we don't live together

Su Chengye is very satisfied with his current life.

His twin sister always likes to tease that he and Chen Jinghuan are living together as a couple, and he doesn't want to deny it at all.

Especially last night Chen Jinghuan cooked his favorite salmon rice. The two of them were eating dinner together in the living room while watching stupid albums. When Chen Jinghuan laughed and clapped fiercely, he even smelled the scent of lavender on the other person. It must have been used Soap.

It couldn't have been better.

...but he wouldn't object if it was better.

Su Chengye looked at the transparent solution in the flask, thinking about the scene of Chen Jinghuan making breakfast with his back turned to him before going out in the morning.

He wants to eat every meal Chen Jinghuan cooks, but he wants to be so dependent on Chen Jinghuan to wake him up, it is always difficult to choose.

This morning, his roommate called him half an hour earlier, so he had breakfast and Chen Jinghuan's alarm clock. All these wonderful things made him dazed from time to time on the way to school.

He believed that Chen Jinghuan should, maybe, might have a little affection for him.

However, Chen Jinghuan seemed, probably, maybe he was just doing a little roommate etiquette.

Who knows, he never lived with a roommate other than Chen Jinghuan.

Su Chengye thought about whether to google roommate etiquette, but thought it was too stupid.Even if no one knows, it's still stupid to just leave a search engine record.He raised his head and looked at the classmate next door who was staring at the screen intently.

"Zhang Cheng."

"Um?"

"Do you have roommates?"

"Tian Fuzhen, Fu next to Xiang, Zhen Ji's Zhen." Zhang Cheng clicked the mouse and turned to look at him, "But I can't introduce you to each other, she doesn't appear often."

Su Chengye said as expressionlessly as possible: "No matter who Tian Hebe and Zhen Ji are, I believe they are definitely not roommates in real life, right?"

"Bingo! She's my dream roommate, my real roommate is a bastard who never pees right and doesn't clean the toilet, and he'll never learn not to skim shit while reading in the public toilet, I almost peed In the corridor!" Zhang Cheng, who had a slight obsession with cleanliness, clenched his fists and roared angrily.

"Then if you make an extra breakfast, will you share it with him?"

"If I can stuff it through his nostrils and cause him to be sent to the hospital, I'm willing to share him." Zhang Cheng smiled, "And I will prepare rice balls stuffed with fried dough sticks and marinated eggs for breakfast."

"I'm not asking how you plan to murder him," Su Chengye almost laughed unhappily, "I'm asking, is it common to share breakfast with roommates?"

"Probably, if my roommate is Cheer Chen, I can share three meals and supper." Zhang Cheng clicked the mouse again and continued to watch the video, "The point is who the roommate is, not the word roommate. Alright genius."

Su Chengye didn't bother to ask who Chen Qizhen was, but he couldn't help asking the nonsense behind, "So, you mean that you have a good impression of your roommate before sharing his food?"

"I don't know how to eat the kind of food that kills people." Zhang Cheng took out the earphones from the drawer, "Student, if I don't finish watching this movie, I won't be able to help my brother hand in the general studies report on time, can you let me go? "

Even though he knew that the other party would not turn his head to look at him, Su Chengye nodded and continued to translate the report in his hand.

Quiet fell in the research room, until Zhang Cheng finally finished watching the movie that made him fall asleep several times, Su Chengye immediately heard the dubbing of the other party's scary stretching.

"You've been here all morning, no class?" Zhang Cheng asked again: "I thought that most people would want to stay in the dormitory and be lazy if they don't have class."

"I want to," but I want Chen Jinghuan to wake him up helplessly and affectionately. If Chen Jinghuan knows that he has no class in the morning, he will definitely let him sleep until noon. "But there is free air conditioning here."

"And the Internet is booming," Zhang Cheng nodded, "I'm going to buy lunch, can you buy it for me? I'm going to buy Liu's fried rice."

"Shrimp fried rice without green onions." Su Chengye frowned, thinking about whether Chen Jinghuan was also like this "by the way",

Just like he would stop by to buy dinner and go home on weekdays.

hateful!He is not by chance!He remembers all the food, drinks and fruits Chen Jinghuan likes!He even remembers the milk from which ranch Chen Jinghuan likes the most!

Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and curled his lips into a smile, "You are really a little devil, you are also picky eaters, be careful not to grow tall."

"Scallions have nothing to do with growing taller, picky eaters have nothing to do with age," Su Chengye quickly countered, "You don't eat carrots either."

"So I'm only [-], are you happy? [-] kid." Zhang Cheng picked up the car keys and walked out, "By the way, you brought the breakfast that the school claimed to be made by your roommates by the way. Level, I suspect that your roommate has had a crush on you for a long time."

"How to say?" Su Chengye couldn't hold back his smile, and looked at Zhang Cheng expectantly.

"I've only seen this kind of breakfast in idol dramas, and it's called wife's breakfast." Zhang Cheng pushed open the door of the research room, then turned around and added a few words: "Even my mother only makes steamed buns and eggs." Give me, who will help my roommate make bacon quiches and iced milk tea for takeaway! Does his family open a breakfast shop?"

"You actually watch idol dramas..."

"My roommate Ariel Lin played it. I can't help it. If I can't take it anymore, I will watch it."

Su Chengye thought: I also hope that Chen Jinghuan does this because he likes me, but I'm afraid that Chen Jinghuan is just passing by, what if Chen Jinghuan doesn't mean that at all?

Su Chengye stared at the report and sighed.

At the same time, Chen Jinghuan, who was supposed to be asleep, also sighed.

He nestled in the quilt, desperately listening to his boss and senior crying to him on the phone.

"He's obviously a newcomer, with a super arrogant attitude. That's right, Xiao Yunwei's hand-painting is more than a hundred times better than mine, but his attitude is really bad..." Zuo Xuanyi lowered his voice and said, "I'll take him to the scene to see, The client thought he was the designer and I was the foreman, do you think it makes sense?"

Chen Jinghuan glanced at the alarm clock next to the bed, the screen showed 11:30, and he had only slept for less than three hours. "Um……"

"Chen Jinghuan, you are also my junior! You should say something for the senior!"

Chen Jinghuan lifted the quilt and climbed out of bed, "Don't wear sweaters to the construction site next time, how about wearing a suit?"

"Then because it was dirty that day, did you take it for laundry? Do you think I have too much money?" Knowing that I am your senior, you still make tea for me."

Chen Jinghuan stopped in his tracks, thinking whether he should ask his senior, Su Chengye, who doesn't know how to make tea at all, where did the tea come from?

After thinking about it for a while, he decided not to ask, and Zuo Xuanyi started to complain about the newcomer again.Chen Jinghuan knew that his occasional reply was too perfunctory, but he was so sleepy that he could only lie on the sofa and barely bear the endless yawns.

"There is one more thing I have to tell you," Zuo Xuanyi coughed dryly, "Do you still remember the case you took on the nineteen-ping outdoor courtyard last time?"

"Remember," Chen Jinghuan stared at the bag of perilla plums that Su Chengye brought back on the table a few days ago, thinking that there are still two chicken legs in the refrigerator that can be used to make chicken rolls with plum hearts. "Does Mr. Wang have other ideas?"

"It's not that Mr. Wang has an idea, but Mr. Wang's, hey, good friend." Zuo Xuanyi coughed twice again, and the hint was so clear that Chen Jinghuan wanted to hang up the phone very much.

Every time he talked about that person, Zuo Xuanyi would keep coughing dryly. I don't know if Zuo Xuanyi has noticed this habit.

Chen Jinghuan closed his eyes, let himself lean on Su Chengye's favorite pillow, and directly cut to the point that the senior didn't want to face. "Yang Ruihua found out that I'm a designer?"

"I don't know how he found out, I was the one who went to the scene when the manuscript was named in my name," Zuo Xuanyi sounded a little guilty, not sure if it was because the design changed hands or because he couldn't keep the secret. "He's been calling you lately..."

"Just tell him that this person is dead, and you need to burn paper." Chen Jinghuan turned over to find the most comfortable position, planning to continue sleeping in the living room.

"I told you, he asked me where the tower is."

"On the top of Hehuan Mountain, no delivery."

"I know you don't want to see him, but he won't let you go, you..."

"Hello? Hello? I can't hear clearly. The reception is poor. I have to hang up and go to sleep. You can call later." Chen Jinghuan ended the call regardless of the senior still screaming in his ear.

He didn't move, lying on the place where he watched the album with Su Chengye last night.Only to find tragically a few minutes later that the point is not the place, but the people.Even if he lay here for half an hour, it wouldn't make him feel any better.

Chen Jinghuan dragged his body that wanted to rest so much that he got up from the sofa, opened the refrigerator door and took out the bone-in chicken legs, and took a shower while waiting for the chicken legs to defrost.

When hot water was splashed on his face, Chen Jinghuan almost instantly remembered the time when Yang Ruihua's fiancée splashed hot black tea all over his head and face in the company.

A bath should be very relaxing, especially the soap provided by Su Chengye, but after the bath, Chen Jinghuan only felt more tired.

He sighed, opened the perilla plums, soaked them in water, and deboned the chicken legs.Then spread the chicken thighs on the tinfoil, add the chopped perilla plum, roll up and fix with cotton thread, then steam in the rice cooker.

While waiting for the chicken to be steamed, Chen Jinghuan blanched the chicken bones to remove blood and impurities, and boiled chicken soup cubes for two to cool down.

In the afternoon, he should have fallen asleep, but the bad news disrupted his biological clock.

Although making some cooking can calm him down, it is far from enough to make him go back to sleep.Chen Jinghuan glanced at the clock on the wall, and found that it was still early, and Su Chengye would not be back until about six hours later.

He managed to pull himself together and put the chicken roll into ice water, boiled a pot of hot water with monosodium glutamate and salt for seasoning, the steps were not difficult, but he often lost his mind.

After receiving this annoying news, Chen Jinghuan found that he wanted to see Su Chengye's pure and happy smile more than usual.

He stuffed the pot soaked in chicken rolls into the refrigerator, dried his hands, and sent a text message to Su Chengye.

Chen Jinghuan waited quietly, holding the mobile phone in his hand, sitting on the sofa watching TV while waiting.

Chen Jinghuan didn't realize that he had fallen asleep until the phone beeped.

Su Chengye said sorry that he was in class just now, did his headache feel better?I will buy painkillers back home, and I will buy them for dinner together. Is corn and egg porridge okay?

Chen Jinghuan replied that he was much better and that he would trouble you to buy dinner and medicine. By the way, he asked Su Chengye what he made for Zuo Xuanyi.

Not long after, the ringtone belonging to Su Chengye came out from the phone, and Chen Jinghuan picked it up, and the next moment he heard a voice that made him feel better for a while.

"Black tea, I made black tea for him." Su Chengye said seriously, "There are tea leaves in the kitchen, and I have a beaker and alcohol lamp in my room. I know he is an important guest, so I made a cup for him. What's wrong?" ? Did he complain to you?"

"It's not a complaint. He praised you for being good at making black tea. So how much tea and water did you put in, and how long did you cook for?"

"About half a beaker of tea leaves, 15% full of water, and boiled for [-] minutes. I turned off the heat when the color was almost the same as you usually cook. After thinking about it, I should google first, but your senior looks quite satisfied, so I will Didn't check..."

Chen Jinghuan really didn't know whether to feel sorry for the expensive tea or laugh first, but in the end he couldn't hold back, covered his face, and laughed softly.

The senior must hate that newcomer to death, even comparing this kind of tea.

Su Chengye on the other end of the phone continued: "I used a filter to filter the tea leaves before I served them to him. The tea leaves are very small. He probably didn't drink the tea leaves, right?"

"No, oh my god, luckily not." Chen Jinghuan laughed so hard he couldn't breathe, "You can just give him the honey water from the refrigerator next time, don't make tea anymore."

"Is there honey water in the fridge?"

"Of course not. I will prepare a pot for the refrigerator from tomorrow. Although customers rarely come to the door, I can't let them drink such a stimulating drink." It is English breakfast tea, refreshing.I don’t know if the senior went home that day and felt particularly refreshed and couldn’t sleep.

"Oh my god, that's great, then can I bring a pot to school too?" Su Chengye heard the sound of a locomotive engine starting, Chen Jinghuan thought, it was probably in the parking lot.

"It's too much to go, buy painkillers and dinner first."

"No problem, I will accomplish my mission!"

After Su Chengye hung up the phone, Chen Jinghuan put the phone back on the table and decided to take the opportunity to sleep again.

As for Yang Ruihua's matter, leave it to Zuo Xuanyi to worry about it.