Lanshan and Little Rape huddled as they ate, and it was almost nine o'clock when they returned home. Fortunately, she hadn't forgotten her mission and went to the supermarket. It's a pity that she forgot what Qiao Feng asked her to buy, so she was a little bit empty. Anyway, everything is the same, she is not picky.
When she knocked on the door of 303, Qiao Feng had just showered Schrodinger. Schrödinger was like a drowning dog, and could no longer be cold and glamorous. Qiao Feng wanted to blow his hair, but he was reluctant.
Qiao Feng opened the door, and the blue shirt came in carrying a big plastic bag, and opened the plastic bag to show off to Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng glanced at it, dissatisfied, "You buy so much to do, you can't waste it," he said and looked at it again, even more dissatisfied, "It's not fresh, will you pick the food after all."
Certainly not...
The blue shirt scratched his head and smirked, "The supermarket is about to close, that's all that's left."
This kind of reason is not enough to justify, because only fools will buy groceries when the supermarket is about to close.
Qiao Feng took the plastic bag and shook his head in disgust, not knowing whether he disliked more vegetables or disliked her more. He glanced at her lightly, "Stupid."
With this slightly contemptuous look, Lanshan suddenly thought of the so-called "splendid anger" of Little Rape, and then thought of Little Rape’s long talk tonight, and then she felt in a daze that Qiao Feng would be upset in the next moment. Pointing at Lanhua, nodded her forehead.
…Mom!
Lanshan shook his head vigorously, to get rid of these messy thoughts. She found out that she might not be able to play with Little Rape anymore...
Seeing the blue shirt look strange, Qiao Feng only regarded her as a guilty conscience. He is a soft-hearted person, and was about to comfort the blue shirt when Schrödinger, who had been ignored for a long time, suddenly meowed in dissatisfaction.
Lanshan didn't dare to stay with Qiao Feng, so he ran away.
***
The next day, when Lanxian got off work, the road went smoothly, and he got home about ten minutes earlier than usual. It happened that Qiao Feng was delayed for a while at school, which caused him to be still cooking when Lanshan knocked on his door after get off work.
Qiao Feng is wearing a sky blue apron and a hip-hop-style printed headscarf as a kitchen hat. Such a weird dress looks good, showing how important the face is. His eye sockets are almost better, and at the same time, a hot post is still floating on the top of the public forum of Big B. The theme is that the girls launch an activity to collect money to offer a reward to catch the murderer who dared to beat Professor Joe.
In just a few days, the blue shirt has become adept at Qiao Feng's house. She was not staying in the living room, and followed Qiao Feng into the kitchen, intending to take a closer look at Chef Qiao's heroic cooking.
His kitchen is spacious enough, and the blue shirt is not crowded inside.
At first, the blue shirt leaned on the door frame to see Qiao Feng's back. She found that whether he was standing or sitting, giving lectures or leaning a big spoon, his shoulders were always straight, and the whole person looked very energetic, like a vigorous little white poplar. His shoulders are straight shoulders, wide but not thick, and a narrow waist. Such a figure is simply a natural clothes rack, and he looks good in everything he wears. Oh shit!
She suddenly felt that God was so unfair. He gave him a smart mind and a handsome face, gave him a handsome face, and gave him such a good figure. After that, he gave him a decent and leisurely job, and gave him unparalleled cooking skills. talent. Mom's!
Lanshan moved, walked over and stood beside him, quietly watching his profile. The lines of his profile are soft and delicate, not as cold as Song Zicheng. Both of them are handsome guys, but they are so handsome.
Qiao Feng's eyes were very focused, as if he hadn't noticed her approach at all. In the past few days of acquaintance with him, Lanshan also discovered that this person would devote ten percent of his attention to whatever he did, earnestly and meticulously, even eating meals meticulously.
He seems to have a mental power that can never be used up.
People say that serious men are the most attractive. Isn't this man always in a state of glamour? It's terrible...
It's a pity that this monster with an overwhelming charm hasn't noticed her until now. Unwilling to be ignored, Lan Shan coughed slightly.
Qiao Feng looked at her sideways and asked in confusion, "What are you here for?"
"I... just take a look."
At this moment, Qiao Feng was fishing out the thinly sliced lotus root slices from the water. He pointed to the lotus root slices and implicitly accused her, "This lotus root is not fresh at all."
Lanshan stuck his tongue out, he still remembered it.
But, it's really not new, his fingers are whiter than lotus roots.
The blue shirt was a little ashamed, "Well, can I do something for you?"
Qiao Feng was also not polite with her, "You can get me some milk. The key is in the bowl next to the TV."
A word propped the blue shirt away. Lanshan went back to the living room and just found the key to the milk box, when suddenly he heard the phone rang on the coffee table.
Lanshan shouted towards the kitchen, "Qiao Feng, you have a phone."
Qiao Feng asked in a loud voice, "Who?"
Lanshan glanced at the phone, "Unfamiliar number."
It can be seen that it is not an important call, so Qiao Feng ignored it, "Thank you for answering it for me."
Lanshan also felt that this unfamiliar call would not be too important, as it was mostly for advertising. She quickly picked it up, "Hello?"
There is no sound over there. The blue shirt was unknown, so he fed twice, but no one answered. This instead aroused her curiosity, she asked, "What are you selling, let's listen to it?"
The phone suddenly hung up.
It is really inexplicable, it is estimated that the signal is not good. Lanshan didn't care, put the phone back, and went downstairs to fetch milk with the key.
They had pork ribs stewed with yam for dinner, stir-fried lotus root slices, tomato stir-fried cauliflower, cold lettuce shreds, and a shredded white radish crucian fish soup.
Schrodinger was very happy, he had fish. Because he was in a good mood, the blue shirt, which it had regarded as its old enemy, touched its head, but it didn't stare at her either.
Lanshan sighed as he ate, "Ah, so tomatoes can be fried with cauliflower... It turns out that there are still white radishes in the fish soup. I didn't know before!"
Qiao Feng responded indifferently, "Of course you don't know."
"why?"
"you stupid."
Lanshan rolled his eyes, "Handsome man, can you curse a little bit new?"
Qiao Feng looked at her seriously, "I didn't scold anyone, I was just stating the facts."
The blue shirt snapped his fingers, "Look, this is very innovative."
After dinner, Lanshan went to wash the fruit very badly. She washed two apples, one by Qiao Feng and the other, when she put them on the plate and brought them to the living room, Qiao Feng refused to pick them up.
"Don't say it's not fresh anymore, this season, this kind of apple is considered very fresh." Lanshan said, and took a bite.
Qiao Feng still refused to take it. He looked at her dissatisfiedly, "You are not sincere."
The blue shirt is very strange, "Why am I not sincere? Do you want me to kneel and give it to you?"
Qiao Feng didn't know where he conjured a fruit knife with a sheath, he handed her the handle of the knife, "cut it."
Lanshan took the fruit knife and muttered, "You are too particular about it, how come you look like Lafayette."
Qiao Feng really sat on the sofa like a Galeries Lafayette, watching Lanshan peeling apples for him. He couldn't stand it after two glances. Anyone can cut an apple. It only depends on whether the apple is cut well or not. The blue shirt obviously belongs to the category of very bad. It lacks both ornamental value and practical value. Most importantly, Qiao Feng is afraid that she will be allowed to cut it like this. In the end, he can only eat it. Apple has a core.
So he had no choice but to drive her away and start by himself. While peeling the apple, he muttered to himself, "The clever man works and the wise man is worried, and the incompetent has nothing to ask for."
Lanshan rubbed his chin and looked at him. He can peel the apple skin thinly, evenly thick and thin, and constantly, but also very fast, it's amazing. She sighed while gnawing on her skinned apple, "I was wrong just now. You are not the Lafayette, you are a pretty lady."
Qiao Feng glanced at her with a bad look. No normal man likes to be compared to a woman.
He swept the blue shirt and shrank his neck, thinking to himself, this little look in his eyes is kind of domineering.
She watched Qiao Feng peel the apples and cut them into pieces, and then started eating them unhurriedly. Lanshan's mind came up with the evil theories of Little Cole again. Actually, she is also quite curious about Qiao Feng's orientation...
Seeing her in a daze, Qiao Feng asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"Have you ever picked up soap?" After saying this, Lan Shan was silly and wiped it so hard. Why didn't he say what was in his heart inadvertently? You can’t ask even if you’re curious, you can’t ask so directly even if you ask...
But Qiao Feng answered more directly, "I have picked it up."
The blue shirt has a wide mouth and straight eyes, like a patient with trisomy syndrome.
Qiao Feng didn't know what was so surprising, he said, "I also picked up ice cream, marshmallows, scarves, socks, flashlights... Schrodinger also picked them up."
Lanshan felt that Qiao Feng had finally turned around, and he knew that he could cover up with words.
"In short, I have often picked up some strange things since I was young." Qiao Feng concluded. In fact, the most weird thing he ever picked up was a box of TT, which was still strawberry flavored. At that time, he was young and didn't understand. He held it as a balloon and blew it. Later, his dad saw it. Qiao Feng will never forget his dad's wonderful expression at the time.
Cough, how could you think of such a thing. Qiao Feng was a little confused. He took a peek at Blue Shirt and found that Blue Shirt was staring straight at him, as if to see through him. He was even more embarrassed, his face slightly hot. He bowed his head and stopped talking, and just kept eating apples.
However, the blue shirt has been staring at him like this, and the thin pink that gradually spreads around the base of his ears, like a faint haze. Lan Shan watched in silence, she felt that she knew too much.