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Xiaonian in the north likes to eat dumplings.

Xu Mei is not very good at cooking. Although the job she did in the past was not very glorious, she developed a lot of rotten problems. It's just smoking a small cigarette and chatting about guests' gossip.

Wei Chen felt that eating quick-frozen dumplings was not good, so he decided to make them himself.

Even if you don't do well, you have to meet the day and ask for the occasion.

After setting Xu Mei up, Wei Chen said he was going to the supermarket, and Ye Feng volunteered to follow.

The rice, noodles and some ingredients at home are basically bought by Daji's mother, and Wei Chen is not very good at it. After walking around the grain and oil area for a long time, Wei Chen doesn't know which bag is better.

Ye Feng looked down, muttered to himself, and read the digital information on the noodle bag.

Looking at Ye Feng's focused eyebrows and eyes through the glass cabinet, Wei Chen moved his lips and almost read out the manufacturer.

Wei Chen couldn't help laughing, remembering that the first time the two went to a noodle shop to eat noodles, Ye Feng was also foolishly reading the promotional slogan.

"Which one should you choose?" Ye Feng raised his head suddenly, just in time to bump into the corner of Wei Chen's twitching mouth.

Then he asked with interest: "What are you laughing at?"

Wei Chen didn't hide his smile, shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

Ye Feng didn't believe it, walked around the glass cabinet, and naturally moved to Wei Chendu's side, muttering softly, "No, you have a problem."

Wei Chen lowered his head to choose an interview: "What questions can I have?"

Ye Feng leaned into his ear and asked, "Did you laugh because you had something bad in mind for me?"

When he asked this question, Ye Feng was actually very nervous. This was the first time he boldly tried to vaguely test Wei Chen's mind.

When the words fell, Ye Feng heard his heart beating.

Wei Chen was taken aback after he asked, his eyes were scattered from the selection of rice, and he didn't know where to look.

He replied in his heart: Yes, I have bad intentions for you.

But what can be done?

The reason why I dare not say some things easily is because I am afraid that after telling the whole story, the person concerned will gradually drift away.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ye Feng joked, "I'm just joking, don't take it so seriously."

Wei Chen's heart tightened, and then he was a little disappointed.

At this time, the staff of the supermarket took the initiative to ask: "Is there anything I need to help?"

Wei Chen asked: "We want to make dumplings, which kind of noodles is better?"

With the help of the shopping guide, the two successfully bought noodles, minced meat and shrimps and leeks.

Xu Mei was resting in the room.

The two young men were tossing around in the kitchen, Ye Feng was in charge of kneading the dough, Wei Chen was in charge of mixing the minced meat.

I plugged in the mobile phone and checked the ratio of noodles and the recipe of meat filling seasoning.

"Is this water okay?" Ye Feng grabbed the water glass, mixed it with the noodles little by little, and kneaded and rolled in the basin with one hand.

Hearing Ye Feng's question, Wei Chen put down the chopsticks in his hand and leaned over to look.

He leaned against Ye Feng, leaned his head over Ye Feng's shoulder, looked downcast, and said uncertainly: "It should be almost the same."

The breath suddenly approached.

When Wei Chen poked his head over, he accidentally rubbed against Ye Feng's cheek.

Ye Feng suddenly became distracted.

He wanted to look furtively from Wei Chen's black hair roots, to the ear pinnae, and then to that half of handsome side face.

want to kiss.

I really want to kiss.

"I think it's almost done, then I'll make long strips, divide into small pieces, and roll out the dough." Wei Chen instructed, then suddenly turned his head.

In panic, Ye Feng could only raise his head and stare at the ceiling.

"What are you doing?" Wei Chen couldn't help asking when he saw that he suddenly raised his neck to look up.

"I really want to see a spider's web." Ye Feng started talking nonsense.

Wei Chen followed his gaze, but he didn't see anything.

Anyway, Ye Feng sometimes talks upside down, he has long been used to it.

It's really not easy to make this dumpling, Ye Feng has never rolled the dough, the small noodles are not evenly divided, the rolled out dough is big and small, and even has irregular quadrilaterals.

The two looked at the strange face full of panels, looked at each other, and then laughed.

After rolling out the dough, Wei Chen's meat filling was also finished.

The two stood together and started making dumplings.

Although the shape of the dough is very strange and the wrapping effect is not very good, the minimum criterion is to keep the dumpling without leaking the stuffing.

There is not much space in the kitchen, and there are two tall boys standing there.

After a long time, the strong aura of the two began to intertwine.

After Wei Chen finished making a dumpling, he raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Feng who was seriously making a dumpling, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

In this small world, among thousands of lights, only this moment is extremely warm.

Ye Feng was in charge of boiling the water.

"Remember to add salt." Wei Chen reminded without raising his eyes.

Ye Feng took the lid of the pot and turned around: "What do you add salt for?"

Wei Chen replied: "The last time I ate dumplings at Daji's house, Ji's mother added salt to the dumplings when she cooked them, so that the dumplings would not leak."

"Oh." Ye Feng opened the seasoning box, scooped up a spoonful, and was just about to throw it into the pot.

Wei Chen's eyes were sharp, and he stopped in time: "What are you doing?"

"Add salt." Ye Feng said innocently.

Wei Chen laughed angrily: "Do you want to kill us? Adding a little is enough."

Ye Feng poured back the full spoonful of salt, only one third of the spoonful remained.

Wei Chen stared at the back of Ye Feng's black head and smiled.

The cooked dumplings are not bad, but the shape is not regular. In the small misty kitchen, Ye Feng was holding the freshly cooked dumplings. Wei Chen saw his handsome eyes through the gap.

With a bang, my heart skipped a beat.

"It seems to taste pretty good." Ye Feng swallowed a dumpling.

"Hiss...it's scalding to death." Ye Feng was so hot that he throbbed.

Wei Chen slowly mixed the soy sauce and vinegar into the bowl, first for Xu Mei, then for Ye Feng: "No one will fight with you, so why worry?"

Ye Feng took the seasoning bowl from him: "It's so delicious...really..."

Wei Chen gave him a complicated look, not believing his nonsense.

Whether it's live stuffing or kneading dough, it's the first time for the two of them to operate. To be honest, he really didn't have much hope for the dumpling.

Xu Mei also took a bite of the second half of the dumpling, and praised, "Well, it's really good."

Wei Chen ate one suspiciously.

He frowned.

How should I put it, the taste is not too bad, but it's not very delicious. It's strange, but I always feel that it's not very tasty.

Anyway, it's just making a living.

Xu Mei suddenly asked: "Xiaochen, how are you doing at school?"

Wei Chen said, "It's pretty good."

Ye Feng hit the nail on the head: "Don't worry, Auntie, I'll help you take care of him, and help you watch over him so that he won't cause trouble."

Wei Chen glared at him, even dumplings can't stop your mouth.

Ye Feng smiled foolishly.

Xu Mei was most worried about Wei Chen's situation.

"Did you go to the cram school you told me about before?" Xu Mei asked again.

"It's up." Wei Chen said.

Ye Feng also said: "I went with him, and we both urge each other to study and do the quizzes every day."

Ye Feng was eager to talk about the glorious deeds of himself and Wei Chen's hard work, but he was afraid that if he said too much, his mother-in-law would think he was too rude.

"Yeah." Xu Mei nodded with satisfaction, "Xiao Chen is a little withdrawn. Except for growing up with Daji, he has never made any friends. This is the first time I saw him bring his classmates home. Last time I I was quite surprised, I didn't expect to see you again."

"You two get along well, so that I can feel at ease when I'm out of town." Xu Mei said, "I'm just worried about Xiao Chen living in the school, what's wrong."

Ye Feng made a firm promise: "Don't worry, Auntie, I'm here."

Ye Feng took a peek at Wei Chen, what Xu Mei said, he interpreted it with his thinking, just like the mother-in-law entrusting you to treat my children well.

Ye Feng secretly laughed.

Just as he was about to stuff a dumpling into his mouth, someone kicked his calf severely.

"Hiss..." Ye Feng barked.

Xu Mei asked: "What's wrong?"

Ye Feng glanced at Wei Chen from the corner of his eye, and opened his eyes and said nonsense, "No...it's okay, the dumplings are too hot."

Xu Mei was puzzled: "It's been out of the pot for a long time, why is it still hot?"

Ye Feng kept talking nonsense: "It may be that I am slow to dissipate heat, slow to dissipate heat."

Wei Chen raised the corner of his mouth subtly.

After eating the dumplings, Xu Mei went back to her room early to rest.

The two huddled in the kitchen washing dishes.

Ye Feng leaned forward with his head hesitantly, recalling Xu Mei's words just now, he couldn't help asking: "I'm really the first friend you brought home besides Daji."

Wei Chen hummed.

Ye Feng said again: "Street Fighter, why are you so unpopular?"

Wei Chen didn't bother to talk to him.

It's not that he's not popular, it's that he's too lazy to make friends. If Daji and Daji hadn't grown up together on Ximen Street, it probably wouldn't be uncommon for him to be alone.

In addition to his own personality, many of his classmates shy away from him because of his various sexual behaviors in school, and dare not approach him.

After washing the dishes, Wei Chen went to the cabinet and got a new set of bedding to spread on the sofa in the living room.

Ye Feng saw it and quit.

"The visitor is a guest, how can you bear me to sleep on the sofa?" Ye Feng said.

Wei Chen ignored his unreasonable fuss, and continued to lay the bed: "Who told you to sleep on the sofa?"

Ye Feng was amused when he heard it: "Is that where you slept or I slept?"

Wei Chen's heart was inadvertently tensed by these words, he spread the last corner of the quilt, and said coldly: "I don't like to sleep in the same bed with others, so you go to sleep on the bed, and I will sleep on the sofa."

Ye Feng was a little disappointed.

He thought he would have a chance to share the same bed tonight.

I can't eat it, so I can take a look at it anyway.

It is he who thinks too much.

Forget it, the future is long, anyway, he is not in a hurry.

Ye Feng rolled directly to the place that Wei Chen had just laid, deliberately pretending to be sleepy, and lazily said, "Forget it, I'll sleep on the sofa."

"You..." Wei Chen was speechless.

"As you wish, I want to sleep on the sofa." Ye Feng said firmly.

Wei Chen really didn't want to argue with him about where to sleep, so he let him go and went into the master bedroom by himself.

When he was about to close the door, Wei Chen said, "What time do you leave tomorrow?"

Ye Feng waved his hand indifferently: "Just wake up and go to the station."

Wei Chen glanced at the back of his head, sighed slightly, and closed the door.

Early the next morning, when Wei Chen came out of the bedroom, he saw that the bedding on the sofa had been neatly folded, and there was still a note left on the coffee table. It was a corner torn from the exercise book. See the root sign in a math problem.

The characters are beautiful, with sharp edges and corners, a certain degree of relaxation, and strong strokes, very similar to someone's style of doing things.

There are several large characters written on the irregular note.

——Thank you for the hospitality, see you next year.