[Full-time Wang Zhou] Roll egg dumplings

After settling down on Wang Jiexi, seeing his tired face, Zhou Zekai dismissed the idea of ​​carrying out the PK to the end.

It just so happened that the movie channel was broadcasting "Harry Potter's Magical Kingdom". Zhou Zekai loved it so much, he looked at Wang Jiexi with bright eyes, and pointed to the TV, "Is that okay?"

"Sure." Wang Jiexi nodded.

At this point, it doesn't matter what you look at.The important thing is that Zhou Zekai is within his reach.

As long as he wants, he can push Zhou Zekai on the sofa to kiss at any time, and the other party will definitely not refuse.

Regarding this point, Wang Jiexi was [-]% sure.

In view of the fact that this kind of eager behavior of a hungry tiger would damage his calm, elegant, dignified and self-retaining senior image, after a fierce battle between heaven and man in his heart, he finally just moved towards Zhou Zekai without a trace, and put his legs on the sofa , adjust to an intimate and comfortable position.

Zhou Zekai didn't know what to think of, he stretched out his long legs as if trying to get up, but before his feet touched the ground, someone grabbed his wrist.

Wang Jiexi pouted under the coffee table, "Put on your shoes."

What's wrong? This is——he despised himself fiercely in his heart while talking——the kids in the team didn't take care of them enough, and now they're rushing to take care of Zhou Zekai again.

But I couldn't help it, I couldn't help it at all.

Probably Cancers are born with a forceful nature.Thinking of this, Wang Jiexi couldn't help feeling a little desperate.

Zhou Zekai stuck out his tongue at him, put on his slippers and ran away.When I came back, I had a half-human-high penguin doll under my left arm, and a lambswool blanket on my right arm.

So Wang Jiexi remained stunned, watching him climb back to the sofa and sit down again, with the blanket covering their laps and the doll in his arms.

"...Isn't it?" Wang Jiexi was a little helpless, "Xiao Zhou, are you a Geng?"

"Warm." Zhou Zekai ignored his overtones, buried his chin into the penguin's stomach, and answered righteously.

As if he was not convincing enough, he took Wang Jiexi's hand, "Touch it."

Wang Jiexi rubbed the penguin's head twice, it was fluffy and soft, it felt really good.

"He killed my parents, didn't he? The one who left me with this scar."

"Harry, first of all you need to know one very important thing, wizards are not necessarily good people..."

"...so everybody knows you. You're the Boy Who Lived."

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"Speaking of which, my sister is also a die-hard Gryffindor fan. When we went to Universal Studios the year before last, she went to the souvenir shop and bought a lot of merchandise," Wang Jiexi said, peeling a sugar orange and handing it to Zhou Zekai. "...and came back to find that the clerk brought her a Slytherin scarf. She was so angry that she didn't eat for two days."

Facing the peeled oranges, Zhou Zekai, a lazy little man, didn't even want to stretch out his hands, so he just opened his mouth proudly, "Ah..."

Wang Jiexi broke off two orange petals with a really good temper, tore off the white veins on the outside and stuffed them into his mouth.

Zhou Zekai swallowed the orange, "... what happened next?"

"I wouldn't want it for life or death. She said she would get angry when she saw it. My aunt thought it would be a pity to throw it away, so she gave it to me in the end."

Zhou Zekai recalled it, it seems that Wang Jiexi did have such a scarf, gray and green, not ugly but not pretty either.I don’t remember whether I wore it or not, but Huang Shaotian once complained on Weibo, saying that he was in the late stage of the second disease, and the medicine could not be stopped.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The wind and rain were dark outside the window, but they hid in the warm living room with a sofa, hot tea, and half-eaten oranges.Zhou Zekai's smile made this small world as bright as stars.

Wang Jiexi looked at him intently, feeling that the so-called "best time" was nothing more than that.

In the movie, Harry is starting the first flying lesson in his life, and saw the little wizard stepping on the broom swiftly, touching the ground with both feet, and then fluttering into the air.

Zhou Zekai was even more overjoyed, shaking his dumb hair, and smiled at Wang Jiexi, "Like you."

"Like buliuxing," Wang Jiexi corrected, and fed him two oranges. "Unfortunately, there is no hat."

"Hmm..." Zhou Zekai showed a look of embarrassment, "The sorting hat?"

Come on, what did the Sorting Hat do wrong and you have to do this to it.

Before he could speak, Zhou Zekai's cell phone rang first.The caller was Jiang Botao, but the one on the other end was Sun Xiang.

"Ah."

"at home."

"Ah."

"not going."

"Something happened."

"I did not lie to you."

"Well, you guys are delicious."

"Bye-Bye."

It was the first time for Wang Jiexi to hear him speak like this. Although he maintained a concise and concise style, every sentence was very fluent.

How come it's like a half-dumb outside.

"They called me for dinner." Zhou Zekai threw the phone back on the coffee table, and grabbed the last piece of orange in Wang Jiexi's hand.

"It doesn't matter if you don't go?"

Zhou Zekai shrugged indifferently, "What does it matter?"

Compared with other teams, because Samsara's active players are of the same age, it was easy to get along with each other.After the start of the tenth season, it has completely reduced from the male god religion to a teasing youth group with him and Sun Xiang as the core.

The organization's dinner must be organized, and the creation of conditions that are not organized must also be organized.

Chinese and Western festivals and the birthdays of the team members are of course not a problem. The victory of the regular season and the 24 solar terms are also excellent reasons. Eat grilled fish."

Today, Sun Xiang's pretext for treating guests is "My dad said he's not happy to be a dad anymore!"

——That's right, the unhappy one is the husky who flaunts his might at home, but is frightened by the Chihuahua when he goes out.

"...headless and unhappy," Wang Jiexi murmured, "this child is definitely his own."

Zhou Zekai understood, and rolled around on the sofa with his arms around the penguin doll.

"No brain...haha..."

A smile also appeared on Wang Jiexi's lips, and he tapped the coffee table a few times with his slender fingers, "Xiao Zhou, can I have a look at your refrigerator?"

"...Huh?" Zhou Zekai didn't turn his head around for a moment, but still wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, got up and led him into the kitchen.

Opening the huge double-door refrigerator, he lifted his chin, "Hey."

"The reserve is quite rich," Wang Jiexi commented after checking it out.After finishing speaking, he rolled up his cuffs neatly, and smiled at Zhou Zekai who was still in a daze, "Then let me cook later."

Excuseme? !

Zhou Zekai's terrified expression was the same as when he saw the advertisement for such a big cylinder.

——Wang Jiexi is probably the only one who plays cards so unreasonably in the entire alliance.

"Your parents are not here tonight," Wang Jiexi said without looking back. He took out tomatoes, green peppers, eggplants, eggs, and a small piece of lean meat from the refrigerator, and laid them out on the cooking table. "We have to eat something."

Zhou Zekai came back to his senses, took a step forward, stood behind Wang Jiexi, followed Wang Jiexi's movements and looked around curiously, "I'll help you."

It was almost the distance from his chest to his back, Wang Jiexi could clearly feel his thin and warm breath brushing against his ear, and he couldn't help feeling a little distracted.

"Are you worried that I will blow up the kitchen?" After a while, he put down the half-washed eggplant and turned around helplessly.

Zhou Zekai blushed, "No, no."

"Quick, go back and watch a movie, be good," Wang Jiexi pushed him towards the living room, "You make me want to sneeze all the time."

In less than 10 minutes, Zhou Zekai slipped over again, holding the door frame and smiling innocently, "I'll help you."

Wang Jiexi took out the thawed meat from the microwave oven, sighed, thinking that this little tail would most likely not be shaken off.

Taking advantage of this time, Zhou Zekai had already walked over step by step, blinking his bright eyes, and only had to stick a note "I'm very good" on his forehead.

It's not that the party and state are incompetent, it's just that the Communist Army is too cunning—— Wang Jiexi, who was defeated again before the beauty offensive, thought so.

"Can you cook?"

Zhou Zekai shook his head awkwardly.

"What about chopping vegetables?"

Shake your head again.

"...Should I fight in the kitchen?"

"Hmm..." If peeling shallots, peeling garlic and handing the plate can be classified into this category.

"Then go," Wang Jiexi heaved a sigh of relief, "help me scrape off the eggplant skin."

The gun king immediately took the order happily.

Wang Jiexi is a talent.

It can be seen from the fact that he regarded the rookie wall as nothing during his rookie period, and his strength is still at the top level of the professional circle after sealing the magician's style of play.

And his superb cooking skills made Zhou Zekai feel that he was not only a talent, but also a genius.

Seeing this genius raised his knife and dropped it, the four green peppers on the cutting board quickly turned into a plate of shreds.The roots are uniform in thickness and exact, even if Zhang Xinjie comes, he can't find any faults.

"That's amazing..." Zhou Zekai's eyes widened, he let go of his hand, and the razor fell into the trash can with a "boom".

Wang Jiexi bent down to pick it up, washed it clean and stuffed it back into his hand, with a smirk on his lips, "Do you want to know where I learned it?"

Zhou Zekai nodded sharply.

"New Oriental Cooking School." Satisfied, Wang Jiexi gave full play to his magic-talking skills of the men in City B, ran the train with his mouth full, and put on a sad expression of reminiscing bitterness and sweetness, "When I first entered the youth training camp Son, my parents were worried that I would not be able to survive in the professional circle and would have no food in the future, so they forced me to go there and enroll in a night school class, and then go to class after training during the day, until my debut..."

"...Huh?" Zhou Zekai's admiration instantly turned into sympathy, and Daimao also trembled a few times.

——It’s over, I actually poked at the sad past of the senior, how should I continue the topic, Jiang Botao, come here, there is a super-outline question here! ! !

"Very hard?" After a long silence, Zhou Zekai summoned up his courage and asked in a low voice.

His bewildered look made Wang Jiexi find it extremely funny, so he pinched his face with his free hand, "Just kidding, I started learning to cook with my dad when I was in elementary school..."

Damn, who is this? Gun King picked up the kitchen knife bitterly, and slashed at the shaved eggplant in the middle.

"Hey, ancestor!" Wang Jiexi was scared out of his wits, and quickly snatched the knife away, "This is not a joke, let's do it seriously, Jiang Botao will tear me apart..."

In less than a while, shredded pork with green peppers and scrambled eggs with tomatoes were out of the pan, and there was still deliciously stewed rice in the rice cooker.

Most of the time, Zhou Zekai just joined in the fun, but luckily he didn't really make trouble for the chef.

"Xiao Zhou, do you have soy sauce at home?"

Zhou Zekai dug it out from the cabinet, carefully identified it and handed it over, "Here."

Then he stared at Wang Jiexi's busy back and became dazed.

In fact, he has a somewhat thin figure. After the apron is tightened, a beautiful waistline is revealed, and the back is straight from beginning to end.

Although the whole person contains a force that cannot be called strong, it cannot be easily broken.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that he was silent for a long time, the other party turned his head and asked.

Zhou Zekai blushed, and hurriedly turned his eyes away, "No, it's nothing."

"Here, try it." Wang Jiexi picked up a piece of eggplant, blew it cool, and handed it to his mouth, carefully observing his reaction, "Do you want to add more sugar?"

"No more," Zhou Zekai shook his head, "It tastes good."

Hearing this, Wang Jiexi smiled with a contented expression, like a child with a candy stuffed in his mouth.

It was completely dark, and he was standing in the slightly dimly lit kitchen, wearing a plaid apron.

Warm, secular atmosphere full of fireworks.

At this moment, he was not the all-powerful magician on the field, not the captain of Tiny Herb who carried the entire team by himself, and he was not that indifferent and daunting senior.

Zhou Zekai suddenly had a desire to hug him.

I want to put my hands on the wings that have grown back after he was injured, and tell him not to be afraid.

Wang Jiexi was unaware of this, and mistook his flickering gaze for anticipation for dinner, stroked his hair, and comforted him apologetically, "Be hungry, you'll be fine soon."

Zhou Zekai let out an almost inaudible "hmm", turned around and went to prepare the dishes.