Professional dismantling

There is a book area on the third floor of the shopping mall, which specializes in selling children's books and books on health care. Zhao Yao asked the shopping guide and dragged Qin Yin to the third floor.

With several books in his hand, Qin Yin turned his head and asked Zhao Yao, "Which cuisine do you like? Huaiyang cuisine? Sichuan cuisine? Hunan cuisine or Cantonese cuisine?"

Zhao Yao glanced at it, a little helpless, "Pick whichever you think is easy to use."

Since Zhao Yao didn't like spicy food and didn't like it, Qin Yin bought two books, one of Sichuan cuisine and the other of Hunan cuisine. After paying the money, Qin Yin led Zhao Yao to the Wal-Mart on the first floor, "Why don't we have fish head with chopped peppers tonight?" Sample?"

"Can you not harm Brother Yu?" Zhao Yao was helpless.

The two walked around the fresh vegetable section in the supermarket for at least two laps, and then Zhao Yao slapped his thigh, "Forget about the whole soup. It's warm enough to drink in winter and it doesn't take much trouble. It's done in one pot."

Qin Yin silently gave a thumbs up to Zhao Yao's witty decision. After some consideration, the two decided to stew a radish pork rib soup. Today's supermarket has a big sale, and there are so many people checking out at the moment, the two of them lined up It was already dark when the team paid their bills and came out.

"Fuck..." Zhao Yao followed Qin Yin who was carrying a shopping bag out of the supermarket, "It feels like a crowded train."

"Have you squeezed past the train?" Qin Yin turned around and asked.

"Yeah, I used to study far away, and..." Zhao Yao suddenly stopped, and then continued: "Hey, the history of bitterness is not worth mentioning."

Qin Yin didn't speak, the two went into the underground parking lot together to pick up the car, and it was already eight o'clock when they got home in traffic.

"Are you hungry?" Qin Yin asked Zhao Yao after putting the bought vegetables on the chopping board.

Zhao Yao was lying on the sofa facing the TV, but his eyes were closed, "It's okay, the bucket of popcorn went into my stomach, and I don't feel much right now."

"The book says that this thing needs to be simmered for two hours..." Qin Yin pointed to the book and said while washing the ribs, "You watch TV for a while and I'll make it."

As soon as Zhao Yao got home, he spread out on the sofa and couldn't move. His butt looked like it was growing on top. No matter how much you tried to think, he couldn't move it. In the end, he chose to give up. That set of concepts has been thrown out of the sky.

After Qin Yin put the things down together and got rid of him, he accompanied Zhao Yao to spread out on the sofa to watch the brain fragments that Zhao Ma used to watch. Halfway through, Zhao Ma called and came back. Aunt Liu must have talked to her before she left. Having said that, ask them if they have had a good meal.

"Don't worry..." Qin Yin yelled into Zhao Yao's speakerphone: "We're still making soup, it's delicious."

Zhao's mother was quite surprised, "Then you have to make it for me again when you come back."

"No problem." Qin Yin smiled and grabbed Zhao Yao's head.

Zhao Yao glared at him, took the phone and sat next to him, turned off the hands-free and chatted with Zhao's mother for a while, Zhao's mother said that the snow over there was very thick, and Xin's house was very short, so look at it from a distance. Like in a snowdrift.

At ten o'clock, Qin Yin came out from the kitchen with two full bowls. Zhao Yao went over to smell it, and said in surprise, "It's quite fragrant."

"That's right..." Qin Yin was complacent when he heard it, "I think it's similar to the picture in the book, and the taste shouldn't be much different. It's not difficult."

Zhao Yao picked up a piece of pork ribs with the chopsticks, "Well, the stew is rotten, the bones and meat are separated."

"Maybe the fire is too high..." Qin Yin pointed to the radish again, "Take a look at this, the book says that the salt should be put later, I don't know if it tastes like cooking it in."

Zhao Yao put his chopsticks down where his fingers were, and Qin Yin looked at him expectantly. Zhao Yao blew and threw the radish into his mouth. He frowned a little and then smiled, "Well, we're more or less the same."

"What do you mean?" Qin Yin looked at him.

"Taste it yourself..." Zhao Yaole said, "It's okay, I can eat it."

Qin Yin took a piece of radish and put it in his mouth, he frowned after chewing a few bites, "Why is it bitter?"

"Are you asking me?" Zhao Yao smiled, "Did you follow the steps in the book?"

"That's right..." Qin Yin grabbed the book on the table, "I'm just trying to grasp the time."

"Then ask the person who wrote this book..." Zhao Yao took a sip of the soup from the bowl, "Hey, the soup is quite fresh."

The two of them were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs, and now they couldn't care about whether they were suffering or not. The big pot of ribs and radishes was eaten up, and there was no soup left.

Zhao Yao burped and spread his belly on the sofa to dry, "Just don't show off in front of my mother, just this scumbag of craftsmanship."

"Let her teach and teach another day..." Qin Yin hit his stomach with a marble and stood up, "I'll do the dishes."

"Let me wash..." Zhao Yao stretched his waist and stood up, "I'm too stuffed, I need to move."

Qin Yin pulled his shoulders and pushed him back on the sofa, "You have to recharge your energy for a while, and we will do some activities together later."

Zhao Yao stared blankly at Qin Yin humming a song and packing the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen before he came back to his senses and waved his fist at the kitchen, "The surname is Qin, why didn't your father give it when he named it? A Qin beast!"

Qin Yin poked his head halfway from the kitchen door and shouted at him with a smile, "My dad never does anything that makes him famous."

Zhao Yao definitely believed what he said, let's not talk about Qin Liming's style of doing things, it can be seen from the point of his behavior.

Another fierce battle was inevitable at night. Zhao Yao dropped half of his head on the edge of the bed and gasped for breath. He slapped his backhand on the back of his hand, which was about to slip down from his back, "Do you understand what speed is? Lao Tzu The waist is almost folded in your hands."

Qin Yin put all five fingers on his waist and squeezed gently, "Then I'll give you a squeeze."

"It's useless even if you pinch it..." Zhao Yao hung his face on the ground half-hanging, "Just say it once, there's no need to discuss it, why don't you try it down here."

Qin Yin squeezed his legs and smiled, "Do you still have the strength to come back when I'm down there? Don't be too boring to pick things up halfway, your wish should be next time."

Zhao Yao: "Qin Yin, I greet your eight generations of ancestors!"

Qin Yin was happy, and continued: "The ancestor said, the husband you found is really polite."

Zhao Yao: "Fuck you bastard."

The next morning, Qin Yin leaned on the pillow and stroked Zhao Yao's stubble to ask for advice, "I heard that there is an ancient town in the western suburbs that is very lively, let's go see it?"

Zhao Yao turned over and pointed the back of his head at him, "It's very lively, and you don't have to walk by yourself from the east to the west with the flow of people."

"Hey...then how do we spend our vacation? It's so boring."

Zhao Yao is so sleepy right now, he didn't lie down until one or two o'clock in the middle of the night last night, and it wasn't long before dawn, the upper eyelid and the lower eyelid seemed to be glued together, how come Can't even open it.

"Lie down." He buried his head in the quilt, and his consciousness was submerged in the illusory dream again.

"So you've been lying at home like this for three days on New Year's Day?"

Cao Wenjun took a piece of biscuit and handed it to him, Zhao Yao waved his hand, saying that he doesn't like to eat the silly stuff.

"Otherwise, why don't you go out to see the sea of ​​people like you?" Zhao Yao squinted at him and turned to look at the water dispenser. When the light turned green, he walked over to make himself a cup of tea.

"The sea of ​​people is sometimes a different kind of scenery..." Cao Wenjun followed him and moved the cup forward, motioning for him to fill it up, "However, you can't feel it if you don't have a girl. Going out to play with the one you love is better than staying at home even if you watch people."

After Zhao Yao took the water, he looked back at Cao Wenjun and thought about it, love?

Qin Yin?After thinking about it, he shook his head again. At the moment, they are in a normal relationship or a sneaky one. It's not enough for a lover, at least not for him.Is Qin Yin enough?Probably not.

"Hey..." Cao Wenjun waved his hand like a fan in front of his eyes, "What are you thinking about, you have a fixed expression when you mention the girl. Why, the window has been empty for a long time, and even the girl doesn't know what she is? Don't want my brother to find someone for you? Have a fellowship on the weekend or something?"

"Get lost..." Zhao Yao kicked him on the ankle, "Don't think men are as dirty as you, you can't live without a girl."

"Hey, that's right..." Cao Wenjun hid to the side, "You were more concerned about this matter than I was before."

"Really?" Zhao Yao took a sip of tea and squinted at him, "Hey, to be serious, I used to be... um, very keen on girls?"

"Just when I was in school. Girlfriends changed every month, so they were scumbags." Cao Wenjun had a look of contempt on his face, "Then you haven't been abroad for two years, and you also like sex after you come back, but you don't like Play with us together..."

Cao Wenjun patted him on the shoulder, "Hey, I haven't asked you yet, people abroad like to bring girls home... so what?"

"What?" Zhao Yao asked seriously.

"Hey..." Cao Wenjun almost choked on his coffee, "Don't ask such a serious question, everyone is an adult, ah."

Zhao Yao burst into laughter, "I used to bring girls home?"

"Are you asking me about this?" Cao Wenjun looked at him, "You got into a fight with someone surnamed Qin and ran out to stay in a hotel two days after you came back. I don't know if you took me with you."

Zhao Yao recalled that Qin Yin had said that he had seen him with men before, thinking that when Zhao Yao was abroad, in order to quickly adapt to the environment, he...did he do as the Romans did?

This is too illogical, but perfectly reasonable.

"What kind of tea do you think you drink like a middle-aged man all day long..." Cao Wenjun looked into his cup, "Student turtles actually like to drink tea, no one will believe you when you tell them."

Zhao Yao ignored him, and half-closed his eyes to see the rays of sunlight coming in from the small window diagonally opposite him. After a long time, he suddenly said, "I said I'm not interested in girls anymore, do you believe it or not?"

He asked this question quite vaguely, and he didn't know if Cao Wenjun could understand it, and what his reaction would be when he understood it. One day he had to know about it. Cao Wenjun could be regarded as the first person he met after he came here. It can also be regarded as the first friend, although the foundation of this friendship is the former Zhao Yao.

Cao Wenjun was stunned, "Then what are you interested in? Photography? Or playing the erhu?"

"Hey..." Zhao Yao laughed, "Can I play the erhu?"

"Are you still recovering from your amnesia?" Cao Wenjun looked at him in surprise, "The prosopagnosia has been cured, how come this amnesia doesn't work?"

Zhao Yao shook his head. Cao Wenjun obviously didn't understand what he meant, and he didn't want to explain more at the moment, so let it be.

Cao Wenjun didn't think so. Zhao Yao was too abnormal. Ever since he saw the wonderful picture of him covered in hickeys in Milan, he hadn't seen him lead a girl to drink tea and chat for the day. He thought, what is a brother, this is the time It's time to show up.