"Kim Namjoon! Kim Sokjin! Min Yoongi! Jung Hoseok! Kim Taehyung! Park Jimin! Jungkook! bts!!" That's right, such a confident voice came from my mouth.

Kim Taehyung sat on the sofa playing his mobile game with a satisfied face.

After a long absence, we met for a day to rest together. The two of us decided not to go anywhere, just nestling in my dormitory.

The two of us nestled on the sofa, I watched my TV, he played his game, and the heating was fully turned on, making people feel that this day is really too happy.

"The children nowadays are really beautiful..." I admired the children on TV, forgetting the fact that I was also in 96, "Looking so mature..."

"Hmm..." He was still playing his game, perfunctory me.

"I decided to cook at home today..." I pretended to be casual and said, "I won't order takeaway today..." You must know that in order to practice this meal well, I have really practiced for a long time.

"Hmm..." He was still perfunctory. After a few seconds, he raised his head in surprise, and then hesitated: "You... know how to cook?"

"Hmm..." It must be better than yours. I think about the bowl of porridge he cooked before, and the black thread said, "Is it sure to be edible? If you are pickier than me, I will give it to Haoxi and the others."

"Understood," I knew from Kim Taehyung's expression that he wanted to be alone, so I snickered.

I put down the remote control, went to find a hair rope to tie my hair, and started today's cooking.

I really feel helpless for his kid taste.

If he could eat hamburgers or noodles every day, I believe he would eat them every day.

I made homemade tonkatsu and chips, and fish cake soup, and hash browns, a mix of styles anyway.

Teachers from the School of Crafts and Cooking have learned it, so there must be no problem.

It must be more than two people, and there are fruits for them. After all, the fruits are still small, so they can grow as long as they can.

I secretly sent a text message to ask if the fruit was at home, and when he happened to be at home, I called him down to get it.

The doorbell rang, and Kim Taehyung went to answer the door.

I heard the following conversation:

"Ah, Tian Zhenguo! What are you doing here!" This was Kim Taehyung with a very bad tone.

"I went to take out the trash, and I smelled the smell of sister Zhaolu's house." This is Tian Zhengguo, who is obviously lying but cute as hell.

"Oh! This classmate, you came by such a coincidence!" I clapped my hands, pretending to be surprised, "I cooked too much, I forgot to control the amount!" I handed him the plate full of food.

"Really!" Guozi also clapped her hands like me, took it tacitly, made a face at Kim Taehyung, who was obviously pouting angry, and ran away swiftly.

The angry Kim Taehyung was pushed to the dining table by me, but after eating my food, his mood recovered a lot.

"Have you turned black again?" I didn't forget to add to his frustration, "You're so black when you're filming a TV series?"

"Because they're all outside," he curled his lips, "with long hair..."

"May I ask where did you get the confidence to think that you are suitable for that wig?" I stretched out my hand to smooth his hair, "Obviously Brother Tongzhi is more handsome, and Brother Du Zhihan..." As long as he goes to film, Just show me a selfie, I'm already visually fatigued.

"Hahahaha..." He suddenly laughed, "Think about Brother Shu Jun..."

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