Tell you to turn backwards?

Meng Ze's patience was worn out when he was helping Wu Shifeng download the software, and it seemed a long time ago that he had dinner at someone else's house. He stood up slowly and interrupted the dispute between the two.

"Let's go." He stepped over Wu Shifeng's papers scattered on the ground without expression.

"Don't go, handsome boy, my brother's cooking is delicious." Wu Qingying said politely, "Stay here for dinner before leaving. That's all."

Meng Ze turned his head politely, and then his gaze came into contact with Wu Qingying's face. Her facial features were very similar to Wu Shifeng's, but softer. After applying a little makeup, she was quite eye-catching at first glance.

There is a small mole on the corner of her mouth, which is quite in place, so it is the embellishment of the whole face.

The scene in front of him overlapped with the distorted and blurred images, and Meng Ze recalled some of the past that had disappeared long ago—helping him with his summer homework while scolding him, giving him the best taste of the three-color ice cream, When his father lost his mind and beat him to protect him...it was a thin and small body, and it was the only...softness in his memory of that dark scene.

Now, he caught some absurd and nonsensical reunion after a long absence on someone else's face that somewhat resembled her.

"Little handsome guy? Don't be so indifferent, stay here for dinner." Wu Qingying repeated.

Wu Shifeng thought he knew Meng Ze very well, so he walked over and said, "Okay sister, don't make things difficult for Meng Ze, he is..."

Meng Ze slapped him in the face for a second: "Okay."

Wu Shifeng: ...

Wu Shifeng was still cooking in the kitchen. Wu Qingying carried her cat out of the nest. The little female cat struggled in her arms and jumped down again. ... What's the use of me raising you so round?"

The white-haired little female cat strolled to the kitchen and rolled around under Wu Shifeng's feet. When Wu Shifeng was happy, he found a small dried fish from the iron box above the refrigerator and fed it: "Only one."

As he spoke, he yelled outside: "Wu Qingying, go pour cat food for Fa Cai."

Wu Qingying in another room replied: "You tell this little white-eyed cat, Fa Cai, that an ungrateful cat is not worthy of cat food."

That's what she said, but her servility still drove her to pour cat food for Fa Cai without complaint.

Fa Cai took a small dried fish in his mouth and sneaked into this room that was as messy as a storage room and could barely be called a living room. His turquoise green pupils collided with Meng Ze's indifferent eyes. Was it a stranger? After ten seconds, he lay shamelessly in Meng Ze's arms and didn't move.

Wu Qingying who just poured the cat food: ...

Meng Ze: ...

Wu Qingying angrily piled the poured cat food on the ground, and then poked Fa Cai's head lightly: "Why did I raise such a wandering cat like you? When you see a man, post it, my God, you still put your Your belly is exposed to others, what about your face, get rich?"

Fa Cai turned over, licked the hair on his hand very docilely, and then turned to Meng Ze, trying his best to give him a soft "meow" in the most foul manner.Meng Ze looked at it happily, so he scratched its chin with his hands.

"Brother, Wu Shifeng, come and take care of this flamboyant Fa Cai!" Wu Qingying said as she rushed to hug Fa Cai, "Come on, beautiful young lady, I will hug you, and I will feed you."

As she spoke, she drove Meng Ze to the kitchen: "Go to the kitchen and play with Wu Shifeng. Fa Cai, a dead cat, will turn into a plaster when it sees a beautiful man. If you hold it again, you can only let it hang on your body tonight." Brought it home."

Meng Ze had nowhere to go, so he could only lean against the doorframe of the kitchen in a daze. Wu Shifeng, who was cooking, was inevitably distracted. According to the "Snail Girl Incident" and Meng Ze's door-to-door delivery of homework, he even made a plan to stay and eat. Dinner is something that doesn't suit his personality.

He sneaked another glance back, thinking tangledly—does he like me?

"Cook well." Meng Ze took out a toffee from his pocket and wrote lightly.

Wu Shifeng was stunned by his sudden sound, thinking that I haven't looked at him a few times, is it because I'm too sensitive or is there something wrong with him?Wu Shifeng saw Meng Ze behind him through the reflection of the glass cabinet, and Meng Ze on the cabinet seemed to be looking at him as well.

Wu Shifeng straightened his back in an instant, and then his heart was beating fast, and his mind was full-he was looking at me, he was looking at me, he was looking at me!

On the top of my blood, I suddenly thought with melancholy——Damn, this pajamas can't accentuate my figure at all.

And Meng Ze just felt that this guy was off his nerves, and he could cook a dish that could be wild and elegant at times.

"Wu Goufeng, I'm on vacation today." A little boy who looked less than 1.6 meters tall but weighed over [-] opened the door and came in. When he saw a stranger in the kitchen, he made himself cheap His smile was suppressed.

"Wu Gou Lan, you can call Gou Feng? You have no manners at all." The implication is that there are guests at home, so save your brother some face.

Wu Shifeng laughed and laughed, then turned to explain to Meng Ze: "My brother is the ugliest in the whole family."

Meng Ze seldom saves face for others, and language aesthetics may have been dead since he was born. He replied unhurriedly: "I think your parents can go back to the hospital where you gave birth. Is there any reason? A precedent for inadvertently mistaking a child."

Wu Shifeng wiped his hands on the apron: "Hahahaha, your brother Mengze is right."

Wu Shilan: ...

Meng Ze looked at his family's situation calmly, and found that he couldn't find any other words to describe it except poor, and there were three children in the whole family. According to family planning, it was undoubtedly a super birth.

But despite being in such a cramped environment, Meng Ze was still a little envious of the fact that children were called by names regardless of their age.

Wu Shifeng's craftsmanship is really good, at least for Meng Ze who often eats dishes that grandma forgot to put in the seasoning.Wu Shifeng is still very confident in his cooking skills: "I don't brag or brag, the whole family can eat the food I cook. My mother works in the factory and comes home at night. The children in our family are all cooked by me. Big salty ones."

"You can put it down, you can cook a la carte and think you are a Michelin eight-star chef? Sis, I just don't want to do it. If I do, I'm afraid that you don't want to eat food made outside."

Wu Shifeng: "The kitchen killer is not qualified to pretend."

Wu Qingying didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she just asked Meng Ze for nothing to talk to: "Little handsome guy, what's your name?"

Meng Ze got into the habit of not talking when eating, so he gave full play to his specialty of pretending to be deaf and didn't answer her.

Wu Shifeng opened his mouth to ease the embarrassment: "Meng Ze, Mencius's Meng, Ze of Three Points of Water. Sister, he doesn't like to talk, so don't keep asking him questions."

"Oh, very introverted."

Meng Ze, who talked about running the train without stopping, was wronged. At most, he was impatient to talk to people.

"Are you the only child?" Wu Qingying didn't listen to Wu Shifeng's words at all, and patted Wu Shilan's head while asking, "Eat when you eat, and turn off the game for me."

Meng Ze spoke this time: "It wasn't before, but it is now."

Wu Shifeng and Wu Qingying looked at each other, and then stopped talking.

But at this time Wu Shilan asked without thinking: "What is it before, but not now?"

"Stupid, shutup." Wu Shifeng patted Wu Shilan's head, "Has your IQ been eaten by dogs?"

Wu Shilan hadn't reacted yet: "Damn it, why are you scolding me?"

Meng Ze slightly hooked the corners of his lips, as if he didn't care about this matter: "I used to have an older sister, but it was gone when I was young."

The more he downplayed it, the more frightened Wu Shifeng was. He had just recovered from the entangled thought of "Meng Ze might like me", and now he was thinking about his life experience.

The three brothers and sisters of the Wu family all shut up, and they ate in an unusually silent meal, until Meng Ze stopped chopsticks and said politely: "Thank you for your hospitality."

Wu Shifeng also stopped chopsticks and got up: "I'll see you off, where is your home?"

Meng Ze: "It's far away, thank you for your kindness, but I'm worried that you will die suddenly from exhaustion by riding the bicycle, so let's go."

Wu Shifeng chased after him and followed him, hesitating for a moment and then said: "Do you have any important plans for the seven-day holiday?"

"Yes." Meng Ze replied as he walked, "What do you want?"

"That's it." Wu Shifeng stroked his hair, "It's nothing, then if you have nothing to do during the holidays, you can come to my house to find me, or you can call me, hey, would you give me your QQ number? If you don't want to , just open the note on the phone, and I will write down my QQ number and phone number for you."

Meng Ze glanced at him helplessly, this was the first time he encountered this style of forced buying and selling.

Maybe because he thought Wu Shifeng was annoying, Meng Ze stretched out his hand to him by accident: "Here."

"what?"

"Mobile phone, don't you want to add friends?"

Wu Shifeng passed the phone over in a daze, and for the little girls at the same table who liked him who was competing with him for the Duancao position, he personally... exploded into fireworks.

After adding QQ, Meng Ze, who was sitting on the electric car and was about to go home, took out his mobile phone, and saw that there was an idiot in the empty list. The academic problem in his heart has become a thorn in vain—why should I add him?

On this academic question, it was not until Meng Ze opened the door of his room and lay down on the bed that he came up with a point of view, and he firmly believed in it.

"It's the so-called lack of hands and soft mouth when eating people. I'm embarrassed to refuse after eating from his family's food. This is the normal state of people." Meng Ze got up from the bed again and sat in front of the century-old desk. Everything above has not been changed.

On 25/9, I had dinner at Wu Shifeng's house. His sister...was very similar to her sister.

Also, maybe Wu Shifeng wasn't that annoying.

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