Yanli made an appointment with her agent for a rehearsal time, so she got up a little early this morning.
Ling Miao is preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
Su Yuyang probably smelled the sweet smell of porridge, so he opened the door and walked straight to the kitchen door.
Ling Miao skillfully cut the soaked radish into pieces, and grabbed a handful of soaked cowpeas and cut them into small pieces. Wisps of green smoke rose from the pot. Ling Miao put the prepared minced meat into the pot. When the minced meat turned white, he put in the chopped cowpeas.
Minced pork, cowpeas and rice porridge, Su Yuyang’s favorite in summer.
Su Yuyang looked at Ling Miao's busy figure, his eyes gradually blurred, and the hazy sleepiness on his face was replaced by a touch of happiness.
Su Yuyang was so far away that he didn't notice Ling Miao's body turning around. Looking at Su Yuyang's smiling face, Ling Miao shouted: "What are you looking at? Do you have flowers on my face?"
Startled by Ling Miao's angry shout, Su Yuyang came to his senses and said, "I want to see if your breakfast is ready. I'm hungry."
"What does it have to do with me if you're hungry?" Ling Miao seemed to have heard a super cold joke, "If you're hungry, just cook for yourself."
"Hey, didn't you say yesterday that you would be the one cooking from now on?" Su Yuyang asked in surprise, with some worry in his eyes.
Ling Miao put the porridge and vegetables on the dining table and shouted towards Yan Li's room: "Sister Yan, breakfast is ready."
"Just come."
In fact, Yan Li had already prepared to wash up, but as soon as she opened the door, she saw Su Yuyang standing at the door of the kitchen. She wanted to see what would happen behind these two people, so she closed the door silently - leaving a The gap is convenient for peeking.
Unexpectedly, the two people quarreled early in the morning, which made Yan Li even more embarrassed to go out. Hearing Ling Miao call him, he had to go out even if he didn't want to.
Yan Li tidied his clothes and walked out of the room in high spirits.
"Small second..."
"We don't know each other well."
Su Yuyang's words were ruthlessly interrupted by Ling Miao.
Su Yuyang was stunned, and could only reluctantly swallow the words as soon as they reached his throat.
Yan Li lowered her head to drink the porridge, but looked at Su Yuyang. Seeing Su Yuyang's unspeakable expression, she could only sigh: "There is still a long way to go!"
Su Yuyang snorted angrily, and Ling Miao made a proud voice: "Uh-huh."
Sighing, Su Yuyang said feebly: "Ling Miao, please give me a bowl of porridge."
"Sorry, I didn't prepare anything for you." Ling Miao decisively rejected Su Yuyang's request, then served himself a bowl of porridge and sat down, as if he didn't want to pay attention to Su Yuyang at all.
Su Yuyang was so angry that he slapped his chopsticks on the table with a "pop" sound. Yan Li was startled by the sudden noise. She raised her head and looked directly at Su Yuyang's flushed face. Yan Li kicked Su Yuyang under the table to signal him to calm down. Su Yuyang glanced at Yan Li, and resentment spurted out from his nostrils.
Ling Miao kept looking at Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang's nose kept shrinking. The expression of suppressing his anger made Ling Miao's heart scream: "It's so damn good! Su Yuyang, don't you like to tease me?" Now if I don’t kill you, I’ll take your last name!”
If you don't want to kill Su Yuyang, why don't you just follow Su Yuyang's surname? Xiao Miao, you have to keep this sentence in mind!
When Ling Miao was in a good mood, he drank porridge faster, finishing a bowl in less than a minute.
When Ling Miao was about to serve the second bowl of porridge, Su Yuyang hit Ling Miao on the wrist with a chopstick. Ling Miao felt pain and let go of the hand holding the porridge.
"Why did you hit me?" Ling Miao shouted.
Su Yuyang crossed his arms and said calmly: "I paid for the ingredients, and I don't want you to eat them now."
"Do you eat rice directly? Is it possible that you eat cowpeas and radishes raw?" Ling Miao answered Su Yuyang unwilling to be outdone.
Su Yuyang said matter-of-factly: "Of course it's processed."
"Everything on the table is processed by me, so I don't allow you to eat it!" Ling Miao was like a high-spirited rooster, holding his head high to show his arrogance.
Su Yuyang still said the same thing: "I paid for the ingredients."
Ling Miao snorted coldly and looked dismissive: "But the person who wants to eat is Sister Yan."
"Ahem—" Suddenly he heard Ling Miao calling him, and Yanli accidentally choked on the porridge. Ling Miao and Su Yuyang looked at Yan Li at the same time. Yan Li covered his mouth in embarrassment and coughed: "You two continue, leave me alone."
Su Yuyang and Ling Miao turned their eyes back to each other. Yan Li felt that sparks were flickering between Su Yuyang and Ling Miao, and she seemed to hear the "crackling" sound of the sparks.
"That's just talk, why do you eat it?" Su Yuyang used Ling Miao's words to retort to Ling Miao. He thought Ling Miao would be speechless, but Ling Miao smiled like a hunter who has caught his prey. Ling Miao spread his hands and smiled: "Sister Yan said that she is responsible for my food and lodging."
There was another violent cough. Yan Li looked at Ling Miao in confusion and thought, "When did I say that?"
But she couldn't do it if Yanli slapped Ling Miao in the face.
"Silence is golden, silence is golden." Yan Li muttered these words without looking at either Su Yuyang or Ling Miao.
Yan Li didn't say anything, and Su Yuyang didn't know whether Ling Miao's words were true or false, but Ling Miao said happily: "Not speaking means acquiescence, so Su Yuyang, if you want to eat, just pay. The cost of going out, this breakfast is yours." 5 yuan." Ling Miao stretched out his hand in front of Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang took out a red card and slapped it on Ling Miao's hand, and said viciously: "If you don't have 5 yuan, this hundred counts as twenty days!"
Ling Miao put the money in his pocket and said generously: "I'll give you a discount, so I'll treat you today."
Su Yuyang glanced at Ling Miao, sat down and prepared to eat, but didn't see the extra bowl. Su Yuyang snorted disdainfully, and looked at Ling Miao with a look of reluctance. He smiled and said, "Boss Ling, don't you prepare dishes and chopsticks for the guests?"
"The chopsticks are with you and the bowl is in the kitchen. You have to go get it yourself." Ling Miao said vaguely while drinking the porridge.
Su Yuyang took a deep breath. Ling Miao's posture at this moment made him really angry. If Yan Li hadn't looked at him warningly, he would have picked up Ling Miao and thrown him out.
As for whether to throw it out the window or the door, that is the question.
Su Yuyang ran to the kitchen angrily like a crazy cow, but instead of taking a bowl, he took the spoon he usually used to ladle soup.
The porridge cooked by Ling Miao was brought to the dining table in a whole pot. Su Yuyang came out of the kitchen and brought the whole pot of porridge in front of him. He also put more than half of the bowl of minced pork and cowpeas in the pot, and then swung his spoon to devour it.
Yan Li looked at Su Yuyang's angry behavior as a child, with his mouth wide open. She even wondered whether Su Yuyang was possessed by evil spirits, or perhaps he was obsessed with writing books.
Ling Miao stared at Su Yuyang's movements. He didn't expect that his words would detonate Su Yuyang - Ling Miao felt like this.
Damn it, I just asked you to get a bowl. Do you need this? Also, I still want to drink porridge! ! !
Ling Miao's heart was roaring, and he glared angrily at Su Yuyang. Just as he was about to speak to stop Su Yuyang, Yanli tugged at the corner of his clothes.
"What happened between you and him before?" Yanli asked worriedly.
Ling Miao saw Yan Li's concern for Su Yuyang in her eyes, and then he realized that something was amiss.
Ling Miao didn't seem to know how to answer Yan Li's question. Yan Li said anxiously: "This guy is famous for being cold in the class - calm and indifferent. It feels like nothing can make his mood rise and fall except for novels. He has been like this all these years. But the madman told me that since you appeared, he has become different from before, so I want to know what happened between you and him to make him change so much."
Yan Li looked at Su Yuyang with sigh. When Ling Miao listened to Yan Li's words, his heart suddenly shook, as if someone was beating inside.
Ling Miao recalled every detail of his relationship with Su Yuyang, and said with a wry smile: "What could have happened between me and him before? It was just that he picked on me every day, and I quarreled with him. After the quarrel, life returned to peace. Repeatedly .
As time went by, I felt that he was deliberately teasing me, as if he would die if he didn't cause trouble for me for one day. So I resigned - can you bear having a boss who maliciously finds fault with you all day long? I have also talked with him about this matter, but... in short, nothing can be changed about Chi Xiang. "Ling Miao spread his hands.
From Ling Miao's words, Yan Li was more certain of one thing: Ling Miao was a special existence to Su Yuyang.
While Yan Li and Ling Miao were whispering, Su Yuyang finished a pot of porridge. He wiped his mouth and said, "Hey, there is too little porridge."
Ling Miao sneered: "Next time I will cook a pot for you specially and use your homemade soup. If you can't finish it..." Ling Miao didn't say the consequences, but his weird smile sent shivers down Su Yuyang's spine.
If Su Yuyang remembered correctly, the pot used for stewing soup was four times as high as the pot in front of him!
After eating and drinking, Yan left his room and went to put on makeup. Ling Miao was washing dishes in the kitchen. Su Yuyang stood idle at the door of the kitchen and watched Ling Miao wash dishes. Ling Miao always felt that there were eyes staring at him from behind. When he turned around, he saw Su Yuyang looking at him with a half-smile. Ling Miao raised his hand and smashed the dish towel on Su Yuyang, and warned: "Look again, I will smash the dishes next time."
The dish towel did not hit Su Yuyang's face.
Su Yuyang picked up the dish towel and walked to Ling Miao. Ling Miao wanted to drink Su Yuyang away, but Su Yuyang's sad face made him unable to say a word.
"Is something wrong?" Ling Miao asked coldly.
Su Yuyang put his hand on Ling Miao's head, smiling slightly with a sad feeling.
He said: "You hate me so much?"
"You hated me first." Ling Miao retorted.
Su Yuyang asked: "When did I hate you?"
"You keep teasing me and don't hate me? Su Yuyang, sometimes I can't understand you - you obviously hate me, but you want me to be your assistant. I resigned and you want me to come back - what on earth do you want to do?"