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Yan Chuyang was stunned: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why are you so unkind? In my heart..."

"Don't always be in your heart, can you be in your heart?" Wei Qing yelled and interrupted him, "Stop self-righteously applying your thoughts to others! Yan Chuyang, I'm not kind, and I don't need to let you You put these hypocritical labels on me, if you like me because of some kindness, then I'm sorry, I'm going to let you down, I'm very selfish!"

After finishing speaking, the man turned around and walked towards the bedroom without looking back, stopped after walking a few steps, turned his back to the boy and said gloomily: "If you still like me for such a ridiculous reason in the future, then I beg you, Take back your liking, I don't care."

After finishing speaking, Wei Qing strode into the bedroom and closed the door with a bang.

Only Yan Chuyang was left in the living room, staring blankly at the closed door.

If he remembers correctly.

This is the second time Wei Qing yelled at him so decisively.

The first time was when he had just moved in, ate his ice cream, cooked his beef, made a mess of his room, and he kicked him out.

Afterwards, Wei Qing never yelled at him like that again. Although he would talk loudly to himself when he was angry and quarreling, he knew that those words were just a moment of irritability, and he never took them to heart.

When two people live together, there will always be times when the spoons of the pot will touch the edge of the pot. This is what his grandma said.

So he doesn't care.

But now, he yelled at him so resolutely for the second time, as if he wanted to drive him away for the second time.

Moreover, the attitude is more determined than the first time.

Yan Chuyang clenched his palms tightly, the uneasiness in his heart was like ink dripping into the water, it was rendered instantly and permeated the whole heart.

What does it mean to take back your liking for him?

what is this?

Now he doesn't even have the right to like him?

Has he been repulsed to the point that he doesn't want to let himself like him?

The more Yan Chuyang thought about it, the more flustered he became, the coldness spread from the soles of his feet upwards, making his heart constrict with the cold.

The clock is ticking, ringing as usual, eight o'clock, this time, it's time for them to eat together, but now, Wei Qing doesn't want to see him, he goes into the bedroom and completely isolates himself from his world .

Yan Chuyang let out a long breath and slowly squatted down, feeling at a loss of what to do all day long.

After squatting tensely in the living room for a while, the boy forced himself to stand up from the ground.

He wants to cook dinner for Wei Qing.

No matter what happens, there is always a meal, which is what grandma said.

Quarrels are quarrels, but he still remembers Wei Qing's kindness to him in the past. Every time Wei Qing cooks dinner for him, now he is in a bad mood and doesn't want to cook. Although the two of them quarreled, it's time to turn By the way, he made dinner for him once.

Yan Chuyang cleaned up his negative emotions, and walked into the kitchen slowly. Because of squatting for too long, his feet were already numb, and the boy's footsteps were very vain.

Yan Chuyang is not very good at cooking, or in other words, what he cooks can only make ends meet, for example, he can only make noodles, cook instant noodles, or scramble eggs.

Although he came from hard times, but because of a stubborn grandma who thinks that men should not enter the kitchen, he seldom enters the kitchen since he was a child, and he has never cooked a meal by himself in a serious way. .

From the beginning of his memory, it seems that he ate his grandma’s meals at home when he was a child, and ate in the cafeteria at school when he grew up, and ate instant noodles outside.

It was only after marrying Wei Qing that he realized that three meals a day can be so delicious.

A meal cooked by one person can be delicious to that extent.

Wei Qing is different from him, the food he cooks is always full of color and fragrance, and he often reads various books, saying that every meal should be balanced and nutritious.

Sometimes during holidays or when he is at home on vacation, he will research a new dish from time to time, saying that he needs to adjust it to make his stomach feel better.

Looking at the clear soup in the pot with little water and the gurgling noodles, the more Yan Chuyang thought about it, the more sad he felt.

It would be great if Wei Qing got up and cooked.

Even noodles that he can make are fragrant and full of flavor.

But...he didn't want to cook for him anymore.

Alas, Yan Chuyang drooped his head and sank inwardly. Before the pain could subside, he suddenly heard the sound of water stinging, and the boy suddenly raised his head, only to see that the water in the noodle pot had boiled and overflowed. .

"no no no!"

Seeing that the noodles were also starting to roll off the lid of the pot, Yan Chuyang subconsciously reached out to pick them up. The hot noodles fell on the palm of his hand, and the burning sensation rushed to the tip of his heart.

"Ah!" The boy cried out in pain, quickly withdrew his hands and shook off the noodles, turned off the fire with his teeth bared, and took the pot down.

As soon as the fire was extinguished, the water in the pot bubbled up, and the water went down again, gradually returning to calm.

Yan Chuyang let out a long breath, shaking his burned palm with lingering fear.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly. If the noodles overflowed, the meal would be for nothing.

Turn on the faucet and let the cold water wash the wound on the palm several times. After the pain subsided a little, the boy turned to look at the pot.

As soon as the lid of the pot was opened, the smell of noodles came into the nose.

In fact... there is only the smell of noodles, there is not even a leaf of green vegetables in the pot, just white noodles.

While the pot was still hot, the boy turned around and grabbed a handful of green vegetable leaves from the cupboard. After washing them in the tap for a few times, he threw them into the pot and stirred them. He wanted to lay another egg, but it was getting late. , he really didn't want to start that dangerous fire again, so, simply, it was vegetable noodles.

It's also very good. There are vegetables and noodles, which are healthy and full.

After putting the seasonings such as oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar according to his heart, Yan Chuyang nodded in satisfaction, picked up the bowl next to him, and filled a full bowl for Wei Qing.

There are a lot of noodles under it, and after filling a bowl, there is still a half small pot.

The boy tentatively took one or two noodles out of the pot with chopsticks and put them into his mouth, wanting to taste them, but he spit them out with a bah sound as soon as he took a bite.

It's a bit sour, he seems to have put too much vinegar...