Those who like to cook are good people

Yan Heng went home and studied for a long time, and found that there was only one option to delete all messages and manually delete one by one, and he didn't want to delete Wu Ci's messages.So I sat in front of the computer desk and deleted seriously for an hour.

After finishing these, I took a shower and came out to find that it was almost ten o'clock.Yan Heng opened his schoolbag and looked at it, and found that he still had a lot of homework today.The Chinese old man arranged a composition, and there were a few more pages in mathematics.Yan Heng scratched his head, checked and found that Wu Ci's QQ was online, so he sent a message: "I won't accept my biology homework tomorrow?"

After a while, I received a reply: "No. Homework will be handed in on time tomorrow."

Yan Heng lay on the table, and continued to reply the message: "Excuse me, I can't finish my homework. Will you eat maocai tomorrow?"

Wu Ci laughed when he saw the news. It's only ten o'clock, and he finished writing anyway, and he still made excuses for being lazy.After thinking about it, I replied: "You can't eat Maocai if you have a cold."

Yan Heng continued to reply: "Then please drink casserole porridge, that's all."

After sending the message, Yan Heng locked the phone screen, his appearance was reflected in the black screen, and Yan Heng found himself still smiling.

Not promising, Yan Heng spurned himself in his heart.

Yan Heng did not hand in his biology homework the next day. Wu Ci glanced at him, and carried the homework upstairs without saying anything.Yan Heng's name was not recorded on the list either.

On the contrary, Wu Ci still felt that Yan Heng was fidgeting in class, and he didn't even sleep in class.Could it be the first time he didn't hand in his homework?Wu Ci thought for a while, and it seemed that he was not included in the name of every homework assignment.

After class, Wu Ci turned around and was about to speak, but Yan Heng said first: "Go to have porridge at noon or after school at night?"

Wu Ci was taken aback for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he seemed to have said yesterday that he would treat himself to porridge.There are only two classes this afternoon, so I said, "Let's go tonight."

Yan Heng nodded.Wu Ci said, "I didn't remember your name, don't worry." After speaking, he smiled.

"Oh." Yan Heng snorted.It's not because this matter is tense.

In the end, Wu Ci still didn't drink the porridge casserole, and Yan Heng stood with him in front of the rolling gate of the porridge casserole.The disappointment in my stomach went all the way to my nerves.

Wu Ci sighed: "Let's go, let's go back."

Seeing his disappointment, Yan Heng said, "What do you want to eat?"

Wu Ci coughed twice and said, "I have no appetite for a cold." Because his throat was a little hoarse due to a cold, Yan Heng felt a little itchy when he heard his voice, as if someone was scratching him.

"When you recover from your cold on Saturday, take you to eat oysters?" Yan Heng asked.

Wu Ci immediately looked at him with bright eyes, nodded and said, "Okay, okay." Suddenly, he remembered that the oysters that a young master like Yan Heng talked about would not be the kind of oysters that are eaten raw.Wu Ci felt a little embarrassed, if it was that kind, it would be really hard for him.

Asked: "Charcoal grilled?"

"En." Yan Heng raised his eyebrows and asked: "Do you want to eat that kind of raw? It's not impossible"

"No, no, no." Wu Ci hurriedly waved his hand.

Yan Heng's house is not very far from Wu Ci's house, and they can still cross the same road.The two walked side by side on the road.

Wu Ci felt a little embarrassed because he had nothing to say. Every time he went home alone, it was a bit uncomfortable to walk with others suddenly.

Suddenly seeing someone picking up tofu nao, Wu Ci said to Yan Heng to wait a moment, then ran up to buy two cups.

Seeing him come back with two cups full of tofu filled with sugar, Yan Heng reached out to take a cup.

"Is it sweet?" Yan Heng asked.

Wu Ci looked at him a little strangely: "Do you eat salty food?"

Yan Heng hummed, but took a large spoonful and put it into his mouth.

Sweet and cool feeling.not bad.Yan Heng raised his eyebrows and ate another spoonful.

"The taste is not bad." Wu Ci smiled and looked at him while biting the plastic spoon.

Yan Heng looked at him and said, "Well, it tastes good."