Traveler and Gesakuma

Qian Qian, who doesn't like to visit forums, doesn't know about the gossip and rumors circulating on the Internet.

He is currently standing at the side door of Area D and busy signing for receipts. The orders placed in the morning have basically been delivered now.

The delivery robot walked away, Qianqian carried a lot of things and walked into the house.

I ran into an old colleague on the road, and the other person put his head in his bag and asked strangely: "I bought so many cooked food? Why are most of them hard-boiled? You can chew such a mouth-watering thing." Is it? When did Old Deman's teeth get so good?"

Qian Qian looked embarrassed when asked by the other party, not knowing how to answer.

Seeing his blushing face, the other party thought for a while and suddenly realized: "I see, it's not for Dad, these things are for Mr. Suo Lang. It's because their Gesakuma has good teeth and mouth, and I like it." Eat some pots and pans, kitchen knives, shovels and so on. The ones you bought are just right for Mr. Suo Lang, and the soft and hard joints can also exercise the occlusal muscles."

Qian Qian was dumbfounded by the other party's obviously teasing tone, and casually took out a bulk food from the bag without looking at what it was, and stuffed it directly into the other party's mouth, intending to 'seal' the other party.

This time, the 'hush money' was paid well enough, and a large piece of high-quality sausage was just stuffed into the other party's mouth.

After collecting Qianqian's 'hush fee', the other party said a lot, holding a sausage and giving Qianqian his thumbs up, and walked away.

After seeing off his old colleagues, Qianqian slowly came to the basement floor of Area A with a bag full of food. At the turn leading to Area S, Qianqian stopped suddenly with a bag.

If there were no accidents, this afternoon should be the same as in the past. Mr. Suo Lang was cooking, opening the door and waiting for him to come back.

This is a habit only in the area where they live, and the gate will not be closed until the money comes.

Qian Qianqian, who knew this, hopped over there early with his things, and while helping the metal filaments pick vegetables, he talked to Mr. Suolan about his work and life that day.

For Qian Qian, who works all day, this moment of every day is the most relaxing time for him.

However, this time was different, Qian Qian always felt that if he walked through that gate today, everything would be different.

How different it will be, Qian Qian doesn't know, the only thing he can know is that the other party must be waiting for him.

Just as Qianqian thought, on the other side of the corridor, at the corner, only a wall away from Qianqian, the humanoid Gesakuma squatted by the wall, carefully picking the freshest vegetables today.

All the metal gates in the passage were opened, and the room was cleaned by Solange on purpose.

The TV hanging on the wall was playing Qian Qian's favorite variety show, and the thick soup stewed on the small stove kept tumbling, and the boiling water vapor reflected the surrounding area.

As in the past, Gesakuma has everything ready, just waiting for the most important person to arrive.

He came, but he didn't walk in directly, he was hesitating, leaning against the wall, hesitant.

The humanoid Gesakuma gently took off the plant fruit hanging on the branch. The ripe fruit was plump and full of juice. Take a bite.

Carefully put the fruit into the basket and place it in the corner to avoid bumping.

In order to ensure the integrity of the fruit, Mr. Solang even used a large leaf to separate the fruit area from other areas.

Although ripe fruit needs to be cared for carefully, only such fruit tastes the best.

Starting from the seeds, Suolang has been by the side of the fruit every day, carefully cultivating the soil, fertilizing, watering and weeding, so attentive and attentive, waiting for this moment.

Just a little bit, just a little bit, that delicious fruit can be picked. At this time, you must calm down and wait patiently.

When the branch could no longer bear the weight of the fruit, the ripe fruit would naturally fall from the branch and fall into his hands.

It's a matter of course, everything is like this.

A wall away, Qian Qian was leaning against the wall with a food bag in a daze, his unfocused eyes showed that he was in a fugue.

Compared with his quiet appearance, Qian Qian's brain is running at super speed.

However, after several times of messing around in his mind, Qian Qian didn't even remember what he was thinking just now.

Scratching his head in frustration, Qian Qian didn't know what to do.

Since yesterday's showdown, Qian Qian didn't dare to use the 'forehead ornament' on his head for more than ten hours.

So what am I struggling with?Qianqian leaning against the wall asked himself in his heart.

Is it a matter of longevity?

But Gesakuma has already given himself the best explanation, everything stems from fate and has nothing to do with him or him.

So is it a matter of race?

But strictly speaking, I should be the most cherished species on Andy's planet. Pure-blooded earthlings have not been able to appear on Andy's planet for hundreds of millions of years. Finding a fellow here is simply an impossible dream.

So is it a question of gender?Can't I accept the pursuit of Mr. Solan who looks the same gender?

But I heard that Gesakuma are all males and no females. This is their racial characteristic, otherwise they would not have tried their best to find the destined sage.

Thinking about it this way, everything can go smoothly, so what am I awkward about?

Taking a deep breath, Qianqian decided to put aside all external factors and seriously only think about the problems between himself and Mr. Solange. He divided himself into two and began to ask and answer by himself.

Do I hate Mister Solange?

Answer: Of course not.

Does Mr. Solan's pursuit disgust me?

Answer: No, just some discomfort.

Do you like being close to him and staying by his side?

Answer: Yes, it is very comfortable to be around him. The sense of security and belonging cannot be experienced elsewhere.

Imagine what it would be like if one day, Mr. Solange was not around, and would never appear again?

Answer: .......Sorry, this question is too annoying to think about.

OK, one last question, do you like him?Love that gentleman who gives you a sense of belonging, makes you feel safe, and resists the thought that he'll never show up?

...........

Such an obvious answer, if you choose to ignore it, it is really against your will.

With a low growl like discouraged, he completely messed up his hairstyle.

What's the matter with this deer bumping feeling?Obviously you are not the kind of person with a small and fresh style?

And this kind of thing that I regard you as the best buddy, but you want to have sex with me will actually happen to you?

Thinking of the information he got when he used the 'forehead ornament' on his head to test the other party's spiritual world last night, Qian Qian couldn't help but shivered again.

Probably because the other party has already said it, so the other party is not hiding anything, so Qian Qian's exploration this time feels extraordinarily real.

The spiritual world is as fast as a storm, as hot as magma, and as surging as a sea wave. After only a short contact with Qian Qian who just glimpsed the tip of the iceberg, he feels that his brain is hot and his body is weak.

Thinking about the opponent's fighting strength, looking at his own small physique, and recalling the flaming spiritual world, Qian Qian suddenly felt that something was wrong.

This racial difference is too scary. I will not be able to get out of bed in the future. I have confessed to the other party's chest in this life, right?

Thinking about it is very possible, if the internal transformation of the metal giant can be successfully completed as he imagined, it is not impossible for this to happen.

I'd better go back first, otherwise the days may not be sad but sad reminders.

At this moment when the cards have just been shown and the emotions of both parties are very excited, it is better not to contact alone for the sake of safety.

Just when Qian Qian was experiencing some self-questioning and entanglement, Mr. Suo Lang, who had already picked all the fruits and vegetables for today's dinner, stood up and walked towards the stove with the fruit basket in his hand.

Just during this time, the pot of soup that had been simmering on the stove had finished simmering. Suo Lang walked over and carefully opened the lid, and white mist rose into the sky.

It was a pot of bluebird soup. This kind of bird was very similar to ducks on Earth in both appearance and taste, but it was much bigger.

Qian Qian likes to drink soup made from this kind of bird stew, and prefers to add noodles and soup powder to this soup.

In order to take care of his taste, Mr. Suo Lang basically stewed such a pot of blue bird soup several times a week.

The soup pot was opened, and the human-shaped Gesakuma skillfully fished out and discarded the slick oil floating on the soup, and then began to stir the whole soup pot with a spoon.

As he stirred, the unique umami smell of poultry soup spread in the basement.

Qian Qian, who was leaning against the wall and was about to retreat, was taken aback by the familiar smell, and his body couldn't help but follow the smell.

Standing at the gate, Qian Qian looked at Mr. Suo Lang who was wearing an apron skillfully chopping vegetables and simmering ingredients in the heat on the stove, the anxiety and entanglement in his heart suddenly disappeared.

Sure enough, you still have to be by his side. He didn't notice such an obvious point before.

Gesakuma, who was more familiar with him than Qian Qian, didn't even turn his head, and continued chopping vegetables while saying, "You're back?"

"Well, I'm back." Qian Qian, who was carrying a deli bag, replied.

"I have almost prepared the ingredients for the menu you sent me back, and I can make it directly just waiting for you to come back. We will have dinner on time in half an hour."

"I brought back some cooked food. I heard that the food in that store was delicious, so I bought some."

Hearing Qian Qian's words, the gentleman who had been busy all this time finally turned around, glanced at Qian Qian, swept the bag in his hand a few times and said, "Bring it here, we just cut the vegetables for dinner together. .”

Qian Qian heard that this time he walked over without any hesitation, stood beside the other party and said, "I'll cut it up, these things are cooked food, easy to handle."

The metal filaments that had been hiding on the body of the main body and hadn't shown up, jumped out from the back of the humanoid Gesakuma like a nest at the moment Qianqian leaned over.

Their silent cheers and excited swings fully express their joyful emotions.

However, these little things gave up on the main body with a greater workload, and flocked to Qianqian's side in a rush, and they were as gentle as a dog welcoming its owner home, assiduously buying kitchen knives and delivering dishes for him.

After that, Suo Lang and Qian Qian, who were busy between the stove, did not say a word, but a unique atmosphere gathered in the tacit cooperation of the two.

In a direction that Qian Qian couldn't see, Mr. Suo Lang raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

The fruit that I planted in my heart with all my painstaking effort and life has finally matured.

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The former little rabbit squatted in the soup pot and looked up and asked: Is it cooked?Is the soup ready?

Da Gonggong tied a bib around his neck and replied with a smile: It's ready, the time is just right.