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As far as housekeeping's specialty dishes are concerned, Tang Yuan doesn't have one. His ability is to combine the ingredients that can be seen in front of him into a delicious way.

Egg and shrimp cake, two dishes of cold salad, served with a pot of hot porridge.Tang Yuan put the whole casserole on the table, put down the pot and touched his ears as it was so hot, he yelled, "Let's serve! Serve the little leaf on the table."

"Mr. Sang, you also come to the table." He said and went back to get the chopsticks.

Sang Ye was so hungry, she put down her toys and ran over, wanting to use a spoon from the casserole to serve herself porridge, but was stopped by Sang Qingshi.

"It's very hot, sit down and I'll serve it for you."

"Brother, I want a big bowl."

Sang Qingshi really gave him a big bowl, "Blow it before eating."

Tang Yuan came back with the tableware, helped Sang Qingshi and Xiao Yezi pull down their chairs, and said in a good mood: "Mr. Sang, please sit down and eat, Xiao Yezi, you use a spoon."

It was a huge rectangular marble table, but the three of them got together at one corner.Sang Qingshi sat across from Tang Yuan and Sang Ye, surrounded by porridge, side dishes and egg pancakes, and the smoke and fire of the world evaporated from the casserole.

Xiao Yezi was in a hurry to eat, so she stuffed her mouthful of pancakes and ran off to play.This kind of harmless child at home never interferes when he is young. He is strict, but not rigid and dogmatic.Especially seeing that the 19-year-old is still not worry-free, I feel that I can't ask too much from the four-year-old.

"Tell me why you drank yesterday."

There were only the two of them left on the table, Tang Yuan was immersed in the happy breakfast time, and almost forgot that Sang Qingshi still had an account with him, and he was so nervous that he didn't even dare to move his chopsticks, "I'm having dinner with my classmates .”

Sang Qing was not angry but arrogant, "How much did you drink?"

"Three or four bottles of beer." Tang Yuan seemed to have done something wrong, his face almost sank into the bowl.

Three or four bottles, don't say too much, Sang Qingshi didn't think he would lie, so he didn't pursue it, "Why do you want to come here?"

Tang Yuan put his hands under the table in embarrassment, grabbed the hem of his clothes and whispered, "If I say I don't know, will you not believe me?"

"I clearly remembered that when I got home, I opened the door with the key... It just didn't seem to open... I'm sorry..." Tang Yuan tried his best to explain the unbelievable events of last night, but the more he said, the more he couldn't believe it, and he was at a loss Stealthily glanced at Sang Qing's expression, afraid that he would think he was making up a lie.

Fortunately, Sang Qingshi just listened to the explanation calmly, with no expression on his face, and then asked: "What do you remember?"

Tang Yuan shook his head honestly, and suddenly remembered something important, he said in a panic: "Did I ring the doorbell last night? Did you knock loudly? Did you scare Xiao Yezi?"

"No." Sang Qing said it in one word, hiding all the details, not wanting to mention the matter of him setting off the alarm, nor the matter of him crying when he saw him.Sang Qingshi did not let Xiao Yezi accompany him to celebrate the new year, and Sang Qingshi reflected on himself last night, and it was a bit unreasonable.

Tang Yuan is soft-tempered and can swallow bitterness very well, but his easy-going and non-competitive nature should not be the reason why he is ignored.

It was because I had bad thoughts about him, deliberately alienated him, and didn't let him meet Xiao Yezi during the Chinese New Year.

But this doormat is still cooking for himself with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye.

When Tang Yuan saw that Sang Qing didn't talk much, he felt more and more uneasy. He found that he was very concerned about Sang Qing's opinion of him, afraid of being disliked, afraid of being disliked, "I'm sorry, I disturbed your rest last night."

"Fortunately, I slept late." Sang Qingshi didn't take it to heart, and didn't want to see Tang Yuan always be sincere and fearful towards him.If there is anything he really thinks Tang Yuan is sorry for him, it is that he has lit the fire several times and then ignored it.

This kid should really be thankful that he is different from beasts.

"By the way, Mr. Sang, I...why are your clothes there?" Tang Yuan didn't get angry when he saw Sang Qing, so Tang Yuan dared to ask about what he had doubts all morning.

Sang Qing glanced at Tang Yuan for a moment, picked up the chopsticks that had been put down, and picked up the vegetables with lowered eyes, "You went up the stairs, I picked it up."

It was a little better than Tang Yuan expected, but it was embarrassing enough, and he made amends for himself without confidence: "Sorry, I must be drunk, I don't usually have the habit of taking off my clothes everywhere."

Coincidentally, Sang Qingshi didn't have the habit of undressing others.

"I don't know how much I can drink? Don't you know if you can't drink?"

Tang Yuan accepted the question with his head drooping, and explained the reason in a low voice: "Yesterday, two students in our class were together. Everyone was happy, so we drank more."

Sang Qingshi's eyelids rolled up, "Why are you happy when someone else is in love?"

It reminded Tang Yuan of the school girl who kept pulling him to talk during dinner yesterday.

If it wasn't for him being self-indulgent, judging from the experience of being approached by girls in the past, the girl named Xiaomeng should have similar meanings.Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, thinking that she might be the one who gave the keychain and left WeChat?

Just out of caution, Tang Yuan wanted to confirm it, and when he raised his head to ask Sang Qing: "Mr. Sang, do you have any impression that the last time I came before the Chinese New Year, I left it in this small iron box, pink, and that one? Is there any more?"

As he spoke, he made gestures with his hands to draw the size.

Sang Qingshi's face darkened imperceptibly.

Without saying a word, he got up and took a few steps out of the dining room. After a while, he came back with the small "courtship" box, and slapped it on the marble table, making a loud noise.

Tang Yuan hurriedly thanked him, opened the box and poured out the note inside, searched the WeChat account on the mobile phone, and the avatar that popped up was indeed that of "friend" Xiaomeng.I am very annoyed that I added someone else's WeChat in such a muddled manner, but it is best not to make any misunderstandings.

"Have you finished eating? Go back after eating." Sang Qing looked coldly at Tang Yuan's ever-changing expression, and just wanted to throw him out immediately.

Since that time years ago, Tang Yuan has adjusted his mentality, and will no longer be glassy about Sang Qingshi's chasing guests.A person of his status must be very busy, with many serious things to do, and complicated things to think about, so he can't be disturbed for too long.

He put the box hastily into his pocket, and when he saw Sang Qing had finished eating, he stood up and began to clean up the table: "I'm done, I'll wash the dishes and leave."

"No need." Sang Qing said.

Tang Yuan thought that Sang Qing was being polite to him, so he quickly stacked the tableware together, ready to take it to the kitchen, and said with a smile, "Soon, I'll throw it in the dishwasher."

Sang Qing was left to him.

Tang Yuan rinsed the bowl, wiped the stove, and hung up the dishcloth, only then did he have a sense of reality about what happened from last night to now.

Before leaving, Xiao Ye Zi reluctantly saw him off at the door, her sadness and frustration written all over her face, she clenched her fists and told herself not to cry.

Tangyuan still has to find his aunt, so he can't spend too much time with him, he understands.

Sang Qingshi couldn't remember when Auntie came to work without an hour, and the curtains in the living room and kitchen were kept closed, and no one noticed that it was snowing outside.

The first snow after the year fell heavily, and as soon as the door was opened, a few pieces rushed into the house, wrapped in the cold air and falling through the courtyard, like catkins and flying flowers.

"Brother Qingshi, it's snowing!"

Sang Qingshi didn't intend to see Tang Yuan off at the door, but little Sang Ye pulled her sleeves to see the snow.

Tang Yuan put on his fur ball hat, pulled the zipper of the cotton coat to his chin, and wrapped half of his face with a scarf, ready to wave goodbye to him and Sang Ye, turned and walked into the wind and snow.Like a bamboo in the harsh winter, it is thin and easy to break, but it has the most tenacious and fresh vitality.

Compared to the last night when he was crying out of breath at his door, now he seems to be fully charged.

In fact, there is no need to treat him too badly.

Taking advantage of Sang Ye's nap time, Sang Qingshi went to the gym downstairs to exercise for a while.He seldom listened to music, so he threw his mobile phone in the living room, only to see two missed calls when he came back.

It was Tang Yuan who called, and the latter call was exactly half an hour ago, so he should have arrived home.

Sang Qingshi dialed the phone back, but it took Tang Yuan a long time to pick it up, his voice still panting.

"What do you need from me?" Sang Qing asked concisely.

Tang Yuan's tone was a bit awkward, "Mr. Sang, I have nowhere to go, can I go back to your place later?"

Sang Qing was puzzled: "What do you mean when you have nowhere to go?"

Tang Yuan was at a loss and said, "The water pipe in my house burst, and the whole house was flooded. I'm trying to save things."

Sang Qingshi glanced at the time, and Sang Ye was about to wake up, "Do you need me to go there?"

"No, no, I'm almost done packing." Tang Yuan said, holding the phone between his shoulders and ears, and wringing out the wet rag.

"Any big losses?"

"There is nothing valuable in my house," Tang Yuan said awkwardly, "I just can't live in it."

Why does he always have to bother Sang Qingshi every time he wants to fight for anger?

"Don't come by bus, I'll ask someone to pick you up." Sang Qing paused, "Bring a few sets of clothes."