sleepy tiger

One sandwich was not enough for the two elders, so Chi Juntao mastered the heat and made another sandwich. Mu Xu stood behind him, far away from the frying pan, and said, "Two are not enough."

Chi Juntao made the third sandwich.

Practice makes perfect, the brown color on the bread slice of the third sandwich is very appropriate, the ham is cut to a moderate thickness, and the tomato sauce is spread very evenly. Chi Juntao even sprinkled some white pepper powder on it to enhance the taste.

"Rapid progress." Sitting at the dining table, Mu Xu took a bite of the sandwich and gave him a thumbs up.

Chi Juntao pursed his lips and smiled embarrassedly. He picked up a sandwich and said, "The sandwich should be triangular." The [sandwich] in his hand is a square piece of bread, which should theoretically be cut diagonally.

"It's convenient to eat like this." Mu Xu said that he is not a sandwich fundamentalist, and he doesn't care whether the sandwich is a triangle, a square, or a hexagon, as long as he can eat it in his heart.

Mu Xu, who grew up overseas, didn't care, and Chi Juntao didn't care, he ate one in two bites, picked up the other and broke half.As a wealthy young man with no worries about food and clothing, it was the first time for Chi Juntao to share food with others. This feeling was a bit novel.

However, Mu Xu is not from a poor family. There was a short period of trouble in his childhood, but that period was too short, about two years, and then he went smoothly.He picked up half a sandwich and took a bite without any psychological barriers. The influence of the two years of his childhood had been subtle but significant, for example, he had an unusual liking for frugality and environmental protection. .

Looking at Mu Xu eating, Chi Juntao held back his stomach with questions, where did Mu Xu come from, what kind of family situation did he have, and why Mu Xu, who seemed to be wealthy, returned to China and became a president under the control of others. The answer to all these lies in Mu Xu. Here, Mu Xu has no intention of answering.

"What?" Mu Xu looked at Chi Juntao, "Aren't you full?"

"I'm full." Chi Juntao calmed down, and he asked, "What are you doing later?"

"Fitness, watch a movie." Mu Xu said, "What about you?"

"I have no plan." Chi Juntao said, "What movie are you watching?"

"I didn't choose well." Mu Xu said, "Do you have any suggestions?"

"...No." Chi Juntao said, "I haven't seen a movie for a long time."

"Then Disney." Mu Xu said, "Moana."

"Okay." When Chi Juntao agreed, he didn't realize that "Moana" was a cartoon.

When he ran five kilometers on the treadmill, went to the bathroom to take a shower and sat on the sofa, watching Mu Xu open a cartoon with a blank expression.

"This is a cartoon." Chi Juntao said.

"Yes." Mu Xu replied naturally, "Disney Princess Series."

"...Princess series." Chi Juntao repeated mechanically.

"It's beautiful." Mu Xu said, "I like this one the most in the princess series."

"..." It doesn't matter which one, the important thing is that Mu Xu actually watched the princess series and finished all the stories. Chi Juntao silently leaned back, pulled a pillow and hugged him, "Okay."

"You don't have to watch it if you don't like it." Mu Xu said, "I won't have a problem with you."

"No." Chi Juntao said, "I haven't watched the princess series."

Seeing that he didn't leave, Mu Xu turned his gaze to the TV screen and pressed the play button.

As the movie played for a third of the time, Chi Juntao caught a glimpse of Mu Xu's serious profile from the corner of his eye. He thought that Mu Xu deliberately lied to him, but he didn't expect this guy to really like to read this kind of fairy tales. It's just... Chi Juntao didn't know how to describe Mu Xu's character, it was like a mess, complicated and simple, extremely contradictory.

During the movie, Grandma Moana's soul turns into countless bright blue rays, swimming in groups with the sailboat driven by Moana. Mu Xu said, "I like this part the most."

"Why?" Chi Juntao asked.

"Because of freedom." Mu Xu said.

Freedom, Mu Xu murmured silently, as if he had never had this thing before.

Ji Ke died of a heart attack when Mu Xu was six years old, without even a chance to rescue him, so he went directly from the office to the funeral home.Mu Xu's only memory of cum is his father squatting beside him, picking out a building block and handing it to him.

After the death of Ji Ke, the arrogant and stubborn Mu Baiying couldn't bear the failure, and took Mu Xu across the ocean to live in London, intending to teach his son to be the proud son of heaven, and return home to take the position of Hua Jin.Mu Xu took on his father's unfinished business and all his mother's hope of revenge. When he was closest to freedom, it was a short two years of poverty. He lay beside the stove, waiting for Mrs. Brown to bake a plate of delicious apples group.

Chi Juntao fell into deep thought, freedom, he didn't have that deep feeling, backed by a big tree, Chi Yan seldom interfered in his affairs, instead he was like an uncontrolled bird, empty and without a foothold.Now that Chi Yan has been taken away for inspection, he has nowhere to go, but can only stay here with Mu Xu, which is enough to explain his absurd situation.

He couldn't even think of the name of a hard-core friend. Cao Hanyang and he often hang out together, but only to play together, friends of wine and meat, not people worthy of trust.

"Moana is fine." Chi Juntao looked at the girl playing with the sea on the TV screen, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were shining, "She has friends."

Mu Xu turned his head to look at him and asked, "Do you want to eat apple pie?"

"What?" Chi Juntao asked puzzled.

"I can make apple pie." Mu Xu said, "The recipe my neighbor taught me when I was young, I think it tastes good."

"Okay, okay." Chi Juntao stammered, scratching his hair angrily, "Do I need to buy additional raw materials?"

"There are materials in the refrigerator." Mu Xu paused the movie and stood up, "You wash the apples for me."

"I can also peel apples." Chi Juntao followed Mu Xu's footsteps.

"Really? It's amazing." Mu Xu said.

"Stop looking down on people." Chi Juntao said.

Mu Xu opened the refrigerator, took out two apples for him, and said, "I'm going to knead the dough."

Chi Juntao took the apple, walked to the sink, bent down to wash it, picked up the dish soap, squeezed two drops on the apple, and rubbed the skin with his hands.

Mu Xu took Chi Juntao's tight jaw line into his eyes, and he remembered the young Bengal tiger he had seen on TV, with a slender body, luxurious patterns, and a majestic big head.Mu Xu blinked, the tiger in his mind overlapped with Chi Juntao's profile, and he felt a great sense of accomplishment.

He kept a tiger at home, although the tiger was not yet an adult.

"Aren't you going to knead the dough?" Chi Juntao asked.

"Has anyone ever said that you look very..." Mu Xu emptied his Chinese inventory to find an appropriate word.

"Looks fierce?" Chi Juntao asked.

"... very oppressive." Mu Xu said.

"..." Chi Juntao didn't understand what strange things Mu Xu was thinking again, "Doesn't that mean it's very fierce?"

"Okay." Mu Xu gave up describing.

"You look good." Out of courtesy, Chi Juntao also commented on Mu Xu's appearance, "Like a swan."

"...Forget it." Mu Xu didn't think the swan was a good word, he said, "I'll knead the dough."

Fortunately, the kitchen is spacious enough to accommodate two tall men. One is peeling and cutting apples, the other is kneading dough and brushing egg wash. No one speaks, and the scene is inexplicably harmonious.

"What's the temperature of the oven?" Chi Juntao stood behind Mu Xu, watching Mu Xu adjust the parameters of the oven.

"375 degrees." Mu Xu said, "50 minutes."

"Oh." Chi Juntao said, "You remember it really clearly."

"I've made it too many times, but I just eat it myself." Mu Xu said, "I don't know if it's good or not. If you don't like it, don't tell me, I don't want to hear it."

"..." Chi Juntao never thought that he could tolerate someone so much, he said, "I will try my best."

"If I try my best, I won't eat it for you." Mu Xu said, "I can eat it all by myself."

"I won't say." Chi Juntao moved the red line down again.

President Mu was satisfied. He took out a piece of kitchen paper to wipe the crevices between his fingers, threw it into the trash can, and said, "Let's go, let's finish the movie."

Chi Juntao had no objection to watching movies, he was more interested in chatting, and said, "I start school tomorrow."

"Why, do you want me to see you off?" Mu Xu said with a smile, "The University of Political Science and Law is just across the road."

Chi Juntao said, "Then you send me off."

"..." Mu Xu was stunned for a moment, "Wait, is it appropriate for you to say this?"

"Why am I not suitable?" Chi Juntao asked.

Mu Xu refused to talk, he picked up the remote control and pressed the play button, Chi Juntao sat on the sofa hugging the pillow and smiled sullenly.