It's too hard for a green tea man to match him

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when Yu Qiu brought Meng Pingjiang back with a full load.

He also bought some daily necessities and fresh food, and arranged them neatly with the help of Meng Pingjiang.

"Yu Qiu, I'm weeding, and I should be able to finish it tonight."

"No need for now," Yu Qiu greeted him, "Can you cook?"

"Will do."

"Then help me cook together."

Meng Pingjiang glanced at the yard, "But..."

Yu Qiu pretended to be pitiful: "We bought fish and meat, and these are not easy to handle. I'm afraid of hurting my hands."

Meng Pingjiang lost the thought of refuting in an instant, and put on a new apron neatly: "I'll do it."

He already knew that Yu Qiu would be engaged in the embroidery industry, so he naturally didn't want him to hurt his hand.

The days in summer are very long. At six o'clock, the sun has not yet set, and it still spreads its enthusiasm all over the earth.

Si Ting stood at the gate of the courtyard and asked Shen Mingdeng, "Where is this place? Why did Xiaoqiu choose this place? Could it be that new friend's home?"

"You always cared about him, didn't you know?"

"Know what?" Si Ting looked puzzled.

Shen Mingdeng rang the doorbell, and said calmly, "Your brother, you are not competent."

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Isn't this what he teased Shen Mingdeng before?Good guy, here comes revenge.

He snorted, "Forget it if you don't say it, I'll ask Xiaoqiu myself later."

The courtyard door was opened, and a handsome face suddenly came into sight. Si Ting's arrogant expression froze on his face, and he didn't know how to react for a while.

"you you……"

Meng Pingjiang was also surprised. He had seen these two people before, one was in Fubai Bar and the other was in Century Square, both of whom Yu Qiu knew.

Shen Mingdeng didn't recognize him, raised his phoenix eyes lightly, and asked, "Who are you?"

The tone was soft, showing a bit of scrutiny.

Meng Pingjiang was inexplicably guilty by him, and replied politely: "I am Yu Qiu's friend, my surname is Meng, Meng Pingjiang."

"What are you doing standing at the door?" Si Ting greeted warmly after recovering, "Let's go in and talk!"

He dragged Shen Mingdeng into the courtyard, then turned his head to answer Meng Pingjiang: "Hello, my name is Si Ting, we met at the bar, I didn't expect you and Xiao Qiu to be friends, how did you become friends?"

Shen Mingdeng: "..."

After many years of childhood, if he can't see Si Ting's intentions, he should stop investing as soon as possible.

Meng Pingjiang smiled shyly: "Yu Qiu helped me several times."

"Well, besides that time at the bar, if there is anything else, you can tell me."

"Sorry, I still have to help in the kitchen." Meng Pingjiang declined.

Si Ting quickly winked at Shen Mingdeng, Shen Mingdeng sighed secretly, and said, "I'll go, you are Xiaoqiu's friend."

"Then you are..." Meng Pingjiang hesitated.

Shen Mingdeng: "His brother."

In the kitchen, Yu Qiu was making the last soup.

With his back to the door, he was wearing a simple white T and black slacks, with a sea blue apron around his waist, and the skirt was tied into a bow at the back waist, outlining his slender waistline.

I don't know if it's because I have a small frame, or if I haven't grown up yet.

Shen Mingdeng stood at the door and looked at it for a moment, then asked abruptly, "When did you make friends?"

There was a sudden movement behind him, and Yu Qiu was startled. With a shake of his hand, the porcelain spoon fell, hit the hard stove, and then slid to the marble floor, making a crisp cracking sound.

He froze in place, and his soul flew away.

Shen Mingdeng was also startled, strode forward, stretched out his hand but retracted helplessly, with annoyance in his eyes: "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, did you get burned?"

The two people in the living room heard the noise and ran over quickly. Seeing the mess everywhere, Meng Pingjiang brought a broom and dustpan without saying a word.

"What's going on?" Si Ting asked worriedly, "Xiao Qiu, how are you?"

The tense body slowly relaxed, and Yu Qiu exhaled lightly, with palpitations remaining in his chest, he shook his head in disbelief: "I'm fine."

Shen Mingdeng looked at him deeply, frowning: "Sorry, it's my fault."

Yu Qiu blinked: "Hands are shaking a little, and I can't hold the soup."

The three said at the same time: "I'll come."

Shen Mingdeng looked at Si Ting.

Si Ting quickly changed his words: "Yes, old Shen, who let him scare you, you have to punish him to serve the soup, and then punish him to wash the dishes after eating!"

"Okay." Yu Qiu smiled a little, and took off his apron, "I'll go wash my face. Ping Jiang, together."

Meng Pingjiang inexplicably felt the atmosphere was weird, nodded and followed him.

Shen Mingdeng filled the soup absently, and the smile that Yu Qiu forced to show just now appeared in his mind.

In the past, he would think it was fake; but now, for some reason, he feels a little sore in his heart.

Si Ting muttered to the side: "Xiao Qiu made friends with someone, but she didn't tell me."

"Why did I tell you?" Shen Mingdeng squinted at him.

Si Ting said, "I also want to make this friend, he knows it."

"I didn't give you a chance today?" Shen Mingdeng took a new spoon, scooped up the soup carefully, and did not forget to refute him.

Si Ting suddenly frowned, carefully examined his face, and asked Fox: "Why are you defending Xiao Qiu so much now? When you talked about Xiao Qiu before, you couldn't knock out a single one with three sticks. You lived together for a few days and showed affection. gone?"

"Everyone cleans the snow in front of the door." Shen Mingdeng left a sentence and went to the restaurant with a soup bowl.

Si Ting: "Hehe."

During the meal, Si Ting was very enthusiastic. He was like a male peacock with his tail open, and he never stopped talking.

Yu Qiu smiled and said: "Brother Ting, Pingjiang is here to help me clean the house today, we have to continue after eating, if there is a delay, he won't be able to take the subway when he goes back."

"It's okay, I can take a taxi." Meng Pingjiang quickly said that it was okay.

Si Ting looked around the room and asked, "It's pretty clean, what else hasn't been cleaned?"

"The weeds in the yard need to be cleared."

"Not tomorrow?"

"Pingjiang will go to work tomorrow," Yu Qiu said slowly, "but if it's too late, there's no need to clean it up. I'll clean it up myself tomorrow."

"It's okay, brother hired someone to weed you." Si Ting said proudly.

"No, no, no," Meng Pingjiang swallowed his last mouthful of food, stood up and said, "I've finished eating, you guys eat slowly, I'll remove the weeds."

Si Ting immediately put down the bowls and chopsticks, and asked, "Are there any extra tools? I'll go too!"

Working together can enhance communication and feelings.

Yu Qiu frowned, and pointed out, "It's on the shelf in the utility room."

The lights in the yard are on, and through the windows of the restaurant, they complement each other with the lights in the restaurant, suddenly filled with a different kind of warmth.

Only Yu Qiu and Shen Mingdeng were left at the table.

Yu Qiu ate very slowly.

After he finished eating the last grain of rice, Shen Mingdeng asked, "Stay here tonight?"

Under the cold white light, the man's eyebrows and eyes are sharp, and even the straight bridge of the nose is as sharp as a sword, his light-colored lips are slightly straightened, and his jaw line is extremely tight.

It's like interrogating a prisoner.

Yu Qiu looked up, his light brown pupils were cold and brittle, and ripples suddenly appeared in the next second, and the ice layer cracked, revealing the gurgling stream below.

He sighed lightly and melancholy: "You didn't want to live with me in the first place, so why ask so many questions."

"I do not--"

"I proposed to Aunt Xiang that day, but you resolutely refused." Yu Qiu lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast shadows under her eyes, "I know you don't like me, and I don't want to come to you to make trouble. I agreed to Aunt Xiang, but it was just to lie .”

Shen Mingdeng found that the explanation was useless, so he simply asked directly: "Then you are not going to lie now?"

"Anyway, Aunt Xiang knows you don't like me." Yu Qiu had his own logic, "It's reasonable for me to move out."

Shen Mingdeng: "..."

So when Ms. Xiang saw Moments, she immediately asked him if he was bullying.

Yu Qiu is worthy of being Yu Qiu, she is still that innocent little green tea.

But now Shen Mingdeng only felt helpless, not disgusted.

"You have to be responsible for after-sales."

Yu Qiu quietly raised his head: "That's another price."

"..."

Shen Mingdeng took off his glasses, gently rubbed the extra wrinkles between his brows, "Say it straight."

Yu Qiu rested his chin on one hand, smiled suddenly, his eyes were as bright as morning stars: "You have to tell me what you want to do in Quanyuan Street."

Quanyuan Street is the old street where Fengqiu's studio is located.

"Business secrets." Shen Mingdeng did not let go.

"Oh." Yu Qiu got up, no longer asked, just said, "Weeding or washing dishes?"

Shen Mingdeng: "I'm a guest."

"You scared me just now, and my hands were shaking." Yu Qiu raised his hands and shook them.

Those hands were well maintained, glowing white, the blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible, the nails were neatly trimmed against the skin, the fingertips were round and small, with a touch of powder.

Shen Mingdeng looked at him.

This is a cunning little green tea, which is hard to guard against.

He resigned himself to his fate and got up to clean up: "I will send you a dishwasher tomorrow."

"Under mechanized mass production, manual work is very precious." Yu Qiu said, "Besides, there is no place where you live."

"Yes, it hasn't been opened."

Yu Qiu: "..."

Si Ting was lonely that day washing the dishes.

Si Ting outside the house didn't know anything, he was slowly approaching Meng Pingjiang waving his sickle.

It was the first time for him to try such a primitive way of working, and he didn't feel tired, just found it quite interesting.

"Xiao Meng, I see that you are very skilled at weeding, have you done it before?"

Meng Pingjiang mowed the grass neatly, and said sullenly, "I'm from the country, so I'm used to it."

Si Ting admired his generosity and magnanimity, and the smile never fell from his lips.

"Who else is in your family?"

Meng Pingjiang wiped off the fine sweat with his hand. The wet hair on his forehead was messy and pasted on his forehead, but Si Ting didn't dislike it at all.

The person in front of him exudes a unique charm.

"Mother and younger sister." Meng Pingjiang was not good at words, he answered every question asked.

Si Ting continued to check the household registration: "Where is your hometown?"

Meng Pingjiang was about to answer when the cell phone in his pocket rang.

He took off his gloves and took it out to answer.

Si Ting saw the word "sister", and when Meng Pingjiang walked to the corner, he had no choice but to continue weeding in a dull manner.

"what?!"

The young man's panicked and suppressed voice suddenly reached Si Ting's ears.

His heart tightened, what happened?

Inside the house, Yu Qiu handed over the work of washing dishes to Shen Mingdeng, intending to go to the yard to see the progress of weeding.

Before stepping out of the door, Meng Pingjiang suddenly ran up to him, panting heavily, with a panicked expression on his face, one hand was gloved, and the other hand was holding the phone tightly, trembling slightly.

"Yu Qiu, I..." The words came to my lips, but I couldn't continue.

With clear eyes, Yu Qiu reached out to put his hand on his shoulder, speaking in a calm tone to calm his anxiety.

"Don't be afraid, speak slowly."