undernourished

Rong Mian thought that Zhong Yi's house would have ready-made, steaming meals.

However, the moment he opened the door, Rong Mian sniffed, feeling disappointed again: he didn't smell meat, not even food, only a very faint, herbaceous aroma that belonged to plants, which should be It comes from the pot of green radishes growing well in the corner of the living room.

Very spacious house, the tile floor is very clean, and as soon as you walk into the living room, you can see a large open kitchen.

The living room here is almost half the size of a cat cafe. Rong Mian feels that Zhong Yi must be very rich, because what he owns seems to be big and good things.

But what Rong Mian didn't know was that Zhong Yi didn't often live in City C, and this apartment was just bought a few years ago for the convenience of filming, so it could only be regarded as a more comfortable resting place.

Zhong Yi casually hung up his clothes, and Rong Mian followed behind him, reminding him softly again: "You didn't keep your promise."

Zhong Yi ignored him and just said, "Change your shoes."

Zhong Yi turned on the light in the living room, put the keys away, and watered the flowers and plants at home.

Looking back, he saw Rong Mian sitting on the sofa, slowly stuffing his feet into the slippers.

Inexplicably, Zhong Yi had a very weird feeling, like a little lover brought home.

Zhong Yi really has a big head.

——He has been working hard to keep a safe distance from this child all day, but in the end, when something goes wrong, he brought him home by accident.

Because Zhong Yi completely forgot what he said before that he had to pay meals every day.

Zhong Yi thought that the key point of their agreement was to tell the play, but he didn't expect that the kid seemed to only remember the food.

Zhong Yi was just saying it casually at the time, but Rong Mian didn't expect Rong Mian to remember it word for word. He looked at him so directly in the car, as if I was in a hurry with you if you didn't give me food. .

Zhong Yi: "...you don't have to go back with your assistant?"

Rong Mian: "I have already agreed with Sandou that I will go back after having dinner with you."

Zhong Yi: "..."

Rong Mian looked at him disappointedly: "You promised me."

"You were filming at noon today, so I didn't bother you. I waited until now."

He lowered his eyes and said softly, "And I kept our promise, I didn't look for Liu Yuanfeng for a day."

His words of our promise sounded a bit heart-wrenching, and Zhong Yi knew that this person should have come prepared.

Zhong Yi is not a person who doesn't keep his promises, but he can't conjure rice with his bare hands. In order to fulfill his promise, he finally had to take him home directly.

Like the habits of all cats, Rongmian will observe carefully for a while every time he comes to a new environment.

He stood in the entrance and looked around vigilantly, and finally relaxed slowly, and locked his eyes on a rhombus pillow on the sofa in the living room.

The material of the pillow looked very soft, and there was a decorative tassel hanging on the corner, Rong Mian's eyes lit up.

Just as he was trying to get close to the pillow, there was another commotion from the kitchen. When Rong Mian raised his head, he saw Zhong Yi with his back turned to him, and opened the door of the refrigerator.

Rong Mian realized something.

After thinking for a while, he seriously told Zhong Yi, "I like meat, not vegetables and oranges."

Zhong Yi thought about this man, but he really didn't see the outside world.

He didn't talk, but frowned, and seemed to think of something, and asked suddenly: "Then why did you eat canned cat food before...?"

Rong Mian was a little confused, as if she didn't understand why he would ask this question.

"I actually don't eat canned food very often."

Rong Mian said, "It's only when I'm in a bad mood that I occasionally give it to myself as a reward."

Zhong Yi understood completely this time.

Eating canned food should still belong to the category of mental illness. When the pressure is high, I may not be able to control it. Most of the time, I still need some psychological counseling in the future.

But as for other things that don't eat well, it should be the category of ordinary picky eaters.

Zhong Yi thought about the ingredients in the refrigerator for a while, and then he had an idea.

He looked back again, and found that Rong Mian was already sitting upright on the sofa, he was reaching out his hand, and touched the hanging tassel on the pillow curiously.

So Zhong Yi said, "Come here, do something."

Rong Mian withdrew her hand with some reluctance.

He came to the kitchen and observed the ingredients that Zhong Yi took out, vegetables and meat, flour and pot, and a few small round mushrooms soaked in clear water.

Rong Mian couldn't figure out what Zhong Yi was going to do for herself.

It wasn't until Zhong Yi put the peeler and carrot in front of him that Rong Mian raised his eyes and said to him, "I don't like carrots."

"The combination of meat and vegetables will not cause malnutrition. Wait until you have real skills, and then ask others."

Zhong Yi replied flatly: "If you don't pay, you can't get something in return. It's not sure that everything will always go according to your wishes, and it's impossible to always have a shortcut for you."

This is actually a meaningful insinuation, and Zhong Yi felt that he handled it very well.

——But in fact, Rong Mian couldn't understand this level at all. After all, he half-understood everything that Zhong Yi said before, so he had already learned to automatically filter out these incomprehensible words.

Rong Mian just feels very hungry now.

He thought about it for a while, and thought that he could pick out the carrots anyway, so he let out a sigh, picked up the peeler meekly, held the carrots and looked at them for a while, and tentatively peeled them.

Zhong Yi always felt like he had punched cotton.

Rong Mian is not very good at using things like peelers, his movements are a bit clumsy, and he scrapes the carrots little by little, but he peels them very carefully.

Zhong Yi's brows were furrowed when he saw it, and he simply couldn't see it, turned his back, and cut the mushrooms beside him.

After a long while, Rong Mian walked over with the carrot in her hands, and said to him, "I've finished peeling it."

Zhong Yi glanced at him and saw that he was shaved fairly clean, took it with a hum, and said, "Not bad."

Rong Mian blinked, then looked down at her palm, thoughtfully.

On Zhong Yi's side, he first neatly chopped the carrots into pieces, and put them together with shredded shiitake mushrooms. He didn't notice the movement beside him for a while.

Just as he washed his hands and was about to start kneading the dough, he heard the person next to him suddenly say: "I'm done."

Zhong Yi raised his head in a daze, and saw Rong Mian holding a mountain of peeled vegetables in his arms, standing beside him, waiting patiently for his response.

According to Zhong Yi's rough visual inspection, there are a total of five peeled potatoes, four bare carrots, and one shattered eggplant in Rong Mian's arms, which is about the amount of food for a normal person for a week.

He should have peeled all the peelable vegetables currently in the fridge.

Rong Mian looked at the silent Zhong Yi, tilted her head, and repeated: "I'm done."

Just as Rong Mian was excitedly waiting for the second compliment, he saw that the man standing opposite him seemed to be taking a deep breath in pain, and said, "Get out and stay here."

Rong Mian did not expect that Zhong Yi made wontons.

Except for the special point of eating canned food, ordinary picky eaters are still very curable. Zhong Yi's combat strategy is to mix vegetables and meat together. You can either eat them together or you will be hungry.

Chicken soup was used as the base, garnished with coriander, Rong Mian lowered his head, and carefully pierced the wontons with chopsticks, and saw carrots, shiitake mushrooms and minced meat were firmly mixed together, unable to be peeled off.

Rong Mian was heartbroken.

He raised his head and said to Zhong Yi, "Liar."

Zhong Yi remained indifferent, raised his chin and said, "Try it first."

Rong Mian looked warily at the carrot mixed in the minced meat for a while, then whispered, "No."

Rong Mian heard Zhong Yi click his tongue.

When Rong Mian was staring at the bowl of wontons unhappily, he felt the light above his head disappear suddenly, raised his eyes blankly, and saw Zhong Yi standing up and leaning over, staring at him condescendingly.

Zhong Yi held a spoon in his hand, and there was a wonton in the spoon.

The heat was steaming in the air, the spoon approached slowly, and the edge touched Rong Mian's lips - he couldn't dodge, Zhong Yi just force-fed the wonton into his mouth.

Rong Mian's cheeks bulged slightly, he was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, and then chewed slowly and hesitantly.

Zhong Yi asked him, "Is it delicious?"

Rong Mian didn't speak.

Zhong Yi couldn't be bothered to get used to him anymore, so he sat back in his seat, took a few sips of soup on his own, and when he raised his head again, he saw Rong Mian's serious face, staring at the wonton in the bowl again in a daze.

After 1 minute, he picked up the spoon again without saying a word, and began to eat slowly.

Zhong Yi suddenly wanted to laugh.

The author says:

Rong Mian (seriously): Thank you for the starfish fish food and canned cat food you gave me. They are both delicious, and I am very full.