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After get off work that day, Mu Song went back to the Nanshan apartment. Usually he would not go to the Nanshan apartment so early. Usually it was after the Lantern Festival, and his aunt would not come back until after the Lantern Festival. Maybe it was because he met Qin Yu when he went out in the morning. Those eyes made Mu Song's mood fluctuate throughout the day.

When he opened the door, Mu Song felt the cold first. City H is a northern city, and it is very cold during Chinese New Year, while the temperature inside and outside the apartment in Nanshan is almost the same temperature. After realizing it, he came here on a whim, and he didn't inform Qin Liang before he came. At this moment, he was really not sure whether Qin Liang was there.

Just as he was about to leave, Qin Liang came down from upstairs when he heard the door being opened. He was wearing a black loose sweater, black sports trousers, his thin collarbone was outside, and his eyes were calmly looking at Mu Song. Seeing Mu Song coming in, Qin Liang's eyelids drooped. When he opened his eyes again, Mu Song saw him walking towards him with a smile, and shouted: "Mr. Mu."

Mu Song changed his shoes and walked in, picked up the remote control of the air conditioner to increase the temperature, and then turned to look at him: "Didn't you go back for the New Year?"

"I've never spent the New Year at Qin's family," Qin Liang replied without changing his expression, "Otherwise, Mr. Mu would not have known me."

Mu Song thought to himself, no wonder, the Mu family and the Qin family live close together, and they also have business contacts. The villa that Lin Yunlan liked at the beginning, which is now the Qin family house, was given to Qin Lie by Mu Song. During the Chinese New Year, the Qin and Mu families would visit each other every year. Mu Song would not know Qin Liang at the club, but should have known each other a long time ago. Although he had heard that Qin Lie had an ex-wife and child, Mu Song had never seen him.

As for negotiating business with people after meeting, Mu Song didn't think it was a big deal, after all, it was a fair deal between them willingly.

"Have you eaten yet?" Mu Song took off his coat and asked casually. His purpose of coming here is very simple, and this sentence is just a simple greeting. He just felt that he was too eager to get straight to the point. , so a few pleasantries are needed before we start.

"No." Qin Liang rubbed his belly, said with a smile, "Auntie isn't here, I don't know how to cook."

Mu Song was surprised by Qin Liang's answer, he thought it was so late, Qin Liang should have dinner, now it's almost ten o'clock.

"I'm going to cook something to eat." Qin Liang thought for a while and walked towards the kitchen: "But Mr. Mu, you have to wait for me for a while. I'll be soon. Are you going to the study to process the documents? I think you can go to the study to process the documents .”

Mu Song took a look at Qin Liang's back and went upstairs to take a shower and change clothes. When he got down, he saw the person at the dining table eating a bowl of something green that he didn't know what it was. Mu Song glanced at it. , very surprised, there is a handful of vegetable leaves, Chinese cabbage, small cabbage, spinach, etc. mixed together, it was cut a few times by a knife, and it was cooked until it was not cooked, but the person who ate it didn't think there was anything wrong. Seriously eating with chopsticks, Mu Song still couldn't hold back and said, "You just eat this?"

"Yes," Qin Liang nodded.

Mu Song walked to the refrigerator and opened the refrigerator. It was basically empty except for eggs and some meat, but it still looked a little messy, as if it was caused by someone taking things at random and not tidying them up. He glanced at the kitchen garbage bag again. Some dried vegetable leaves left in the bag, Mu Song asked: "Do you eat this for a few days?"

Qin Liang raised his head, looked at Mu Song, and said, "Yes."

For no reason, Mu Song recalled the scene of having dinner with Qin Liang when he returned to the Nanshan apartment some time ago. This person ate very little, and he was never picky about what to eat. Duan took the miscellaneous vegetable soup and threw it away: "With your living ability and your non-choosy mouth, you are really adapted to living alone."

Holding the chopsticks, Qin Liang turned his head, feeling dazed for a moment, not knowing how to face the current situation.

Mu Song took out two eggs from the refrigerator, knocked them skillfully into a bowl, broke them up for later use, took another bowl, poured warm water on it, sprinkled a little salt on it, waited for the salt to fall off, and poured warm water slowly Put it into the bowl of egg liquid, stir well, then pour water into the steamer, put the bowl on it, and cover it.

Qin Liang blinked, walked to Mu Song's side, and stared at the eggs in the steamer.

"Steamed eggs, soon," Mu Song said, "Go to the refrigerator and get two scallions."

Qin Liang turned around and passed the scallions to Mu Song. Mu Song held the two scallions in his hand, a little dumbfounded: "You really don't know how to cook at all, and I told you to take two, but you really took two. root."

"Isn't it enough?" Qin Liang murmured, looking like he was about to turn around and go to the refrigerator again. Mu Song grabbed his clothes and said, "Two sticks, just two sticks, and a bowl of steamed eggs won't cost much." Wash the shallots and chop them finely.

From the kitchen came the sound of a kitchen knife falling on the chopping board, with a clear sense of rhythm, which slowly warmed up the originally cold apartment—maybe it should not be said that the apartment became hot because of the air conditioner, but The sound of chopping green onions in the kitchen in the middle of the night probably made it feel a bit like the warmth of an ordinary family late at night.

Qin Liang stared at Mu Song's movements intently. He didn't blink, as if he wanted to remember Mu Song's steps, remember how he beat the eggs, how he cut the green onions, how he took the steamed eggs out of the steamer, How to cut with a small spoon, how to adjust the sauce, how to sprinkle chopped green onion.

Like an apprentice who steals a teacher.

Still an apprentice holding chopsticks in his hand.

"Will you be full just by looking at it?" Mu Song poured cold water over the bowl, and the temperature of the steamed egg became just right. Mu Song put it on the dining table and said, "Come and eat, I finally cooked."

Qin Liang followed behind Mu Song step by step. Hearing what he said, he quickly sat down, put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up the spoon and took a sip impatiently. It was delicate, smooth and melted in the mouth—these are not adjectives for Qin Liang. , he doesn't have so many adjectives, he is very monotonous to all the adjectives in this world now.But these eight characters are indeed the taste of this bowl of steamed eggs. Qin Liang just thinks it is delicious. It is the first time he thinks food is delicious when he grows up.

Probably because it was the first time someone made it just for him.

Qin Liang ate very quickly, there wasn't much in a bowl of steamed eggs, he finished it after a few bites, and even scraped off the egg foam around the bowl.

"So hungry?" Mu Song washed his hands, and the bowl was empty: "But don't eat too much at night, it's easy to accumulate food."

"Well," Qin Liang hugged the bowl, as if reminiscing. After a while, he said, "Will you make this for me in the future? Steamed eggs."

Mu Song thought for a while: "It depends on my mood. I know how to steam eggs. I have learned it for a long time. Although I seem to be proficient, it will be annoying if I do too much."

"It's okay." Qin Liang seemed in a good mood. He took the bowl to the kitchen and put it in the dishwasher, and said with a smile, "It's very delicious. You can cook it once in a while. I won't eat steamed rice every day." Egg."

Although Qin Liang really wanted to eat every day just now, he understood that it was surprising that someone like Mu Song could cook, so how could he do it every day, besides, this person would not be by his side every day.

Qin Liang was very enthusiastic that night. For the first time in the new year, both of them seemed to be enjoying themselves very much. Although they still couldn't see each other's eyes, the corners of Mu Song's mouth were still hooked after the end. The rhythm of Qin Liang's fingers under the quilt touching the sheets was like the frequency of chopping onions in the kitchen a few hours ago.

The happy beginning gave both of them a happy start this year. Mu Song spent more time staying at the Nanshan Apartment. Although the aunt has come back, every time he comes, if time permits, Qin Liang will look at it with a smile on his face. Mu Song gently tugged at his sleeve and said, "Mr. Mu, I want to eat steamed eggs."

And eight out of ten times Mu Song would agree.

Mu Song is not a warm person, and the gentle preparation of steaming eggs for his bed partner has never happened before. Qin Liang is not the first person to eat his steamed eggs, but the first one to eat them. To the object of Mu Song's steamed eggs.

Coincidentally, the first person to eat Mu Song's steamed eggs was also surnamed Qin, named Qin Yu.

Mu Song was still wearing a shirt. He rolled the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, and his arm with an expensive watch was cutting green onions rhythmically with a kitchen knife. Qin Liang stood at the door and looked at him, his eyes fixed like the first time. .

Mu Song turned around after cutting, met Qin Liang's impatient gaze, and smiled unconsciously. He thought that although the eyes were different, the expectant eyes were very similar.

This bowl of steamed eggs is for Qin Yuxue.

Mu Song and Qin Lie are good friends, but the difference in grades between the two is more than ten years. When Qin Yu was born, Mu Song was just in his early twenties. At that time, Qin Lie often invited Mu Song to the Qin family. Mu Song watched Qin Yu grow up. He was having dinner at Qin's house that day. Qin Yu had a quarrel with his parents and refused to eat in anger. Then he got hungry in the middle of the night and secretly went to the kitchen to look for food. Mu Song who went downstairs to drink water Song met.

Qin Yu, who was just a few years old, already had self-esteem and felt very embarrassed. Standing at the door of the kitchen, he wanted to cry or not. It was easy to explain, as if he had bullied his son, Mu Song could only go up to comfort him. Qin Yu was hungry and wronged, so he threw himself into Mu Song's arms, sobbing and saying that he wanted to eat steamed eggs.

Mu Song could only do it while checking his phone. When he put the eggs on the pot to steam, when he turned his head, there was a little bun with big eyes looking expectantly.

Mu Song made steamed eggs for Qin Yu many times, until he grew up, he no longer liked to act like a baby, no longer joked with himself, and no longer liked to eat steamed eggs.

After that, Mu Song basically never did it. At that time, he thought about it, and he probably won't have the chance to do it again in this life.

This year, an exception was made. Mu Song made it for Qin Liang many times. This person seemed to never get tired of eating. Almost every time he saw him, he said he wanted to eat.

Every time Mu Song finished cooking for him, seeing Qin Liang eating very seriously, he would always think, although he was very confident that his steamed eggs tasted good, but did Qin Liang really have too low requirements for food? Is it to eat the same thing and not get tired of eating it for half a year?

In the summer, when Liu Dongjun called again after a long absence, Qin Liang was in a daze when he saw the call while sitting on the sofa. This time, the time interval really passed for a long time, and Qin Liang felt that he had almost forgotten about Liu Dongjun.

"Why didn't you answer?" Mu Song sat next to him with a laptop on his lap, heard the ringing for a long time, and looked up at him.

"Liu Dongjun's call," Qin Liang said, "It should be calling me to play."

Mu Song put the computer on the coffee table beside him, reached out to Qin Liang, and pointed to the phone in his hand, Qin Liang handed him the phone, and Mu Song hung up for him.

Qin Liang's eyes followed Mu Song's movements.

"I've wanted to say it before," Mu Song said, "You're pretending to be obedient in front of Liu Dongjun."

"Ah?" Qin Liang was stunned, then patted his face, and smiled: "Is it so obvious? No." Qin Liang was puzzled, but the expression of doubt on his face was not too obvious, a little deliberate: "Liu Dongjun didn't You can see it, none of them can see it, how did you see it?"

Mu Song laughed: "If I couldn't even see through you, I would have been tricked many times. Besides, what relationship do you have with them, even if I saw it, I wouldn't say it, understand?"

Qin Liang nodded half understanding, and looked at Mu Song obediently.

Mu Song's mind moved, and he suddenly said: "In a few days, I will take you out to play and escape the heat."