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The cold wind is blowing, and the leaves in the community are falling down. Now and then when I go out in the morning, I can always see a thick blanket of yellow leaves on the ground.The cleaning staff couldn't even sweep it, so they simply let it be free and become a scene of the community.The sun has also become gentle and gentle, no longer majestic, but warm on people's bodies. People who can't hide in summer are looking forward to its coming out, and occasionally chanting when they don't see it.

On Sunday, Cheng Xi went to Zhou Mingchen's house to do homework as usual. Although they didn't say it in advance, both of them knew it.

Cheng Xi didn't like staying in that house to be an eyesore. In the past, he would either stay at school, or find a nearby coffee shop or bookstore with little business, and stay for a whole morning.Zhou Mingchen was the only one at home, he was used to staying at school, and had friends when he went in and out. When he came home to play games by himself, he found it boring, and he couldn't get motivated to play. He could waste a whole morning lazily lying on the sofa and listening to music.

One Saturday, the two broke up at the door of their house. Zhou Mingchen's door was half closed, and he suddenly stopped and asked, "Are you coming tomorrow?"

Cheng Xi's hand closing the door also froze, and looked up at him. Zhou Mingchen smiled and continued, "Come here and do homework together."

Cheng Xi also smiled slightly: "Okay."

In this way, the first few times were invited by Zhou Mingchen, but later it became a routine.At 08:30 on Sunday, Cheng Xi appeared outside the house as usual.

Cheng Xi was reticent, but Zhou Mingchen probably felt that there was an indescribable strange energy in Cheng Xi, no matter whether he was playing games or watching the stock market, and occasionally when he was bored or irritable, he would look up to do homework or flip through books. Cheng Xi's restless heart immediately calmed down.

Occasionally, he would pull Chengxi to watch movies.

At this time, Zhou Mingchen doesn't like to sit on the sofa in a proper manner, but prefers to sit barefoot on the fluffy carpet. He also asks Cheng Xi to join him, pulls Cheng Xi off the sofa, and leans shoulder to shoulder , the two of them were wearing a thin blanket, looking at the projector that took up half of the wall in front of them.

Cheng Xi will give him a careful analysis of movies that are too literary.Maybe people who love books and quietness are like this. They don't usually talk, but when they talk about their favorite books or movies, they will talk endlessly, which is a little more lively.

He inexplicably liked the way Cheng Xi looked up at him while talking.Therefore, sometimes even if I understand it, I still pretend to be puzzled, and I have to ask Cheng Xi again. Seeing Cheng Xi's faint frown, I racked my brains to come up with more suitable words to explain.

It was almost ten o'clock that day, and the housekeeping aunt suddenly sent a message, saying that there was an urgent matter at home, and I was sorry that I couldn't make it.

After receiving the text message, Zhou Mingchen heaved a long sigh: "Cheng Xiaoxi, Aunt Wen won't be here anymore, we can only eat takeaway at noon."

His face was full of displeasure, Cheng Xi put down his pen, thought for a while and asked, "Is there any food in the refrigerator?"

Zhou Mingchen wondered why he asked this, but he still said: "Yes, I told my aunt yesterday that I want to eat pickled fish. In the morning, my aunt went to buy fresh live fish. Unfortunately, I can't eat it today."

Hearing that there are ingredients, Cheng Xi stood up and said, "Let me make it."

"What?" Zhou Mingchen's eyes widened, and he jumped up from the sofa, "You know how to cook?"

Cheng Xi nodded: "Ordinary home cooking is fine."

Zhou Mingchen knew that he never said anything, so he inferred that Cheng Xiaoxi was a good cook?

Zhou Mingchen led him to the kitchen in a daze. Cheng Xi looked at the ingredients that his aunt bought, and directly confirmed the menu: "You can make a boiled fish, chicken wings with salt and pepper, eggplant with minced meat, and blanched lettuce. It should be enough to eat."

Zhou Mingchen still couldn't believe it. Cheng Xi had already taken off his coat, rolled up his sleeves and began to dry. The air conditioner was turned on in the room. He was wearing a light gray sweater as a base layer, and he didn't feel cold.

"You really know it?" Zhou Mingchen stood aside stupidly, watching him skillfully handle the chicken wings, he was stunned for a while, interested, leaned over and said: "Then let me give you a shot, knife, I won't Touched, let me wash the dishes?"

Cheng Xi pointed to the vegetable basket: "Okay, you wash the eggplant and green vegetables."

Zhou Mingchen took a basin to fetch water, carefully rubbed the eggplant several times, rinsed the lettuce under the faucet, and put it back in the basket neatly. "Okay, okay! Cheng Xiaoxi, what else can I do?"

After Cheng Xi chopped the minced meat, he turned around and looked at the whole lettuce. Zhou Mingchen stood beside him begging for praise, and really wanted to say that you should go out.

After calming down, he put down the kitchen knife and asked sharply, "Chef Zhou, when you eat lettuce, do you eat it whole?"

"Ah?" Zhou Mingchen was stunned, looking at the tender green lettuce leaves that were still dripping, and recalling the lettuce on the plate, it seemed that it was different.

Cheng Xi had no choice but to wash his hands, broke off a few pieces in a demonstration, and washed the mud from the roots again: "It has to be washed like this."

"Oh." Classmate Zhou Mingchen angrily remade the lettuce he had washed one by one.

Witnessing it with his own eyes, after watching Cheng Xiaoxi turn the ingredients into dishes step by step, Zhou Mingchen was amazed and regretted that he didn't make a documentary.As far as Cheng Xiaoxi's regular and simple three meals a day, it's really hard to see that he is a skilled person.

The four hot dishes were freshly cooked, and they looked good. Zhou Mingchen had the urge to take a DSLR to take two photos. In the end, he restrained himself and saved a few photos on his phone to commemorate this historic moment.Not only that, he also sent it to the dormitory group, with a close-up of each dish, and Aite sent Feng Jianning and Ma Xiaoyu.

Zhou Mingchen: [Come, come, let's admire Chef Cheng's masterpiece].

Feng Jianning didn't go home this week. He stayed at school and was eating lunch in the cafeteria. In winter, there were few vegetables, and all pork belly and Chinese cabbage were eaten. He couldn't eat it. When he saw the picture sent by Zhou Mingchen, he immediately replied: [ Fuck, Lao Zhou has no grudges or grievances].

Poorly, I attached a photo of my own lunch - a big pot of rice produced by the canteen brand.

Ma Xiaoyu's foodie was also so excited that he yelled: [It tastes delicious at first glance! 】.

After getting the expected reaction, Zhou Mingchen was satisfied after showing off, and sent a long series of hahaha. Although he hadn't eaten yet, he still shamelessly continued: [General, the fish is tender and smooth, the chicken wings are fragrant, and the eggplant is tasty , The lettuce is refreshing].

Feng Jianning was so angry that he cursed in the group, Ma Xiaoyu was always envious of having good food, but Zhou Mingchen disappeared, he put down his chopsticks and started eating!

After eating the food, Zhou Mingchen felt that the evaluation just now was not in vain, and Cheng Xi's craftsmanship is too good!

"Cheng Xiaoxi, how did you do it? You must have practiced, a five-star chef, better than Aunt Wen."

Hearing the long-lost praise, Cheng Xi paused with his chopsticks, and then said nonchalantly: "Is there any? I haven't done it for a long time, and I'm already rusty."

Zhou Mingchen was too busy eating, not paying attention to his abnormality: "Did you often cook before?"

Cheng Xi shook his head: "No, only when you are at home on vacation."

Zhou Mingchen: "You really don't think your cooking is delicious?"

Cheng Xi was absent-minded and didn't answer.Zhou Mingchen finally realized that something was wrong, and looked at him pretending to be surprised: "Cheng Xiaoxi, you don't have a problem with your sense of taste, do you? You can't taste good or bad when you usually eat, and you don't have a preference."

Cheng Xi: "..." Forget it, he didn't bother to explain.

Feng Jianning swiped the screen for a long time and found that Zhou Mingchen had run away. He couldn't bear the torture in the cafeteria, so he decided to ask Cheng Xi to bring a lunch box, and Ma Xiaoyu followed suit and said that he would also bring him a copy.

As soon as Cheng Xi opened WeChat, he saw a lot of messages. Looking at the chat records again, it turned out that Zhou Mingchen was to blame, so he glanced at him lightly.Zhou Mingchen felt a sudden cool wind blowing on his back, and asked with a sense of crisis: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Xi raised his chin to signal him: "Look at WeChat."

Zhou Mingchen immediately opened WeChat and felt guilty after seeing the message.

Feng Jianning was still swiping the screen crazily, with endless miserable emoticons, Cheng Xi replied: [Next week, I don't have time to do it later. 】

Zhou Mingchen felt strange: "Did you really bring them?"

Cheng Xi said lightly: "Well, it's not too much trouble anyway."

Zhou Mingchen didn't speak, this was the first hidden skill of Cheng Xiaoxi he discovered, and he wasn't too happy to share it with Feng Jianning and the others.He didn't know what was wrong with him, anyway, he didn't want Feng Jianing to get his way, so he secretly came up with an idea: "I'll ask my aunt to make a bento next week, and I can bring it with me when the time comes, anyway, Feng Jianing and the others won't be able to eat it."

Cheng Xi looked up at him strangely: "Why?"

Clearing his throat, Zhou Mingchen continued to put on a show: "Actually, I was afraid of hurting your self-confidence just now, so I exaggerated. You are almost ready. Aunt Wen's cooking is much more delicious than yours. Old Feng and the others must like it."

"..." Cheng Xi couldn't refute this reason, "Okay."