Conan: Ke Xue’s daily life in the world of elderly care

After the steaming dinner was finished, there was only a few green onions left in the pot for seasoning. They were cooked so soft that they had no appetite at all.

Gin breathed a sigh of relief and slowly collected the used cutlery and dishes in front of him and stuffed them into a thermal bag, then placed them on a stool outside the door, waiting for the cleaning staff to take them away.

He walked back around, raised one eyebrow slightly and looked at Tang Muqing's face carefully.

His eyebrows furrowed, seeming speechless, but also very confused.

"What's wrong?" Gin felt something wasn't right for some reason, and stretched out his hand to pat Tang Muqing's face, "Are you scared by cognitive bias?"

Tang Muqing sighed, raised his hand that was holding Gin and rubbed it on his cheek, a hint of exhaustion appeared in his smile, "No, I still firmly believe that this is your problem."

Gin:......

The warm and delicate skin sticks to the rough gun cocoon in the palm, bringing a completely opposite touch.

The other party is docile and sincere. Even though he knows that his actions and words will arouse suspicion, he still doesn't hide anything.

Gin Jiu was silent for a moment, standing next to the sofa and looking down at Tang Muqing, "Oh?"

"It doesn't affect anything." Tang Muqing held Gin's wrist and pulled him to sit next to him. With his other hand, he touched the remote control and pressed it on the TV. "Want to watch a movie? A suspense movie? Romance. ...Forget it, I can’t stand it anymore.”

Gin glanced at the huge TV screen in front of him, and finally couldn't help but ask, "You have made such a good product and you don't plan to sell it?"

The TV screen, which is as thin as a piece of paper, has not yet been released on the market, but we can already imagine how much discussion it will cause once it is released.

Tang Muqing laughed, pressed his fingertips on Gin's hand, rubbed the other's joints, and said in a lazy voice, "The leeks still need to be cut one after another."

"Well." Ginjiu didn't say much, but lazily leaned on the sofa with his chin propped up, watching Tang Muqing press the remote control casually, trying to find a decent movie, "I hope you are interested in your own There’s something about the situation.”

Such as dreams, such as cognitive errors.

Don’t let the ATM drive you crazy.

Tang Muqing rolled his eyes, put the remote control into Gin's hand, stood up and walked towards the kitchen, looked through the refrigerator to find ice cubes and various fruits, and said lazily: "You know, I'm not a person who likes You are a brave person, if there is any situation that I cannot control, I will definitely seek your help, right?"

Gin raised his head and looked sideways through the sofa and dining table island at the man standing in front of the counter in the open kitchen.

The man in his mid-twenties looks a little more mature than in previous years, but he still smiles and his gentle temperament is more natural, like water that can wrap up all the sharp edges.

Ginjiu couldn't help but his eyelids twitching as he watched Tang Muqing holding a knife and looking deeply at an orange.

He stood up and walked over quickly to rescue a table knife from Tang Muqing's hand. He frowned at the label on the cutting board and couldn't help but complain: "Don't you have any common sense in life?"

As he spoke, Gin put the small cutting board in front of him back, replaced it with a board with a small green sticker, frowned, cut the orange into slices and stuffed it into the dinner plate next to him.

"No." Tang Muqing laughed out loud and turned to look for fruit in the refrigerator. "According to Chinese customs, kitchen and I don't get along."

It's okay to pour a glass of water or a glass of wine, but forget about opening fire and using a knife.

Gin took out a piece of paper and wiped his hands in disgust, frowning at the various fruits Tang Muqing took out from the refrigerator, "Squeamish."

Tang Muqing:...

He could accept this evaluation for the time being.

"Look, I said I won't show off." Tang Muqing rolled his eyes and pointed at the fruit next to him, "Senior Gin, please help me."

Gin took a deep breath, took a deep look at Tang Muqing with his green eyes, and repeated again: "Squeamish!"

I don’t have any life skills, and I moved out of my old house to live alone!

"Ah... what should I do?" Tang Muqing couldn't help but laugh. He turned around and stuffed ice cubes into two glasses, found a bottle of wine and poured it in. "Senior Gin, can you just leave without me?"

Go!

Just leave if you can!

He won't stop it!

Gin choked, and he quickly cut various fruits into small pieces to make a fruit plate. He cleaned up the knives and cutting boards, wiped the cooking table, and then walked to the sofa with the plate and sat down.

The movie that he clicked on casually had just finished the commercials and the opening credits. Gin listened to the approaching footsteps behind him. He opened the drawer under the coffee table and took out a glass. He lit the wick in the glass with a match and leaned on the sofa with a gloomy voice. His eyes were fixed on the flashing picture on the TV.

Tang Muqing put the wine glass aside and found two boxes of cigarettes from the locker next to him. Then he leaned back to Ginjiu with a blanket on his back. He picked up a strand of Ginjiu's silver hair and wrapped it around his hand. Going around and around, "Can't you just smile? Of course, I'm talking about a normal smile, not a murderous, excited and crazy smile."

Does Gin really have no other expression except a crazy smile and a cold face?

Ah no, it does have a bit of a strange expression, but it doesn’t quite pass the test.

Gin:......

Is this human language? !

How else could he laugh?

"Am I too tolerant to you? You are becoming more and more careless about what you say." Gin sneered coldly, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, with a hint of irritation in his voice, "Go and ask Vodka don’t you dare talk to me like that.”

"Why do I have to compare my treatment with Vodka?" Tang Muqing seemed a little surprised, leaning his head on Gin's shoulder, squinting at the picture on the TV, with a little emotion in his voice, "So why do you always Are you mentioning vodka to me? Are you really not afraid that I will be jealous?"

At this point, Tang Muqing turned his face sideways, showing a little sadness on his face to Gin's eyes, as if he was very confused, "I can kill someone if I'm jealous."

Gin Jiu glanced at Tang Muqing lightly, then withdrew his gaze and leaned on the sofa to watch TV like an uncle. He didn't feel at all that this warm scene was not suitable for him, "You go and kill, I won't stop you."

Gin chewed the cigarette, puffing out white smoke from his nose. He held ATM's wrist in his palm, and his fingertips rubbed the gold beads and rosewood bracelet wrapped around the slender wrist.

Tang Muqing lowered his eyes and sighed, "Vodka will make you cry sadly."

Gin was unmoved. He used his fingertips to trace the lines on the golden beads like playing mahjong cards. After a long while, he couldn't help but frown, "What word?"

"To attract wealth?" Tang Muqing turned his head, his light brown eyes looking particularly serious, "It suits my identity, right?"

Gin:......

Gin Jiu took a deep look at Tang Muqing, and said with a lot of ridicule in his tone, "Buy the Japanese island."

"No." Tang Muqing refused decisively, showing a hint of disgust, "I'm not the one who was taken advantage of."

It can be fried.

Absolutely not buying it.