My readers can't all be basic

Jin Xiaonan has never cooked, not even been to a vegetable market.

After get off work, he followed Mo Bei to the vegetable market step by step. He was so curious along the way that he felt novelty in everything he saw.

Mo Bei walked in front, holding the bought vegetables in his hand, and went to the next house to ask how much the tomatoes were.

As soon as the vegetable farmer reported a number, Jin Xiaonan's voice rang out: "It's cheaper, the one over there only costs two yuan a catty."

The vegetable farmer was very talkative, pulled a plastic bag and handed it to Jin Xiaonan: "Okay, okay, seeing how handsome you are, two yuan is two yuan."

Jin Xiaonan opened the plastic bag to help Mo Bei open it. Mo Bei picked the tomatoes and put them inside one by one.

"How about it, let me learn quickly." Jin Xiaonan held his little head up, looking like a primary school student begging for praise, "Hey, that's good, that's good." He hooked the plastic bag with his index finger, and pointed at a plastic bag with his little finger. Juicy tomatoes.

Mo Bei silently put the tomato he was pointing at into the bag.

When the two of them came out of the vegetable market, Mo Bei's hands were full of bags and small bags, while Jin Xiaonan put his hands in his pockets and walked side by side with him leisurely, smiling and never stopping.

There is a long-historic community in the lower part of Mo Bei's house. The old houses there are rare multi-storey small buildings, unlike the high-rise buildings with at least [-] floors everywhere now.

Mo Bei lives on the third floor. The house is not big, about [-] square meters.

After Jin Xiaonan entered, Mo Bei put the key in the box on the shoe cabinet, and found a pair of slippers for Jin Xiaonan from the shoe cabinet.

Jin Xiaonan changed his slippers, and looked around the rooms familiarly. The furniture looked old. Although they were not valuable, they were very practical and looked warm. Every corner of the house was covered. Mo Bei's house was organized in an orderly manner.

As soon as he walked to the door of the kitchen, Jin Xiaonan was amused by the scene in front of him.

A tall and thick man, with an apron around his waist, stood in front of the stove, chopping vegetables.

The cutting board was cut by Mo Bei, and Jin Xiaonan leaned against the door frame. The more he looked at him, the more he found it funny, and finally he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Mo Bei stopped chopping vegetables and looked back at him wonderingly.

Jin Xiaonan stood up straight, walked over, twisted up a potato shred and waved it in front of his eyes: "You cut it very finely."

"Ah."

"You live by yourself?"

"Ah."

"Where's the family?"

"died."

Hearing the answer, Jin Xiaonan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the dead mute was actually a lonely person.He knew that he had asked about other people's sad things, so he couldn't continue to ask, touched his nose, changed the subject and said, "You are quite close to the bookstore."

"Yeah." Mo Bei continued his reticent speaking style.

When we first met, Jin Xiaonan always thought that Mo Bei was just trying to put himself off, but later he realized that this guy was someone who couldn't even beat a fart with a stick, so he got used to it.

Jin Xiaonan didn't speak, Mo Bei wouldn't take the initiative to open his mouth if he was killed. After cutting the potatoes, he began to cut other vegetables.

"How long will it take to finish?"

"It's still a while." Mo Bei cut two tomatoes into slices, put them on a plate, sprinkled them with sugar, and asked Jin Xiaonan, "Are you hungry?"

Jin Xiaonan rubbed his belly: "A little bit."

Mo Bei took out the tomato that Jin Xiaonan had chosen from the plastic bag, put it under the tap, rinsed it, then rolled it on the apron, wiped off the water and handed it to him: "You picked it."

Jin Xiaonan's eyes widened in disbelief: "You recognize it?" In his eyes, the tomatoes in the bag all looked alike.

Mo Bei said "hmm".

"Amazing!"

It was nothing surprising, but it made Jin Xiaonan sigh for a long time.

Mo Bei's opinion of Jin Xiaonan was similar to Xu Feng's. He thought he was just a mischievous talker, but he didn't expect that he was already a graduate student, and unexpectedly retained a naivety, which is really rare.

It's just that he has too many ghost ideas, which is a headache.

Jin Xiaonan rubbed the tomato in his hand, took a bite, and idly fumbled here and there in the kitchen, curious everywhere.

His eyes scanned the cramped kitchen, and finally fell on Mo Bei.

He secretly looked at Mo Bei who was busy in front of the stove, and thought: This dead dumb, although he usually doesn't say a word, he is quite a nice person.I teased him so much, I didn't expect him to forgive me so easily, and even cook for me.

Another bite of tomato, so sweet.

After eating the tomatoes, Jin Xiaonan was still hungry, so Mo Bei handed the remaining half of cucumber to Jin Xiaonan.

Jin Xiaonan gnawed excitedly, and when he finished gnawing, the dishes were ready.

Stir-fried sliced ​​pork with tomatoes, egg and cucumber, roasted pork with Chinese cabbage, and a pot of seaweed soup.On a square wooden table, Jin Xiaonan and Mo Bei sat facing each other.

Jin Xiaonan took a bite of the food and asked, "Hey? Is there nothing to drink at your house?"

Mo Bei poured a cold glass for him, and Jin Xiaonan shook his head: "It's not good, I want something with flavor."

Mo Bei put down his chopsticks and went downstairs to buy something. After a while, he came back with two bottles of liquor in his hand.

Jin Xiaonan said to the wine on the table: "Wine, I want to drink Coke."

Mo Bei pretended to go downstairs to buy again, but Jin Xiaonan grabbed him and said, "Don't go, I'm hungry, and wine is fine."

Jin Xiaonan had never drank wine before, and today was the first time. When Mo Bei opened the wine, a sweet smell wafted out.Jin Xiaonan thought it was a delicious drink, similar to Coke, so he opened his mouth wide and took a sip, but choked himself.

Smelling the sweet liquid, but having a spicy taste, Jin Xiaonan's throat seemed to be on fire, and he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and kept fanning the wind with his hands.

Mo Bei gave him a piece of tomato pickled in sugar, and Jin Xiaonan opened his mouth, chewed and swallowed it twice.

Jin Xiaonan kept fanning his mouth with both hands, without food, and found that Mo Bei was a ready-made labor force, so he said, "I still want to eat."

Mo Bei glanced at the chopsticks that Jin Xiaonan had bitten, and gave him another piece. After feeding three or four pieces like this, Jin Xiaonan regained his strength.

Seeing that Mo Bei seemed to be okay, he ate vegetables and drank alcohol, added a quick amount of braised pork and threw it into his mouth, saying, "It almost killed me, why are you alright?"

"Drink slowly."

Probably had the first experience, even though it was the first time drinking, after Jin Xiaonan listened to Mo Bei's words, he took a sip and felt okay, not as scary as before.

The two of them lowered their heads to eat in silence, each eating and drinking their own.

Jin Xiaonan had never drunk alcohol, but he had seen others drink it.The last time I talked with Xu Feng about business, Xu Feng drank almost a bottle by himself before he became so drunk. I only drank a few drinks, so nothing will happen.

But drinking alone is really boring, otherwise why do everyone say that drinking is uncomfortable.

This dead dumb, why didn't he even speak at the wine table.

Since you don't talk to me, can't I talk to you?

Jin Xiaonan picked up the wine bottle, filled it up for himself and Mo Bei, then raised the glass and said, "Mo Bei, I'm toasting you. I'm sorry about what happened last time."

Mo Bei picked up the wine glass, touched the quilt with him, and drank it up, Jin Xiaonan only sipped half of the glass.

"Mo Bei, let me toast you again, your cooking is delicious."

"Thank you for taking care of me in the bookstore. I will continue to respect you with this cup."

……

Jin Xiaonan toasted non-stop, for various reasons, no matter how good Mo Bei was, he would inevitably get a little tipsy after drinking for three rounds.Jin Xiaonan, who couldn't bear the strength of alcohol, was already in a state of drunkenness, and he couldn't control his tongue when he spoke.

"D, dumb, you, why do you talk so little?" The drunk man couldn't use his brain well and couldn't control his mouth, so Jin Xiaonan started calling Mo Bei dumb again.

As usual, Mo Bei didn't quarrel with him on this matter, and replied him lightly: "I'm used to it."

"How can I still get used to this? Hiccup..."

Jin Xiaonan burped and sprayed it on Mo Bei's face.

Mo Bei was not unmoved, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's a habit developed by living alone for a long time."

"Oh, yes, I remembered. Hiccup... You said on the way here that your family members were dead... Ah, no, it seems that you said it while cooking." Jin Xiaonan scratched his head in a daze , the mute is talking too much now, "How did you die?" I don't even know a euphemistic word.

Mo Bei's voice was flat, without any emotion: "It was a car accident, it was gone, and I survived alone."

"Your life is hard enough." Jin Xiaonan held it with his chopsticks for a long time, but he couldn't pick it up. He was anxious to eat, so he simply dropped the chopsticks and grabbed it with his hands.

Mo Bei talked less, Jin Xiaonan was used to it.Just now, the two of them came and went and talked several times, and Mo Bei answered him every sentence, which really surprised Jin Xiaonan.

He had never heard the mute talk so much, was it because of the alcohol?

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. After waiting for a long time, Jin Xiaonan couldn't wait for Mo Bei's next words. He sighed and said, "You don't talk anymore, you have to learn from me. You see, I live on campus alone, and the other three in the dormitory All of them are locals and don’t live on campus, so I talk to myself in the dormitory alone.”

Mo Bei ate his own, and Jin Xiaonan didn't expect any response, so he ate and talked intermittently, and occasionally had a sip or two of wine, which was very pleasant.

"Hey, actually having a family is almost the same as having no family. Look at me, my parents are still alive, don't I still live alone?"

Jin Xiaonan didn't know why he wanted to tell Mo Bei these things. He couldn't control his mouth now, and wanted to find someone to talk to him like taking out the trash.

When he heard the mute say that he was alone, he felt so empathetic.

Jin Xiaonan thought he was pointing at Mo Bei, but in fact the direction was strange: "Mute, come here, I will tell you a secret."

Mo Bei looked at him, motionless.Jin Xiaonan was in a hurry, raised his arm, hooked Mo Bei's neck, pulled the man in front of him abruptly, eye to eye, nose to nose and said: "Actually, I am also a local. My house is big. My parents... Forget it, don't talk about them, why do you have four eyes!"

Jin Xiaonan waved his hand, closed his eyes, and opened them suddenly: "Mute, are you a monster? Now you have three mouths. Is this your original form?"

The hot air from his mouth sprayed on Mo Bei's face, and Mo Bei pushed away the hot hand around his neck uncomfortably: "You are drunk."

"It seems a little bit." Jin Xiaonan nodded his head, his body trembling along with it, "I'm dizzy. Is this the feeling of being drunk?"

"Ah."

"I'm full, I don't want to eat, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep." Jin Xiaonan stood up tremblingly holding the table, took two soft steps, and walked to Mo Bei, "I won't go back to the dormitory, tonight Can I sleep here with you?"

Mo Bei did not speak, but expressed his answer with actions.He was only slightly drunk, not as drunk as Jin Xiaonan, but his head was slightly dizzy, everything else was normal.He stood up, supported Jin Xiaonan, and led him to the bedroom.