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The sudden movement made Changfeng's whole body stiff.

"Don't go..." Cheng Lang's voice was a little hoarse, and his breath fell on Chang Feng's neck, with an almost scorching temperature.

Changfeng took Cheng Lang's hand on his waist, and opened it finger by finger, but the process was a bit difficult. He opened his index finger and broke his middle finger. As soon as the middle finger was opened, the index finger was entangled like an octopus. .

As if feeling the rejection from the person in his arms, Cheng Lang tightened his arms again, and murmured almost aggrieved: "Don't go, I'll make fish for you..."

Changfeng was stunned for a moment, and then belatedly smelled the smell of alcohol on Mr. Octopus behind him.

It turned out to be drunk.

Chang Feng said: "Let go of me first."

"Do not…"

Changfeng took a deep breath, and calmly said: "Mr. Cheng, I'm Xu Changfeng, I don't know you very well, and I have no obligation to accompany you on a drinking spree. Let me go, and I can call you a friend."

There was silence behind him for a while, and then Changfeng let go at an extremely slow speed.

Chang Feng turned his head, and the man in front of him blinked his eyes, as if he had finally regained consciousness. He looked at Chang Feng and frowned in confusion.

"... Xu... Changfeng?"

"En." Changfeng responded, "Do you want me to call you a friend?"

Cheng Lang shook his head.

Changfeng nodded: "Oh, then I'm leaving."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the elevator.

"Xu Changfeng..." Cheng Lang called out again.

Chang Feng turned around and looked at Cheng Lang.

Cheng Lang seemed to be really drunk, his cheeks were slightly flushed abnormally.

He looked at Chang Feng seriously:

"...I'll cook fish for you."

Chang Feng said: "I really want to eat, but you are drunk, you can't do it."

"Then, I'll make it for you, juice." Cheng Lang said again, his speech was very slow, as if he had thought it through carefully, as if he was very reliable.

Changfeng hesitated.

He personally came here to deliver the windbreaker. His purpose was not very simple, and... maybe the juice is not so difficult to make?

Facts have proved that he really overestimated Mr. Cheng.

Mr. Cheng's eyes were blurred, and he took out a tomato solemnly.

"This lime, it's a little red." Mr. Cheng paused, and continued to say in a very serious tone: "But it's not very important. The important thing is that it is a lime."

Changfeng knew that he would not be able to drink juice today, but miraculously, he did not feel regretful at all.

He crossed his arms and lazily leaned against the wall, watching how Mr. Cheng Drunk Silly Chef Lang made a glass of lime juice from a tomato.

Mr. Cheng washed the tomatoes, put them on the chopping board, and picked up the kitchen knife.

Chang Feng was afraid that he would cut it, so he said, "Let me cut it for you."

Mr. Cheng turned his head and looked at Changfeng: "No, Changfeng, you will definitely cut it."

The subtext is that Changfeng is stupid and doesn't know how to chop vegetables.

"Oh." Changfeng looked indifferent.

In the fifth second, Mr. Cheng cut the knife for the last time, and then let out a short and slow cry: "Ah."

Mr. Cheng put down the kitchen knife, pointed towards Changfeng, and stretched out his index finger that was cut but blood hadn't flowed out yet, with a very obedient expression.

"...Changfeng, my hand is broken. It hurts."

Changfeng: ...

"Where's the Band-Aid?"

Mr. Cheng thought for a while: "The Band-Aid is on..."

Changfeng: "Where is it?"

Mr. Cheng finally remembered, and said happily: "...in the hospital!"

With a cold face, Changfeng pushed away the mentally handicapped face.

Don't come here, mental retardation is contagious.

In the end, Changfeng took a tissue and wrapped it casually for him.

In fact, it’s okay to not wrap it. I don’t know if the wound is too shallow or because of my physique. The wound hasn’t bled for so long.

Mr. Cheng was honorably wounded, but Mr. Cheng did not give up at all. He picked up the salt shaker and said, "Next, we need to put some sugar."

Mr. Cheng said: "No, put too much, a little bit, it's fine."

Then, every time he paused, he put a spoonful of salt.

Well, he paused four times at this sentence.

There was nothing wrong with the next steps.

But what's the use of that.

Mr. Cheng pushed a glass of red water of death in front of Changfeng, he blinked his eyes, with a look of anticipation on his face.

Changfeng rarely had a gentle and seductive smile on his face: "Taste first whether it's delicious or not."

For some reason, Mr. Cheng's face seemed to turn redder.He nodded blankly, then took a sip off guard.

Then, the whole face crumpled together.

Changfeng couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

It took a full five seconds for Mr. Cheng to come to his senses. His face was dull and he doubted life.

Chang Feng bit his lip, so as not to let out the laughter: "Is it delicious?"

Mr. Cheng shook his head slowly, and he didn't know what to think again. He seemed to feel that it would be embarrassing if the things he made didn't taste good, so he nodded and said with a blushing face.

"Delicious."

Chang Feng was taken aback. Could it be that the drunk also had a problem with his tongue?He asked again: "...Is it really delicious?"

Mr. Cheng blinked and said slowly, "...it's delicious."

Changfeng stretched out his hand to take his cup, but Mr. Cheng firmly protected him from giving it to him.

"It's delicious, Changfeng, you, don't drink it."

Changfeng didn't respond.

But Mr. Cheng was afraid that Changfeng would grab him, so he leaned back a little later, picked up the juice and drank it all.

After drinking, the whole face wrinkled together tightly again.

This time it was even more wrinkled than last time, but for some reason, Chang Feng couldn't laugh anymore.

He looked at Cheng Lang in front of him, his expression in a trance for a moment.

"Cheng Lang." He called out.

Cheng Lang looked at him with some confusion.

Chang Feng seemed to have regained consciousness suddenly, he shook his head slightly, as if he wanted to throw away all the strange thoughts that flashed through his mind.

He stood up and said, "I'm going home first."

Cheng Lang nodded: "Goodbye..."

After Changfeng left, Cheng Lang slowly picked up the cup on the table, and put it away as if disgusted.

He muttered vaguely.

It's so hard to drink.

Fortunately, Changfeng was not allowed to taste it.

When Chang Feng returned home, he still had Cheng Lang in his mind, and he rubbed his temples.

The robot Cheng Lang has been in the water, on the rainy day when he hit the whole body with the umbrella against the tree.

Cheng Lang soon went wrong.

Cheng Lang led Chang Feng into the supermarket, turned around in a daze for a long time, pointed to a crucian carp and said it was black fish, Chang Feng looked at the sign above and corrected it expressionlessly: "That's crucian carp."

Cheng Lang looked at him at the time, flattened his mouth, with an expression of "Although you are wrong, but you can say whatever you want.": "Okay, it's crucian carp."

Changfeng was almost shaken, took out his phone and searched.

Only then was it confirmed.

Yes, he is not wrong.

Cheng Lang bought crucian carp, and Chang Feng didn't want to talk to him very much, but Chang Feng was shocked when Cheng Lang hugged two eggplants and said that he was going to weigh the peppers.

"Is this pepper?" Chang Feng pointed to the eggplant in Cheng Lang's hand.

Cheng Lang nodded.

Changfeng's expression turned cold: "Cheng Lang, stop joking, finish shopping and go home."

"Oh." Sensing Chang Feng's unhappiness, Cheng Lang was a little unhappy.

Changfeng ignored him and went straight to the supermarket door to wait for him.

In the end, Changfeng saw that Cheng Lang really walked out of the supermarket with crucian carp and eggplant.

Changfeng's face turned black.

Cheng Lang took out something flatteringly: "Changfeng, eat a banana!"

Chang Feng looked at the carrot in his hand and said coldly, "Eat it yourself."

Although Cheng Lang is a robot, he can eat, but he is limited to fruits, vegetables and water.

This kind of natural food can be directly extracted by Cheng Lang for energy. Although the effect is not as good as charging, it can also be used for emergencies.

However, meat and processed foods are not allowed, and it is easy to eat them out of order.

After hearing Chang Feng's words, Cheng Lang really picked up the carrot and took a bite.

"Is it delicious?"

"……good to eat."

No matter how careless Chang Feng was, he knew something was wrong.

Where is this intelligent human growth companion robot?

This is clearly mentally handicapped.