Loyal Dog God Cultivation Program

Obviously, there is no spare guest room in Wen Ge's house. He lives in one of the three rooms, one is converted into a studio, and the other is a study.

Fortunately, there was a long sofa in the study. Wen Ge came out with a quilt and pillow, and found his own sportswear for Yan Che.

Yan Che carried a bunch of things to the bathroom to take a shower, but Wen Ge knocked on the door suddenly when he was undressing.

"Come in." Yan Che just took off his soaked T-shirt when Wen Ge walked in and handed him a pair of underwear.

"This one is new."

"Ah, good." Yan Che took the underwear and then took off his pants, "Why are you knocking on the door of two big men, the gang in the dormitory will just come in directly, regardless of whether I am shitting or not."

"How inconvenient," Wen Ge hooked the corner of his mouth, "What if you are masturbating?"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and closed the door of the bathroom, and the moment he closed the door, he heard Yan Che's voice coming from inside.

"What a fart at a time like this..."

When Yan Che came out of the shower, Wen Ge was on the phone in the living room. He didn't seem to be in a good mood, and didn't say anything. He just said "hmm" a few times, saw him coming out of the bathroom, glanced at him, and said Looking at the other end of the phone, he said "I still have something to do" and hung up the phone.

"How about it?"

Yan Che felt his head swell, probably a sign of a cold: "Is there any medicine? I'm afraid I'll catch a cold tomorrow."

What is surprising is that Wen Ge has all kinds of medicine here, and the preparations are very thorough.A person who doesn't even have rice at home has such a complete range of medicines?

"Why do you have so many medicines?" Yan Che exclaimed.

Wen Ge found a pack of cold medicine from the drawer and gave it to him, while explaining: "I don't like going to the hospital very much, so I have a little stock of all kinds of medicines. If I'm sick, I try to take the medicine and don't need to go to the hospital."

To be precise, I really hated the place in the hospital, filled with the smell of disinfectant and death.

"Go to bed early." Wen Ge watched him go upstairs after drinking the medicine, "Record a song tomorrow."

After walking up two steps, he turned his head and said, "I forgot to ask you this afternoon, how is your singing?"

"Don't worry," Yan Che took the cup and was about to wash it in the kitchen, "It's absolutely amazing."

When Yan Che got up early the next morning, he happened to see Wen Ge wearing a tracksuit and going out for exercise.

"Are you going for a run?" Yan Che asked.

"Well, I didn't run last night." Wen Ge nodded, "What do you want for breakfast? I'll bring it back."

Yan Che thought for a while: "I'll run with you."

Yan Che didn't expect that Wen Ge's usual running distance is quite long. He went out from the community, circled the small park, and then ran for two blocks before making the detour. Wen Ge probably had the earphones hanging around his neck when he was with him. But the two of them didn't speak during the whole process, and their vital capacity couldn't keep up.

When he was about to return to the community, Yan Che suddenly remembered something, he patted Wen Ge's shoulder two quick steps, Wen Ge took a look at him, and slowed down.

"Turn left ahead, there is a market over there." Yan Che jogged side by side with him.

"What market?" Wen Ge was puzzled.

"Sell...vegetables." Yan Che ran after Wen Ge, still panting at this speed, "Yesterday...didn't you say that you wanted...to eat...ribs..."

Wen Ge slowed down a bit: "Well, if it doesn't work, forget it."

"It's not too far," Yan Che ran into an alley on the left with Wen Ge.

Wen Ge has never been to such a messy place since he was a child. The ground is full of vegetables and leaves. The vegetable sellers are haggling at the price, and there are seafood sellers in the store. The boss picked up one with a net and was about to catch it. Hey, the carp jumped to the ground, and then thumped on the ground again.

Wen Ge saw that the fish splashed the sewage on the ground every time it flopped, glanced at his white sneakers, gritted his teeth and followed Yan Che into the market.

Yan Che also only knows that there is a market here, but he has never been there. After all, there are a few big boys in the dormitory, unlike girls who have nothing to do and open a small stove or something.And ever since a buddy in the dormitory the year before last had the courage to install an air conditioner in the dormitory and almost caused a fire, the school has been very strict in checking illegal electrical appliances in the past two years, and from time to time you will see the dormitory administrator mark the things found with the dormitory number The playground is lined up on the playground, and the scene is spectacular.

When he turned his head to look at Wen Ge, he saw that unwilling carp jumped up from the sewage again and then "snapped" down. The splashed sewage flew towards Wen Ge's shoes with such a clear track.

He quickly turned around and pretended he didn't see anything, at worst, he could wash his shoes...

He quickly found the nearest meat stall, found a piece of pork neck bone and asked the boss to chop it up for him. After paying the money out of his pocket, Yan Che resolutely took the bone and ran away with Wen Ge.

When he got home, Yan Che took a shower first, then came out to finish the ribs, Wen Ge also came out of the shower, and leaned against him at the kitchen door.

It wasn't until Yan Che finished stewing the ribs that he realized that he forgot to buy breakfast.

"Breakfast... Shall I cook some noodles?" Yan Che turned around and looked at Wen Ge in front of him.

"Well, it's fine." Wen Ge nodded without expressing any opinion.

Yan Che reckoned that this guy might not eat breakfast at all, so he was not picky.

He found a large bag of minced meat in the refrigerator freezer that was no accident. Sure enough, he knew that Wen Ge would never put it in the freezer unless he reminded him.

But he really planned to use it today, to fry more fried sauce for Wen Ge, so that it would be convenient to eat noodles and so on, without having to order takeaways all the time.

There was no need to defrost the minced meat, Yan Che quickly poured out two bowls of noodles with fried sauce, Wen Ge obviously felt his stomach growl when he brought them out.

This time Yan Che finished eating first, watching Wen Ge slowly roll up the noodles on the chopsticks, and then ate them into his mouth in one bite.

"I fried some fried sauce for you. If you want to eat it later, just cook some noodles, throw in two vegetable leaves, and mix with fried sauce." Yan Che told him.

"En." Wen Ge finally finished eating slowly, and wiped his mouth with a piece of paper.

Yan Che took the initiative to clean up the bowls and chopsticks again, but Wen Ge's hand stopped him: "Let me do it."

This time it was Wen Ge who was washing dishes in the kitchen, while Yan Che was leaning against the kitchen door and watching him.Wen Ge's posture of washing dishes is very good, her chestnut hair is facing the sun, her sleeves are rolled up to reveal her arms, her fingers are knuckles.

But the posture was pretty good, within a few minutes Yan Che heard the sound of the bowl being smashed into the sink, the quality was good, Yan Che saw Wen Ge picked up the bowl and washed it again, it should not be broken.

The rest of the time will be the same as last time, open the voice, record the song, and when the time is almost up, Yan Che will go to tutoring.

It has been so regular for several weeks. In addition to choosing the songs that are drafted every week, Wen Ge selectively accepts a few reliable songs for Yan Che, and then Yan Che learns songs by himself from Monday to Friday. We buy groceries together and then have a meal, Yan Che goes to tutor in the evening, and on Saturdays we go to Wen Ge's house to record a song, and then post it, Wen Ge urges us to post it on Weibo.

Occasionally, when the recording is finished ahead of time, Yan Che will cook a few more dishes for Wen Ge that can be preserved, so as to save him from eating box lunches every day.

Yan Che felt that he was also worried about Wen Ge's health.

She's working harder than my mother...

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