That guy teases me every day without knowing it

I came out early in the morning and haven’t had breakfast yet. It happens that there are many small restaurants at the foot of Zhilang Mountain. Qi Yan plans to eat outside before going back to the dormitory. Most of the boarding holidays go home, and the school cafeteria will not be for a few people. meal.

Looking all the way there, he immediately fell in love with a "Shi Quan Shi Mei" restaurant, the front and back were very clean, Qi Yan walked over with the drawing board on his back.

As soon as he entered the door, his footsteps stopped.

A yellow hair on the left is very conspicuous.

"Hey! Isn't this the new guy?" Huang Mao also saw Qi Yan, and as soon as he opened his mouth, everyone sitting at the table with him turned to look at Qi Yan, and Qi Yan saw a few familiar faces among them , are from their class.

"Hai Chi, is this your classmate?" A middle-aged woman came over with a menu, and asked after hearing Huang Mao's words.

"That's right, Aunt Zhang, this is the lamb at the same table!" Huang Mao replied.

lamb?Yang... As soon as Qi Yan muttered in his heart, he saw a person coming in from behind.

Cheng Yang was still dressed in black as he was on the mountain, but with a striped apron around the front, and came in with a big bowl of soup.

"Didn't you say you want to go around more? Come down so soon?" Cheng Yang also saw Qi Yan who was standing at the door, put the soup behind Huang Mao's table, and asked.

"Ah..." Qi Yan was a little dazed, and didn't know what to say, but fortunately, the aunt next to him said, "Yangzi, treat your classmate well."

"Okay, Mom, you are busy with your work, don't worry about us." Cheng Yang said, then looked at Qi Yan, pointed at Huang Mao's table, "Sit down."

Qi Yan was stunned and did not move, Huang Mao pulled out a chair, and pulled him to sit down: "Today is really the time for you to come, it is rare for the lamb to cook next time, if you miss this time, wait for the next time." Difficult."

Qi Yan took advantage of the situation and sat down, looking at Cheng Yang.

Cheng Yang didn't go to work, he took off the apron, threw it on the chair beside him, and sat down next to Qi Yan.

Qi Yan kept staring at him, Cheng Yang glanced at him: "You know I'm handsome, so you don't have to keep staring, those who don't know think you've taken a fancy to me."

The people next to him burst out laughing, and Huang Mao kicked the chair beside him: "Yangzi, you are so cheeky!"

"Ahem..." Qi Yan choked on his saliva, his face turned red.

Cheng Yang smiled and picked up the chopsticks: "Eat quickly, it's just a bowl of soup, it will be gone after eating."

The yellow-haired couple stopped making noise as soon as they heard it, and started eating in a hurry, afraid that someone would snatch it from them. Qi Yan picked up the chopsticks and hung them in the air, but he was a little afraid to do it, for fear that they would feel that he was snatching food from them .

"Eat." Cheng Yang picked up a chopstick and put it into his bowl.

"Oh." Qi Yan lowered his head, took a bite, then suddenly paused, looking at Cheng Yang.

Sensing Qi Yan's gaze, Cheng Yang smiled triumphantly: "How about it, is it delicious?"

Qi Yan turned his head: "It's okay, I can eat it."

Cheng Yang laughed: "I think it's okay too, that's all."

Qi Yan paused, glanced at Cheng Yang, stuffed another chopstick into his mouth, and said vaguely: "It's delicious, it doesn't seem like you can make it."

"Then tell me, what kind of thing can I make?"

"Pour all kinds of ingredients into the pot, add oil and salt, pour water, stew in one pot, and you can eat it when it is cooked."

After hearing this, Cheng Yang burst into a smile: "Why do I feel that this is more like what you can do."

Qi Yan rolled his eyes at him.

In the few days since he came here, Qi Yan hadn't had a good meal. He ate three bowls of rice at Cheng Yang's house, and he felt a little full when he put down his chopsticks.

After a meal, Qi Yan and Huang Mao got to know each other a little better.Huang Mao's name is Lin Haichi, and it is said that he was given this name because of the lack of water in his life, Cheng Yang directly called him Shuitan; it seems that there are many people with the surname Lin here, and several of them at this table are surnamed Lin.

Huang Mao and the others should be used to eating and drinking at Cheng Yang's house. After eating, they consciously wash the dishes, sweep the floor, and wipe the table. They work in an orderly manner.

Qi Yan was a little embarrassed watching them busy, and asked Cheng Yang softly: "What can I do?"

Cheng Yang curled his lips into a smile: "Follow me." After speaking, he walked directly inside, and Qi Yan followed suspiciously.

Following Cheng Yang up to the second floor, and into a room, there are two large bookshelves filled with books.Qi Yan walked to the bookshelf, took out a book casually, and looked at the title - "The Shawshank Redemption". The cover was a bit old, but there was no damage at all. It could be seen that the owner loved them very much.

"This is all yours?" Qi Yan asked.

Cheng Yang also came over, took out a copy, and touched the cover carefully: "It's not mine, the old man's."

"Old man?" Qi Yan looked at Cheng Yang suspiciously.

"Ah, my grandpa." Cheng Yang lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand. The curtains in the room were drawn and the light was a bit dim. When Cheng Yang lowered his head, Qi Yan could only see the shadow cast by his eyelashes. I didn't know his expression, but I heard Cheng Yang's muffled voice, "The old man used to like to read, but later his eyesight got bad, so he moved all the books into my room."

Bad eyes?Qi Yan had an intuition that this was not a good topic, so he put the book on the shelf and asked, "Why did you ask me to come up?"

Cheng Yang put down the book, opened the curtains, and the room was instantly brightened.Qi Yan looked around, and found that Cheng Yang's room was very simple, except for the two big bookshelves, there was only a wardrobe, a bed, and the quilts on the bed were neatly folded.

Cheng Yang walked over, spread out the quilt, unzipped it, took off the quilt cover, and threw it into Qi Yan's arms: "Go on."

Qi Yan hugged him, and saw Cheng Yang take off the bed sheet and pillowcase. Seeing Cheng Yang's actions, he had a guess in his heart: "You don't want me to wash it for you, do you?"

"No, I don't dare." Cheng Yang put the sheets and pillowcases in his hands on a chair beside him, "For such a difficult matter, I prefer to trust my washing machine."

There is a chair next to me and I want to hug it.Qi Yan silently slandered, and put the quilt on the chair: "I can wash things, don't make it sound like I'm a kid who can't do anything."

"Then you wash it?" Cheng Yang looked at Qi Yan, and Qi Yan rolled his eyes at him: "No, I'd better leave this kind of imbecile thing to your washing machine."

Cheng Yang laughed, turned around and took out the three-piece suit from the closet, took out the quilt cover, and greeted Qi Yan: "Come, give me a hand."

Qi Yan walked over, Cheng Yang folded the quilt slightly, and stuffed it into the quilt cover, Qi Yan followed Cheng Yang's instructions, and pulled the four corners for him, and the two of them took a lot of effort to cover the quilt.

Cheng Yang folded the quilt and stuffed it into Qi Yan's arms. Qi Yan saw that there was no chair beside him to put things on, so he could only hug him.

Then Cheng Yang started laying the sheets.He shook out the sheets first, spread them flat on the bed, and then began to smooth the sheets with his hands.

Qi Yan watched Cheng Yang tirelessly smoothing the sheets over and over again, feeling a little toothache, couldn't help but said: "Is it alright?"

Cheng Yang waved his hands, and continued to concentrate on his business of making bed sheets.

"Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" After a full 10 minutes, Cheng Yang stood up in satisfaction, and Qi Yan couldn't help complaining.

"What do you know, it's meticulous."

Qi Yan made a "cut".

After Cheng Yang put all the changed sheets and quilts into the washing machine, he started cleaning again, mopping the floor and wiping the glass.Qi Yan was busy all morning.It didn't take long to clean just one room, not to mention that Cheng Yang's room was already very clean, but they were busy all morning.

Qi Yan finally understood that Cheng Yang was a force to be reckoned with.Before mopping the floor, use a broom to sweep away the invisible dust, and then mop it again with a mop with water. After mopping, dry the water stains with a dry rag, and repeat the last two steps twice. Can't use the same one yet.

After such tossing, Qi Yan felt that the floor was cleaner than him.After finishing the work, Qi Yan stood at the door and asked, "Won't you feel guilty when you step on it?"

"Anyway, it will have to be delayed in a few days." Cheng Yang said it doesn't matter.

"Still procrastinating? Are you not tired?" Qi Yan's face was full of black lines.

"It's not so troublesome every time. Usually, once is enough, not three times. Like today, it's usually once every three weeks."

One time is enough.Qi Yan complained: "You don't have a cleanliness, do you?"

Cheng Yang looked at Qi Yan: "This is called paying attention to personal hygiene."

Qi Yan pouted.

When the two went downstairs, Cheng Yang's mother had already put the food on the table.Qi Yan looked at his watch, it was almost twelve o'clock, he hurried to get his drawing board, Cheng Yang's mother looked at it, and hurriedly greeted: "Let's go after eating, I have been busy all morning."

Qi Yan was a little embarrassed: "No, Auntie, I have troubled you enough this morning."

Cheng Yang's mother smiled: "If there is any trouble, don't bother, Haichi and the others always come here, so you don't have to be so polite between classmates, come, come, sit down."

Qi Yan was a little at a loss, Cheng Yang walked over, put his arm on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "You don't really think that they came here to work today because of the meal this morning?"

Qi Yan looked at Cheng Yang puzzledly, and Cheng Yang laughed: "That's the punishment for losing a bet with me yesterday. Usually, it's common for these guys to come to eat and drink. My mother is used to my classmates coming and going Don't be embarrassed if you cook more food."

After speaking, Cheng Yang pulled Qi Yan to sit down, and Cheng Yang's mother smiled when she saw it: "That's right, come and taste Auntie's craftsmanship."

Qi Yan smiled: "Thank you, Auntie."

Cheng Yang asked while eating, "The old man hasn't come back yet?"

Cheng Yang's mother replied: "I'm having dinner at Mr. Liu's house, I guess I won't be back until evening."

Cheng Yang nodded and didn't ask any more.

Qi Yan noticed that he hadn't seen Cheng Yang's father since he came here, and Cheng Yang didn't mention it, so he didn't know what was going on, but it wasn't his business, so he didn't take it to heart.

After eating, Qi Yan suddenly came back to the memory. Since Huang Mao and the others worked because they lost a bet, not because of the meal this morning, then he was stupidly cooking for Cheng Yang today. A morning of free labor?

Depend on!No wonder Cheng Yang had a treacherous smile on his face.