Two pots of water

Jiang Chu pressed the flush button, took some water from the faucet on the washstand next to him to rinse his mouth, and explained to Tan Zui in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, it's not for you."

Tan Zui looked at him with a dark face for a while, then turned and went out.

Jiang Chu heard him turn on the light, went to pour another glass of water, and knocked it on the dining table with a "clang".

When he finished washing and went out of the bathroom, Tan Zui's room door was closed and he had already returned to his room. Zhou Teng was lying on his stomach in front of his door.

"You kissed him now, didn't you?" He said to Zhou Teng in a breathy voice.

Zhou Teng flicked his tail, too lazy to talk to him.

The next morning, Jiang Chu was awakened by the fragrance.

Tan Zui stewed a pot of rice porridge, bought fried dough sticks and tea eggs, and sat there to eat them.

"Why didn't you call me?" Jiang Chu yawned and slumped on the opposite chair.

He wanted to reach out to grab the porridge bowl, but Qin Zui blocked his hand with chopsticks, biting half of a fried dough stick and said indifferently, "Brush your teeth."

"Ah." Jiang Chu rubbed the back of his head and stood up again, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

After washing up and sitting down to eat, the two of them lived in peace, and no one mentioned the bump at the corner of their mouths last night.

Jiang Chu didn't think much of it, it was just an accident after all, when he was in school, there were a lot of crazy fights between boys, and if it was awkward, it would only be awkward for Tan Zui, a sensitive adolescent who couldn't be recruited or touched.

But he watched Tan Zui a few times while drinking the porridge, but he didn't seem to respond.

It is estimated that he came from here to fight chickens and fights for a while, and his face was also practiced at the same time.

Tan Shuman met Tan Zui this time, but he didn't decide to stay at the hotel. At about 10:30, Jiang Liantian called Jiang Chu and asked them to eat at home.

Qin couldn't see any joy or anger at all, as always he was indifferent and a little impatient, and followed Jiang Chu into the car to celebrate his birthday.

"Haven't you been there before?" Jiang Chu asked while driving the car, "Her new home."

"En." Tan Zui responded.

"Is your birthday on the 13th?" Jiang Chu glanced at him.

Qin most looked over.

"The last time I went back to the hospital, it looked like September 9 was on your ID card," Jiang Chu said.

Qin didn't refute at all, and if he didn't refute, he was right.

It seems that every time we talk about birthday, Tan Zui looks like he doesn't want to talk, and he didn't get a result when he asked what year it was last time.

These are not important now, Jiang Chu was still thinking about what to give Tan Zui, so he took out the cigarette case and tapped a cigarette out to smoke.

Yesterday he knocked on the door and interrupted the masturbation, why don't you really give me a masturbation cup?

He was thinking wildly about throwing the box into the truck, but Tan Zui raised his hand and bit out one.

"It's over." Jiang Chu glanced at the rearview mirror and turned the steering wheel, "I haven't had a drink yet, my sophomore brother."

Qin Zui paused when he heard this address, took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it, and held it to Jiang Chu's side by the way.

Jiang Chu tilted his head, lit a cigarette with Tan Zui's hand, squinted his eyes and closed half of the car window.

When the car drove halfway, Jiang Chu turned on the navigation.

Jiang Liantian and Tan Shuman bought a house after their second marriage, and Jiang Chu only visited it once. It's been two years, so I can't remember the way.

After entering the community, he called Jiang Liantian and asked about the specific buildings. When he parked the car and went upstairs with Qin Zui, Jiang Chu couldn't help feeling a little emotional. The four of them took time to get together. On birthdays, no one is like a family with anyone.

He glanced at Tan Zui, and today's birthday star was probably more emotional than him.

"Let's go, be happy." Jiang Chu put his arms around his shoulders, thinking that he had seen Jiang Liantian twice in the past two months, and that he should visit his own mother soon.

Tan Zui really developed an anti-allergic physique, and those who were touched by Jiang Chu didn't react so much. He looked at Jiang Chu and didn't say anything.

Coming out of the elevator, there was an aroma of stewed pork ribs in the corridor.

This time it was Tan Shuman who came out to welcome the door. Jiang Liantian's voice came from the kitchen, shouting, "Is it Tan Zui? Or cake?"

Tan Shuman glanced at Tan Zui, raised the corners of his mouth restrainedly, and looked at his clothes today, but it was Jiang Chu who greeted him first.

"It must be a little busy today, Xiao Chu." She let them in and handed Jiang Chu a pair of slippers.

Jiang Chu said "ah", took it and threw it under Tan Zui's feet first, then changed into his own, smiled, "It's a bit."

Jiang Liantian stretched out his head from the kitchen to greet them: "Sit down first, the cake will be here soon, Tan Zui, your mother specially ordered it this morning... Oh, Tan Zui changed her hairstyle, she looks very energetic."

Tan Zui didn't speak to Tan Shuman, and nodded to Jiang Liantian.

Jiang Chu pinched a piece of cumin mutton from the table, seeing the atmosphere between the mother and son was embarrassing for them.

The same is true for Tan Shuman. Yesterday all the calls came. Ordering a cake is only a matter of a phone call, and it can be delayed until this morning.

Made fresh?

"Jiang Chu, come and help Dad make some cold dishes." Jiang Liantian called again.

Jiang Chu can cook fried rice with eggs even now, Jiang Liantian has something to say to him.

He looked for the remote control on the TV cabinet, turned on the TV and played a random program, and patted Tan Zui on the back as he passed by: "You sit and play with your phone first."

"The mutton is good." Jiang Chu went into the kitchen to wash his hands and boasted.

"That's right, it's okay after I tasted it, it was delivered early in the morning." Jiang Liantian brought him a small pot and three preserved eggs, "Peel this off."

"Don't clean up the oysters." Jiang Chu looked at the ingredients prepared next to him, picked up an egg and knocked it.

"What's the matter? Don't you like food?" Jiang Liantian kicked a trash can under his feet.

"Tan is most allergic to seafood." Jiang Chu said, "The last time you came home from the wind, you had a red rash all over your body."

Jiang Liantian was stunned, and lowered his voice: "Then why didn't he say anything?"

"Your wife didn't say anything." Jiang Chu smiled.

Jiang Liantian didn't speak, and glanced towards the living room. The two of them were sitting on one end of the sofa, as if they had just thrown together a meal.

Covering the kitchen door, Jiang Liantian fumbled in his pocket to light a cigarette, and handed the cigarette case to Jiang Chu.

Jiang Chu waved his hand and asked softly, "Is it my own?"

"Nonsense." Jiang Liantian turned down the heat of the stew, took an egg and slowly peeled it, and spoke vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth, "We separated too early, when your Aunt Tan divorced his father, Qin Zui is only six or seven years old, and he hasn't been in touch for so many years, so he picked it up just now, it's a bit rusty and normal."

Is it "received"?

"What do you mean?" Jiang Chu peeled his eggs and raised his eyebrows, "If his father is not dead, he still doesn't intend to recognize his son?"

Jiang Liantian definitely knew something, Jiang Chu could tell from his expression, but Jiang Liantian didn't want to say it.

"That's the way it will be in the future?" Jiang Chu continued, "Just like this now, don't expect Tan Zui to take care of her in the future."

"You've been thinking all day that you won't provide for your father's retirement, right?" Jiang Liantian kicked Jiang Chu's ass.

"Hey, don't touch me, the basin fell off." Jiang Chu frowned and avoided it, feeling like he had borrowed Tan Zui's lines.

Jiang Liantian smoked half of the range hood again, with an expression as if he was finally about to say something when the doorbell rang again.

"Is it ready?" Tan Shuman took the cake from the store and pushed open the kitchen door, and asked with a smile, "You can do whatever you want, or I'll help you?"

"The cake is here?" Jiang Liantian crushed the cigarette in the sink, "That's all right, let Tan take the cake apart first."

"It's over." Jiang Chu peeled the last preserved egg and threw it into the small basin, "Hurry up and adjust it, I'll go out and wait."

He washed his hands, took the cake from Tan Shuman's hand, and put it in the middle of the dining table.

Tan Shuman really went into the kitchen to help with the cooking. Jiang Chu glanced at Tan Zui, sat down on the armrest of the sofa next to him, and touched Tan Zui's shoulder.

Tan Zui turned his face, and Jiang Chu quickly stuffed a piece of mutton into his mouth.

"Drink more soup in a while," Jiang Chu leaned over and grabbed a tissue from the side to wipe his hands, thinking about Tan Zui's expression of wanting to chew mutton with his mouth in his mouth, "The old man is good at being a father. Soup is a must, my mother used to always say he should be a dick."

Tan Zui stared at Jiang Chu's smiling eyes for a long while, then twitched the corners of his mouth in a rare way, and with a low "hmm", he turned his neck and munched on the mutton to watch TV.

When Jiang Liantian and Tan Shuman came out of the kitchen and the four of them were sitting around the dining table, Jiang Chu regretted coming over to be a part of the meal.

——This is the most embarrassing birthday party he has ever attended, bar none.

For example, it was even more embarrassing when Fang Zi confessed his love to Xi Hua to celebrate someone's birthday, but was rejected on the spot.

Jiang Liantian tried his best to smile and talk, trying to make the atmosphere warmer. Tan Shuman also tried his best to talk and laugh, but he was always in a daze. After a long time, the thorns on Qin Zui's face would hurt her eyes.

Jiang Chu wanted to add a few words to help, but Tan Zui was next to him with an expression of "it has nothing to do with me", which was really meaningless.

"Okay, then let's unpack the cake first?" Jiang Liantian rubbed his hands, shouted "Qin Zui", and winked at Jiang Chu vigorously.

"Okay, come on, tear it down." Jiang Chu kicked Tan Zui's chair leg.

Tan smiled at Jiang Liantian in the most pure and polite way, and stretched out his hand to tug the ribbon on the cake box.

"You too." Jiang Liantian patted Tan Shuman's arm and asked her to help take it apart.

"I don't know if it looks good or not. The little girl in the store told me all about it." Tan Shuman stroked her hair with a smile, stood up and picked up the upside-down cake box.

The cake is nothing special, the molds in the chain stores are similar, and the lace is framed very delicately.

But what attracted the eyes of four people at the same time was the beautiful calligraphy on the cake.

- happy birthday qin drunk

"It's sloppy enough." Jiang Chu smiled, "Just introduce yourself, you can write the wrong words for us."

However, no one answered his voice.

Tan Zui, Tan Shuman, and Jiang Liantian all fixed their eyes on the word "drunk", as if they were staring at a grenade.

What is this?

Jiang Chu was going to be taken aback by their reaction, it's just a typo, it's not a big deal, right?

"I'll call another one." He took out his phone.

"Yes, let your brother call one more." Jiang Liantian hurriedly said.

Tan Zui moved his arm, pressed down Jiang Chu's hand, moved his gaze from the cake to Tan Shuman's face, and looked at her expressionlessly.

"I..." Tan Shuman blinked, and looked at Tan Zui in a panic, then at Jiang Liantian, and then back at Tan Zui.

"It's the clerk who made a mistake, Tan Zui," Jiang Liantian explained for her seriously, "Your mother..."

Before he finished speaking, Tan Zui moved back the stool, made a harsh sound on the wooden floor, and stood up.

Jiang Chu frowned, and for a moment, he had the illusion that Tan wanted to do something, and he grabbed his wrist reflexively.

Tan Zui shook off Jiang Chu's hand, didn't get angry, and didn't do anything to the cake. He looked at the word "drunk" again, and pulled out the "17 years old" metal plate stuck on the cake.

"Misremember." Tan Zui put his thumb against the metal plate, with a little force, snapped the small plate on the dining table, and looked at Tan Shuman again, "I'm eighteen."

Tan Shuman's eyelids trembled, and he opened his mouth.

Qin didn't give her a chance to speak, turned around and kicked the stool away, and strode out.