Bai Yueguang goes back a little

Jiang Chuyue replied with "OK".

Tang Ming raised his eyebrows at the phone screen.

Judging from Jiang Chuyue's tendency to write questions whenever he had time, he thought it would be difficult to call people over.

Unexpectedly, the university bully would not hesitate at all.

Tang Ming felt that he was really worrying for nothing, so he had no choice but to swallow the reason he came up with after searching his brain.

Sugar Bowl: Will I pick you up tomorrow morning at 07:30?

Jiang Chuyue: OK.

So at seven o'clock the next day, Yu Shi, who was just about to go out for a morning run, saw his brother get up to wash up with a chicken coop on his head.

Yu Shi: "What are you doing? Have an appointment today?"

He remembered that his brother hadn't gotten up before twelve o'clock on weekends for several years, and he could only have brunch every time.

"Tsk." Tang Ming's mouth was full of bubbles, but he rushed over and rubbed Yu Shi's head fiercely, "What nonsense are you talking about! Your brother and I have changed our ways now, and we will stop fighting a long time ago."

Yu Shi couldn't dodge Kai Tangming's attack, and looked at his brother with distaste as he stood back to the sink to brush his teeth, and the electric toothbrush made a small buzzing sound.

He scratched his tousled hair, ignored Tang Ming's business, and went out for a run.

When he came back half an hour later, he saw his brother in house clothes... playing with a fancy machine.

If he read it correctly, this is the sandwich maker that my aunt often uses when making breakfast.The auntie is still a girl, she helped the family buy this sandwich maker, the powdery stuff really doesn't match the simple gray-brown style of the villa.

Now that his brother was frowning and fidgeting with the thing, it looked even more out of place.

"Fuck, how do you use this thing?" Tang Ming made breakfast a few times when he first started running the bar, and thought he could still make something delicious from memory.

did not expect……

Young Master Tangming really overestimated himself.

Yu Shi walked over, looked at the several objects in the kitchen trash can that were too black to tell what they were, and thought for a while, then shook his head indifferently, thinking that what he just bought a bun to eat on the way was really clever .

"Why bother." Yu Shi left a word, turned around to leave, then turned back as if thinking of something, and said to Tang Ming with half of his body sideways: "I'm going to make up for the competition today, and I won't be home for lunch, you...at home And instant noodles."

Tang Ming twitched the corners of his mouth, at this time this kid would really hurt people.

"Jiang Chuyue came to the house today, he won't let your brother and I be reduced to eating instant noodles." Tang Ming completely gave up on the pink sandwich machine, raised his hand to look at the watch, it was almost 07:30, thinking about it We have to pick up people first.

"When are you leaving?" Tang Ming asked.

"08:30."

"That's fine." Tang Ming tidied up casually and sent a message to Uncle Zhou.

Within a few minutes, Uncle Zhou drove Tang Ming to Wuyun Lane.

Just arrived on the street, not far from the entrance of Wuyun Market, the food stalls have been pushed over by the bosses, steaming, Tang Ming poked his head out a little.

There is a road in front of you that you can turn into, and after turning a corner, you will reach the entrance of the alley, where Jiang Chuyue has long been waiting.

Seeing the familiar license plate number, his expression softened, and he subconsciously took a few steps towards this side.

It's still early, and people passing by the alley walk briskly. Occasionally, some children get up early, chirping and running past.The leisurely morning that I haven't had for a long time breaks into Tang Ming's heart with Jiang Chuyue's smile.

Tang Ming waved to Jiang Chuyue and told him to get in the car.

Jiang Chuyue opened the door naturally and sat in the back seat. Tang Ming looked back at Jiang Chuyue from the co-pilot. Just as he was about to talk to him, he caught a glimpse of a woman passing by behind the car.

She seemed to have noticed this side and wanted to come over, but she had to give up because Uncle Zhou had already driven the car out.

The woman's face and figure gradually faded away, Tang Ming felt familiar, and thought for a while before remembering that he had seen this person before.

——Jiang Chuyue's aunt.

Tang Ming has always known that although Jiang Chuyue's aunt did not bring Jiang Chuyue any substantial harm, she definitely did not treat him well.

About Jiang Chuyue living in his aunt's house, Tang Ming told him several times in his previous life, trying to persuade him to move out if he is not happy. Finding a house is too easy for Tang Ming up.

But Jiang Chuyue, who had always been obedient in front of him, refused this matter very simply.

He knew that Jiang Chuyue's self-esteem had always been strong, and he would not let him help him no matter what.

Young people always show inexplicable self-esteem in many places. A certain action or a certain contact will make two close partners awkward.

Tang Ming knew that no matter how close the relationship was, he had to be careful, and his aunt didn't dare to touch Jiang Chuyue, too much interference would make people disgusted.

He squinted his eyes, swallowed what he was going to say, and said in a circle in his stomach, seemingly casually: "I forgot to ask you for so long, the alley is quite old, is it comfortable to live in?" Is it convenient to study normally?"

Jiang Chuyue nodded, "It's convenient."

His expression was as usual, his tone was calm, and he even seemed to have a little morning vigor, and his tone rose at the end of the sentence.

It really doesn't look like there's anything to worry about.

Not long after, the car drove into the villa area, and in the middle of a maple forest was Tang Ming's single-family villa.

As soon as they arrived at the door, Tang Ming and Jiang Chuyue got out of the car, and Yu Shi walked out with a bag on one shoulder to greet them both.

"I'll go to class first."

As he spoke, he signaled Uncle Zhou not to get out of the car, walked around Tang Ming and got into the co-pilot.

Tang Ming was in a good mood, leaned over with his hands on the roof of the car, and said through the passenger window: "Study hard, and come back with a national competition prize!"

Yu Shi gave a "hmm" and rolled up the car window, thinking that he had won several national competition awards in junior high school.

Yu Shi's face quickly disappeared from Tang Ming's sight as the vehicle drove. Tang Ming turned around and hooked Jiang Chuyue, and led people into the villa while talking to him.

"Damn, you said that this kid at the time had to rely on make-up lessons for the competition, is he not good?"

"The knowledge of the competition is not covered in the books, and the difficulty is much greater than that of the textbooks. Students who participate in the competition need to make up lessons."

"Well, how can I see that you haven't made up your lessons?"

"I'm not in a contest."

"..."

Tang Ming rubbed his nose embarrassingly. He didn't go to school in his previous life, and he really couldn't remember what competitions were or were not, but now he suddenly felt that his understanding of Jiang Chuyue was far less than he imagined.

He inexplicably felt a little guilty, and unknowingly led him to the kitchen.

Jiang Chuyue is no stranger to this villa. Although her aunt has long stopped coming here to do cleaning, Jiang Chuyue was often taken over to play when she was in elementary school.

The kitchen is still the same, except that some more utensils have been added, the most conspicuous of which is of course the pink sandwich maker that Tang Ming left beside the cooking counter.

And in the trash can next to it, there are a few lumps of dark unknown objects.

The person who has learned to make breakfast for Tang Ming since junior high school knew what was going on at a glance, and the corners of Jiang Chuyue's mouth curled up slightly.

"Hey! This is all a failure, don't look at it!" Tang Ming quickly closed the trash can, his skin thicker than the city wall actually felt a little embarrassed, "Hey, I said I will let you eat today. Yes, it didn’t work out.”

"It's okay, it's still early, I'll do it."

Jiang Chuyue moved neatly, took out a few eggs, a small packet of shrimp, and tossed out a small piece of butter from the refrigerator.

Tang Ming sat on a metal chair with a height of half a person, tilted his body slightly and propped his head to watch Jiang Chuyue operating beside him, as if he was sitting at the same table with him.

The sandwich maker that looked like a waste in Tang Ming's hands has changed in Jiang Chuyue's place.He turned on the machine, first pressed the butter on the heated iron plate with a tong, fiddled with it a few times, and the butter melted in half, then poured in the shrimp and beaten eggs, and closed the machine.

"Wait for a minute." Jiang Chuyue said, brought the toast over, and washed a few slices of lettuce neatly, when the time came just in time.

His technique is natural, and his white fingers put down the pen and pick up the kitchen utensils, which is also very beautiful.

The sandwich maker was turned back on, and the shrimp and eggs inside had coagulated together, and the surface was golden yellow with an attractive luster.

Jiang Chuyue put a piece of toast at the bottom, "Tang Ming, the sauce is with you."

"Oh!" Tang Ming was fascinated by Jiang Chuyue's operation. When he was called, he turned his head to look to the right, let go of the hand supporting his chin, and stretched out towards the seasoning box an arm's distance away, "What sauce do you want?"

"Salad." Jiang Chuyue didn't lift her head.

"What a coincidence, I also like salad dressing." Tang Ming selected the white one from a row of colorful bottles and jars, and while handing it over, he thought that he had never paid attention to such a small thing as taste in his previous life.

Jiang Chuyue took the sauce bottle and smiled, and skillfully poured out the milky white sauce onto the egg and shrimp cubes, and covered it with a piece of toast.

In fact, he prefers slightly sour tomato sauce to slightly sweet salad dressing, but he knows Tang Ming likes the former.

It has long been Jiang Chuyue's deep-rooted habit to follow Tang Ming's preferences in everything, and even things that he didn't like very much before seem to be able to accept them.

The second layer of toast was covered with washed lettuce, another layer of sauce was squeezed, and finally a piece of toast was added. Jiang Chuyue then covered the sandwich maker.

"Just wait another minute."

As he spoke, he picked up the kitchen waste that was produced, and quickly dumped them all into the trash can.

Counting from the moment Jiang Chuyue put his hand into the refrigerator to the time he started tidying up, the whole process only took a few minutes, which was much better than Tang Ming's half an hour's tossing.

"Jiang Chuyue, you are too virtuous." Tang Ming helped clean the cooking table, with a teasing tone, "Like a little daughter-in-law."

Jiang Chuyue didn't mind Tang Ming's jokes. She washed her hands and turned on the sandwich maker. A scent wafted out, and the sweet and rich taste instantly whetted the appetite.

Jiang Chuyue picked up the browned toast and put it on the plate. He cut the sandwich from the middle at an angle, took out half and pushed it in front of Tang Ming, "It's ready, try it."