Don't mess with farmers

Xiao Yi turned around and opened the door and walked out first. He didn't explain too much to the furious Liu Jiawen, but said calmly: "Go and wait on the sofa, the dishes are not ready yet."

After a pause, he turned to Peng Xiaoyu and said, "Come with me to the kitchen, cut up the potatoes, and wash the vegetables."

"Okay, Brother Yi." Peng Xiaoyu nodded obediently.

"I'll go too." Liu Jiawen rolled up his sleeves and wanted to participate, and the lonely and widowed men might be making trouble in the kitchen.

Xiao Yi pinched his arm, pressed him on the sofa, and said without hesitation, "Daju, you should sit obediently, or the kitchen will be easily blown up by you."

"Don't look down on people." Liu Jiawen retorted, poking his neck.

Taking advantage of Peng Xiaoyu's inattention, Xiao Yi pinched Daju's cheek and said sharply, "Be obedient."

"..." Liu Jiawen touched the pinched face, wanting to fight back but didn't dare.

"Brother, just wait and wait. Brother Yi's cooking is delicious. You are a guest. How can you let guests into the kitchen? I'm right, brother Yi?" Peng Xiaoyu winked at Xiao Yi after speaking, In Liu Jiawen's eyes, it's no different from eye contact.

"Don't dawdle, come here and help me, or you won't be able to eat dinner." Xiao Yi became impatient, hooked his fingers at Peng Xiaoyu, and went into the kitchen by himself.

Peng Xiaoyu giggled, and hurriedly followed, and the two left Liu Jiawen alone in the living room.

After entering the kitchen, Peng Xiaoyu couldn't bear to be curious, and quietly asked: "Brother Yi, who is this handsome guy? From your company?"

Without raising his head, Xiao Yi replied calmly, "Didn't I tell you? He is Liu Jiawen."

"Hey, Brother Yi, you just called him Daju. It seems that you have a good relationship." Peng Xiaoyu said while washing the vegetables, "Is he very rich? I don't understand the clothes, but I don't understand the watch he wears." I see, Patek Philippe, if it is a genuine product, it must be at least 100 million, right?"

Xiao Yi's meat-cutting hand paused for a moment, and then he said, "Oh, really? What watch does he wear has nothing to do with me?"

"..." Peng Xiaoyu touched his nose, really confused about the relationship between these two people.

If you are not familiar with it, how could you bring someone home?And he also cooks himself. To be honest, he and Xiao Yi have lived together for so long, and this is the second time he has eaten the other's fried dishes. Usually, the two of them order takeaway or go out to eat, and Xiao Yi rarely shows off his cooking skills.

If you say they are very familiar, but also feel weird, the two lose their temper for no reason, and then reconcile inexplicably after a while, in short, he really can't understand it with his current IQ.

Peng Xiaoyu originally wanted to gossip a few more words, but seeing Xiao Yi's face getting colder, he didn't dare to talk nonsense.

Half an hour later, Xiao Yi was finally done. When he pushed open the kitchen door, he almost knocked down Liu Jiawen, who was lying on the crack of the door. Fortunately, he pulled back temporarily.

Liu Jiawen stabilized his body and looked embarrassed, so he would not admit that he was eavesdropping.

"Wash your hands and eat." Xiao Yi glanced at him lightly, and his tone couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

Liu Jiawen nodded, walked to the bathroom in disbelief, closed the door before he started cursing belatedly, shit, why do you have to be so obedient, besides, common sense like washing hands before meals still needs him. Po?

When Liu Jiawen came out of the bathroom, the dishes had already been placed on the dining table. Seeing that he was very enthusiastic, Peng Xiaoyu couldn't wait to wave his hands: "Jiawen, come, hurry up and eat the dishes. It smells delicious."

Jarvan?Xiao Yi raised his head and gave him a sideways glance, feeling upset, he had never called that before.

It didn't matter to Liu Jiawen, most of his friends called him that, and it sounded good to his ears.

Xiao Yi's dishes were really delicious, full of color and aroma, with a taste of home. Liu Jiawen swallowed unconsciously after sitting down, never expecting that the country bumpkin can pass the cooking skills.

"Drink, drink." Peng Xiaoyu became interested, lifted his buttocks, and went to the refrigerator to get a few cans of beer out.

"Can you drink?" Xiao Yi took the glass from Peng Xiaoyu and turned to ask Liu Jiawen beside him.

"Nonsense, of course." Liu Jiawen nodded sharply, jokingly, he is the third young master in the nightclub, and he has never drunk any kind of wine.

Xiao Yi chuckled, took a bottle of beer and opened it to him, saying, "Drink a bottle?"

"One bottle isn't enough to quench my thirst. Don't look down on me, country bumpkin. Come on, Fat Xiaoyu, right? If you don't get drunk tonight, you won't come home." Liu Jiawen picked up the wine glass and clinked glasses with Peng Xiaoyu, completely forgetting that he might be a rival in love. .

"Jiawen, my name is Peng Xiaoyu, and my surname is Peng. You can call me Xiaoyu. By the way, how old are you?" Peng Xiaoyu regained his familiarity, and subconsciously began to check his household registration again.

"I'm 27, how about you?" Liu Jiawen took a drink from his glass and answered very straightforwardly.

Peng Xiaoyu looked him up and down with wide-eyed eyes, and was a little surprised: "I can't tell, I thought you were similar to us, brother Yi and I are 23 years old, so I have to call you brother, it's too impolite to call you by name. "

Liu Jiawen was very happy to be praised as young, and said with a smile, "It's fine, you can call me Brother."

"Okay, brother Jiawen, let's have another drink." Peng Xiaoyu raised his glass to signal him, and then drank it in one gulp.

The two drank and chatted, getting along very happily, but the chef Xiao Yi at the side was completely ignored.

"Brother Yi, you can drink together too." Peng Xiaoyu had a conscience, and finally remembered that there was another person at the table.

"Hillbilly, you can't drink, right?" Liu Jiawen turned to look at him with a provocative expression.

Because of drinking several glasses of wine in a row, Liu Jiawen's face has gradually turned red, and it turned pink under the light. In addition, his skin is smooth, which makes people more attractive. Regardless of pinching his face.

"Brother Jiawen, don't say that, Brother Yi is a good drinker, he can drink a thousand cups." Peng Xiaoyu saw that the two people started to raise their eyebrows again, thinking that there was going to be another quarrel, so he hurriedly interrupted.

"A thousand cups won't pour?" Liu Jiawen tilted his head, obviously not believing it.

Xiao Yi got a cup by himself, put it to his mouth and took a sip, and said slowly: "Don't worry about me, I'll drink with you if you want to drink, don't drink if you don't want to drink, do whatever you want, you Just be happy."

你 高兴 就 好

你 高兴 就 好

as long as you are happy...

Liu Jiawen didn't hear anything, so he remembered the last sentence, oh my god!Did he have hallucinations when he was drunk? How could Xiao Yi say such things to him.

Liu Jiawen was holding the wine glass in a daze, not knowing how to react for a while, his appearance was really an enlarged version of the orange cat in Xiao Yi's eyes.

"Hey?" Peng Xiaoyu shook his hands between the two, and couldn't help but said, "Are you two eyeing each other?"

"Tell your sister." Liu Jiawen regained his composure, his face turned even redder from drinking, and he quickly turned his head to clink glasses with Peng Xiaoyu: "Come on, ignore him, let's have a drink."

Xiao Yi was ignored once again, and he couldn't control some strange emotions in his heart. Although he knew Peng Xiaoyu's personality well, a straight man who was straighter than a telephone pole, he would definitely not hit Liu Jiawen's idea, but for some reason, looking at the person in front of him The two people who had a happy chat still inevitably became irritated, especially Liu Jiawen who had a wanton smile on his face, and really wanted to pinch his face and warn him not to smile at other men.

Xiao Yi took a deep breath, picked up the cigarette case on the table, and walked towards the balcony.

Liu Jiawen and Peng Xiaoyu were drinking to their heart's content, and they didn't realize that there was one person missing from the table.

"Brother Yi went to smoke again? The addiction is strong enough." Peng Xiaoyu put down his glass, glanced at the balcony, and then said, "Brother Jiawen, why are you called Brother Yi? His nickname?"

"My exclusive name." Liu Jiawen continued in a low voice, "He's just a little bumpkin..."

"..." Peng Xiaoyu scratched his head, a little speechless.

In his eyes, Brother Yi's clothes are mainly casual. As for his appearance and temperament, he will be radiant wherever he goes, needless to say.

"You live with him every day?" Liu Jiawen looked around, feeling sour in his heart.

"That's right." Peng Xiaoyu nodded, "Actually, I just came to City A not long ago. We have been living together, and this house is rented."

"For rent?" Liu Jiawen's eyes widened, completely unable to understand the concept of renting a house.

"Yeah, what's so strange about this? The house price in city A is so high, who can afford it? We migrant workers, after saving some money, we still have to go back to our hometown." Peng Xiaoyu sighed, drank a glass of wine and continued: "Jiawen Brother, you should be quite rich, right? Of course, I have no other meaning, just curious, are you and Brother Yi colleagues?"

Liu Jiawen shook his head: "Who said we were colleagues?"

"Then...then how did you know each other?"

Liu Jiawen raised his eyebrows and said, "I've passed, I'm his creditor."

"Ahem..." Peng Xiaoyu accidentally choked, coughed and said, "Stop joking, how can there be a creditor like you..."

"..."

Liu Jiawen took a sip of wine depressed, he doesn't look like that?Is it because he was too gentle.

It's not gentle, it's cowardly.

Xiao Yi smoked a few cigarettes, and when he returned to the living room, there was no one at the dining table. In a blink of an eye, he saw two people nestled on the sofa playing games with their mobile phones, and there were still several bottles of wine on the coffee table.

"Brother Jiawen, your operation is really amazing, take me flying quickly."

"This hasn't really shown my strength yet. Last time I swept two teams by myself."

"Wow! That's too powerful. It's awesome. I can't do it. I get headshots in singles."

Typically one would brag and the other would praise, Xiao Yi walked over and kicked Peng Xiaoyu's calf, and said displeasedly, "Have you finished your meal?"

"It's over, it's over." Peng Xiaoyu didn't lift his head, pressed his hand on the screen vigorously, and said politely: "Brother Yi, why don't you register an account and play together."

Xiao Yi shook his head and refused: "I don't like to play."

Liu Jiawen glanced up at him, then approached Peng Xiaoyu and said in a low voice, "What am I talking about, old-fashioned, out of date."

Xiao Yi laughed, not knowing whether he really wanted to laugh or out of anger, he sat down beside Liu Jiawen with his long legs, stretched out his hand to his waist and pinched him hard, then whispered in his ear: " Daju, did I give you some sunshine?"

Liu Jiawen was so shocked by his pinch that he almost jumped up, and quickly turned his head to look at Peng Xiaoyu. Fortunately, the other party's eyes were glued to the phone screen, and he had no time to talk to them.

"Don't play anymore." Liu Jiawen couldn't take it anymore, he kept blowing into his ear, and threw the phone on the coffee table with a blushing face.

"Come on, brother Jiawen, how can you stop playing if you don't want to play?" Peng Xiaoyu was not happy, he was playing to the fullest, so he couldn't hang up.

Liu Jiawen's face was full of anger, he turned his head and gave Xiao Yi a hard look, and said through gritted teeth, "Suddenly I'm not in the mood, I was ruined by someone."

Hearing this, Peng Xiaoyu raised his head, his eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them, yes!And inexplicably angry, these two people are really strange.

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