Mr. He, please respect yourself

"I'm not hungry."

He Chumo put the shrimp in front of Song Zicheng, "I'm afraid you don't have enough, eat it."

"This shrimp..."

Song Zicheng looked at Xia Zi in front of him, a little bit want to laugh, but also a little bit want to cry.

This was the first time that He Chumo cared about him so much. He wished he could swallow all the shrimps, but did He Chumo forget? He had clearly told him many times before.

Song Zicheng: "I can't eat...I'm allergic to shrimp."

He Chumo: "..."

The atmosphere was a little awkward, Song Zicheng twisted his fingers, and continued to eat porridge with his head down.

It seems that I really forgot, or in other words, I didn't listen to it at all.

Forget it, just forget it.

"You can't smell fish, you can't eat shrimp, what else do you want to avoid?" He Chumo put away the plate of shrimp and asked seriously.

"Only seafood can't be eaten, everything else is fine." Song Zicheng said nastily.

He Chumo nodded, "Why didn't you tell Aunt Li?"

"Don't you like fish?" Song Zicheng took a sip of porridge, "Although I can't eat it, you like it, so I didn't say anything."

He Chumo was helpless, "I seldom eat at home, you don't have to accommodate me, and you are a guest, you should tell Aunt Li first if you have taboos, she is now mainly responsible for taking care of your three meals a day."

Song Zicheng swallowed a mouthful of hot porridge slowly, swallowed the phrase 'you are a guest', and let out a muffled "oh".

After eating the porridge and tidying up, Song Zicheng lay down on the bed after washing up. After tossing around for most of the night, he was not tired or sleepy at all, his mind was in a mess.

At first, he thought that He Chumo would remember that he couldn't eat seafood, and would explain it to Aunt Li in advance, so every time Aunt Li made seafood dishes, he would complain a little, complaining that Aunt Li only remembered He Chumo's preferences , and the one who forgot him, as everyone knows, He Chumo didn't even know about it.

He has said it many times before.

Turning over, Song Zicheng buried his head in the bed.

guest……

It's ridiculous.

The next day, Song Zicheng slept until noon. When he woke up, it was almost two o'clock. He rumpled his messy hair and sat on the bed in a daze.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

It's a voice call invitation.

Song Zicheng saw that it was Li Yaoxu, so he answered, "Speak."

"You boy, I haven't found you for a long time, and I started talking to your grandpa Yao just like that." Li Yaoxu's voice came from the receiver, "I got the book, are you going out to read tonight?"

"No." Song Zicheng got up and took a shower, chatting while brushing his teeth, "I had a stomach problem yesterday, and I went to the hospital in the middle of the night to hang water. "

"Can you stop being so squeamish." Li Yaoxu said, "I was thinking of getting rich together with you, that's all, poor Cheng Zi, you are destined to miss the highlight moment of your life."

"Didn't wake up? What nonsense?"

"Why are you talking stupidly, your grandfather and I are serious."

Li Yaoxu said proudly, "I signed up for an online competition to create a simulated real-life game, and I need your help."

"Game? Tell me about it."

Song Zicheng put his phone next to the sink, turned on the hands-free, while lowering his head to wash his face, he listened to Li Yaoxu talking about his bright plans.

Li Yaoxu talked about a lot of technical terms, such as celebrity competitions and games, which Song Zicheng didn't understand, but he understood that this competition requires him to participate together and help draw the scenes and characters in the game.

Obviously it is a simple matter, this grandson will pretend to be high-end.

"The characters in the game don't need to be constructed by themselves, just follow the star's real-life form, and then draw a cartoon version. Isn't it very simple, you Yao Grandpa treats you well."

Song Zicheng listened and felt that something was wrong, "If you draw it according to the appearance of a celebrity, then the customer base of this game should not be mainly girls."

"That's right." Li Yaoxu's tone became more melancholy, "Big competitions require a more professional team. You know that Grandpa Yao's team is a house of terror. Isn't this just the beginning? "Test the waters" in a small competition, accumulate some experience, and sign up for a big event in the future."

Song Zicheng didn't refute, Li Yaoxu is indeed a social fear house, the ostrich retreats first when things happen, he doesn't care about anything except games, communication is such a difficult and high-level human behavior, it has nothing to do with Li Yaoxu.

But Song Zicheng wasn't much better, if it wasn't for Li Zhihui and Ji Changqing, he probably wouldn't have made a single friend in this academy.

After changing his clothes, Song Zicheng went to the kitchen to find something to eat. Li Yaoxu was chatting excitedly, and he was not allowed to hang up the line. In desperation, he had no choice but to put his phone by the stove. Aunt Li made a pot of porridge, then turned on the fire to heat up the porridge. While stirring the porridge, she said to Li Yaoxu on the other end of the phone:

"Okay, you can send me the competition information, and we'll discuss it in detail when we go back to school tomorrow. I have to understand the rules and requirements of this competition first. If it's too difficult, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it alone."

"It's easy to do, the little prince of art in our department, it's not good to be too modest." When Li Yaoxu heard Song Zicheng's agreement, he smiled happily, and bragged about Song Zicheng for a long time, and finally patted, yes He gave Song Zicheng a loud and crisp kiss through the receiver, and then hung up the phone.

Song Zicheng was upset, the porridge was just hot, so he took out the oven gloves and put them on, picked up the whole casserole and served it to the dining table.

"Mom! I'm scared to death!"

As soon as he got out of the kitchen, he suddenly saw He Chumo standing against the kitchen door like a stone statue. Song Zicheng was so frightened that his hands trembled and he almost dropped the casserole. Some porridge spilled on his gloves.

Even heat-insulating gloves couldn't stop the temperature of the hot porridge. Song Zicheng endured the pain and hurriedly put the casserole on the table. Then he took off his gloves and threw it on the table. He turned around and yelled at He Chumo: "Why are you standing there and not talking, I almost overturned the porridge."

"Who were you talking to on the phone just now?"

He Chumo seemed to have never heard Song Zicheng's noise, and just stood expressionlessly, staring at Song Zicheng's face, as if he was about to stare at a hole.

Song Zicheng was a little afraid of He Chumo's appearance, pretended not to care, turned around and walked into the kitchen, and said casually as he walked, "I don't have anyone to chat with, just my classmates."

The atmosphere suddenly froze, Song Zicheng hurried into the kitchen, took out the bowl and spoon, picked up his mobile phone and put it back in his trouser pocket.

As long as he thought of He Chumo's face that looked like he had eaten shit, he would feel a little nervous, and he didn't dare to go out, so he kept pretending to be busy in the kitchen, wiping here and there, and making some food from time to time. Noisy, thumping cooker.

In the past on weekdays, He Chumo would not come back until evening, what happened today.