who bought my egg tart

Every time he goes home at night, Gao Zixi always buys some vegetables to bring back.After getting along for a long time, I know some small habits of each other, and I will pay attention to them when buying vegetables.In fact, Gao Zixi's work is more physically demanding, but every time he goes home, Meng Xiangyu wailes, "I'm finally home!" and then throws himself down on the sofa.

After arriving home, Gao Zixi helplessly and pampered Meng Xiangyu to sit on the sofa every time, and then went to the kitchen to process the ingredients for dinner.In fact, it is rather strange. He is patient and not lazy, but he just doesn't like to cook.The cohabitation of two people gave Meng Xiangyu the motivation to improve his cooking skills, and he was always eager to try new methods.

Of course, there are good and bad, but both of them had a good time eating.

After get off work, Gao Zixi, who was changing clothes in the locker room, was dragged away by his colleagues, "You haven't gone out with us for such a long time, now you have a girlfriend and don't want buddies?"

"How can it be, it's me..."

"It's just what it is." The colleague looked impatient and interrupted him all of a sudden, but Gao Zixi also knew that the other party was just putting on a show and wanted him to have dinner together.

Besides, after such a long time, everyone went, but it was not good to be alone.

So Gao Zixi called Meng Xiangyu and told him that he would go home very late tonight, so he didn't have to wait for him, and told him to eat well, and then hung up the phone.

In the restaurant, when eating and chatting with friends, I couldn't help but think of Meng Xiangyu.When he first picked up the phone, he said excitedly that he had bought egg tarts, and that he would cook some delicious food tonight, but when he heard that he couldn't go home, he suddenly became disappointed...

He felt a little guilty.

I was stunned, but was caught by my colleagues, "Old Gao, what are you thinking, fine wine!"

"Okay, I'll drink."

...

After Meng Xiangyu came home from get off work, he went to the cake shop again, and this time he bought the last box left.

He is very happy!

Before going home, I went to the supermarket to buy ribs and planned to make sweet and sour pork ribs to celebrate.Before Gao Zixi said that he could try it, both of them wanted to eat it, but they kept forgetting about it.

As soon as he got home, he put down the ribs and received a call from Gao Zixi, who happily answered.

"Hello, Zixi. I bought egg tarts today."

"Very good, then you should eat less egg tarts before dinner."

"Okay, I also bought spare ribs, and you can have sweet and sour spareribs when you come back."

"Well...Xiangyu...I, I won't come back for dinner today."

"Not coming back?"

"Well, go out to dinner with colleagues, you should eat more at night."

"Okay...Okay." His voice dropped all of a sudden, Meng Xiangyu hung up the phone, but he couldn't bring himself to make sweet and sour pork ribs.

He put the ribs in the freezer of the refrigerator, closed the door of the refrigerator, opened it again, and took out a bottle of yogurt without looking inside.

Turn on the TV, sit in front of the sofa, eat egg tarts and drink yogurt while watching TV.

It's so hot on TV...

For some reason, even eating egg tarts and yogurt, which he thought were a "perfect match", didn't make him happy at all.

Empty, unable to do anything.

What's going on?

After eating, he simply tidied up the house, turned on the computer, and browsed the web, but there was nothing that interested him.

Forget it, go to sleep.

After Meng Xiangyu washed, he lay on the bed and turned off the light.

Pull the quilt to the shoulder position, and the people in the quilt curl up together.

Turned over, still can't sleep.

He stared at the dark ceiling, thought for a long time, then took out his mobile phone, the light from the screen dazzled his eyes.

Fingers tap the screen.A text message was sent.

Go home early and good night.

He turned off the phone, put it on the bedside table, and covered the quilt again.

The mouth opens and closes.

Gao Zixi, good night.

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