Oral period

After all, the night before was tough, Xia Jingzhe woke up after noon, and was still woken up by hunger—struggled with his physiological instincts in his sleep, and finally struggled to wake up after missing two meals .

I woke up naturally after sleeping, and I didn't feel any waking up, but I was so hungry that I was drowsy. The wound from last night was swollen, but it hurt more than before. I didn't even need to think about it.He carefully supported the edge of the bed and sat up, so as not to bump the wound. When he saw the door, he froze for a moment, and suddenly came back to his senses, remembering that there was another person at home.

With Zhenxiao's ability to take care of himself, it is impossible to expect him to go downstairs to look for food by himself--I sent him out yesterday, and I still relied on the video call to point out the way step by step, where to go to buy what medicine, and it was only a short distance away. The screen communicated with the clerk—you can’t order takeaway without an address, and you’re probably starving at this point.

For some reason, when the pillow was associated with the word "hungry", he felt very distressed. When he thought of the poor child who was suffering and starving, his distress was mixed with a little guilty conscience, which prompted him to not bother to change clothes. He went straight to the living room to find someone.

It's not the pitiful scene imagined, Zhen Xiao is still sitting in the corner of the sofa, playing with his mobile phone with his sleepy hair on his head, with unpacked potato chips beside him, he doesn't seem to be dying of hunger, but his face is a little pale .

Xia Jingzhe heaved a sigh of relief, felt the faint pain in his back, so he slowed down and moved slowly behind him, wanting to eat potato chips but couldn't bend down, so he could only turn to the other party for help.

"Are you awake?" Zhen Xiao put down his phone, and the chat interface with someone flashed past on the screen, as if he deliberately didn't let him see it——Yiyan picked up the potato chips and handed them to his mouth, watching him eat them unprepared After repeating this five or six times, Xia Jingzhe finally recovered from the starving trance, asked him vaguely what he wanted to eat, and ordered takeaway.

He wore a shirt before going to bed. The collar was too hard and it hurt sorely, so he unbuttoned several buttons, looking a little disheveled.Zhen Xiao caught a glimpse of the white flesh exposed by his neckline, was startled, looked away in a little panic, and answered the irrelevant question: "Put your clothes on first..."

Xia Jingzhe lowered her head and took a look, her ears felt hot, but she still pretended to be calm and said: "Why are you so excited, it's not like I haven't seen it before."

I've seen it—I've seen him with his entire back exposed and red and swollen scars on his shoulders, and I've seen him casually put on a short sleeve in the dormitory, and his wide neckline occasionally slipped to reveal his collarbone and shoulders with the momentum.Not only have I seen it, but I brought it back to my dream last night, and even made a little use of it, making the supposedly ordinary picture self-contained with a charming meaning...

Now there is another material, the boy in his dream is disheveled, with three or four buttons unbuttoned on his shirt, revealing the fair skin on his chest that has not seen the sun all year round, the black hair hangs around his neck, and the longest strands are just like this It hangs down and folds at the collarbone, black and white are distinct, as if emphasizing the turbulent voice of last night's dream.

Zhen Xiao looked at the back of him leaving in a hurry, sighed silently, and realized that her imagination might be a bit too rich, and she was able to make up for the image of the other party raising his hand, slender fingers wrapped around the buttons of the clothes one by one .

Not quite right.

The mobile phone on the coffee table vibrated, bringing him back to reality from his gradually wandering imagination—Xia Jingzhe just happened to come out of the bathroom with his toothbrush in his teeth. Seeing him bowing his head to reply to the message, he found it novel, so he casually asked: "What is it with you?" Who's chatting?"

"It's nothing, someone I don't know well," Zhen Xiao quickly typed a few words, cut out the chat interface, and seemed to be deliberately changing the subject, "When will I order takeaway, I'm so hungry——"

Love to talk or not.Xia Jingzhe scratched her hair, suppressed the subtle sourness in her heart, and deliberately choked him: "My mobile phone is on the bedside table, go get it yourself, the password is 0407."

"Huh? Is it your birthday?"

The other party's expression seemed to dim for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal. He shook his head and said nothing, then turned and went to wash up.

Zhen Xiao was stunned for a moment, recalling a certain scene in his comics, and suddenly realized something——April [-]th, spring...

Was it the day they first met each other?

Xia Jingzhe came out after washing, and saw that he was still sitting on the sofa without moving, and was a little puzzled: "Aren't you hungry?"

"Well," Zhen Xiao nodded and said seriously, "I don't know what you want to eat."

"I'm free, as long as it's not too spicy—but speaking of it, there's a shopping mall downstairs, and it seems a bit of a disadvantage to order takeaway. Do you want to go down and have a look?"

The other party glanced at his shoulder, and pointedly said: "Can you go down..."

That’s right, when he was walking, he felt pain when he was vaguely involved in the wound, not to mention going out to look for food, but the idea of ​​not eating takeaway had already started. , asked on a whim: "By the way, you don't even know instant noodles, don't you know how to cook?"

Sensing the vague teasing in the other party's words, Zhen Xiao hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded, and said truthfully, "No."

"That can't be done. Cooking is a very important part of self-care ability-and you can get extra points for chasing girls." Xia Jingzhe smiled meaningfully, "It's rare to have a chance, let me teach you, it seems that there is Electric cooker or something."

I don't know where he came to the conclusion that he is interested in the "bonus points for chasing girls"... Zhen Xiao looked at his excited expression, and swallowed the rebuttal that came to his mouth again, and changed his words suspiciously: "Can you cook?"

"I can cook some simple home-cooked dishes. When I was a child, my aunt was busy taking care of my grandma. I was afraid to trouble them, so I learned a little-hey, what kind of expression do you have? Even if you can't call it superb, it's more than enough to dump you ten or eight blocks, okay?" !"

"No, I don't question your cooking skills." Zhen Xiao turned his eyes away and said quietly, "If you are so good at it, chasing girls should be a plus..."

Facing the empty refrigerator, it seems that it is still difficult to set up the boiler on the ground.

It is impossible to go out to buy vegetables, and regardless of whether Xia Jingzhe can go out freely, just thinking of the scene where two male high school students sneak into the vegetable market and walk through a group of uncles and aunts is difficult for him to accept, let alone bring With such a self-care waste like Zhenxiao, let alone helping with grocery shopping, it would be good if he didn't make trouble.

Moreover, there is an empty induction cooker and pots and bowls, but even the most basic oil, salt, and seasonings... Xia Jingzhe looked at the empty kitchen, thought for a long time, and decided to use takeaway to solve the ingredients and seasonings.

"Are you finished..." Zhen Xiao stood aside with his mobile phone, and followed his instructions to add each ingredient to the shopping cart. Seeing the "500ml" note under the peanut oil, he hesitated, "This is too much."

Xia Jingzhe glanced at him: "Do you think you can learn to cook in one meal?"

Someone raised unprecedented doubts about his learning ability, but this is not a question that can be refuted by how many competition awards he has won or how many full marks he has scored in the exam—Zhen Xiao was speechless, and put the bottle of oil in the bottle with no expression on his face. shopping cart.

"Besides, it's not just one meal. Come back to school on Monday. I don't want to go back to sleep on a hard bed-you see, let's say less than four or five meals in two days. It won't matter if you leave the seasoning Bad, it can still be used when you come here during the next holiday," Xia Jingzhe explained in a muttering voice, "Isn't it also coming to the small long holiday? If I remember correctly, it seems to be the end of this month."

Zhen Xiao blinked, and keenly captured a certain key word: "Next time?"

He doesn't need to sleep on a hard bed, someone sleeps on the sofa for him.

"Hmm..." Xia Jingzhe seemed to be aware of this problem, her voice became lower and lower, and finally cleared her throat without embarrassment, "Let's talk about it next time, let's buy vegetables first, I'm hungry."

There is only one bedroom that can sleep people, and he can't let Zhenxiao sleep on the sofa all the time. The only bed is spacious enough to sleep two people, but their relationship doesn't seem to be to the point where they can share a bed—— Among ordinary same-sex friends, two boys have a clear conscience. It is not surprising that they share the same bed, but does he really have a clear conscience...

He couldn't figure out the answer to this question until he finished selecting the ingredients and paid for the order.

Half an hour later, the delivery guy arrived as scheduled, and delivered two big bags full of them——Xia Jingzhe picked the ingredients half by reading the recipes and half by feeling. He had a premonition that teaching the other party to cook would not be a quick thing, and he bought a bag of food by the way. Bag dumplings, so as not to overturn hungry.

This time Zhenxiao was very obedient, it was probably the first time in his life that he saw frozen pork and so many unprocessed vegetables, he was still digesting what happened before him, and knew that he had no right to speak, so he followed Xia Jingzhe's instructions It means to open the plastic bag, put the ingredients into the refrigerator by category, and unpack the seasoning one by one, and put them neatly in the corner of the table, obedient like a robot.

Xia Jingzhe happily dispatched him, sat on a chair far away, watched him earnestly untie the plastic strips binding the shallots, his expression was devoted as if he was facing an enemy, he couldn't help chuckling: "It won't jump up and hit you. "

"...I don't want to learn anymore," Zhen Xiao put down the bundle of green onions, turned to look at him, his eyes were begging for mercy, soft, innocent and sincere, "I don't chase girls."

Xia Jingzhe raised her eyebrows: "Then who did you chat with just now, so energetically?"

It turned out to be waiting for him here.

Tasting the unknowing sourness in the other party's words, the smile in Zhen Xiao's eyes deepened a little, and he started to tease him for no reason, and stuttered so that it was fake: "I'm not familiar with it, cough, don't ask .”

Xia Jingzhe really took the bait, and his expression became visibly displeased: "I like to talk or not—I washed the vegetables, so much nonsense."

"Huh? What do you want to wash?"

"Didn't I send you the recipe? The phone is right next to you. If you don't have eyes, you can't read it by yourself." Xia Jingzhe got up and walked to the living room, his irritability was almost written on his face, "Call me after washing!"