At this moment, Xianbei upstairs was looking around in amazement and novelty.
She has lived abroad for two years, and it is the first time she has rented such a pleasant place...
The whole house, like a model house, is white and minimalist.
For example, in her room, there is a large wardrobe of pure white wood that is deliberately worn, with three watercolor frames of birds in different shapes placed above. The bed was large, made of logs, and the pillows and quilts were stuffed into clouds.
The windows in the room are not big, but they let in enough light. Facing the window, there is a gray-blue iron coffee table and two folding chairs.
A pot of excellent succulents is placed on it, where you can take a break and drink tea.
Xian Bell pulled the gauze curtain to avoid the light, and packed the luggage one by one. It was past three o'clock in the afternoon.
Xianbei fanned the wind with his hand and opened the door, but there was no one outside.
When she first arrived, she didn't dare... run around. Before Chen Zhuo left, he told her that she could visit at will.
After closing the door, Senbei went back to the desk, opened the tablet, and got ready for work.
But, I couldn't calm down, so I had to give up.
Putting the earphones in her ears, Xianbei lay back on the bed and slowly closed her eyes to the soft music.
…
—
As evening approached, Chen Zhuo went upstairs.
The shop was very busy, but he was absent-minded from time to time, imagining what the little girl upstairs was doing.
Back on the second floor, the living room was dark and the lights were not turned on.
Chen Zhuo was not surprised, he stretched out his hand to turn on the light, and looked in a certain direction the next moment—
In the bedroom arranged for Xianbei, the door was tightly closed, and there was no light.
Chen Zhuo glanced at his watch, it was almost six o'clock.
He walked to the door of the girl's room, raised his hand, and then paused.
After stagnant for a few centimeters from the door panel, he finally knocked on it.
Boom twice.
No movement.
Chen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, increased his strength, and knocked a few more times.
At this moment, there was a bang-dong sound from the door, followed by the sound of slippers hurriedly rubbing the floor.
Slower.
Chen Zhuo said in his heart, and the corners of his lips were already hooked into a smile.
The "chacha" that the sole of the shoe rubbed against the floor stopped as it got closer and closer.
Then, the door was pulled open a crack.
Deja Vu, reappeared yesterday.
Chen Zhuo's eyes, Xu Xu stopped at the crack of the door: "Are you hungry, what do you want to eat at night?"
There was no movement inside the door for a moment, and a girl's tiny voice emerged: "I'm not hungry..."
Stopped: "I will order takeout myself..."
"Is the takeaway clean?" Chen Zhuo replied subconsciously, and after a second, he felt that the description was too much for a map gun, so he added: "I like it very clean."
The girl no longer squeaks.
"Drawing?" Chen Zhuo asked again.
Xianbei said "um" and said nothing.
Chen Zhuo no longer forced her to talk to him. He knew early in the morning that the girl was a little autistic and too introverted.
But he spent two days reading her comics, not to mention that the wild style of painting far exceeded his expectations. The girl's unrestrained imagination, colorful and fantastic world view, and twists and turns of the plot all surprised him.
Many lonely creators reject social interaction and neglect to speak, but there is a universe in their pen.
The breadth of the heart of this type of person may be wider and grander than that of a well-spoken social person like him.
Therefore, the man only left one sentence, "Then you are busy, I just came to ask a question", then turned around and left.
—
Xianbei closed the door, but still held on to the handle and did not return to his original position.
How could she faintly smell an unpleasant aura from what the man said just now
Xianbei always felt that he had seen this meme somewhere, so he simply took out his mobile phone, what is the meaning of Baidu "then are you busy"
When the answer came out one by one, Xianbei looked at it and knocked his head lightly against the door several times.
Sure enough, it made her new landlord unhappy.
Senbei circled the room. Once she fell into anxiety, the state she showed completely confirmed one sentence—
"The ants on the hot pot are turning round and round".
Xianbei was thinking, should I send a text message and tell him, I'm not busy...
Or just rush out of the room and say I'm not busy, it's better to put on a smile or something.
She didn't want to lead to unhappiness on the first day. But, it's so difficult, why is it so difficult.
After a long struggle, the door was knocked twice.
Xianbei was startled and looked there.
The man's voice followed closely: "I cooked a bowl of noodles for you and put it at the door."
He paused for a second: "There is still a cup of milk tea. I didn't prepare it on your first day, so the milk tea should be an apology."
Then, the sound of his footsteps leaving...
TAT…
Others are good, but I am so unsatisfactory.
The one who should apologize is whether she is okay...
Xianbei Nuzui slowly moved to the door.
After hesitating for a while, she gathered up her courage and opened the door.
There was only a small lamp in the room, but the living room was extremely bright.
Light and incense poured in together, the light was the living room light, and the incense was the aroma of milk tea, so sweet that it irritated the nose. Xianbei narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his head slightly, and saw the wooden tray on the floor.
In the mug, there is a cup of mellow milk tea, with a curling milky white mist.
Beside the stoneware-fired bowl, chopsticks and spoons rest on a paper towel.
A bowl of noodles, the color and flavor are all good, the ingredients are neatly arranged on the surface, the green vegetables, the red and tender barbecued pork, and the egg yolk in the clear poached egg seems to shake lightly. The soup base is probably some kind of stock, and it smells delicious.
Xianbei swallowed her saliva and grumbled, her stomach was screaming.
There is an experience called Second Hunger. When the food is present, the stomach can always surrender.
Senbei bit her fingers and stood up to carry the tray.
She raised her eyes timidly and quickly found Chen Zhuo.
The man stood with his back in front of the counter in the open kitchen, presumably concentrating on his bowl, not paying attention to it.
Xianbei didn't bring the food and drink back to the bedroom, but took small steps, walked to the dining table, and sat on it.
The design of the dining table is very similar to the bar counter.
On the high chair, Xianbei propped up her lower body before struggling to sit on it, her calf hanging in the air.
Xian Bei took a sip of the milk tea, and tears rolled in his heart instantly.
Woohoo is this taste... this taste...
Just the right amount of silky smoothness, and the richness of the soul...
Her original taste is three-point sweet, her old lover, old friend.
At this moment, Chen Zhuo turned around and saw the extra people at the table, his eyes were stunned, and then he smiled.
Small things, walking quietly, he didn't notice for a moment.
However, it seems that his... cheese, no, milk tea trap, the first test, still had some effect, at least it lured the timid hamster out of the hole and emerged.
Xianbei was indulging in the long-lost milk tea while sipping on the delicious noodles in a low voice.
Heaven on earth, but so be it.
It was not until a long figure appeared on the mask that Xianbei regained consciousness and looked forward unconsciously.
After touching the man's smiling eyes, it exploded like static electricity, and hurriedly retracted, staring intently at the soup in the bowl.
"Is it delicious?" The person in front of him sat down.
Buried in the noodle bowl, nodded.
"Is it enough?" Chen Zhuo continued to ask.
The girl continued to nod.
Chen Zhuo glanced at her again and went to eat his own.
It will no longer affect the little girl, and it is easy to indigestion if you are distracted by eating.
In this room, the shattered and fluffy bangs covered it, and Xianbei quietly raised his eyelids again, peeking at the man opposite.
His eyes were downcast, his eyelashes were thick and straight, his nose was so high, his cheeks were thin, and he was eating a bowl of noodles similar to his own.
Seeing the man's intention to find out, Xianbei bowed his head with a thunderous momentum, and licked the noodle in his mouth bit by bit.
After swallowing the food in his mouth, Senbei couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.
Secretly have fun.
No matter how hard she pursed her lips, she couldn't stop.
What are you laughing at, she doesn't know.
A meal, finished in silence.
Senbei wiped her mouth with a tissue and stood up to clean up.
Chen Zhuo glanced at her: "Let it go, I'll do it."
Xianbei paused with both hands, took a deep breath, and then took another deep breath, and finally said weakly: "...I'm not busy..."
God knows how much effort she spent in order to say these words, these three words.
Just afraid that he is unhappy.
not busy? Chen Zhuo frowned and didn't react for a while.
But the next second, he suddenly understood, laughed, and went back deliberately jokingly: "Are you going to help me wash the dishes?"
The answer is lower than the mosquito: "... It is also possible... "
"No need," Chen Zhuo couldn't help laughing more and more, and finally he became serious: "Aren't you busy now, will you be busy later?"
After the meeting was about to rush the draft, Xianbei nodded subconsciously, woke up, and shook her vigorously, her bangs trembling uncontrollably.
Chen Zhuo was amused by her reaction, and only said: "It seems that I am busy. I need your help with something, but I have to go downstairs now. How many minutes will you wait for me?"
Xianbei nodded obediently.
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The cups and plates were taken by Chen Zhuo to the kitchen.
Senbei sat in the same place, waiting in a daze.
A few minutes, really only a few minutes.
After a while, Chen Zhuo came up and put something in front of her.
Senbei took a closer look, eh? Is it a drink
Yellow and clear, with a sweet and greasy mango fragrance, the white milk cap is still soft and thick, super real.
The man opposite began to introduce: "The strawberry one sold very well before. This is a new product. The cheese is very bright, and it contains freshly squeezed mango juice mixed with green tea. The tea taste is very light."
He raised his chin: "Drink and see, how about it?"
I want her to test again...
Xianbei couldn't help being flattered and felt a lot of pressure. Just ate someone else's meal, you must do it well.
At the moment of the heavy task, Xianbei lowered his head and subconsciously looked for a straw, but he had a simple drink before meeting, and there were no extra drinking props.
Chen Zhuo noticed her movements and asked, "What are you looking for?"
Senbei stretched out two index fingers, and in the air, gestured a long thing.
"straw?"
Senbei agrees.
Chen Zhuo leaned back in the chair, tilted his head, a little puzzled: "You drink milk caps with a straw?"
isn't it? Senbei blinked.
The man leaned forward and put his hands back on the table. He held the cup at will, and lifted a small lid on top: "Drinking tea with a milk cap, it is best to drink it directly."
He twisted his wrist slightly: "Like this, the cup is tilted, the entrance is the smooth milk cap, then the pulp, and finally the tea fragrance fills the mouth."
Chen Zhuo put the cup back again: "There is little chance that the straw can suck the milk cap at the beginning, and it will not achieve the best taste."
Like thunder.
So she has been drinking the wrong thing? Is this the correct way to drink tea
That strawberry milk cover last time... Isn't her evaluation very watery...
There was a sense of embarrassment at being dismantled and criticized on the spot, Xianbei's face suddenly flushed, and hurriedly said: "Yes... I'm sorry..."
"I'm sorry?" Chen Zhuo probably understood what she meant: "You usually drink a lot of milk tea, and you don't know how to drink milk caps. It's normal."
Chen Zhuo smiled slightly: "There is no absolute in the world, how do you like it, how do you drink it."
Xianbei was still flustered, and did not dare to rashly squeeze the mango milk cap.
Chen Zhuo stared at her and asked after a while, "Do you want me to demonstrate?"
Are there other expected infections, senbei unresponsive, demonstration? What demonstration
Before answering, she saw Chen Zhuo pick up the cup in front of her again: "I'll take a sip first? Then you come?"
It's that smirk-like tone again.
Senbei's face could easily be scalded by this tone. Not only the face, but also the ears, the head, are all warm:
… Does that mean… to drink the same drink with her? This way... won't it be too intimate...
After a few seconds, she heard the man chuckle softly, and saw him put down the drink again. She felt that he stood up and seemed to be leaving the table.
But in the next second, Xianbei's back was stiff, and it was difficult to move.
Because of his forehead and hair, he was rubbed twice with one hand, neither light nor heavy.
The owner of the hand is smiling, his breath is low: "I'm teasing you."