Preliminary Discussion on the Transformation Method of Slag Attack

At noon the next day, Yang Ruoyu went home for a lunch break after class and had lunch. Seeing the huge momentum at the opposite door, he couldn't help but walk in and take a look.

"Xiaoyu? Are you here?" Mr. Zhang, who personally supervised the work, was instructing the moving company to move the furniture.

Yang Ruoyu looked at the messy dismantled sofas, beds, and cabinets in the house and carried them out of the house, and asked curiously, "Are you throwing away all the furniture? Does the landlord agree?"

Zhang Zhi replied: "I made an agreement with the landlord. When I quit the lease, I will give him all the furniture, and he will allow me to dispose of the previous ones as I like."

Yang Ruoyu took a look at the various furniture that was newly moved in. They were so gorgeous that even a ignorant person like himself knew that the price was expensive, but it didn't seem brand new——

"You deliberately moved all the furniture from your own house?" Yang Ruoyu asked in surprise.

"Well, the newly bought furniture has to lose its smell. I don't know how many people have used it before and it can't last. I was anxious to live in it. I had no choice but to make such a bad move before." Zhang Zhi said matter-of-factly.

"Then your house won't be able to live?"

"I'm planning to live here!" Zhang Zhi answered naturally, "Let's leave it empty for now. We'll decide where to live after you forgive me. If you like my place, we'll clean it up again. If you don't like it Let's look again, don't worry."

Yang Ruoyu heard the last routine and ignored the words, walked to the bathroom door and looked inside.The house has been decorated for several years, and the old white tiles have turned yellow, but it is strange that the inside is very clean, and the toilet, shower and sink seem to have just been replaced, sparkling under the light.

"I found a decoration company, replaced everything that could be replaced, and then went to housekeeping to clean it up thoroughly, and it finally worked." Zhang Zhi also walked to the door of the bathroom and said while looking around.

He led Yang Ruoyu to visit the bedroom again, and introduced: "There is no time to change the tiles, and the walls can't be repainted, but fortunately, the decoration at that time was very simple, and the furniture was changed. The worst thing is the kitchen. There is no time for the cabinets." Change, only the hardware. So I'm not going to use it."

Yang Ruoyu shrugged: "You don't cook anyway."

Zhang Zhi shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm really learning how to cook recently, so... When I want to show you off, can I borrow your kitchen?"

Yang Ruoyu shook his head quickly: "Don't even think about it."

"Dr. Dong can use it, why can't I?" Zhang Zhi said aggrievedly, his expression was like a child who didn't get any sugar.

Yang Ruoyu replied bluntly: "Because he doesn't look like he will ruin my kitchen!"

"Neither will I!" Zhang Zhi protested, "I've got a little foundation now! Really!"

In the evening, Mr. Zhang dragged Mr. Yang out to celebrate the housewarming.

Yang Ruoyu was gagged by the fresh foie gras, and after eating to his heart's content, he regained his quick thinking and asked, "Why did you move here?"

Zhang Zhi put down the knife and fork, and said sincerely: "This is the most effective way I can think of to solve the trust problem. We live together and shorten the physical distance, so it will be more convenient to prove to you that I am reliable now .”

Yang Ruoyu folded his arms, examined and said, "I still don't understand—we slept in the same bed a few years ago, but you were not as reliable as you are now."

"That's because I didn't want to be reliable at that time," Zhang Zhi said sternly, "but now I urgently need this change, and I will find a way to prove it to you. As for the concept, I am working hard to change it. I will show you the result of the last behavior. Believe me, Xiaoyu, there is nothing I, Zhang Zhi, want to do but can't do."

Yang Ruoyu was silent for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and said, "This is just like the Zhang Zhi I know, domineering and flamboyant. That childish ghost who was jealous of others using my kitchen at noon exploded."

Zhang Zhi said with a smile: "I also lived to be 35 years old and found out that I still have the ability to act like a spoiled child, and it is only for Teacher Yang."

Yang Ruoyu drank the water calmly, unmoved: "At present, I am not honored by this."

Zhang Zhi hurriedly said, "I understand."

"This dog-legged posture is also low."

"As long as I can please Teacher Yang, I'm willing to do it!"

"Clever tongue!"

Amidst all the noise and flirting, our Mr. Zhang and Mr. Yang officially started the same... oh no, it's neighbor life.

On the weekend, Jiang Chen brought a bunch of hot pot ingredients and a dozen beers to Mr. Yang's house to enjoy the stove. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Dong Qinglin sitting cross-legged on the sofa reading a book like a master.

"May I ask who is this?" Jiang Chen stood stiffly at the door with a heavy object in his hand, in a dilemma.

Yang Ruoyu, who opened the door for him, introduced the two of them, and then said, "We were worrying about what to have for dinner, so you came at the right time."

Jiang Chen secretly winked at him desperately, got a bright smile as an answer, and then walked in with confidence.

"If you drink beer, it's best to mix it with two cold dishes," Dong Qinglin said casually, "Ruoyu, do you have cucumbers and fungus at home?"

"You can also mix cold dishes?" Yang Ruoyu wondered, "Aren't you from Cantonese?"

"My parents are both from Shandong, look at me!" Dong Qinglin said, got up and went to the kitchen.

Jiang Chen was dumbfounded: "Not bad! And, so attentive?"

"Look at Yu!" Yang Ruoyu smiled, "Qinglin just likes cooking."

Jiang Chen burst into tears: "If I can find someone who is willing to cook for me, I will be willing to be a cow or a horse!"

Yang Ruoyu was mysterious: "Almsgiver, your face is similar to that of a poor monk. You have no luck in life, and you were born to serve others!"

Jiang Chen was speechless.

The three of them washed the seafood, set the table, and set up the induction cooker, and someone from the next door appeared at the door just in time.

"Xiao Chen is here too?" Zhang Zhi greeted cheerfully, ignoring Jiang Chen's expression of seeing a ghost when he was wearing slippers very naturally. Of course, this cheerfulness disappeared the moment he saw Dong Qinglin.

Yang Ruoyu sighed in his heart—my family is very popular recently—and asked, "Mr. Zhang, what's the matter?"

"My stove is broken, please give me some food!" Zhang Zhi exaggeratedly bowed.

Yang Ruoyu directly threw a takeaway order over.Jiang Chen hurriedly looked up at the sky, pretending that he did not exist, no matter how much Zhang Zhi looked at him, he would not be moved.Dong Qinglin smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, come and sit down! The side stove is delicious only when there are many people!"

Zhang Zhi, who didn't want to agree with any of his words, sat down reluctantly.

Yang Ruoyu rolled his eyes, took a bite of Dong Qinglin's cold dish, and exaggeratedly praised: "It's delicious!"

Dong Qinglin's gaze followed him all the time, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously after hearing his praise.Zhang Zhi's face became twice as long because of the flirting between the two.

"I heard that Mr. Zhang is also from the north, try my cold dish!" Dong Qinglin greeted.

With a sullen face, Zhang Zhi took a mouthful of mixed fungus, chewed it for a long time before saying, "It's too bland, it's not as delicious as mixed with small fish."

Yang Ruoyu's face turned cold, and he didn't say anything.Jiang Chen secretly showed his face that had been hiding behind the bowl, wanted to say something but didn't say it.But Dong Qinglin still smiled and said: "So Ruoyu can also cook? I saw that your kitchen utilization rate is very low, and I thought you usually just cook noodles."

Yang Ruoyu picked up a piece of beef, and said flatly: "In fact, I have never really liked cooking. I was forced to do a training camp for a period of time. Later, I lived in the school, and I would cook it by myself only once when I was disgusted by eating in the cafeteria. "

Dong Qinglin smiled considerately: "It's okay, I like cooking since I was a child."

Now it was Zhang Zhi's turn to change color.Trembling, Jiang Chen stuffed a big mouthful of vegetables into his mouth, and almost choked.Yang Ruoyu was busy helping Jiang Chen calm down, and finally there was a little smile on his face.

Jiang Chen almost suffered from indigestion after eating a meal, and he didn't dare to drink too much wine. Seeing that the timing was almost right, he got up and left, all he wanted to do was escape from this chaotic situation.Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhi actually said that he wanted to go with him.

"Brother Zhang Zhi lives next door? Why worry?" Knowing that this big brother must have something to say, Jiang Chen just wanted to be quiet at the moment.

"I'm going down to buy a pack of cigarettes." Zhang Zhi said casually.Jiang Chen had no words.

Yang Ruoyu sent the two to the door. Jiang Chen turned around and saw that Dong Qinglin had already put on an apron and started to clean up the dining table. The picture of the two of them was harmonious like a painting. The figure in the apron looked like a cold arrow.

The two rich second generations walked down the stairs, leaving the two Gao Zhi who had an ambiguous relationship in the room.Hearing Zhang Zhi sigh softly, Jiang Chen felt a little worried for him for some reason.

"Your senior brother told you that you don't like cooking?" Zhang Zhi finally spoke when he got downstairs.

Jiang Chen replied truthfully: "He didn't say that, but when we eat together, we either go to the cafeteria, or cook a side stove. If we don't have anything to eat, we will buy some semi-finished products and come back to process them. In short, we have never cooked seriously. .”

"...Then, what about making soup?"

"What kind of soup?"

"For example, white fungus and lotus seed soup, sugar water with the effect of reducing fire, or Cantonese-style stewed soup."

Jiang Chen smiled: "Teacher Yang is from the north... He really likes to drink sugar water, but he always goes to dessert shops to drink it. It's impossible to make it by himself... He doesn't even have a pot for soup!"

Zhang Zhi touched his chin unconsciously, but didn't speak.

"Actually, brother Zhang Zhi, you don't have to think too much," Jiang Chen hurriedly comforted him, "Mr. Yang doesn't like cooking, but he is willing to do it for you, which shows that he still treats you differently."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhi remembered that Xiaoyu did cook for himself a few times before he found out about the hickey, so he couldn't help feeling even more depressed.

"I see, I'll go up first." Zhang Zhi said and was about to go back.

Jiang Chen was surprised: "Aren't you going to buy cigarettes?"

"I'm quitting smoking recently," Zhang Zhi replied, "I found that Xiaoyu doesn't like the smell of smoke—he wrinkles his nose every time he smells it...although, I found out a bit late."

"So you came out just to ask me if I know that he doesn't like to cook?" Jiang Chen was even more surprised.

"Otherwise?" Zhang Zhi smiled slightly, "You think I'll ask you about Dong Qinglin?"

Jiang Chen nodded hesitantly.

"There is nothing to inquire about," Zhang Zhi said, "I also know that this Dong Qinglin looks good in everything, and most people will think that he is more suitable for Xiaoyu than me, but as long as I am here, this assumption is not valid. Believe me, It's man-made. Let's go!"

Jiang Chen waved his hands silently, watching the elder brother go back, and suddenly felt that he seemed to understand why Teacher Yang liked this person.Wait a minute, why does that last sentence sound so familiar? !