The waves behind push the waves ahead [Network Edition]

Jiang Lang didn't expect Zhao Yunkai to be so bold, to dare to have a faceless kiss in a public place like a supermarket. After struggling a few times, his head suddenly went blank, and he subconsciously stomped on Zhao Yunkai!

"Aw!" Zhao Yun was in pain and had no choice but to let go of Jiang Lang.

Jiang Lang quickly pushed the person away, nervously checked whether there was any exposed area on his body, and smoothed out the folds of his clothes.

Seeing his nervous appearance, Zhao Yunkai wasn't annoyed at all - Jiang Lang like this is rare.

After admiring it enough, he said with a playful smile: "Don't push me away, am I not good at technology? Did it hurt you?"

Although his voice was soft, Jiang Lang was worried about being overheard by others, so he hurriedly said, "What are you talking about? You still say such things in supermarkets."

Zhao Yunkai deliberately misinterpreted Jiang Lang's meaning: "Yes, yes, we will talk about it when we go home."

So, Jiang Lang really has no choice but to meet this kind of brat.

Seeing Jiang Lang's aura of pushing him away before he disappeared, Zhao Yunkai leaned forward again without fear of death, and asked a question he cared about: "Am I really fat?"

"Fat, fat, fat," Jiang Lang said intentionally, "Fat to death, like a bear."

Zhao Yunkai cooperatively made a posture of a hungry tiger pouncing on food: "The bear will eat you that night!"

Jiang Lang coughed twice, thinking that his old body would not play with Zhao Yunkai, an energetic kid, and pushed the shopping cart directly to the fresh food area.

Zhao Yunkai looked at his reddened pinnae, secretly smiled, and stopped when he saw it, and chased after him.

The two went back with two big bags each. Zhao Yunkai held a bag containing snacks such as beef jerky and duck tongue, and a bag containing beverages such as orange juice and coconut juice. If Jiang Lang hadn't strongly opposed it, he would have moved another bag Jiang Lang’s handbag contained half a chicken, shrimps less than a catty, soup ingredients for three fresh soup, handmade meatballs, handmade fish balls, quail eggs and other meat ingredients, and a The bag in his hand contained green vegetables, cabbage, vermicelli, bean curd skin, and a large group of beef basil that Zhao Yunkai strongly requested to add.

When the two of them returned home, the heater was turned on, and it was warm, and it was like two worlds from the sub-zero temperature outside.

Zhao Yunkai put the bag in his hand on the table, then went to help Jiang Lang carry the ingredients into the kitchen, washed his hands and planned to help.

Jiang Lang took off his apron and wrapped it around his waist. Seeing Zhao Yunkai's eagerness to help, his heart was filled with warmth sweeter than honey.

The three delicacies soup that I eat at home is not so particular about the selection of ingredients. As long as the umami taste is maintained, I can put whatever I like.

But so many ingredients are placed in one pot, it seems too crowded, and there is no place to put the chopsticks.

Jiang Lang thought about it, and finally decided to cook in two separate pots, both of which were filled with chicken, shrimp, green vegetables, cabbage, vermicelli, and bean curd skin. , put it in a pot.

Although Zhao Yunkai's house is well-decorated, the kitchen is obviously a place that is rarely used. Jiang Lang was worried. After taking out the pot, he washed it inside and out twice, and then turned it upside down to wait for the water to drain.

Taking advantage of this time, Zhao Yunkai dragged Jiang Lang to the sofa in the living room, just like at Jiang Lang's house, watching a movie with someone in his arms.

Jiang Lang was busy with work, and during this period of time, his biological father came to make trouble. Jiang Lang leaned in the arms of his little boyfriend, feeling drowsy, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, his head nodding In the end, I couldn't bear the attack of drowsiness, closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Zhao Yunkai felt that the person in his arms was quiet, he turned his head and found that Jiang Lang had fallen asleep.

So, Zhao Yunkai turned off the TV, and he hugged Jiang Lang himself, and carried him back to the guest bedroom.

The weight in his hands was lighter than before, and without even thinking about it, he knew that Jiang Lang was really exhausted during this time, and his heart ached for a long time.

Just as Zhao Yunkai was lying on the bedside looking at Jiang Lang's sleeping face, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, followed by a conversation between his parents.

"Is Yunkai at home?"

"Look at the shoes, and his friend is also there."

"Yunkai? Where are you, Yunkai? Mom and Dad are back."

Worried that Jiang Lang would be disturbed, Zhao Yunkai walked out quietly, closed the door of the guest bedroom gently, and then trotted to the door: "Mom and Dad, why are you back?"

"Mom and Dad can't come back?" Zhao's mother asked deliberately.

"Of course not," Zhao Yunkai replied with a smirk, "What do you guys do when you come back?"

Zhao's parents looked at each other helplessly, this time it was Zhao's father who spoke: "What? Can't come back if you have nothing to do? This is our home, right?"

Zhao Yunkai finally figured out that his parents simply went home, unlike usual, when they go home at this point, they usually change clothes or get documents.

"By the way, where are your friends?" Because Zhao Yunkai told himself before that Mother Zhao was quite concerned about Jiang Lang - after all, although his son has friends, he rarely has such close friends.

"Oh, he just fell asleep." Zhao Yunkai was a little nervous. After all, this was the first time Jiang Lang met his "in-laws."

"Really? I heard it's from an advertising company. I usually work a lot of overtime." Zhao's mother took off the scarf wrapped around her neck and said, "Let's go out to eat today. What does your friend like to eat?"

Zhao Yunkai thought of the pile of ingredients in the kitchen and said, "Oh, we decided to have dinner at home today."

Mother Zhao was a little surprised: "You know how to cook?"

Zhao Yunkai answered rightly: "No, it's Jiang Lang who cooks dinner."

Zhao's mother and Zhao's father disagreed: "He is a guest, how can you let him cook for you? No, no, this decision is not good. How can a guest cook for the host? Well, I will do it. , what did you buy today?"

Facing his mother who was in a hurry, Zhao Yunkai had no choice but to answer honestly: "We plan to make three delicacies soup, we bought a lot, you go in and have a look."

Mother Zhao immediately strode into the kitchen, estimated what they bought, and asked her husband to buy something else.

The movement outside woke up Jiang Lang. When he woke up, he was shocked at first, and then he remembered that he was already in Zhao Yunkai's house, and he had to find time to talk to the landlord about the lease cancellation in the past two days.

Hearing the vague conversation coming from the living room, Jiang Lang, who was slowly waking up, understood what happened when he was sleeping.

It was impossible to escape, Jiang Lang turned over and got out of bed, changed into a casual outfit again, patted his face, and walked out in the best condition possible.

Hearing the movement in the room, Mother Zhao, who had been chatting with her son, turned around immediately, and saw a tall and thin man approaching, saw herself, and greeted with a smile neither humble nor humble: "Hello, Auntie. "

52. Dining table

◎I have to say that Jiang Lang's appearance is the type that can be enjoyed by all age groups, plus...◎

It has to be said that Jiang Lang's appearance is the type that can be eaten by all age groups, and Zhao's mother has heard a lot of Jiang Lang's deeds from her son before seeing him, and knows that her family After becoming good friends with Jiang Lang, the son who I usually neglected to take care of, he was often taken care of by Jiang Lang, and the base of favorability was already large.

Seeing the real person today, seeing Jiang Lang's clean and gentlemanly appearance, Zhao's mother's favorability for Jiang Lang increased by more than ten percentage points.

She immediately left her son behind and stepped forward to greet Jiang Lang: "Are you up? Come, come and sit, what do you want to eat? Auntie will cut a piece of fruit for you."

Facing his future "mother-in-law", Jiang Lang naturally wouldn't let Zhao's mother cut fruit for him so shamelessly, he gave Zhao Yunkai a look and said with a smile: "No need, auntie, you just came back Rest for a while, I have enough rest, I will cut fruit for you."

Zhao Yunkai and Jiang Lang had a good understanding, and he understood each other's eyes. At this time, his emotional intelligence was on the line, and he quickly put his hands on his mother's shoulders, took him to the chair, and said, "Yes, mother, you should rest first. After a while, Jiang Lang and I will prepare dinner together."

Mother Zhao was obviously very happy, and she couldn't help laughing out loud when she heard her son say this: "When will you know how to cook? Before, your father and I were not at home. You would rather eat instant noodles or order takeaway than go into the kitchen Is it?"

Zhao Yun was happy thinking that he had helped Jiang Lang so many times, and he had learned a little bit. Seeing that his mother didn't believe it, he immediately wanted to show his hand: "I'll cook tonight!"

The mother and son laughed together in the living room, at this time Jiang Lang also came out with a plate of fruit and sat down to join the conversation.

When Zhao's father came back with vegetables, he saw a strange man talking happily with his wife and children.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Jiang Lang was the first to stand up, and Zhao Yunkai quickly followed after seeing this.

"Hello, uncle."

"dad."

Zhao's father looked up at his wife who was carrying vegetables for him: "Who is this?"

"It's Jiang Lang, who is Yun Kai's friend. The relationship between the two is very good."

Jiang Lang immediately said: "Uncle, I will be staying at your house temporarily for the next two days, sorry to bother you."

Zhao's father's favorability for this young man rose immediately, and he shook his hand immediately, saying that Jiang Lang can stay for a few more days, as if he were at his own home, don't be polite.

Looking at the handsome Jiang Lang and his own son who still had a childish face, Zhao's father sighed in his heart—if his son could mature earlier, he would start