I heard that you are the number one assassin in Tiandu

Min Qiu glanced around the kitchen, making sure there was no second goal: "Today is just one dish."

"Ah, I was going to fry two, so I still have to make the order of Chi Yuan, let's do it for today." Joaquin used a shovel to fill another piece of potato that was cut square and the size of a coffee cube.

As soon as the shovel was shoveled down, Min Qiu knew that it was ripe, because the whole potato was shoveled into two trapezoids without any displacement, like a bag of starch with no structural centripetal force, and it fell apart when touched.The shoveled section quickly absorbed the vegetable juice and fully absorbed the flavor, but Min Qiu guessed that this piece had nothing to do with him.

His stomach growled and he watched as Joaquin ate it.

I don't know if it's too spicy or too hot, the small mouth is slightly open and sucks in the cold air: "I stewed all the vegetables together, and it's the same in my stomach."

Min Qiu's eyesight reached the peak level in history, and he blamed him for being so out of touch: "You don't have time? I'll help you!"

Hua Jin clicked the switch with his finger, and the flame on the stove went out: "I'm done!"

"..." Min Qiu persisted, "Then I'll finish eating later, and I'll do the dishes."

"Huh?" Joaquin didn't say "good" or "bad", looked Min Qiu up and down, and smiled.That smile was guarded and tentative, like staring at a little kid who had just started to develop his mind, preventing him from going to the house to expose the tiles on a whim at any time.Joaquin smiled and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Min Qiu Zhengyi said awe-inspiringly, "Why didn't you think about it?"

"Oh." Joaquin nodded meaningfully, and looked up at the sink, "Then you wash it, and remember to wear gloves when you wash it."

There is a pair of pink latex gloves hanging on the wall by the pool. They are not as dirty and big as the ones used by the aunt who cleans the canteen. Instead, they hang neatly and small.Its edge is not a beam style, but an embossed dark pattern-it is more like a photo studio prop than a glove for washing dishes.

The pots, pans and pans are all bright and bright except for the indelible heating traces, as if the kitchen here is no longer a simple kitchen, but a place where people put their thoughts and emotions, so even the objects are fresh up.

No wonder Joaquin's eyelids and the corners of his eyes showed distrust towards him as if he could speak. This place is somewhat more orderly than Min Qiu's room.

Only then did he remember that Joaquin wasn't wearing that little apron at the moment: "Where's your apron? Look, the soup is going to splash on you when you start the pot."

Joaquin smiled and gave him a blank look: "I'm just serving a dish, how can it be so useless? You wait a bit later." Joaquin doesn't have the physique of a chef, but he has self-knowledge, and he didn't rashly act like cooking with one hand, but He put the bowl by the stove, changed to a large spoon and shovel, flexibly turned his wrist, and poured out the dishes spoon by spoon.

The "rustling" sound made by the friction between the spoon and the bottom of the pot is like handing over work, exhortations, best wishes, and farewell. It carries the expectations of the entire kitchen related utensils, especially the wish of the cook, which is about to enter the dining table.

Min Qiu took a deep breath of the vegetable-scented air: "Walk around, eat and eat."

"Drip." The phone in Huajin's pocket rang, and he took a look, and handed the big bowl of vegetables to Minqiu's hand, "The queue is in, you eat first, the rice is in the pot, serve it yourself, good boy .”

He walked hurriedly and hurried away, Min Qiu stood on the spot with the bowl in his hand, as if he saw the close relationship between Joaquin and him in the past.

Their world used to be like this kitchen, where no third person would bring their favorite food back here to share with each other. As Joaquin grows up, his world will definitely have more and more elements, no matter what. It's as simple as a kitchen with a refrigerator.Today he walks to a computer, and he will come back in two, three, 10 minutes when it is time to eat, and tomorrow he will walk to other friends, and he will return to this home when it is time to rest, and later, when they no longer share the friendship of renting and eating together Finally, will Joaquin look back at some point.

If they didn't continue the bond, and Joaquin didn't have special feelings for him, then Joaquin might not work hard in the direction he preset after losing the drive of human subjective will.It is impossible for him to accurately predict and follow every encounter with Joaquin, and it is impossible for him to be so powerful that he can clear all obstacles in his life path, so...they will go further and further apart.

"How long will it take?" Min Qiu hugged the half-open door frame and asked flatteringly, "I'll wait for you to eat together."

"You eat, don't wait for me, I met a substitute, this round is estimated to take a long time." Joaquin put on the earphones and did not turn his head back, the frequency of operations in his hands was obviously higher than the previous one, I don't know if it was because of the voice. The person at the end said to Min Qiu, "This ID looks familiar to me, wait a minute and think about which live broadcast platform he is from, either Douji.com or Gouya.com."

Joaquin took the boss order, shouldn't it mean that the weaker the opponent, the happier he is?But hearing the excitement in his words, Min Qiu felt that he was happier than meeting ordinary opponents.

Min Qiu couldn't understand that kind of happiness at all.

It wasn’t like this before...the two of them used to walk together, they would smile at each other when they passed by a milk tea shop in winter, and they would stop at the same time when they saw a small cart with fried ice in summer. He knew which flavors Joaquin would choose; he knew that Joaquin would not add spicy food to his fried cold noodles and eggs, but he had to add spicy food to his grilled wings; The rice noodle window covered his mouth for a long time, and he also knew that he would never sit in the front row of a professor's class if it was his turn in an ordinary classroom, because the professor probably has problems with the upper digestive tract system, and his tone is extremely strong and can be lethal. The radius is three meters; there is a person in the class who likes to borrow money—in fact, that person is not familiar with Min Qiu, but he will come to him when it comes to borrowing money. Not all of them are paid back, so back and forth, slowly, the account is not clear, every time Joaquin said "play dead", Min Qiu immediately lay down on the table and stopped breathing without any other explanation...

He thought he had a good relationship with Joaquin, but now he doesn't know why Joaquin is happy.

The person at the other end of the voice seemed to say something, and Joaquin laughed so hard that he could hardly support his body: "You are so good! Why are you so good!"

Min Qiu's lower lip wrapped his upper lip involuntarily, and sat down at the end of Joaquin's bed, not even wanting to eat.

No need to ask, the voice opposite must be Joaquin’s old classmate, the one who asked for warmth last time, and talked about whether the money is enough to spend—it’s really strange, Joaquin also told Min Qiu not to lend money to others, saying it was kind He borrowed it and turned into an enemy in the end, but he himself took the initiative to give money to that classmate?What kind of friendship is it that can make Joaquin break his own principles?

"Hahahaha!" Joaquin laughed again, and let go of the mouse, "Help, stop it, isn't this bad?"

This line is too familiar!

Isn't this what Minqiu dreamed about Joaquin and said to himself?Although the context and context are a bit different, and the tone of voice is also quite different, but when he heard him say this to others, Min Qiu became angry from the heart, and the evil turned to his guts: "嘤嘤嘤——"

"..." Joaquin's laughter froze, and he looked back, "What's wrong with you?"

Min Qiu hugged his foot: "The thumb touched the leg of the bed, it hurts so much!"

When ordering furniture, he initially wanted to order a soft bed, which is strong and comfortable, but considering the size of the room, the soft bed would take up space at the head of the bed and the edge, so he had to change it to a solid wood bed.

Joaquin quickly got up and came over to look anxiously: "Does it hurt? Is it bleeding? Is the nail lifted? If it is lifted, go to the infirmary to pull it out to stop the bleeding, so as not to get infected."

"..." Min Qiu gripped his hand even tighter.

Joaquin: "Pinch close to your heart, don't cover your toes, let me see."

Being pawed and pulled twice by that little hand, Min Qiu couldn't hold back his illness after all: "It didn't lift up... but it still hurts, internal injuries may be bruised, swollen, and swollen to the size of a bun, which is also very pitiful." ah."

"Fortunately, you met early. It's still not cold. It's really swollen and it's not cold in slippers." Joaquin let go of his hand when he saw that he was fine, sat back at the table and put on his earphones, "Qin Zhen, where is the sword master going?" Alright? Well, get ready to steal a wave!"

Min Qiu was shocked—you are going to be a doctor in the future!How can you say "fortunately we met early" to intensify the relationship between doctors and patients!Too inconsiderate of the mood of the "patient"!

He lay weakly on the bed, and leaned a little bit to the edge of the table bordering the bed. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Joaquin sadly from bottom to top, and only stared and said nothing.

With more people at hand, it is impossible for Joaquin to be ignorant. He first glanced twice, and after being stared at for a while, he finally couldn't help it: "You go to eat, why do you keep looking at me?"

"I don't want to eat by myself," Min Qiu fabricated it out of thin air, "If I often eat by myself, I will get depression, schizophrenia or something, I feel like I'm a little fast."

"Crazy?" Joaquin smiled, and his movements never stopped, beheading the two of them in an instant, "Why don't you put the food into a bowl and bring it over to eat?"

Min Qiu twisted his shoulders, driving his body to do irregular spiral movements, twisting the thin quilt under his body into wrinkles: "Then I should eat by myself."

Joaquin said helplessly, "But how can I eat, I haven't finished fighting yet."

Min Qiu sat up: "Shall I feed you?"

After hearing this, Joaquin was noncommittal and just laughed.There was a little helpless sigh mixed in that smile, like watching an ignorant child come home covered in mud from playing, holding out a little clay figurine from behind and saying "here it is for you", it makes people want to say something , but could not bear to blame.

"Is it okay?" Min Qiu hit the iron while the iron was hot, twisting his shoulders more happily, afraid that Joaquin would not see him, but he didn't dare to get too close to him, lest he be driven away again, "Is it okay? Can't it be done!"

"Ouch," Joaquin only took one look, as if his eyes had been burned, turned his face to the other side and smiled with pain, "Ouch, I'm so awkward, why are you so crazy, I Not hungry... okay, go get it, you, you, you, will you feed it?"

What is so difficult about serving people for dinner?There is no technological content, but it is just a matter of extending oneself to others.Min Qiu's feet didn't hurt anymore, and he started to walk with strength. He jumped up to get the bowls and chopsticks, and heard Joaquin whispering behind him: "Who knows, it's a period of time, I think it's a time..."