he is afraid, he pretends

After the two of them finished drying their clothes, it was not too late.

When Wu Luming returned to the house and went into the kitchen, he didn't expect Wen Siyuan to squeeze in with him.

Everything about Wen Siyuan's house is good, but the kitchen is too small.

Barely able to stand side by side in the aisle, the distance from the door to the end is only three meters.

Wen Siyuan was tall, and once he stood in the kitchen, he gave people the illusion that the kitchen was almost full.

Fortunately, Wen Siyuan basically doesn't use the kitchen, and the kitchen is clean.

Wu Luming originally thought that Wen Siyuan was going into the kitchen to get something, but when he went to look at the potatoes that he had soaked before leaving, he found that Wen Siyuan was standing motionless, not intending to get something, nor did he seem to want to leave the meaning of.

Wu Luming put one hand on the pot soaking potatoes, turned to look at Wen Siyuan: "Brother Yuan, do you want... to cook together?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Wen Siyuan took a step forward and pointed to the wound on his hand: "I don't know how to cook, but you have a Band-Aid on your hand. I think you probably need me somewhere."

Wen Siyuan habitually spoke with a serious and rigid tone like discussing academic research with others, so when his words reached Wu Luming's ears, "probably needed" directly became "must".

For such a small wound, if Wen Siyuan hadn't put a Band-Aid on him, he wouldn't have blinked more, let alone affected it.

But since Wen Siyuan said influence, let's say "influence".

Wu Luming turned his eyes around the cooking table, and finally looked at the potatoes in the basin.

"Brother Yuan, can you cut potatoes?"

Wen Siyuan did not give a definite answer: "You can try."

The potatoes in the pork ribs only need to be cut into pieces, which is not complicated, so Wu Luming didn't think too much about it, and said, "Then you can cut the potatoes, you can cut them into pieces normally."

As he spoke, he pushed the pot of potatoes towards Wen Siyuan.

Seeing this, Wen Siyuan took a step forward to take it. He just picked it up and was about to go back when he heard a sound, and the plastic basin suddenly split from the middle.

Without the carrier, the water and the potatoes hit the ground together, making a huge noise, which stunned both of them.

There was only half of the basin in Wen Siyuan's hand, shaking slightly in the air, and the other half fell to the ground, covering a piece of poor potato.

When Wu Luming was holding the basin, he noticed that there was a gap on the edge of the basin, but it was only a small one, so it wouldn't crack directly if it was filled with a few potatoes and a little water.

After being stunned for a moment, Wen Siyuan quickly realized that he was not surprised by this kind of thing. He took a bowl and squatted down very calmly, picked up a few pieces of potatoes on the ground, and put them into the bowl.

Wu Luming helped to dispose of the cracked basin, and Wen Siyuan went to the balcony to get a mop.

There was no problem with the mop all the way, but as soon as it entered the kitchen, half of the absorbent cotton on the head suddenly fell off.

It was probably the first time acquaintance and second time familiarity, Wen Siyuan was not in a daze this time, and put the absorbent cotton back very calmly.

However, as soon as it was put back on and put down, there was only a "dong" sound, and the absorbent cotton that had only fallen off half of it just now fell off completely and hit the ground.

Wen Siyuan held the mop stick and looked down at the absorbent cotton lying on the ground, with a clearly visible unbelief surging on his face.

He directly picked up the absorbent cotton on the floor, turned around and walked out of the kitchen, stopped about three or four steps away from the kitchen, and put the absorbent cotton back on the mop stick.

After installing it, he took the mop and shook it vigorously from side to side twice. Seeing that the absorbent cotton had no intention of falling off, he walked back to the kitchen with the mop in hand.

However, just as he took the mop to the puddle of water on the kitchen floor and was about to start mopping, the absorbent cotton fell to the ground again with a "snap".

Wu Luming really couldn't hold back, and let out a chuckle.

Seeing Wen Siyuan looking over, he forced a smile and asked, "Brother Yuan, have you ever cooked in the kitchen before?"

Wen Siyuan probably recognized the facts, put the mop stick aside, and agreed with the same expression.

"Often? Occasionally?"

Wen Siyuan was silent for a moment: "I haven't done it here, I've done it twice at home."

Wu Luming agreed, and was about to speak again, when Wen Siyuan guessed the content first, and continued: "I dropped two bowls at one time, burned a pot, and broke the pressure cooker once."

"Ah, that's it." Wu Luming tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that kept trying to rise, "Leave this to me first. If I need anything, you can come in and help me?"

Wen Siyuan had obviously given up struggling, and nodded directly in agreement with Wu Luming's words. Before leaving, he looked at the mop with its head and tail separated and the water all over the floor, and said to Wu Luming in a deep voice, "I'm sorry."

Wu Luming waved his hand and said "a small matter", sent Wen Siyuan away and closed the kitchen door behind him.

He picked up the mop stick that Wen Siyuan had just used, bent down to pick up the absorbent cotton and put it on. After putting it on, he shook it twice. Seeing that it was very firm, he began to mop the water on the floor.

The whole process of mopping the water took less than half a minute, and the mop, which had been extremely rebellious just now, became extremely obedient and firmly stuck to the mop stick throughout the process.

Wu Luming finished mopping the floor smoothly, looking at the mop that wasn't about to lose the slightest bit, the smile that he had just suppressed just now ran out all at once.

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Without Wen Siyuan's "help", the whole cooking process went very smoothly.

After cooking the small yellow croaker and shiitake mushrooms, the potato ribs are still stewing in the pot.

Probably because Wen Siyuan never used the kitchen, there was no separate air conditioner in the kitchen.

After an hour, even with the kitchen window open, the heat is still rising.

Wu Luming was wearing the only apron in Wen Siyuan's kitchen, black and white, with the words "xx supermarket" printed in the middle of the apron.

Wu Luming's physique is afraid of heat, and he sweats easily.

After finishing two plates of stir-fried vegetables and waiting for ribs, he washed his face with water casually, and rolled up his short sleeves halfway up.

Feeling a little more comfortable, he began to listen to the movement outside.

It was quiet outside, since Wen Siyuan went out, there has been no big movement.

After listening for a while and still not hearing anything, Wu Luming walked to the door, opened the door a little and looked out, and saw Wen Siyuan at the dining table in the living room.

Wen Siyuan was sitting upright at the dining table, with a computer in front of him, and a thermos cup next to the computer, and steam was constantly escaping from the cup.

Wen Siyuan's hands rested on the keyboard, looking at something with a serious expression.

After a minute or two of steam in the thermos, the glasses on Wen Siyuan's nose would be covered with mist. Wen Siyuan, who was watching things seriously, didn't seem to care too much. The glasses are taken off, wiped clean and put back on again.

This cycle went back and forth four or five times, and he seemed to finally realize that something was wrong. After taking off his glasses to wipe them again, his eyes moved away from the computer and landed on the thermos cup beside him.

This time, after wiping his glasses and putting them on, he raised his hand and moved the thermos cup away. After moving, he raised his hand and waved the heat on the thermos cup twice before returning his gaze to the computer.

Wu Luming leaned lightly against the door, the corners of his lips slowly raised.

It wasn't until the sound of the pressure cooker that he averted his gaze from Wen Siyuan, and slowly closed the door that had been opened a little.

Five minutes later, Wu Luming opened the door and walked into the living room carrying rib soup.

Wen Siyuan was so engrossed that he didn't pay attention to him. It wasn't until he put the pork rib soup on the dining table that Wen Siyuan regained his senses and looked up.

"Okay?" Wen Siyuan asked when he looked up, and the next second his eyes fell on Wu Luming, he suddenly paused.

Wu Luming was still wearing a black apron, and the apron was well-dressed, but the short sleeves inside the apron were not.

The short sleeves were rolled up a few times from the hem, and then tied in a small knot in the front. The hem of the clothes hugged the white and thin waist, perfectly outlining the well-trained mermaid line of the young man.

The tie rope of the apron was tied behind, just to strangle the thinnest part of the waist. The black tie rope formed a sharp contrast with the fair skin.

Wu Luming put down the pork rib soup, responded, then turned and went back to the kitchen.

When he walked to the cooking counter and was about to take the remaining two dishes, a pair of hands stretched out behind him, followed by Wen Siyuan's voice: "Let me do it."

After finishing the words, Wen Siyuan quickly left the kitchen with two dishes without waiting for Wu Luming to agree.

Soon he returned again and asked Wu Luming, "What else?"

Wu Luming looked up at Wen Siyuan, blinked slightly, and raised his finger to the rice cooker: "There are two more bowls of rice."

Wen Siyuan agreed, and went to serve two bowls of rice to the dining table in the living room, then he returned again and asked, "Is there any more?"

Wu Luming shook his head: "It's gone."

"Okay." Wen Siyuan said, and after a short pause, his eyes slowly fell, and after falling on Wu Luming's waist, he said seriously, "Then put down your clothes before going out."

Wu Luming looked at Wen Siyuan's expression for a long while, and couldn't capture anything other than seriousness and seriousness.

He suddenly asked with a feeling in his heart, "Why?"

Wen Siyuan replied without pausing: "The temperature difference between the kitchen and the living room is too great, and if you expose your stomach, you will easily catch a cold and have diarrhea."

After he finished speaking, he stepped forward and walked towards the dining table.

The two bowls of rice on the table had been placed on both sides of the table, Wen Siyuan walked to the side where the thermos cup was placed, and took a few sips of hot water from the thermos cup before sitting down.

After he put down the thermos, Wu Luming came back to his senses and walked to the dining table.

Walking to the table, he subconsciously glanced at Wen Siyuan's thermos, and at a glance he saw... Goji berry floating in the thermos.

Probably seeing him staring at the thermos cup for a long time, Wen Siyuan skillfully opened the small drawer under the table, then took out a box of wolfberries from it, pushed it in front of Wu Luming, pointed to the water heater on the tea table, and said: "The hot water is there, and there are cups under the coffee table."

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