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"No entry?" After Sister Zhang left, Zhou Ye stood at the door of Rong Zhao's room, picked up the dishes on his hand, and looked at Rong Zhao who was blocking the door, "Please make way and borrow a kitchen for dinner .”

Rong Zhao looked down, and besides celery, there were also potatoes, tomatoes, green peppers, eggs, shallots, and a box of pork ribs.

Seeing that Rong Zhao's eyes moved slightly, Zhou Ye said, "Sweet and sour pork ribs, shredded pork with celery, shredded green pepper and potato, tomato and egg soup."

These few dishes were like a password to open the door with sesame seeds, and Zhou Ye was able to enter.

He put the vegetables in the sink, rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, and turned his head to look at the □□ tomato beef noodles on the stove: "Don't you have a bad stomach, you eat instant noodles every day?"

Rong Zhao didn't say a word, watching Zhou Ye skillfully wash and chop the vegetables, and quickly prepared the ingredients.

The range hood was not good. After cooking a few dishes, the room smelled of oily smoke. Rong Zhao was so choked that he stood up and coughed. Zhou Ye went to the bathroom and twisted a wet towel and handed it over: "Cover your nose and wait until the oily smoke clears." gone."

His movements are very mellow, as if this is not Rong Zhao's house, but his own.

Rong Zhao quietly looked at this anti-client person for a few seconds, and said calmly, "This is my foot towel."

"Ah," Zhou Ye didn't seem to believe it, and looked down at the snow-white foot towel, "I smelled it just now, and it smells good, so I thought it was for wiping my face."

Rong Zhao took his foot towel, glanced at the place touched by Zhou Ye's nose, turned around and threw it into the trash can.

The towel wiped his feet and touched Zhou Ye's nose, removing the intermediary of the towel, which was equivalent to putting the other person's nose directly on his feet to smell.

This made him feel very awkward, and his whole body was full of irritability.It's even more awkward than eating sliced ​​beef in the other party's bowl.

"What's the matter with you, my nose doesn't dislike your jio," Zhou Ye touched his handsome and noble nose bridge, and continued, "Your jio actually has the nerve to dislike my nose."

Zhou Ye curled his lips, put the prepared dishes on the table, looked up and saw Rong Zhao leaning against the window and playing with his mobile phone: "Master Rong, help me make a bowl."

While typing on the phone, Rong Zhao walked towards the cupboard, typed a few more words before putting away the phone, and soaked a pair of bowls and chopsticks in boiling water.

"Who are you chatting with?" Zhou Ye glanced at the WeChat chat interface on Rong Zhao's phone, "so chatting that I can't even think about eating."

Rong Zhao turned on the rice cooker, and the strong aroma of rice filled the room. He filled a bowl of rice made from authentic Northeast Wuchang rice, walked to the table and sat down.

"Why did you soak up a pair of bowls and chopsticks? How dare you let the guests who have worked so hard to cook for you starve to watch you eat?" Zhou Ye sat on the chair with crooked legs opposite Rong Zhao, shaking his wrapped around in front of Rong Zhao. The bandaged right hand, "is a guest, a leader, a friend, and the wounded."

Rong Zhao answered truthfully, "There is only one pair of bowls and chopsticks here."

Zhou Ye had already seen that Rong Zhao's kitchen was just a decoration, its main function was to cook instant noodles, and he even brought the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

It's just that he didn't expect that there was only one pair of bowls and chopsticks in his house.When most people buy tableware, they will prepare a few more sets.

There is only one pair of bowls and chopsticks here, and he is talking about here, not my house.

What a cold and persistent person.

Rong Zhao bowed his head and tasted the rice. It was warm and sweet, neither hard nor soft. The delicious food made him feel much better: "You can go out and ask Sister Zhang to borrow a pair of bowls and chopsticks. Her family has a large population and there will be extra."

"No," Zhou Ye said without hesitation, "I don't like to use tableware that other people have used."

Rong Zhao pushed his bowl and chopsticks towards Zhou Ye.

"That's so embarrassing." Zhou Ye said politely, while reaching out to grab Rong Zhao's bowl and take it to himself.

After three or five rounds, Rong Zhao won the victory, successfully kept his job, and sent a soul torture to the local government: "I mean, if you despise Sister Zhang, why don't you despise mine, why don't you despise the city bureau?" Those tableware that have been used countless times by different people in the cafeteria?"

Zhou Ye took it for granted, "The dishes and chopsticks in the cafeteria are all sterilized, and Sister Zhang is an outsider."

Zhou Ye didn't say anything else, and Rong Zhao didn't ask either.

Zhou Ye fixed his eyes on the only glass on the table. With Rong Zhao's permission, he filled a bowl of rice with the glass, took out a bucket of instant noodles, and took out the white plastic forks inside to use as chopsticks.

Zhou Ye's fork is good, even though his hands are bandaged, he is better than many people's chopsticks, basically Rong Zhao can take a look at the dishes he intends to pick up, and he can block the way and snatch them away.

Zhou Ye put the last piece of spare ribs he snatched in his glass, and smiled very proudly: "How about it, it's amazing."

Rong Zhao turned his head to pick up shredded potatoes from another plate, but Zhou Ye forked it away.

Zhou Ye never tired of asking again: "Is it serious?"

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye speechlessly, and patiently did not drop his chopsticks, pinned the bitch to the ground and beat him up, and said in a low voice, "Childish."

While enjoying the fruits of his labor, Zhou Ye slightly raised his eyebrows: "Is it so difficult to admit that I am better than you?"

Zhou Ye has a pair of standard peach blossom eyes, narrow and long, with slightly raised eye tails. Under the light, they are a bit hazy, as if drunk but not drunk.

He is holding a white porcelain bowl, he is holding a glass cup, both filled with rice, an old table, two chairs with crooked legs, an incandescent lamp, and a bouquet of roses lying on the table.

After the meal was finished, Rong Zhao cleaned up the dishes and stood by the sink to wash the dishes.

Zhou Ye leaned aside, glanced at the bandage on the back of his hand, smiled and said, "It's actually quite good to be a wounded person. You don't need to wash dishes and clothes, and you can enjoy the feeling of being served by others."

Rong Zhao put the washed bowl under the clear water and rinsed it. The water flowed quickly. He shook the bowl with his hands and turned his body.

"Naughty," Zhou Ye raised his hand, wiped the water on his face with his shirt sleeve, looked at Rong Zhao and said, "No wonder Director Qian and Wuduo Jinhua treat you so well, you are so cute, Officer Rong."

Rong Zhao washed the dishes, wiped his hands, picked up a bottle of hand cream on the cabinet, and applied it.

Zhou Ye also put it on when he saw it: "Rong Rong is really particular about people, and she still uses hand cream in summer, no wonder her skin is so good."

It looks more tender than a woman's hand, this sentence is said in my heart, if I really say it, I am afraid that the police officer will violently beat someone up.

"Help me paint some too."

Rong Zhao thought Zhou Ye was noisy, so he threw the hand cream on Zhou Ye: "Apply it yourself."

Rong Zhao's hand cream is not a cream, but a spray. Zhou Ye sprayed it on and rubbed it on his hands. It was refreshing and not greasy, very comfortable. Thinking about buying a bottle later, he looked at the bottle and said, "Why not? Brand information?"

"I made it myself," Rong Zhao picked up the phone and leaned against the window, knowing that Zhou Ye would continue to ask, so he simply answered by himself, "White vinegar, glycerin, and purified water are mixed in a ratio of 1:2:4."

Zhou Ye gave Rong Zhao a thumbs up: "Congratulations, you have evolved and you have learned to answer quickly."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye indifferently, it was the first time he saw such a boring person.

Zhou Ye doesn't look like a leader in front of Rong Zhao, and he doesn't mind if he looks like a leader. No one can shock Rong Zhao, he may be able to deal with you on the surface, but deep down in his heart, he doesn't Will take orders from anyone.

He is so lonely.

Rong Zhao suddenly remembered one thing: "How did you pay for the vegetables?" After all, the so-called homeless young master in front of him even bought the rice to condolence to his subordinates, all paid by his subordinates.

Zhou Ye walked up to Rong Zhao's side and leaned side by side with him by the window, leaving a gap between them. Zhou Ye said not very confidently: "I almost forgot to tell you, I am not far downstairs Bought from that grocery store."

Rong Zhao hummed: "I know that store." Although he doesn't buy vegetables, he often passes by, and he is familiar with the owner.

Zhou Ye: "So, I reported your name."

Rong Zhao: "..."

Zhou Ye: "Please go and pay when you have time. The total is 86 yuan, which is very auspicious."

Rong Zhao had to carefully calculate in his heart that all his deposits totaled 8 yuan, and he had spent a lot of money on preparations for the operation these days, leaving only more than 200 yuan, excluding those who bought rice and vegetables, and finally had 80 yuan left.

Zhou Ye's scalp was numb from being stared at by Rong Zhao, and he couldn't help shivering: "You, you, why are you looking at me like you look at a prodigal woman."

Rong Zhao was so manly that he didn't care about Zhou Ye.

"Your Alipay has received 1 million yuan."

An abrupt mobile phone notification sounded in this dilapidated rental room, and Zhou Ye picked up his mobile phone under Rong Zhao's murderous eyes.

He pressed the answer button calmly.

It was the captain of the police station who dealt with the fight today, and told Zhou Ye about the follow-up punishment for those troublemakers.

"Captain Xu said that if it is based on assaulting the police and sexual harassment, they can be locked up for several months longer." Zhou Ye hung up the phone, turned to Rong Zhao and said, "I rejected the box of sexual harassment."

Rong Zhao hummed: "Thank you." As Zhou Ye thought, he didn't want to be written in the case record like this.

Zhou Ye finally asked: "Do you feel sick? When they harass you."

Rong Zhao nodded, and truthfully replied, "Yes."

Zhou Ye paused for a moment and asked again: "Do you think homosexuals are disgusting or do you think scum is disgusting?"

Rong Zhao knew Zhou Ye's sexual orientation, and didn't want to say anything more on this issue. He lowered his head and turned on the phone screen, glanced at the time and said, "It's nine o'clock, you should go."

Zhou Ye got up from the window: "Okay, see you tomorrow."

Standing by the window, Rong Zhao watched Zhou Ye come out of the landlord's house, lit a cigarette at some point in his hand, and the cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, gradually walking away.

Rong Zhao tidied up the room, went to the bathroom and took a shower.

After coming out, I heard the landlord sister Zhang knock on his door: "Xiao Rong, don't you want such a good rose? If you don't want it, I will take it away?"

Rong Zhao said, "No more."

Sister Zhang's voice came in again: "I don't think this glass is broken. It's quite new. Why did you throw it away? Young people really don't know how to live. Xiao Rong, you..."

Rong Zhao interrupted Sister Zhang: "I don't want it either."

Sister Zhang was about to go downstairs cheerfully with her hands full, when she heard a "squeak" and the door opened behind her.

Rong Zhao glanced down at the rose in Sister Zhang's hand, and reached out to take it: "I want this one more."

The author has something to say: The ringtone of the mobile phone of the same reader: The article you are chasing has been updated with [-] million words, the car.

Zhou Ye: A mere [-] million words, neither tired nor tired.

Rong Zhao: Of course you are not tired, you are the one below.

Zhou Ye: Rongrong, wake up!

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