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Eating is commonplace, but when he——

Huang Jin had waited for him before, but his feelings and thoughts were completely different.

Yang Zhen stared at the line of words, his heart was slowly wrapped in a kind of lingering joy, as soft as cotton candy and as light as clouds and mist, which made people want to be sentimental.

The world is still the world, which shows how much mood affects what we feel and see.

From the standpoint of struggle, Yang Zhen shouldn't return, but he is eager to get in touch with Quan Wei, no matter how busy or troubled he is, he wants to leave time for this person.

Until Zhang Shuyu died in the Central Plains, he didn't leave any feelings behind. He should have one time in this life, don't be so rational, and don't think about so many consequences to spend some time by someone's side as he likes.

Yang Zhen is very sure that he wants to go home now and sit across from Quan Wei's dining table.

Thinking of this, he quickly pushed aside the address book that was half covered on the keyboard, and typed in one go: Not yet, I'll come back after work, and eat first if you're hungry.

Immediately, a prompt "the other party is typing" appeared on the top of the small window, and soon a dialogue bubble popped up: Got it, what do you want to eat?

A certain landlord asked this generously, but in fact, the cooking skills are only entry-level. Yang Zhen didn't dare to order randomly, so he reported a must-have dish for Quan Wei when he started a fire: ground three delicacies.

Quan Wei: What else?

The two of them only had three dishes at most, and Yang Zhen couldn't compete with the chef for the menu, so he tapped and said: You decide, I'm not picky eaters.

Quan Wei is not going to be a partner with him at this moment, but a half appointment for dinner. If Yang Zhen doesn't say what he likes to eat, how can he grab his stomach?Quan Wei is a little helpless: You are really easy to support.

Yang Zhen: Is this bad?

According to the current trend of many men looking for girls, this is really not very good. No one pays attention to those who are unreasonable. Fortunately, Quan Wei's taste is not in line with the public. He typed out a line without thinking: Okay , I like you just like that.

The words came from the eyes to the heart, and Yang Zhen suddenly felt as if he had been hit by an empty gun. If he took it out of context, then he had already realized what he wanted. It hangs for a few seconds before sinking: French cute.jpg.

I feel so guilty that everything I say is problematic, I just post an emoji to calm down.

Quan Wei didn't know that the heartbeat of the opposite person was slightly disturbed, so Zhu Gusheng ended the chat mode: OK, you are on the subway and send me a message.

Yang Zhen: That's right.

After that, Quan Wei became as quiet as a chicken.

Yang Zhen dragged the address book over happily, and under the effect of dopamine, this boring work that had been repeated all day seemed less mechanical.

His next state seemed to be obsessed with work and unable to extricate himself, but as soon as he arrived at 7:[-], Yang Zhen put on his bag and slipped away. After getting on the subway, he huddled among the crowd and sent a message to Quan Wei.

Quan Wei had just started the hookup plan, and hadn't grasped the essence of endless chatter, so he replied "Got it", left Yang Zhen behind and went to the kitchen to toss about.

He downloaded the Gourmet World app, clicked on it, hung his phone on the wall with a hook, swiped and pulled the page to turn over the spatula, took advantage of the quick hands and feet, and unexpectedly made two meat and two vegetarian dishes in a decent way A soup, the taste is not bad enough.

When Yang Zhen opened the door, the light in the porch was on, and it went all the way into the dining room and the kitchen. The glass door of the kitchen was covered with mist, and Quan Wei was covered in a long and thin figure dangling inside, making people feel uncomfortable. People's hearts are full of smoke and fire.

The living room did not turn on the light, and Yang Zhen stepped on the black dividing brick between the living room and the dining room, feeling tenderness and sadness in his heart, and the two waves rushed through his body one after another.

He doesn't know why Quan Wei's culinary skills suddenly became so popular today, but this person really can't do anything for him, and he will be easily moved. It's over.

But this layer of beautiful fog is too intoxicating.

The range hood was rumbling, Quan Wei didn't hear the door opening, he just finished his work and was about to move the dishes on the desk to the dining table, then he opened the kitchen door, just in time to see Yang Zhen in a daze in front of the dining room .

At the beginning, because of its good looks, Quan Wei hung a warm yellow spherical hollow lamp in the dining room. It was as big as a pot lid. When it was opened, it would cast fine and mottled shadows on the light source. It is covered with mysterious patterns, and there is a faint light in the bottom of his eyes. Quan Wei, who has always regarded himself as an illiterate, suddenly pops up a line of poetry in his mind.

Looking back suddenly, the man was in the dimly lit place.

The people in the "Landing Place" didn't expect him to open the door suddenly, a little bit of astonishment first appeared on their faces, and then they laughed.

This person has always been very quiet, and seldom laughed out loud with a "puff!" Quan Wei saw the corners of his mouth curling up soundlessly, and the movement was no bigger than a blooming epiphyllum. At that time, Quan Wei felt that Yang Zhen was him. I have seen in my life, the most suitable person for the word "gentle and elegant".

Admiration makes people lose their minds, obviously there is nothing wrong, when Quan Wei sees him smiling, he is as if infected, showing a row of big white teeth uncontrollably, while he is proud of this tacit understanding, there is no one else, eat it There is no need to wait for a minute for the meal, and at the same time, he began to urge Yang Zhen: "Don't weld there, change clothes, wash hands, take bowls and chopsticks, choose something to do."

Quan Wei's current image is very uncool, the sleeves of the sweater are rolled up to the elbows, and the apron on his body is not known what to buy as a gift, it is covered with dense purple flowers, and with the big plate in his hand, it looks like a Stay-at-home dad.

It was the first time Yang Zhen saw him living like this, and almost had the illusion that he was living with this person. This feeling was so happy that he wanted to take a picture of this moment with his mobile phone, but it was embarrassing to be urged by Quan Wei. In two steps, he passed by Quan Wei who came out, and went into the kitchen to wash his hands and helped move the guy who was eating to the table.

A few minutes later, the two sat down, the temperature was low in late autumn, and the heat rising from the food curled up between them.

Chasing people requires the attitude of chasing people, Quan Wei handed him a pair of chopsticks.

Yang Zhen took it over, and rubbed his fingers against Quan Wei's. He looked at the dishes that were almost covered on the table, because it was really inexplicable, and he didn't notice that Quan Wei's cooking skills had improved by leaps and bounds for the time being. Yang Zhen tentatively smiled and said, "Is there any happy event today? Why did you suddenly become so good at cooking?"

"No," Quan Wei stared at him for two seconds, and said in his heart that this is not to pick on you.

The person who was soaked was unconscious, and was still waiting for the customer to move his chopsticks casually.

Today is different from the past, Quan Wei can't wait for him to eat in his own bowl, but seeing him not moving, he feels surprised, picks up a chopstick and goes to the opposite bowl: "You are stupid, eat quickly , Praise me after eating."

How can there be such a person who cooks for others just to be praised, Yang Zhen laughed out loud, thinking that Quan Wei's shameless virtue is also quite interesting, he is still willing to praise this person's stinky feet, Yang Zhen has no principle Said: "I can praise you even if you don't eat."

Quan Wei took a mouthful of empty rice, this is his habit of eating rice, and he still has a lot of trivial rules, Yang Zhen has been using it for many years and has not dug it out. Fortunately, he will not ask others to do the same.

At this moment, Quan Wei's mouth is filled with the pure aroma of rice. After feeling it, he doesn't know why he always wants to see Yang Zhen's face, and then he can see new discoveries from time to time.

For example, he used to see that the two lumps under Yang Zhen's eyes were bags under the eyes, but now he finds that they are lying silkworms, and his eyes are puffy when he smiles, no wonder he looks good-tempered.There is a small black hemorrhoid on the left chin, the kernels of the eyes are very white, the eyeballs are dark brown, and there are two forehead lines on the forehead...

Always looking at the face will inevitably increase the chance of seeing each other, but if you meet, you will meet. Quan Wei is neither embarrassed nor dodged, staring at Yang Zhen and said: "I don't listen to nonsense, you are not good for me. Do you know progress?"

"Okay then," Yang Zhen stuffed an eggplant into his mouth with a smile, chewed and swallowed it, and crooked his eyebrows and commented sincerely, "It's delicious."

Not salty at all.

Quan Wei divides every dish into several times and throws salt several times. Even if it is salty, it will not be too salty. Cooking skills cannot be achieved in one step, and the ingredients and heat must be practiced. I'm happy, he didn't intend to make any delicacies from mountains and seas, he just wanted to make people off work have something to eat.

Quan Wei was a little proud of himself, but his face was a bit arrogant. Everyone was hungry at this late hour. Before they were full and warm, they couldn't think about anything else. Let's wash the dishes after eating."

Yang Zhen picked up a shrimp and grilled it with rice, and replied in a muffled voice, "I'll wash it."

Although Quan Wei wanted to spoil him, but felt that the cook didn't wash the dishes, and the division of labor and cooperation was like a married couple, so he immediately agreed: "Okay, you can do the washing."

Home-cooked food is not about how delicious it is, it’s about making the stomach feel good for the person who eats it. Yang Zhen finished his mouth with a bowl of vegetarian soup, and after drinking it, a layer of damp heat rose up in his vest.Maybe it was too much, or maybe the meal was too harmonious, he didn't want to leave the table after putting down his chopsticks.

However, Quan Weifang kept chasing after him in the same way, he didn't miss this table of leftovers, he only remembered after eating that he forgot to take a picture of the first meal of this symbolic event.

Quan Wei started stacking the dishes, Yang Zhen couldn't help but get up to wash the dishes even though he was reluctant, but what he didn't expect was that Quan Wei seemed to be very busy today, he was washing the dishes under the faucet, and that person leaned against the wall opposite the sink, I don't know when I washed an apple, took a bite, and then opened my mouth to chat with Yang Zhen.

"You went to meet the buyer in the morning, how is the situation?"

Yang Zhen didn't raise his head and said: "I think it's too expensive, and I want to drop it by tens of thousands, but Qin Ruxu disagrees, and Hexing is pushing her up the price, and the difference is 4 to 5. "

It sounds like his list is yellow, but the one with the highest price is the law of the transaction, Quan Wei said: "Where is your buyer's attitude, is he not willing to add a dime?"

Yang Zhen: "That's not the case. I called him in the afternoon and his line was busy. Let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

Quan Wei saw that his old god was there, and wanted to tease him: "You are quite calm, like someone who does big things."

Yang Zhen's hands were full of dish soap foam, and he looked back at him with a funny face: "No, I'm suffering in my heart, and I didn't want to affect your mood, so I pretended to be like this."

"For me," Quan Wei suddenly moved forward, handed a half-bitten apple to Yang Zhen's mouth, and coaxed a three-year-old child, "Hey, it won't be bitter if you eat something sweet."

Yang Zhen subconsciously took a look at the piece of white meat exposed in the red skin, and a feeling of embarrassment and ambiguity jumped up from his heart. He had a ghost in his heart, and what he ate with this mouthful was not an apple, but a power Slight tofu.

Quan Wei saw that he was staring at the place where he had bitten, and felt a little displeased. He had never been so disliked by others in a proactive matter, and the villain in his mind immediately split into two, one overturned the table Saying that it’s okay to eat, the other shouted to be patient and gentle, Quan Wei froze for two seconds, closed his eyelids, and pulled the old iron out while backing away: "I hurt my feelings, Sun Shaoning said you despise me , I hadn't..."

This upside-down slander made Yang Zhen want to cry without tears. He was so rare that he didn’t dare to dislike it. In order not to cause misunderstanding and alienation, Yang Zhen wiped the foam on his hands on his pants like lightning, and grasped the power slightly. He touched his wrist, and without a word, he took a bite at the part of the apple.

He didn't dare to think about it, so he swallowed it immediately and began to make up for it: "I won't take this responsibility, because I'm afraid you'll dislike me."

Quan Wei was satisfied now, and pressed his back against the opposite wall, took a bite of the apple and continued, "If I dislike you, I won't be able to live in at all, and if I agree, I won't dislike you, then we will cherish each other from now on. "

Yang Zhen refrained from provoking him, but Quan Wei didn't realize it at all, saying that he was acting out a brotherhood, but Yang Zhen could feel the overflow of love, his old heart was really going through all kinds of experiences. Half of the arrow piercing the heart comes from Cupid's shooting, and the other half comes from the torture of his conscience.

Yang Zhen was sweet and terrified at the same time: "It must."

Quan Wei took a kiss directly, feeling a little happy: "Would you like to have a bite?"

This is really imperialism's obsession with self-determination, Yang Zhen was emboldened, and brushed the bowl with all his might: "Yes."

Quan Wei's apples are a bit sweet, it's really terrible.

Quan Wei didn't let him eat his own saliva this time, took a new one from under the cupboard, squeezed next to Yang Zhen and rinsed it, and ate his own. Seeing that Yang Zhen's cheeks were not moving, he stretched out his arms to feed him .

Quan Wei came to feed Yang Zhen and gnawed until he pushed the dishes into the cupboard to free his hands, and he realized as if he had just woken up from a dream. Although he only had two hands, he could stop and wash the dishes after eating. Why did he have to Let Quan Wei pestle in the back to feed...

Because your color makes you dizzy, reason roared deafeningly in Yang Zhen's mind.