It took more than a day for the fog to dissipate, and at that time I suspected that the fog had dissipated on its own." He squinted his eyes and glanced at the kitchen window, "It's raining a lot, but there's really no fog. "
"Well, I hope no one dies this time." Ye Zhao frowned and picked up asparagus with chopsticks, his expression vaguely showing disgust. When he eats, he pays attention to chewing and swallowing slowly, he pays attention to eating without speaking, and he pays attention to not making a sound when the bowls and spoons touch each other. In short, there are too many rules, but only for himself. Luo Xiaochen has been complaining that he is willing to torture himself. It’s rare to be able to answer this time while eating, Luo Xiaochen immediately took an inch: "I said, you are so picky about your own fried dishes, what do you do with other dishes? I have known you for so long, only Nie Renyan has not seen anything made by you. You picked it."
Ye Zhao paused for a while, and only glanced at Luo Xiaochen, he shrunk back in desperation and kept his mouth shut.
In fact, when Luo Xiaochen first met Ye Zhao, he was a standard gentleman who did not touch his fingers.
At that time, he only lived in the dormitory for about a year before moving out and renting an apartment with Nie Renyan in a nearby residential area off campus. Nie Renyan was responsible for three meals a day. Occasionally, when he was in the mood to think about something to eat, he would kick Nie Renyan out of the kitchen, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. No one dares to call the dark cuisine second.
Luo Xiaochen once had a lesson when he went to eat. He sat at the table and stared at the dishes for a long time, but he didn't dare to stretch out his chopsticks. At that time, he wondered how a person like Ye Zhao, who looked so gentle and refreshing, could To make such a maddening dish, of course, he was even more wondering how Nie Renyan had such a wonderful taste to be able to devour it. It was said that he added an extra bowl of rice than usual.
It wasn't until later that Nie Renyan left and Ye Zhao started to cook by himself. After only two or three tries, he could make the dish in a decent manner. At least, in terms of appearance, it was getting closer and closer to the textbook level, and Luo Xiaochen suddenly realized - He was used to it by Nie Renyan before.
The rain gradually stopped outside, and only a few drops of water from the eaves of the top floor fell down and made a crisp sound on the flower stand. Luo Xiaochen glanced at the kitchen again, the fog was no longer out of the window, and the calm tone of the reporter on the TV was faintly relieved, still reporting the progress of the rescue in real time, and everything seemed to be fine.
Ye Zhao swallowed the last mouthful of rice, and was about to reach out to take out a cleansing tissue, but suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Luo Xiaochen asked with some doubts when he saw that his face suddenly became extremely serious.
Ye Zhao let out a "tsk", "Something's wrong." He got up and left the dining table, strode across the living room towards the balcony.
"Ah?" When Luo Xiaochen heard this, he immediately lost his bowl and chopsticks and followed him.
Ye Zhao's intuition is always accurate to perverted. For so many years, Luo Xiaochen has admired him so much that he can't wait to kneel down and bow down and shout "Ye Daxian" at him. Come out to be beaten.
"Crash" opened the sliding balcony door, Ye Zhao walked to the window and looked down,