Are you a woman today?

On Friday, Pan Su took all his belongings and the [-] that he stole from his good brother Tao Linlin, and was fully prepared to go to Han Qi's house with the destroyed clothes.

As soon as he opened the door, Pan Su met Han Qi's smiling face: "Susu, you're here."

He should have just come back. He was wearing a neat shirt and trousers, the cuffs were rolled up to the elbows, and there were water stains on them.There was the sound of the range hood in the kitchen, probably cooking.

Pan Su scratched his cheeks, feeling that he had no face to face Han Qi, so he bowed ninety degrees first, put his clothes on his hands and confessed: "Mr. Han, I'm sorry!"

"Come in first." Han Qi threw the paper bag on the shoe cabinet, didn't even look at it, and only focused on pulling Pan Sula in.

"Where's Xi Rui?" Pan Su changed his shoes and went in, but the big golden retriever didn't rush over. He looked around in the living room, and turned his head to see the glass sliding door of the balcony closed. Xi Rui was standing with his front paws on the glass door, pitifully Xi wagged his tail at him.

When Pan Su walked over, Xi Rui wagged her tail even harder and spun around on the balcony anxiously.He used his paws to scratch the cracks in the glass door, trying to open the door that imprisoned him.

Han Qi knocked on the glass with a serious voice: "Han Xirui!"

Xi Rui let out a low cry, lying on the ground with his head drooping, his eyes were weak and helpless, wronged and pitiful.

Pan Su knelt down, greeted Xi Rui through the glass, and asked strangely, "Why don't you let it out?"

"If you are disobedient, shut it down for a week." Han Qi's expression and tone were serious, "I was educated when I went to swim in the fountain last time. If you dare to do it again this time, shut it down for a few more days to improve your memory."

Xi Rui, who was through the glass, seemed to understand, and screamed even more aggrieved, and simply got up and went back to the den with his tail hanging down.Pan Su had long forgotten that he got wet by jumping into the fountain, and now he was soft-hearted and pleaded for Xi Rui: "Is it too cruel? A week is too long, and three days is almost enough."

Han Qi had a stern face when he was teaching the dog just now, but he softened his expression when facing Pan Su, and rubbed his hair: "Don't give it a chance to get ahead, lest it think you are easy to bully, and it will be even more disobedient when you go out in the future."

Pan Su sounds a little strange, why does it feel like walking the dog will be done by him from now on?He is a temporary worker. When did he say he was going to be a permanent worker?

"When will you finish your work?" Pan Su asked.

Han Qi pushed his glasses: "Come on, this case is almost over."

Pan Su didn't know much about the lawsuit, nor did he know how long it would take for the "quick end" to end, so he nodded confusedly: "Oh, that's good."

Han Qi asked him to sit casually for a while, and he continued to cook. There were still half-finished products left in the kitchen.Pan Su was bored alone in the living room, and quietly moved to the kitchen door.

I saw Han Qi was slapping starch on the fish meat that had been cut with a flower knife, every inch was carefully patted, and no gaps were missed.The oil in the pan was already hot, and he slowly put the fish in, and there was a crackling sound immediately.Han Qi turned down the heat, and he held the fish tail in one hand and took a large spoon in the other to pour oil on the fish. After a while, the whole fish was fried golden and crispy. See the prototype of this dish.

Han Qi fished out the fried fish, and when he turned his head, he saw Pan Su standing at the door, poking his head out to look inside.He beckoned, Pan Su walked in, lowered his head and guessed: "Do you want to make squirrel mandarin fish?"

"Well," Han Qi threw the fish head into the pot, "Didn't you say you want to eat it?"

Pan Su recalled the last time they walked the dog together, Han Qi asked him what he would like to eat next time, and he gave a list of dish names as if he was reciting, among them was squirrel mandarin fish.Unexpectedly, he kept remembering, cooking such troublesome dishes in such a busy schedule.

After the delicious food, bursts of aroma floated into the nose, enticing Pan Su's taste and fascinated his heart.For some reason, a warm current surged in my heart inexplicably, and a wonderful sense of secret joy arose.

Han Qi was pressing the head of the fish with chopsticks to shape its chin. Pan Su poked his head out of curiosity to look at it. Han Qi pulled him behind him: "Stay away, the oil inside will splash out."

Pan Su obediently hid behind Han Qi, staring up at him: "You really know a lot."

Han Qi smiled. Of course, after living alone abroad for a long time, he understood everything he didn't understand.

According to the information obtained in a certain chat, Han Qi's father is of American-British mixed race, and has been doing business in Australia; his mother is Chinese, and she runs a company by herself, a standard professional woman.The two met and fell in love in Australia, and Han Qi was born.Han Qi's Chinese name was chosen by his mother, following his mother's surname. I don't remember the English name Pan Su. It seems to start with L. Anyway, if I remember it, he won't be able to use it.

Because his parents were in a foreign relationship, he had to live in two places for his career. He lived in both Australia and China since he was a child. He studied here for a few years in elementary school, and then transferred to Australia for a few years. After graduating from elementary school, he returned to China for junior high school. Entered high school in the United States, was admitted to Yale University, and did not return until after graduation.

It is this kind of experience that allowed Han Qi to live in a multilingual environment since he was a child. Chinese and English are equivalent to his mother tongue. He is also very familiar with the Australian English that is sometimes British, sometimes American, and sometimes native. Accomplished.

And since junior high school, Han Qi spent most of his time in the United States living alone. He was a teenager. He would not reach out to help others when the soy sauce bottle was down when they came home every day. Han Qi had already started to light up. The stove feeds itself in different ways every day.

Pan Su is one of those lifeless people. He guessed that he would not be able to reach Han Qi's level in this life, so he comforted him in his heart: After all, he is a male god, and there is an essential difference between him and a hanger like him. It's not that the decathlon is not qualified.

Drained all the oil from the fried fish just now, Han Qi restarted the fire, poured in the red tomato sauce and fried it, then added diced bamboo shoots, diced shiitake mushrooms, dried shrimps, and peas in turn, and stir-fried until it was fully cooked and seasoned, and finally thickened the soup Turn off the heat and pour over the fried mandarin fish.

A dish of squirrel mandarin fish with delicious flavor and color was completed before Pan Su's eyes.

Pan Su's eyes were shining brightly, twirling around like the pair of hamsters he raised. Han Qi handed him a pair of chopsticks: "Try it."

"Huh? Can I eat now?" Pan Su looked at the cooking table, and it seemed that there was nothing else to prepare.But the squirrel mandarin fish in front of me is beautiful in shape and bright in color, and this one is enough for dinner.

Han Qi opened the refrigerator and took out some stewed vegetables: "I don't have time to cook anything else today, so I bought some stewed vegetables, just enough."

Whether it’s okay or not, I have enough squirrel mandarin fish.

Facts have proved that Han Qi's male god personality has not only not collapsed, but has also been maintained quite perfectly.The squirrel mandarin fish is not only beautiful, but also delicious.The sauce is sweet and sour, the fish is crispy and tender, without any fishy smell, the taste is so good that Pan Su almost swallowed his tongue.

The stewed vegetables barely moved, the squirrel and mandarin fish were already discs, and even the tomato sauce was not spared. Pan Su scooped several spoonfuls of bibimbap and ate bowl after bowl.

Han Qi rested his chin and stared at Pan Su, his eyebrows and eyes were raised, as if he was looking at a pet he was feeding.

Pan Su put down the bowl and explained with a guilty conscience: "I usually don't eat so much."

It was already the third bowl just now. Although Han Qi's bowl was relatively small, this number broke the record.

"My bowl is relatively small, and you won't have much if you eat two more bowls." Han Qi took the initiative to step down the steps for Pan Su. He hadn't finished his own bowl of rice, so he answered two phone calls on the way, and he came back after more than ten minutes. Pan Su was already eating the second bowl by then.

"Are you full?" Han Qi asked gently.

Pan Su nodded quickly: "I'm full, I can't eat anymore."

"Okay, let's go to the mall." Han Qi stood up, picked up his suit jacket and put it on, but Pan Su stopped him: "You don't want to eat? There's still so much left."

Han Qi shook his head and tidied up his cuffs: "I don't have much appetite, let's talk about it when I go back to the law firm tonight."

"Are you going back tonight?"

"Well, come back and feed Xi Rui," Han Qi squeezed Pan Su's cheek, "By the way, feed you."

Pan Su just wanted to refute that he still used the word "hey" when he thought I was a pig, but after thinking about it, his mouth softened, the plate of squirrel mandarin fish just now almost all went into his stomach, and he was guilty of anything he said.

The two changed their shoes and were about to go out. Xi Rui came out of the nest again, jumping and screaming on the balcony to make a sense of presence, Pan Su was tying his shoes, winking at Xi Rui, and said with his mouth, "I will take you in two days." go out".

Han Qi could see all his small movements, and Han Qi stretched out his hand to rub Pan Su's hair like a smooth hair. Pan Su pushed his hand away, frowning and muttering about petting something, just like petting a dog.

Han Qi drove Pan Su to a nearby shopping mall. What Pan Su damaged was a T-shirt, but what Han Qi wanted to buy was a new shirt.Standing in a store with high-end and luxurious decoration and full of "you can't afford it" everywhere, Pan Su was a little messy, and the lady at the counter had already greeted her: "Mr. Han, welcome."

It seems that Han Qi is a frequent customer of this store. Pan Su buys most of her clothes online, and rarely visits shopping malls, let alone first-line brand stores.He was standing in the shop with hands tied, Han Qi was already chatting with the counter lady to pick out a new shirt, Pan Su had nothing to do, he picked up the suit next to him to look at the tag, and then petrified on the spot.

One, two, three, four, five... Pan Su was so startled by this string of numbers that his eyes almost fell out, and he quickly put the tag back into his suit to smooth it out, away from the row of cabinet prices.

Han Qi came over with two shirts, one light blue pinstripe and one light gray solid color, and asked Pan Su which one to choose.Pan Su shook his head, dragged him aside, and said in a low voice, "I won't choose any of them, and I can't afford any of them!"

Han Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry and asked, "Who asked you to pay?"

"...Didn't I say that I would pay for your clothes?"

"You're serious."

"..."

"Hey, help me choose one. I'll wear it when I go to court next week." Han Qi handed him two shirts. Pan Su thought that either one was good. The main reason was that Han Qi's face was there, so what to wear didn't look good. ?Even if he wears an old man's sweatshirt and flip-flops, he has a different style.

So Pan Su closed his eyes and pointed blindly: "This one."

"Okay." Han Qi called the counter lady and handed over the card by the way, "Just this one, wrap it up."

After leaving the specialty store, Pan Su felt guilty again.It was a good idea to make amends, but this time it is good, not only did not spend a penny, but also a free meal, Pan Su called to Han Qi: "Mr. Han, tell me how much it is, and I will transfer it to you."

Han Qi smiled and asked, "Is it okay without money?"

A black line was drawn on Pan Su's forehead: "Except for asking me to kiss you and date me, everything else... should be fine."

"Okay," Han Qi stopped suddenly, stretched out his hand to caress Pan Su's face, and lowered his head to his forehead, "Then let me kiss you?"

Han Qi's handsome face bursting with beauty was right in front of him, and it was the first time that Pan Su realized the incomparable facial features of a mixed race, his face turned red instantly, and he pretended to be cold and said: "If you are a girl, I can consider it, Men are noway."

"Then why are you blushing?"

"...I'm hot!"