Escape Death Message [Infinite Stream]

Luo Shanshan only replied to his text messages in the afternoon. She seemed to be concerned about his throat problem, so she sent him a string of addresses without calling.

Not to mention, a search for that place on the map showed that it was quite close to Jiang City. If the husband went with him, it would take less than an hour to drive there.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but want to hit his head. What was he thinking? He felt that the husband would definitely be willing to go to glory with him.

However, because this matter is really not a trivial matter, he also hoped that his husband would know the so-called "truth", so he still asked for his opinion.

At that time, the husband was leaning on the sofa, holding a book of historical materials, as if he was trying to make up for the culture of the human world. When he heard this, he put down the book and looked at him calmly, and asked with some meaning, "Why do you want to write this book?" Tell me something?"

"Huh?" He didn't understand why Mr. asked that way, "I just think this matter is very important, sir, you should know."

"Okay, I see." The husband looked at him deeply for a while, then picked up the book again, "It's already late today, let's go out tomorrow."

Wu Wen agreed, but there was nothing to do in the afternoon. He saw his husband reading there, but he was embarrassed to disturb him, so he planned to cook something for him on a whim.

"Sir, do you have anything to eat?"

"I'm not picky." The gentleman said without raising his head.

He scratched his head, "Then I'll go to the supermarket to buy vegetables." After speaking, he took his wallet and keys and prepared to go out.

"Wait." The gentleman finally raised his head, "Are you planning to cook by yourself?"

"Well... thinking about it is nothing to do..."

"Mind if I go with you?" Ji Jisheng asked, but put on his coat consciously.

"Of course not. I don't know what your taste is like yet, so I'm afraid I might make a mistake when buying vegetables." He unconsciously clenched the hand holding the key.He didn't know why he felt so happy when he knew that his husband would follow.

Could it be because of his adversity with Mr. that he completely regarded Mr. as a brother?

The two of them went to the nearest supermarket. In the evening, it was full of people. There were many people who just stopped by after work. With happy and distressed expressions, they were choosing for their families. food.

In this kind of fireworks scene, Wu Wen suddenly realized why he felt that his husband would come with him, and he would feel happy.

So it turns out that he regards his husband as his family?

The gentleman who used to be a string of data, standing in the pool of the player's blood and smiling nonchalantly at him?

He had a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't help smiling.

The husband didn't know what he was thinking, he was just silently looking at the supermarket with people coming and going, and the products on the shelves.

Wu Wen saw that he had been looking at the two lettuces, so he bought two with a smile, "I'll go back and make hot pot for you to eat."

The gentleman glanced at him with a strange expression on his face.

Walking around in the fresh food area, he took Mr. to introduce all the ingredients that he thought he might not have seen before.

Wu Wen knew that Mr. was born in the dungeon. For so many days, he was probably just eating the same kind of food that was constantly refreshed. He knew nothing about the human world, so he slowly gave Mr. Science popularized the things in the supermarket.

"Actually, in addition to the regular food, here, many people also like to eat snacks or something to relax." He said, and put a few bags of snacks in the shopping basket.

The husband didn't speak all the time, other than looking at this strange environment, he just looked at him calmly.

He took his husband around twice, and went to buy a few packs of hot pot seasoning.

He knew that he was not very good at cooking, but he couldn't mess up something as simple as making hot pot.

After all, there was one more person in the family now, so after buying the ingredients, he added another set of bedding in the supermarket.

The quilt and bed sheets are selected according to the taste of the husband, and they are capable and somewhat depressing gray.

It was also because of the sheets that Mr. picked that he realized that the clothes he bought for Mr. last time did not seem to suit Mr.'s taste...

Last time, he thought that Mr. is good-looking anyway, so he didn't spend too much thought on it. He just chose it for him according to the magazines. There are all kinds of styles...

He looked at Ji Jisheng's current outfit in embarrassment... In fact, it can't be said that he is not handsome, but this light yellow color is so tender... He doesn't know how he chose it, and the husband doesn't dislike it. went up...

However, since the topic of tenderness has already been thought of, Wu Wen has always been curious about the age of the gentleman, and he doesn't know how the age of the npc is calculated in the dungeon.

"That...sir..." He took two cans of milk and put them into the shopping cart, and asked hesitantly, "I never asked... How old are you this year?"

"Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"

"Hehe..." He looked at the clothes on the gentleman's body in embarrassment.

Ji Jisheng realized, "According to your calculation method, I will be 21 this year."

Wu Wen was surprised. He saw that Mr. has a calm demeanor...he has a strong sense of presence, and because of the title "Sir", he thought that he should be quite mature, but he did not expect that Mr. is four years younger than him...

"...It's quite young..." He laughed twice, "However, if you have time some other day, Mr...sister, why don't you go shopping with me for some clothes?" When he called the word sir, he felt uncomfortable. Feel free, why does he have to be called Mr. Little Kid when he is an older person?

Ji Jisheng smiled softly, "Actually, you don't have to mind so much. If it is based on the copy algorithm, I have existed for more than 100 years." He seemed to see Wu Wen's discomfort and was very considerate Explain about age.

Only then did he let out a sigh of relief, and called out to Mr. again without any burden, "Then Mr. will go shopping with me some other day?"

"Okay." The gentleman agreed, seeing that Wu Wen was happily shopping again, the corners of his mouth were raised quietly.

Wu Wen bought a lot of things, and he didn't know why he had such a strong desire to shop like a woman, and bought a lot of things that he had and didn't have as if he lost his mind.

After the husband went back, he helped him pack those things, and Wu Wen went into the kitchen to cook.

In fact, making hot pot is really simple, you only need to weigh one yard of ingredients, and then adjust two oil dishes.

So the husband didn't even think about helping Wu Wen, he just helped Wu Wen clean up and then read the book again.

Wu Wen found an induction cooker and a power strip from the storage room of this house, and boiled the hot pot bottom ingredients.

He didn't know if these pots and pans belonged to his roommates, but he thought it would be okay to borrow them, so he just used them.

When he brought the prepared ingredients to the dining room dish by dish, he saw Mr. leaning on the sofa with one hand on the armrest, flipping through the books in his hand leisurely.

Ji Jisheng turned on the warm orange floor lamp next to the sofa, and his whole body was bathed in the gentle light. Although he was wearing bright yellow clothes, his whole body exuded a reassuring feeling.

Mr.'s cool short black hair has some bangs in front, fluffy and soft against his forehead.

Wu Wen couldn't help smiling, and then deliberately relaxed his movements, afraid of disturbing his husband's reading, so he quickly made all the seasonings and so on.

"It's time to eat, sir." After the meal was ready, he couldn't wait to call sir.

"Okay." Ji Jisheng's answer came from the living room.

He deliberately placed the lettuce next to where Ji Jisheng was sitting. When he was in the supermarket just now, he found that his husband had been staring at them for a long time.

The body of the husband who had already sat down was a little stiff because of Wu Wen's care.

Wu Wen thought that the husband was embarrassed, "It's okay, I don't like lettuce, so it's suitable for you to let it go."

The husband's face became even weirder, "Wait, didn't you buy it for yourself?"

"No." He replied, "I don't like to eat this, this is specially bought for you."

The expression on Ji Jisheng's face became a little difficult to understand, "Thank you..." Mr. said so, not trying to evade, but Wu Wen somehow felt that his words were a little forced.

As he expected, Mr. really has never eaten hot pot.

He also showed a trace of surprise on the face of Mr. who rarely had any emotional fluctuations, and felt a little proud.

He boiled fat beef and mutton, scalded meatballs, and boiled some fish, which he ate happily.

"How's it going? I'm not a bad cook, am I?" He picked up a lot of dishes for his husband, making it clear that he was asking for credit.

Mr. Baiyu's face finally had a little sweat due to the temperature of the hot pot. He took a piece of paper, wiped it off and praised, "Very good."

The two big men, perhaps because they were tortured by the compressed biscuits that they ate for several days in the dungeon, at the end of the meal, they even finished Wu Wen's food, which they thought they could eat for two meals.

The husband originally wanted to wash the dishes, but he had never done housework, so he was unexpectedly clumsy and even broke a plate.

Wu Wen saw his husband staring at the debris on the ground indifferently, but didn't move, and thought it was funny, then drove him out of the kitchen, and went to wash the dishes by himself.

And in a place that he couldn't see, Ji Jisheng sat back on the sofa leisurely, lazily picked up the book that he had been reading all this time, and smiled faintly

They ate a lot, but when he was picking up the leftovers, he saw the two lettuces lying there in good condition.

He thought about why his husband had such a strange expression before, so he picked up the lettuce and simply frozen it in the refrigerator, and the husband is actually picky eater.