He is not talkative and thinks that instead of wasting time and energy on boring things, it is better to study more and do what he likes, but this does not mean that he is really a nerd.
"Actually I just think a lot of things are unnecessary, but that doesn't mean I won't do it."
Su Qiao searched for a long time but found nothing useful.
He probably doesn't cook much, because the refrigerator is filled with bottled mineral water, besides a few tomatoes and some frozen dumplings.
Alas, it seems I have to go out again to fill my stomach.
"Okay, you can talk and you're humorous, okay?"
"Hurry up and get some sleep. You haven't slept for two days and one night. Your appearance has deteriorated drastically, do you know that?"
Du Muhan touched his cheek: "Is it really that ugly?"
"If you don't believe me, go take a picture yourself."
"I have to go buy some more ingredients. I'll cook it later and call you when it's done."
Du Muhan hesitated for a moment, but still nodded and agreed, "Then remember to take the key and put it on the cabinet at the door."
Su Qiao picked up his suit jacket from the back of the sofa and put it on, then took his cell phone and keys and quickly went out again.
When Su Qiao came back with two large bags of food, Du Muhan had already fallen asleep on the bed in the bedroom.
She just peeked inside through the crack in the door, but didn't disturb them and went to the kitchen to concentrate on cooking.
First, I used a pot to boil a carrot and pork ribs soup, and then I cooked a braised fish, a braised pork, and some shredded potatoes.
When the meal was ready and I was about to call people to eat, I heard faint whispers coming from the bedroom.
Frowning slightly, she quickly took off her apron and pushed the door open, only to find the man on the bed looking ferocious, his hands waving in the air unconsciously, and he kept saying things like 'No, no, don't hit her... Don't hit her...'
"A nightmare?"
Su Qiao quickly went over and grabbed his waving hands: "Du Muhan? Du Muhan? Wake up, wake up."
How can a dream be so intense when you are so old? Can't you just be calm
Su Qiao was almost thrown away, but luckily she was strong and reacted quickly, so she controlled the man directly: "Wake up, wake up quickly."
"Don't hit her... Don't hit her..."
Su Qiao looked at his struggling and distorted face with a frown on his face.
Who hits whom
What you think about during the day you will dream about at night. Could it be related to his experience
"Alright, alright, it's okay. With me here, no one will dare to hit her again."
Du Muhan seemed to be comforted and gradually calmed down. His eyes slowly opened, but his eyes were confused, as if he had not yet fully awakened from the dream just now.
"woke up?"
Du Muhan blinked, the confusion disappeared, and his eyes fell on the hand she was holding him, "You... I..."
Su Qiao let go very naturally and explained: "You just had a nightmare, are you okay?"
Du Muhan sat up slowly and rubbed his forehead: "I'm fine. I was probably too tired and didn't sleep for a long time, so I slept too deeply and had a nightmare."
He didn't want to say it, and Su Qiao had no desire to ask further.
"The food is ready. I also made some soup. If you have nothing else to do, get up, wash your face and go out to eat. If you don't eat now, I'll starve to death."
It's dark outside the window now. Is it past eight o'clock
Going to the supermarket to buy groceries, the round trip, plus the time spent cooking, takes at least two hours.
Du Muhan was now completely awake and nodded: "Okay, I'll be right there, you go out first."
"Well, don't take too long."