Huo Zheng's whole body was stiff right now, staring warily at the huge orange cat that had jumped onto the back of the sofa and was staring at him with big eyes, not daring to move.
"Meow woo woo woo—"
The orange cat barked at Huo Zheng.
"..."
What is this monster going to do? ! ! ! ! !
Although it couldn't be seen on the surface, in fact, Huo Zheng, who was staring at the cat expressionlessly, had already fallen into anxiety because of the other party's yelling.
He swears that the cat he saw is probably the biggest cat he has ever seen in his life... With its fluffy hair and huge size, it doesn't look like a cat at all, but like a miniature beast.
Just seeing that big face like toasted toast, Huo Zheng felt a dull pain in his chest where he was kicked by the opponent before.
But he didn't dare to move, because he had a vague premonition... The other party seemed to... wanted to jump into his arms.
At the door of the kitchen that Huo Zheng didn't notice, He Yunzhou covered his mouth, turned around suddenly, and forced himself not to whimper.
The scene just now was so familiar that He Yunzhou almost cried.
He Yunzhou's heart was sweet, soft, sour and astringent, with mixed flavors beyond words.
Just now, he seemed to have seen the scene where Guaji and Pumpkin faced each other on the sofa with their fluffy hair.
In Huo Zheng's mind, the orange cat was positioned as a "miniature beast". big…
From then on, it and Guaji began to love and kill each other. And one of the most common scenes is that like now, Pumpkin and Guaji occupy each other's corner of the sofa, whining and fighting each other with their eyes.
Pumpkin is obviously not the kind of cat that is very affectionate, but this time its attitude is really abnormal. When the man is not awake, he is very affectionate, and even jumps on the other's body to step on the milk.
Is it because it also thinks that man is very similar to Guaji
Since Guaji left, Pumpkin has been a little unhappy.
Today is the most active and happiest day that He Yunzhou has seen pumpkins...
The more He Yunzhou looked at each other, the more he felt that he was more and more like Gua Ji, and even the plots of countless online novels appeared in his mind, why the voice of a beloved pet returned to the original owner's house on another man after his death...
no no no wake up...
He Yunzhou came back to his senses, silently returned to the Liulitai, and began to chop up the white radish frantically.
After he finally calmed down, he realized that the simple oatmeal and milk porridge he had planned had turned into white radish vermicelli and duck tongue soup that was steaming in the pot.
He Yunzhou froze for a moment, feeling a little annoyed in his heart.
That Mr. Gua... No, that gentleman looks like a bit of mixed race, and I don't know if he can get used to duck tongue soup.
At the moment when He Yunzhou was hesitating, there was another movement in the living room.
"Meow woo woo—"
When He Yunzhou rushed out of the kitchen, he was facing the pumpkin shaking his whole body of fat and aimed at the pumpkin... the gentleman howled non-stop.
"pumpkin."
He Yunzhou issued a warning, ordering the cat, which was clearly getting carried away, to be more polite.
Huo Zheng, who was sitting on pins and needles on the sofa, got this opportunity, and instantly jumped up from the sofa and retreated to the door.
"I was bothering you last night, I—"
"Wait... the soup I made for you is ready, would you like to have some first?"
"..."
Huo Zheng stood at the door, stunned for a moment because of the rare embarrassment.
Oddly enough, with a very peculiar mood, he complied with the invitation of the overly "friendly" owner and sat down at the dining table.
A bowl of steaming soup was placed in front of him.
It is the simplest white porcelain bowl, which contains half a bowl of soup. When the rising water vapor dissipates a little, you can clearly see the shredded white radish at the bottom of the bowl, which is as thin as a hair, and is already turning orange. The boiling hot soup became translucent, and the vermicelli soaked up the soup, and several duck tongues that had been burnt soft were wrapped in the middle. Next to the big bowl were several small plates the size of a palm, inside which were placed green onions, chopped mustard, and a small plate of red chili oil.
"I don't know if you eat green onions and spicy... If you like it, you can go home."
Huo Zheng heard the man whispering beside the table.
He frowned involuntarily...
So tender.
The gentleness made Huo Zheng feel uncomfortable all over his body.
Huo Zheng knew that with this face, he could easily provoke inexplicable rotten peach blossoms or rotten chrysanthemums. But no matter from any point of view, there is no possibility between him and this mediocre and down-and-out man in front of him, and he doesn't intend to waste each other's time. But the other party was a little too gentle.
So much so that even a vile guy like Huo Zheng couldn't help feeling a little soft-hearted.
What's more, this bowl of vermicelli soup smells damn good.
Huo Zheng originally only planned to touch his lips to deal with the bad guy in front of him, but he didn't expect to take a sip of soup, which made him startled.
Really good soup.
The white radish is roasted sweetly, and the vermicelli is also very glutinous. The most eye-catching thing is the duck tongue. The duck tongue that I have eaten on weekdays is always firm and springy, but this time I can eat it in this bowl of soup. Soft and thick. I probably lived in salt water before, and even the cartilage in the duck tongue has tasted, and it is salty, which is suitable for eating with mild and sweet vermicelli and white radish. Huo Zheng unknowingly ate half of the bowl of soup, squinted at the side dishes prepared by the man next to him, lowered his eyes and silently poured all of them into the bowl. Take another bite, it is indeed more spicy and appetizing than before.
At this moment, Huo Zheng heard another "ding" from an electrical appliance in the kitchen.
Not long after, the ordinary-looking man brought out another plate and placed it in front of Huo Zheng.
"That, these are steamed buns."
Meeting Huo Zheng's gaze, He Yunzhou explained with some embarrassment.
"Actually, vermicelli soup should be eaten with deep-fried dough sticks, but after all, you drank wine last night, so you don't like such greasy things now. I steamed the steamed buns myself, and mixed some miscellaneous grain powder in them, so it doesn't look very good. Because it’s going to be served with soup, I baked it with some butter, it tastes delicious, do you want to try it?”
Huo Zheng originally wanted to refuse. He swore that he had never eaten any homemade steamed buns in his life—and they were pitiful steamed buns cut into several slices.
But when He Yunzhou talked to him so softly, it sounded like he was coaxing him.
For no reason, Huo Zheng honestly took a piece of steamed bun and put it in his mouth.
"Crack—"
The surface of the steamed bun slices is really crispy.
While the steamed bun slices are coated with butter and toasted, they seem to be sprinkled with a little bit of pepper and salt, which gives them a special noodle and salty aroma.
And probably because it is mixed with miscellaneous grain powder and handmade, the steamed buns are really not soft, but rather solid—but it is precisely this kind of steamed buns that are most suitable for roasting until they are burnt and crispy. , slightly salty and slightly fragrant, served with steaming white radish vermicelli duck tongue soup.
In fact, according to Huo Zheng's usual temper, it was impossible for him to stay in this man's dilapidated house for so long from the very beginning, and it was even more impossible for him to sit at the table and honestly eat some vermicelli soup or baked steamed buns as soon as he was persuaded. .
However…
Probably it was really too uncomfortable after the hangover, which directly led to his mental disorder.
Huo Zheng realized that not only was he sitting here eating something that someone he didn't know had prepared for him before... he also felt that the things in the bowl in front of him were surprisingly delicious.
When Huo Zheng put down the bowl, there was already a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.
The intense discomfort caused by the hangover seemed to have receded a lot, especially the warmth in his stomach. The severe pain that had tortured him before seemed to be some kind of hallucination, which had long since dissipated.
After the discomfort in his body eased, Huo Zheng became much more energetic in an instant.
"Huo Zheng."
When the man smiled and handed the painkiller to his hand, Huo Zheng pondered for a while, and told the man his name.
Then, he slowly took out a business card, held it between his index finger and middle finger, put it on the table and pushed it to the other party's hand.
There wasn't any extra information on the business card, only Huo Zheng's name, and a phone number that he specially used to deal with Yingying Yanyan. Yes, Huo Zheng had already forgotten that before he picked up the bowl to eat, he still concluded in his heart that there would be no possibility between himself and the other party, but now he has already started to leave contact information.
However, the subsequent development was somewhat beyond Huo Zheng's expectations. The man didn't seem to realize that this was Huo Zheng's rare condescension in decades. Looking at the business card, he was stunned.
"..."
Huo Zheng frowned slightly, and a hostility suddenly appeared in his dark green pupils.
And at this moment, the man reacted.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I haven't received a business card for a long time, and I haven't realized it." The eyes behind the glasses narrowed slightly, and a blush appeared on the cheekbones of the other party, "Sorry, my name is He Yunzhou, hello .”
As He Yunzhou spoke, he habitually reached out his hand to Huo Zheng to shake hands, but then remembered the other party's previous resistance to skin contact, his movements froze, and then he retracted his hand in embarrassment.
Huo Zheng who was about to shake hands: "..."