Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

Xuan Xiao added in a timely manner: "Maybe, you can also help me taste the ribs?"

Xie Zhuo threw the last bit of his conscience somewhere under the lure of the devil, he calmly sent the kitten out, and looked at Xuan Xiao solemnly: "Come on."

He can sacrifice himself to try the dishes.

The little cat outside the door scratched the door angrily, but didn't get any eyes from the person inside.

Xie Zhuo hadn't experienced this kind of experience for a long time, wandering around the kitchen while others were cooking, and even being fed occasionally.

The man was not too particular about feeding, and he had never used chopsticks if he could use his hands.

But maybe his food was too tempting, and the young master, who has always been bad-tempered, didn't care about his offense.

He hadn't felt this way for a long time after his parents died.

Although the grandparents love him dearly, they will be immersed in the grief of their son's death more often, and they are rarely so intimate.

After they died, only the servants remained in the family.

Although Xie Zhuo has a bad temper, he can't do anything impolite like disturbing someone when they are working.

Therefore, it seemed that it was the first time in so many years that he was so "impolite" in the kitchen.

You have to taste the dishes just out of the pan, and you have to sneak a bite of the ready-made meatballs, even the tomato scrambled eggs prepared by Xuan Xiao, you have to eat it first.

The sweet and sour tomatoes made him frown unconsciously, and then someone knocked him.

"What's the rush?" The man smiled, and there didn't seem to be much anger in his voice.

Xie Zhuo stroked his head, which didn't hurt much, and said confidently: "I'm tired of eating, change the taste."

Xuan Xiao recalled the exhilarating person who was stealing food just now, and gave him a meaningful look.

Tired?

Why didn't he see it?

But the good-tempered guy still cut half a cucumber and stuffed it into Xie Zhuo's hands: "Relieve the greasy."

Xie Zhuo: "..."

He glanced at the meatballs helplessly, but finally succumbed to his face, gnawing on the cucumber pitifully and waiting for Xuan Xiao to finish frying the vegetables.

By the time everything was done, it was almost an hour.

As for Xie Zhuo, he didn't feel the slightest bit of impatience.

Xuan Xiao is even more so...

When the two of them worked together to bring the things to the dining table, the kitten, whose resentment had almost turned into substance, was about to move its paws to scratch them.

I was feasting in the kitchen, but the kitten was meowing pitifully outside.

Xie Zhuo didn't have much conscience, he asked Xuan Xiao, "Can I feed it?"

Otherwise, he always felt that he would be beaten by this little cat.

Xuan Xiao, who was serving the meal, glanced at the unusually lively Kate today and said, "The cans are under the sideboard, you can open one for her."

Xie Zhuo hesitated for a few seconds between digging through other people's cabinets and making the kitten hate him, and opened Xuan Xiao's cabinet.

A lot of snacks for the kitten came into his eyes, and he took out a can and gave it to Kate.

Xie Zhuo saw that the kitten, who was full of resentment just now, plunged its head into the can in an instant, the purring one didn't raise its head at all, even Xie Zhuo's harassing his ears was nothing more than shaking his head impatiently.

Xie Zhuo couldn't help but pursed his lips and whispered, "You can eat."

There was a soft sound in Xuan Xiao's ear, and it took him a lot of effort not to let himself laugh out loud.

"Xie Zhuo, come and eat." He put the rice on the table and called out to the young man who put his heart and soul on the kitten.