"I'm... probably in a relationship with him.
The man crossed his legs and felt very happy.
"Well, I really want to throw away the days I said before, it's really... It's so stupid, right, but it doesn't matter... Anyway, he's in love with me."
He doesn't want to drink coffee today, and is reading a new cookbook magazine in his hand.
"I, I've never cooked," he smiled, his eyes were so handsome and indifferent, he was a little embarrassed at this time, and he looked tender, "I never thought about cooking, after all, I usually eat when I go home. Not much... the automatic cooker tastes pretty good too, doesn't it?"
Miss Diary captured certain words and praised them.
"The automatic cooker does taste good."
"Well," he pursed his lips, a little not wanting to make himself too happy, after all, he is no longer a hairy boy or something, but soon he failed, the corners of his mouth raised, almost humming Singing, "But it's different now."
"How about we listen to the little tunes from our hometown?" he said, "Well, Khurofsa, I always heard it when I was a kid, it's very nice."
Miss Diary dutifully started playing, and he hummed slowly to the melodious hometown tune.
Khurofsa is a very gentle little tune, which sounds like the sigh of a gentle shepherd boy on the broad grassland.
"Cough, it's different now," he continued. "I didn't care much about what I eat before. Of course, humans are always force majeure when it comes to food... just as he is force majeure against me."
After he finished speaking, he paused.
"Isn't it good that I don't leave him every word?" He was a little embarrassed, although he was only facing a machine diary lady who had no skills, "but, it seems that there is nothing else to say except him. "
"I will try to cook, I have tried it before, but unfortunately it's a bit too messy," he flipped a page of food and raised his eyebrows, "For example, this stir-fry, I'm really messed up, and I can only do it in the end. A new kitchen."
After he finished speaking, he felt a little unconvinced.
"Actually, it's not that bad," he cleared his throat, "cough, I'm just a novice, it's normal, I just don't know what he likes to eat."
"Well... hot pot," he checked, "just throw the ingredients into the pot, it's all right, it's too simple, it won't be delicious."
"I should have done better."
He nodded, feeling that what he said made sense, and glanced at the watch on his wrist.
"He told me just now to buy ingredients. It looks like he will arrive at about five o'clock. There is still an hour left, should I try to make some?"
Miss Diary was silent.
He nodded again himself, clapping his hands and thinking that this was a good idea.
Miss Diary: "I advise you not to have this thought."
Yan Shuo: "…"
Miss Diary: "… "
"Have I set this for you?"
Yan Shuo raised his eyebrows, just as he was about to get up, he paused and looked at Miss Diary suspiciously.
Miss Diary: "… "
He closed the electronic diary and patted her head gently with a "snack"—a petite electronic diary.
"I prefer to do it."
…
After Shen Zhifan bought the ingredients, he took a look at his appearance, clothes, hair... Well, there was no problem.
He patted the dust on his shoulder very casually. Although there was no dust on it, it relieved the tension. Well, it didn't work. Then he still poked the doorbell of the next door nervously.
"Ding-dong-"
After three beeps, there was no response.
Shen Zhifan was a little puzzled, and poked again.
"Ding-dong-"
After about a minute, Shen Zhifan vaguely heard some crackling sounds inside, but still no one came to open the door.
He made a phone call to the other party with some doubts, and put his ear to the door by the way.
The phone rang inside and was picked up quickly.
"Hey?"
"That," he was a little nervous as soon as the other party picked it up, "I'm at your door."
"Well," the other party's voice was very calm, "I'm sorry, I just... slept for a while, didn't hear much, wait for me."
… sleep
Shen Zhifan looked at it with a bit of doubt, it didn't look like a nap, and the crackling movement just now... Oh, he quickly remembered that there was a cat at home.
The cat named "kk" is indeed very naughty and very spiritual.
Just a little bad.
Shen Zhifan stood like this for two minutes before the door finally opened.
Shen Zhifan's eyes lit up, and Yan Shuo changed his clothes. When he wasn't wearing formal clothes, he always dressed casually and casually, but he had a good figure and looked good in everything he wore. The wide v-neck sweater showed his collarbone. , supported by his broad shoulders, very attractive, and the trousers made him look very slender.
Such Yan Shuo looked more like an easy-to-approach ordinary person, rather than the high-ranking general in his memory.
However, because the first time he saw Yan Shuo that year, the other party was wearing formal clothes, and he watched it by the bed for so many years, it was a bit of a first love plot.
"Sorry," he stretched out his hand to take his ingredients, "did you wait for a long time?"
"… fine."
Shen Zhifan said softly.
The other's fingers inadvertently rubbed his index finger, a little itchy, so he couldn't help rubbing the skin with his thumb again.
Heartbroken.
Shen Zhifan thought so, his face was a little red.
But wait, he didn't always do anything serious today.
Cough, he coughed lightly in his heart, and glanced at the other party.
Yan Shuo just happened to be looking at him, and as soon as his eyes touched it, it seemed to stick together, until Shen Zhifan laughed out loud.
"Why are you laughing so much?"
Yan Shuo also thought it was a little funny, but he couldn't explain why.
It's just that Shen Zhifan is smiling, he is still that beautiful piece of thin jade when he smiles, he is no longer a 16-year-old boy, his smile is not so cute, but he is still pure.
"No," Shen Zhifan waved his hand, and paused again, "I just think it's a bit silly."
"... Stupid?" Yan Shuo was stunned, "Why stupid?"
Shen Zhifan was embarrassed to elaborate on the picture of his brain supplement, and went directly to the kitchen with the ingredients.
"It's nothing, let's get a plate and put it on."
"and many more!"
Yan Shuo suddenly stopped him, Shen Zhifan turned back in confusion, he had just stepped in, and he didn't even know where the kitchen was.
But he just saw a trace of nervousness in Yan Shuo's expression.
What's so stressful about this
Shen Zhifan raised his eyebrows, wanting to express his confusion, but of course he stopped, after all, this is Yan Shuo's house, and the opinions of the other party must be respected.
"Uh, we don't need to go into the kitchen. For the hot pot, I checked. Your ingredients are all prepared." Yan Shuo moved his throat and said uncomfortably, "Let's just cook it."
Shen Zhifan thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with it: "That's fine. Regardless, where is your kitchen?"
Shen Zhifan's and Yan Shuo's house are very similar, they are both two floors, usually the kitchen is decorated on the left.
Speaking of which, because of the termination of the contract with the v team, the deadline for the house has also arrived. I have to go through the formalities to leave the next month after a text message was sent, but it is just right, he may... he will not live there in the future.
Zhirou is also leaving.
Thinking of this, he was inevitably a little gloomy, but he quickly adjusted his mood. These are not important, at least before tonight, he is not willing to think about them.
But soon he discovered another problem, which he hadn't thought of before.
"No pot...?"
He turned around, but he really didn't find the pot, so he could only look at Yan Shuo hesitantly: "Is it in the kitchen? I remember that the automatic cooker also has this function."
"Ah yes, in the kitchen, wait, don't move, I'll get it."
Yan Shuo touched his nose with one hand and motioned him to sit down.
Shen Zhifan sat beside the table in a daze: "Okay."
Yan Shuo gently opened a crack in the kitchen, and then walked in close to the crack. Before Shen Zhifan could take a look, he quickly closed it.
Shen Zhifan: "..." Why does it feel weird.
He thought blankly for a moment, very puzzled, but soon his interest was no longer in the kitchen, and he began to look for cats.
"Meow?" He called twice, but there was no movement.
There was the sound of water in the kitchen, and Shen Zhifan was a little confused. Is this an automatic cooking machine, not an automatic dishwasher
Soon Yan Shuo came out again with that difficult movement, holding a clean... pot of the automatic cooking machine, and the heated chassis below.
Although it is enough to have these two things in the enemy area, but... it still feels very strange.
Shen Zhifan reluctantly made himself look less curious, and began to organize the ingredients, while casually smelling: "Where are those meows?"
The General was already absent-minded, and when he heard this question, he felt that he was being attacked by the enemy, and he didn't know how to answer it.
"Maybe it's going out to play," he used that omnipotent answer, and just in time for a flash of inspiration, "the kitchen is open to the outside, it's a mess, maybe it was made when it went out just now."
"Oh." Shen Zhifan nodded clearly and began to focus his attention back on the hot pot.
When it comes to hot pot, you can't do without the base material, of course Shen Zhifan has already prepared it.
"When I was in n-192, the weather there was very bad, and sometimes it was very cold," Shen Zhifan said with a smile on his lips, "When it's the coldest, the family is always the happiest when eating hot pot together. Yes, my father likes spicy food, and my mother doesn't like spicy food, so I usually use a mandarin duck pot.
Because the ingredients are all complete, you can cook directly after heating.
The soup opened quickly, with a milky white soup base on one side and a fiery red soup base on the other, which was really beautiful.
The heat blew out a touch of sweat from the tip of Shen Zhifan's nose, and soon there was a layer of white mist.
Steaming hot, smoked a warm feeling in a house.
Yan Shuo looked at him quietly. Although he didn't know what hot pot was, it was obvious that his interest was not in hot pot.
"This mutton roll is easy to cook," Shen Zhifan concentrated on the meat slices. Although he had ulterior motives today, the charm of hot pot should not be underestimated, "Can you try this sauce? I'm in the supermarket for this sauce. After picking them for a long time, I went back and tasted them one by one, and this one tasted the most like the ones I had ever eaten before.”
Shen Zhifan subconsciously brought the chopsticks to Yan Shuo's mouth, the two were not sitting face to face, so they were very close.
When Shen Zhifan realized that this was a feeding action, he froze. He didn't know if he felt too intimate. Although they had done more intimate things, they were still quite...
Yan Shuo didn't think much of it, so he bit down naturally.
Then it got burned naturally.
Shen Zhifan: "..."
He looked at the general's frowning brows and exhalation, and he thought it was cute.
"You have to blow first."
Yan Shuo laughed and looked down at him.
"Will you blow for me?"
Shen Zhifan pursed his lips, and said boldly, "Also... that's fine too."
He sandwiched another piece of meat, blew the dipping sauce seriously, and then served it to the other party.
"Is it tasty?"
Yan Shuo opened his lips, but his eyes looked at him, his teeth touched the chopsticks inadvertently, and the faint vibration was conveyed to Shen Zhifan's fingertips through the chopsticks.
He looked at the other party nervously, for fear that the other party would not be used to it.
Yan Shuo chewed and frowned slightly.
"Isn't it delicious?"
"No," Yan Shuo tasted it very seriously, with an incredulous look on his face, "this taste... it's amazing."
Shen Zhifan laughed: "Hot pot, hot pot is the best, and you can drink a little soup. After a while, the soup will not taste good."
I don't know if it was the heat, but he felt that his face must be very red.
"I, I also took wine," Shen Zhifan glanced at his eyes, "the wine in the grilled fish shop before was not suitable for me, I took the most common red wine from our hometown, and it is also sold here, red wine. With hot pot... it may sound a little weird, but it's actually pretty good."
Yan Shuo subconsciously bent his eyes and looked at him quietly: "Well, whatever you say is fine."
...Ah, so gentle.
Shen Zhifan wanted to cover his chest.
Calm down, Shen Zhifan, you are no longer the sixteen-year-old boy you used to be.
Didn't you do everything back then, and now you can't do it with just a few words
You are here today, ahem, don't disarm and surrender so quickly.
Thinking like this, he directly picked up the red wine and made a toast to Yi Bo Yuntiandi.
Then he looked at the general's indescribable expression and suddenly thought.
"Ah... you're not very good at drinking."
Yan Shuo: "... No, I'm actually not that easy to get drunk, a little bit is fine."
Yan Shuo blushed, and the last unbearable experience seemed to be vivid in his mind.
Very embarrassing.
Shen Zhifan couldn't help laughing out loud, but his eyes kept looking at Yan Shuo calmly.
This is the person I like, sitting next to me and eating the food I like.
He likes me too, even if he only likes me when I'm sixteen.
He turned his head slightly and wiped his eyes inadvertently with his fingers: "Okay, let's eat first, don't let the food go wrong."
This time Shen Zhifan really wasn't drunk, just a little dizzy. After eating for a while, he suddenly got up: "I'll go to the bathroom."
Yan Shuo was fighting wits and courage with a plate of shrimp slides, which was not very easy to fish, so he nodded directly without looking up at him.
Then he saw Shen Zhifan directly open the kitchen door.
"That's not..."
Unprepared, Yan Shuo covered his eyes and stretched out his hand, but it was too late.
Shen Zhifan was a little dizzy after drinking, thinking that he had gone straight to the wrong house.
He opened his mouth wide.
What did he see.
A wretched little kitchen, ruined, charred.
Because the situation was so tragic that Shen Zhifan was sober up.
He turned back blankly, his fingers trembling a little: "Is this what Miaomiao did?"
Yan Shuo: "…"