I heard that you are the number one assassin in Tiandu

of course.Min Qiu thought to himself, only a young and strong man like him grabbed one, and it was only a quarterly limited edition of [-] pieces. What could he grab for a little paw as soft as Joaquin?Knead the dough and play.

A bowl of comprehensive instant noodles was poured down, and Min Qiu raised his head and hiccupped lyrically. Halfway through the belch, he felt that this was not very elegant. After all, there was someone beside him, so he restrained the second half a little. .

The noodle soup was cooked with real ingredients, and Joaquin even drank the soup, which was so hot that sweat broke out on his forehead.He took out a tissue, lifted his bangs to wipe them, and asked, "Daqiuqiu, are you full?"

Min Qiu lazily leaned against the back of the chair, staring intently—in fact, he wanted to ask a long time ago, why did Joaquin have to keep his bangs?

If Joaquin who just took a shower is like a hard-boiled egg whose shell has been cracked and a small piece of skin peeled off, the way he lifts his bangs now looks like a white egg whose shell has been completely peeled off. It feels comfortable and delicate after looking at it, and I even want to touch it... probably because he has obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Min Qiu rubbed his stomach that didn't even have room to put air: "I seem to want to eat something."

Joaquin sat down and discussed seriously: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you, and I'll buy the ones I don't have at home."

I don't know if it's because of the exercise today?Or maybe because you just got out of the shower?It may also be that the soup he drank just now was rather hot...Anyway, Min Qiu felt that the talking mouth in front of him was a little redder than usual.

Of course, it is normal for places like lips with dense nerve distribution and rich capillaries to be a little redder than usual, and there is nothing to be surprised about.

Min Qiu: "I don't know, but I know what I want to eat. Help me think about it."

Joaquin: "Meat? Vegetarian?"

Min Qiu shook his head.

Joaquin: "Cold? Hot?"

Min Qiu: "Not too cold and not too hot."

Joaquin: "Soft or hard?"

Min Qiu: "Of course it's soft." ——It's hard to digest the hard ones, what's so delicious about the hard ones?Doesn't that put a burden on the stomach?

Joaquin shook his head, but still couldn't think of it: "It's neither hot nor cold, and it has to be soft. What is that?"

Seeing him pouted in confusion, Min Qiu suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Are there any small tomatoes at home? I want to eat small tomatoes, the round, red ones."

——It can be eaten in one bite, but only one bite is definitely not enough... Then, there are only small tomatoes.

"Look at what you said, are there any small tomatoes that are not round?" Joaquin took out two boxes of fruit tomatoes bought yesterday from the fresh-keeping compartment and poured them into the vegetable sink, "That's all, is it enough?"

"Enough is enough, that is..." Min Qiu inspected the work with his hands behind his back, and offered guidance, "You, you just changed your clothes after taking a shower, you should be careful when washing fruits, don't splash the water, right? "

The kitchen space is small, and Joaquin pointed back: "Excuse me, help me get the apron, which is stacked on top of the microwave."

Min Qiu stood outside, reached the apron with his arms, and picked it up with two fingers - the apron's fabric looked like pure cotton, but it was a little rougher than common cotton products. It is also heavier, and it may be something added during the weaving process to keep the wrinkled radian of the ruffles in a three-dimensional support state, so as to avoid the effect of becoming soft and collapsed like ordinary cotton bed surrounds after wearing for a long time.

He held it in his hand and touched it with his palm. He felt that the quality of the fabric was really good. It should be linen instead of chemical fiber, because the hand felt natural and comfortable toughness, and its roughness was just right, unlike Like pure linen, it hurts the palm of the hand if you touch it too much, and it doesn't get softer and softer like pure cotton, without any strength.

It has a relaxing touch, as if touching it awakens the insensitive tactile nerves that have been sleeping in the past, and wants more touching and rubbing.

Needless to say, Joaquin has a good eye. This apron is indeed of outstanding quality among many aprons, and it makes sense to stand out.

But what did you buy this for?Min Qiu really couldn't remember.

Like their air conditioner, the body is mainly white with a dark blue decorative pattern on it. The kettle that comes with the air conditioner is also white with a dark blue decorative pattern, so that Min Qiu can understand it at a glance, knowing that the kettle comes from Where; for another example, his bathrobe is made of champagne-colored towel, with a satin waist belt, and the towel in the same set is also a champagne-colored towel part, with satin decorations of the same pattern on both ends, so Min Qiu could also see that the two belonged to the same family.

What about this apron? Who does it belong to?

Min Qiu watched Joaquin take it and shook it away.

The apron had four ties in total, two around the neck and two around the waist. Joaquin took the rope and wrapped a flower between his fingers. Before Min Qiu could see clearly, he fastened the two ties around his neck Alright, then unfolded the apron in front of him and turned on the tap.

Min Qiu: "You haven't tied it on the back yet."

Joaquin: "It's not tied anymore, I'll wash something, and I'll take it off after washing."

Min Qiu: "I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, I feel very uncomfortable seeing you like this."

"Hey, you still have obsessive-compulsive disorder." Joaquin bent over to wash the fruit and tomato, and said with a smile, "then you can tie it on for me, can it help you recover from your illness?"

Min Qiu picked up two straps and tied them up, but the effect of the straps was not ideal—it is said that the straps are made of crisp fabric, which should be good for styling, but he was born with his hands, and it was a bit of a pain to tie them up. Crooked knot: "It's crooked, I'll untie it again."

Joaquin: "Well, you can do it."

Min Qiu untied and tied it again.This time the tie is not crooked, but the bow is too small, so that the apron is loose on Joaquin's body, just like when it was not tied: "I will tie another one."

Joaquin: "I'm almost done."

"Come on, some pesticides are invisible to the naked eye." Min Qiu untied the knot and fought again, this time the size and balance of the knot were acceptable, "Okay, how are you?"

Joaquin stood obediently by the sink and waited for him to work: "It seems... a little tight."

Min Qiu stretched out his hand and straightened it: "It's not tight, this is just right, spirit." As soon as the words fell, he felt that his wording seemed inappropriate. How could the apron be judged by "spirit"?

Fortunately, Joaquin didn't care too much. He put the basket on the top of the pool to drain the water, squeezed out one of the small ones with a pointed tail, and threw it into his mouth: "I remember our family used to have a big glass bowl. Where are you going?" Gone? I haven't seen it in a long time."

Min Qiu grabbed a few and lined up to put them in his mouth: "Isn't that the time you cut the watermelon for the other side? You sent it and didn't get it back."

Joaquin suddenly realized: "Oh, yes, I forgot to take it back. Why didn't they think of sending it back to us?"

Min Qiu had a sneer on his face as expected: "I just said that... Who is that, they are not good people! These people are not conscious at all. My bowl was taken out of the ice room and directly set on the fire without frying it." , It cost hundreds of dollars to buy such a big thing, where can’t it be seen? If you see it, you have to think about it and return it.”

Joaquin looked regretful: "It's so expensive!"

Min Qiu imitated his tone: "Yes!"

Hua Jin pushed the vegetable washing basket into Min Qiu's arms: "Take it, I'll go get it back, you wait at home."

"Wait," Min Qiu quickly reached out his hand to stop it, and Joaquin's stomach hit his hand, "Are you going to wear this?"

The warm yellow light reflected Joaquin's hair into a sweet golden brown, and a whole tomato topped one side of Joaquin's thin and tender face, his clear eyes seemed to contain the joy of just getting out of the bath Water droplets, looking up curiously; the T-shirt on his body is a white T-shirt made of thin weave fabric that most boys would avoid buying in summer-this kind of fabric is breathable and skin-friendly, but it is too thin, in case it is accidentally bulged , the two points on the chest will be very obvious and embarrassing. If you sweat a little more, it will be like the wet body effect in the literary MV, so you can only wear it as pajamas at home; as for this short apron that he personally stretched out his waist Not to mention, what would others think if they saw it?

Min Qiu doesn't know what other people think when they see it, but Min Qiu can probably simulate the brain circuits of those art students across the street—this kind of people must have read all kinds of limited-edition comics, what? Slender teenage maid outfits, love after school, things that the brother next door dared not let his family know, hot and humid summer nights... Damn it, why didn't he buy this floor?How could he let such a filthy-minded person be his neighbor?

dirty!

Joaquin: "What's the matter? I saw that I was doing housework. I said that there was no bowl at home. I just remembered..."

Hey, what a fart!When you think of bowls, you don’t know what people think of!

"Forget it," Minqiu stood in front of Hua Jin, "No more, let them make instant noodles."

He specially picked a big tomato and stuffed it into his mouth, looking for the feeling of splashing the juice when he bites it, but after taking a sip, he still couldn't suppress the blazing fire of justice in his throat.

Joaquin took out his mobile phone: "It's a good bowl, why don't you want it, I have his friend, let me remind him."

Min Qiu stopped talking, and looked at him distractedly from the pile of tomatoes.

Joaquin was quite involved in the planning, and added a scene for himself: "Hey, I'm actually too embarrassed to rush people, or I'll just say, I bought watermelon and asked him if he would eat it, and if he did, I'd give it to him Cut some and take them over, but you have to bring the bowl back first, otherwise there will be nothing to fill? Ask me this way, what do you think?"

Min Qiu: "..."

This feeling of being greatly lowered by his teammates... Min Qiu almost instantly forgave Ruan Ruan and Kiss for releasing him yesterday. He could even imagine how they felt when they saw him and his elder brother running away. They were both beaten to death by the opposite group.

"I think you seem stupid." Min Qiu said mercilessly, "If he finishes eating, why don't you return it? Didn't you take another half of the watermelon in?"

"...Oh." Joaquin looked pitiful after being scolded, "Then what should I do, how can I come back, my big bowl."

Min Qiu: "I'll go get it."

"Okay, okay." Joaquin immediately regained his moisture, looked at him with sparkling eyes as if he was looking at a savior, and grabbed the plastic basket in his hand, "Go quickly."

"That," Min Qiu glanced at the apron on his body, coughed lightly, "cough...wait a while."

Joaquin was puzzled: "What are you waiting for? It's too late to wait any longer."

"Don't wait for anything, just wait a while." Min Qiu didn't know what kind of energy he was getting right now, but he didn't want to move, "If you don't agree, go ask for it."