I'm stealing the male god's cat every day

The atmosphere in the corridor suddenly became extremely awkward.

Ruan Ming hid the takeaway behind his back as if stealing the bell, and blessed Xia Fengqiao not to see it.

Xia Fengqiao just reminded him this morning, and he ordered takeaway again in the evening.

Anyone else would be unhappy...

Naturally, his deception cannot escape Xia Fengqiao's eyes.

"Order takeout again?"

Ruan Ming's heart trembled, and he lowered his head in shame: "qaq I'm sorry."

The child admitted his mistakes so fast that Xia Fengqiao was too embarrassed to teach him anything.

"..."

The expected inquiry did not come, Ruan Ming raised his head and explained cautiously.

"I don't have any ingredients at home, so I will eat my last meal today, and I promise not to order takeaway tomorrow."

"I will pay attention to food safety."

Xia Fengqiao raised his eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help pursing the corners of his lips.

For some reason, Ruan Ming acted like a student who made a mistake in front of him every time.

People can't help but want to reach out and pat his head.

His hair looks very soft, I don't know if it's good to touch...

Xia Fengqiao restrained the urge to raise his hand.

"Can you cook?"

"Ah?" Ruan Ming was stunned for a moment, then nodded tentatively after a while: "Yes... a little."

"Oh?" Xia Fengqiao obviously didn't believe it.

Ruan Ming was a little unconvinced: "Tomato scrambled eggs are still available!"

He straightened his chest, and his tone was a little proud, like a child begging for praise.

"..." Xia Fengqiao couldn't hold back, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"Since you have supper, I'll take it back."

He raised his hand, intentionally in front of Ruan Ming, took out the pink-blue lunch box and put it back in the bag.

Ruan Ming's eyes widened.

Xia Fengqiao turned to leave.

Before he took a step, a white finger grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"..."

The beautiful round eyes looked over, and there was a little pleading in the eyes, like a little animal lying on the ground with its belly exposed, showing weakness to him obediently.

"?" Xia Fengqiao raised his eyebrows lightly.

Ruan Ming's cheeks gradually turned pink, he opened his mouth, his voice was so soft that he couldn't hear it.

"want to."

"what do you want?"

"..." Ruan Ming pointed to the lunch box in his hand.

Xia Fengqiao turned around: "Then what about your takeaway? Can you finish it?"

Can't finish it.

Ruan Ming looked down at the plastic bag in his hand, never regretted it so much.

Woohoo, I knew he shouldn't have ordered this takeaway on a fluke basis.

Now that Xia Fengqiao caught him straight, he still missed the meal Xia Fengqiao gave him.

Too bad.

The child in front of him gradually lowered his head, and the mood of mourning almost came out from the top of his head.

The finger holding the corner of the clothes loosened a little bit.

Ruan Ming stared at the lunch box in Xia Fengqiao's hand with eager eyes.

"Then take it back."

That look was like giving up a box of gold bars.

Xia Fengqiao's Qingjun eyebrows and eyes were stained with a faint smile: "Haven't you ever thought about throwing away the takeaway?"

"Ah?" Ruan Ming was stunned for a second, with a perplexed expression on his face: "That's too wasteful."

"Pfft." Xia Fengqiao raised his hand to hide the smile on his lips.

Slender and broad palms stretched out.

The powder blue lunch box was handed to him.

"?!" Ruan Ming's heart was filled with the joy of finding something lost: "Give it to me?"

Xia Fengqiao nodded: "Take it, put it in the refrigerator, heat it up in the microwave tomorrow and eat it."

"Yeah!" A bright smile appeared on Ruan Ming's face.

As if he was afraid that Xia Fengqiao would repent, he quickly hugged the lunch box in his arms.

Don't forget to look up and say "thank you" obediently.

Seeing him so happy, Xia Fengqiao couldn't help being infected by his emotions.

"You don't need to thank me, my mother gave it to you, and said she wanted to thank you for the painting she drew."

Ruan Ming: "...Huh?"

His eyes lit up little by little.

This morning, Xia Fengqiao gave him breakfast because of the painting, and in the evening Xia's mother gave him dinner because of the painting.

Is there any benefit to painting?

I can draw every day!

If he drew a picture of Xia Fengqiao every day, would Xia Fengqiao bring him meals every day? !

No matter how you think about it, it’s not a loss!

On the dining table, the lunch box was lifted to reveal the food inside.

A total of six dishes were placed in each grid by category, and each dish exuded a tangy fragrance.

Ruan Ming couldn't help swallowing.

Today is so happy. In the morning, there are pancakes and soy milk from Xia Fengqiao, and in the evening, there are dishes made by Xia's mother herself!

It's almost unreal to be happy.

The takeaway was quickly thrown aside, and Ruan Ming ate the food one bite at a time.

After eating, Ruan Ming rubbed his chubby stomach, sat on the sofa to eat for a while, and then got up to wash the lunch box.

After drying the lunch box and putting it away, he turned his head back to the computer.

The Penguin on the computer is flashing.

Click to open.

It was a message from Tangtang half an hour ago.

Natural Pigeon Farm (3)

Tangtang: Mingming, our mentor's birthday is next week, and the brothers and sisters in the office plan to buy him a birthday present tomorrow, do you plan to have some surprises too?

Ruan Ming was a little moved.

When Tangtang mentioned it before, he was still a little worried that his relationship with Xia Fengqiao was not close, and it would be strange to rashly prepare a birthday present.

but……

Ruan Ming opened the book on the table, revealing the notes that he had read countless times.

He reached out and touched the ragged edge of the note.

Xia Fengqiao had already brought him breakfast, so it wouldn't be too much for him to give him a birthday present.

Ran Ming: Then what do you think... a birthday present would be better.

Ruan Ming has been shy since he was a child, and he has few friends, so he seldom gives gifts to others.

Facing Xia Fengqiao at this time, he didn't even know what to do.

Ran Ming: How about I draw a picture for him.

One word stirred up a thousand waves.

Tangtang: I have sent paintings last time, but this time it seems more sincere to give something else.

Xiao Xiao: Mingming, you are chasing people, you need to be a little new!

Tangtang: Exactly, and your last drawing was so good, can you guarantee that you can still draw at that level?

Tangtang: If you can't draw it well, he will definitely think that you are perfunctory and not serious.

There is... makes sense.

Ruan Ming hesitated.

The painting he drew for Xia Fengqiao last time is already the best one he has painted recently.Now even if he is asked to paint again, he may not be able to find such a good feel.

Ruan Ming hesitated and typed.

Ran Ming: But... I seem to know nothing but painting.

The two people in the group began to come up with ideas.

manual?

will not.

Woven scarves?

Neither will it.

……

Xiao Xiao: Why don't you just bake it and make a birthday cake for him, it's so romantic.

Tangtang: It can be baked!I remember that there is a cake shop in front of the school, and you can ask someone to guide you, so you don’t have to worry about learning.

Make a birthday cake for him...

Ruan Ming made up his mind, and his heart was moved.

Dye Ming: Well, that’s it.

Dye Ming: Tangtang, please send me the address of the cake shop, and I will ask in a few days.

A string of addresses will be sent in the message box soon.

Ruan Ming saved the screenshot, thinking silently in his heart.

You can't go wrong with a birthday cake, but...

Perhaps, he can find an opportunity to ask Xia Fengqiao what he likes.

If you can give him something he likes, it must be better.

The next day, Ruan Ming got up early.

Hearing the muffled sound of closing the door next door, he hastily opened the door.

As soon as Xia Fengqiao closed the door, when he turned his head, he saw a small head protruding from the crack of the opposite door.

Seeing that the door was Xia Fengqiao, Ruan Ming's eyes lit up slightly. He opened the door and handed out the pink-blue lunch box in his hand.

"I'll return the lunch box to you. Remember to thank Auntie for me. The dishes she cooks are very delicious!"

Xia Fengqiao looked up at him.

The boy's eyes were clear, and the morning sun reflected in his dark pupils.

He had obviously washed, his clothes were neat and tidy, and he looked like he had been up for a while.

Thinking of a certain bear pajamas she saw before, Xia Fengqiao couldn't help but hook her lips.

"Get up so early, just to give me the lunch box?"

Ruan Ming was stunned for a second: "...Yes."

If others kindly gave him food, he couldn't treat the lunch box as his own, he would definitely have to return it.

A momentary smile flashed across Xia Fengqiao's eyes. He took the lunch box and asked, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Ruan Ming shook his head: "Not yet."

"Then let's go." The corners of Xia Fengqiao's lips twitched slightly: "Come and have breakfast with me."

Ruan Ming: "!"