lend me a bite

With a 'click', the non-slip ring on the table and plate base made a collision sound.

The small cold dishes are very simple. After all kinds of cold dishes are mixed, pick out a little of each and put them in it. It is not particularly attractive, but it looks a little refreshing and relieves the greasy under the background of the barbecued meat and seafood on the table.

Mao Junyu looked at the little cold dish, then at Qin Yimu's busy figure, and couldn't help but wonder, "Did he poison...?"

The voice stopped abruptly, and directly opposite him, Shan Qiye ate two pieces of peanuts in a row.

After hearing Mao Junyu's words, Shan Qiye was speechless, raised his hand and turned his chopsticks, hit him with the tip of the chopsticks, and said, "Stop watching Gongdou drama!"

Mao Junyu rubbed the painful spot on his head, and asked suspiciously: "When did you build a bridge of friendship with Qin Yimu behind my back?"

Ever since class during the day, when Qin Yimu handed him snacks, he felt something was wrong.

What is the difference between feeding one and feeding the other?Maybe it was not hand-fed to the mouth.

Mao Junyu held the mouth of the juice bottle and said vaguely: "Qin Yimu is famous all the time, do you know that?"

"What?" Shan Qiye is not interested in some gossip and gossip, so naturally he doesn't know how Qin Yimu is famous, but he can still learn about Qin Yimu's gossip.

Shan Qiye propped his chin with one hand, put down his chopsticks, picked up the juice and raised his eyebrows at him, "Tell me?"

Mao Junyu cleared his throat, and moved to the front as if he wanted to whisper to Shan Qiye, giving people a very secretive feeling.

The chaotic atmosphere around them seemed to set up a protective barrier for their quiet little place. For a moment, their ears automatically discarded the noisy voices nearby, and only waited for Mao Junyu's next words.

then……

"Oh, forget it, my news is also gossip, so I can't count it."

Shan Qiye: "???"

As soon as he picked up the plate of side dishes, he wanted to lift it over, but turned it from his hand, and then remembered that Qin Yimu had sent it over, and Qin Yimu was still standing beside him, so he started to lift the plate , that gives a bad impression.

So, Shan Qiye put down the things in his hands, and Mao Junyu's dodging posture was ready the moment he tried to throw the plate, but Shan Qiye didn't throw it, he smiled, "What's wrong, Qi Ye, do you feel sorry for me?"

Shan Qiye slammed the mineral water bottle over with his backhand, expressing it with actions.

There was only a little bit of water left in the mineral water bottle that couldn't be poured out. When it fell on the ground, it jumped up and splashed a few drops, and then fell with a 'boom, bang, bang'.

Shan Qiye raised his jaw, did you see that?That's what happens to you.

Mao Junyu smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Qin Yimu was admitted from another school, and it is said that it has something to do with his family."

"When I was in class, I found the post in his previous school. Many people were talking about it. Qin Yimu has a cold personality and is completely unreasonable. No one can talk to him for more than three sentences. If there is, it must be you talking to yourself. language."

Shan Qiye: "..."

Feel offended.

Mao Junyu raised half of his eyebrows, and Shan Qiye picked up the barbecue and bit off the oily piece of meat, chewing slowly.

As if he was the one who bit him, Mao Junyu didn't continue to provoke immediately. He shook his body and said, "He studies very well, and he is also number one in the city."

As he said that, Mao Junyu put his hands together and said as if praying: "Your next age is the most dangerous~"

After listening for a long time without hearing any important points, Shan Qiye said boredly: "I don't care about these."

Mao Junyu shook his head, and asked in a spirited voice, "Do you still remember how much you scored in the entrance exam?"

Shan Qiye said, "Remember, it's seven points short."

"Qin Yimu gets full marks."

"……what?"

"Not a single point deducted."

Shan Qiye raised his eyebrows. The points he deducted were in mathematics and Chinese. It was not a big deal, but some points were deducted from the composition score and mathematics. Leaving aside the mathematics scores for the time being, it is very difficult to get full marks in Chinese. .

It is possible to get a high score for the composition, but it is impossible to get a full score. Even if there is, it is definitely very rare.

Shan Qiye was a little curious about what kind of composition Qin Yimu wrote.

Mao Junyu also said: "It is said that Qin Yimu's composition written in junior high school has been compiled into a complete "Composition Writing for Junior High School Students" and published, and the sales volume is not bad."

"Why are you so concerned about others?" Shan Qiye took two bites of meat skewers, "Improving your academic performance is better than anything else."

Mao Junyu laughed loudly when he heard the words, "My mother always thought that those people who played with me were not good people, and she wouldn't let me play with them. Only you stood out under my mother's heavy checks. You know why ?"

"Why?" Shan Qiye said casually, and immediately realized that something was wrong, looking at Mao Junyu's half-smile eyes, he knew it was not a good thing, "You don't need to say it, I don't want to know."

"Haha, you speak the same as my mother!" Mao Junyu didn't care about that, he slapped the table and laughed wildly: "My mother thinks you and her are the same age hahahaha!"

Shan Qiye: "..."

A plate of cold dishes on your head.

The two chatted while eating, and the dishes and skewers on the table went down a lot without knowing it. Compared with the meat, the cold dishes went down faster.

Shan Qiye wiped his mouth and asked him, "Are you full?"

Xiaopang burped as he stroked his protruding stomach, and gestured to him.

Shan Qiye nodded, raised his hand and said, "Waiter, pay the bill."

The waiter at the side glanced this way, as if confirming their table number, took the menu for their table from the table and walked over.

Qin Yimu came out from the small door on the left, just reached out to take the menu in the waiter's hand, the waiter was stunned for a moment, their salary is paid on a monthly basis, it doesn't matter whether you work hard or not, and there will be no single table For the commission, Qin Yimu's helping him to pay the bills can be regarded as helping him reduce his workload.

The waiter was happy, and turned to open the beer.

Qin Yimu walked to the table, handed him the menu, looked at the unfinished dishes on the table and asked, "Packing?"

Shan Qiye signed his name at the end of the menu, and said casually, "Just pretend to be a vacuum."

Qin Yimu put all the remaining skewers on a large plate and took them in.

Vacuuming also takes a lot of time, and the stick has to be folded in half, or it will puncture the plastic outside.

Mao Junyu slid down a bit and slumped on the chair.

Seeing his appearance, Shan Qiye was about to laugh, but suddenly remembered something strange, and asked, "Do you know who Qin Yimu provoked?"

"what?"

Seeing his bewildered face, Shan Qiye just wanted to repeat it, when suddenly there was a 'click', and his slender fingers held the fruit plate upright and placed it squarely on the empty plate in front of him.

The nails were neatly manicured, just like in a painting, the cuffs were buttoned up meticulously, and the folds on the white sleeves showed a bit of coldness.

Shan Qiye looked up at him, Qin Yimu let go of his hand slowly, glanced at him slowly with deep eyes, didn't stay long, and went back indoors.

"Tsk." Mao Junyu shuddered, "Qin Yimu is really a walking refrigerator."

"what?"

Mao Junyu pulled the neckline and fanned back and forth twice. Although the chill brought by the little wind was negligible, it still worked. "My hot back is wet, and Qin Yimu didn't even break out in a sweat."

Shan Qiye took half an apple and took a bite, "You made yourself fat."

I didn't break a sweat.

No sweat at all.

Shan Qiye said, "Let's eat some fruit, it's all iced."

No need for Shan Qiye to say more, Mao Junyu sat up straight and began to eat watermelon. The fruit plate was mixed with various fruits, and he only ate the watermelon inside. After eating so much cold watermelon in one breath, it was so greasy and refreshing. , Mao Junyu hiccupped.

Shan Qiye watched Qin Yimu who was busy next to him the whole time, and he could reach friendly exchanges with customers without saying a word, at least until now he hadn't seen Qin Yimu make a mistake in serving food.

Mao Junyu wiped his hands, and asked suspiciously: "What are you looking at, Qi Ye?"

"Where." Shan Qiye raised his chin, indicating Qin Yimu's direction.

Mao Junyu also took a look, then laughed immediately, and said jokingly: "What are you peeking at, let's go and talk."

Upon hearing this, Shan Qiye stood up, patted the wrinkles on his body casually, "Just go."

Mao Junyu: "???"

I thought about it and said it casually.

However, without waiting for him to say anything, Shan Qiye took the apple and walked to Qin Yimu's side in three steps at a time.

Shan Qiye had been waiting and watching for a long time, no new customers came in for half an hour, and Qin Yimu didn't need to order food in a short time.

Qin Yimu was standing in front of the table guarded by the waiter just now, and the waiter went to take care of the customers inside.

When he walked behind Qin Yimu, for some reason, Shan Qiye slowed down subconsciously, obviously the surrounding area was too noisy, even if he didn't need to, Qin Yimu would not be able to notice his existence, but he acted lightly walked over.

In the last few steps, he suddenly jumped forward and hugged Qin Yimu's neck, which surprised him unexpectedly. Shan Qiye smiled in a good mood: "Hi, at the same table!"

Qin Yimu didn't even shake, and supported Shan Qiye's weight firmly. He turned his head slightly to the left, and Shan Qiye showed him a big smile, a very sincere smile, without avoiding it.

In an instant, Qin Yimu turned his face away in disgust. On the other side, Shan Qiye was holding a half-bitten apple in his left hand, with clear bite marks.

Shan Qiye clearly felt that Qin Yimu's body froze, he suppressed a smile in his heart, in order not to make his tablemate angry, Shan Qiye endured it very hard.

Qin Yimu stared at the front intently, but he didn't even look at the menu, his eyes didn't settle, and he didn't know what he was doing in a daze.

Shan Qiye felt it was even more funny, he stood on tiptoe and hugged the person towards him, and said in a narrow tone: "At the same table, did you...forget that you can push me away?"