Before He Qin could explain, the barrage exploded, accusing farming rituals and ignorance in various funny tones.

"Everyone can add chili to ice cream, why can't I add chili to milk?"

"You are obviously rare and strange. Adding chili to milk may be another innovation of He Qin's milk. He is doing things that you can't even imagine. You can't go because you don't dare... Forget it, I will make it up." It’s not going down, so be it.”

"Hahahaha, misery is still farming ceremony and misery, it's so pitiful, the spicy mouth is swollen."

He Qin pursed his lips tightly and put the poured ice water on the dining table, imitating his old self-confidence, "I didn't know you could drink it either!"

"What kind of friends do I teach here?" Nong Lihe groaned on the table vigorously, with no tears in the corners of his eyes.

He Qin sat upright and continued to eat noodles, not looking at someone who was crying fake.

Seeing that no one responded to the agricultural ceremony and howling a few times, the embarrassment stopped. From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of the spicy milk standing in front of me. The more I sipped and touched it, the more I felt something wrong. "Who are you planning to prepare this milk for?"

He Qin paused with his hand, can he say it was for himself?

Will this show that he is not normal in the eyes of the public?

"I can guess it if you don't tell me." Nong Lihe shook the milk, twisted off the lid and smelled it, "You are clearly planning to trick someone, otherwise why would you be so disappointed when you see the person outside the door is me?" .”

"He Qin, He Qin, I didn't expect you to be such a person!"

He Qin: "..."

Can you stop making things so complicated, okay?

Nong Lihe thought he had grasped the truth, rubbed his fists in a sly manner, "I will try my best to cooperate with you to play tricks, and I will prepare a new bottle of spicy milk now."

He Qin couldn't sit still anymore, got up and grabbed his clothes and said, "Don't, you want me to die."

At this moment, there was another knock on the door, and the doorbell was pressed again and again.

The two turned their heads to look in the direction of the door.

Nong Lihe took the opportunity to drag back the hem of the clothes that He Qin had grabbed, and ran into the kitchen, "I can't be the only one who is hurt in this world."

He Qin looked at his empty hands, and looked up at Nong Lihe who was busy in the kitchen, his fist hardened all of a sudden.

The good world of the two of them was completely ruined by this light bulb. What's even worse, this person wanted to trick his little boyfriend.

Afraid of dying.

Duan Xi waited impatiently outside the door. After a long time no one opened the door, he began to shout, "He Qin, open the door! See what good things I brought you?"

"Are you at home? I'll leave if I'm not here. I really left?"

"I count the most... the last three, 1, 2, 2.1, 2.2..."

Hearing the infinitely elongated and unsteady counting, He Qin smiled, took out a piece of paper to wipe the non-existent grease from the corner of his mouth, and shouted: "I'll come and open the door now, wait a minute."

He Qin's footsteps could almost be called running, and he opened the door as fast as he could. He looked down at Duan Xi, who was carrying a large bag of vegetables outside the door, blushing, and reached out to take the bag in his hand, worrying. In the live broadcast, just walked into the room with his arms around his shoulders.

He Qin put a large bag of vegetables on the coffee table, sat in the middle of the sofa holding Duan Xi, looked down at his small hand with several red marks, and sighed, "Are you tired?"

Duan Xi raised his small face and smiled at He Qin, thinking that you were swallowed by the camera while rolling on the tip of his tongue, his voice was a bit aggrieved nasally, "I'm not tired, why did you take so long to open the door just now?"

"I'm delayed..." He Qin was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Let me see which Xin Yun'er is here?" Nong Lihe ran to the living room excitedly carrying a bottle of milk. Qin's eyes were filled with condemnation, "Isn't this too much for you? You bully me too, kid!"

"Are you still human?"

Unexpectedly, He Qin usually looks like a dog, and Xiao Duan's appearance of being the first in the world is all fake, otherwise how can he explain the trick of tricking people into drinking spicy milk.

Although Duan Xi didn't understand the farming ceremony and the meaning of the words, it didn't mean he wouldn't be angry about other things.

Duan Xi's eyes were red, he pouted and stretched out his finger to Nong Lihe, with a resentful tone in his tone: "Why is he here? No... Didn't you agree that it's just the two of us?"

He Qin: "..."

How should he answer this?

When accepting this variety show, he should first look at the almanac. Today is really not suitable for a two-person world.

The viewers who watched the live broadcast were dying of laughter here, this scene is so funny no matter how you look at it.

"Damn it, how could I have a sense of seeing my first partner bump into mistress at my husband's house?"

"I feel the same way upstairs, the misery is still the agricultural ceremony and misery, and I was mistressed for no reason, hahahahaha."

"Why don't you coax your good brother, and explain why the farming ceremony and why appeared in your house?"

"I lost my head laughing. Is this the war of the century?"

……

He Qin looked at the two people who had greatly misunderstood him, feeling stuck in his throat, he didn't know where to start, so he could only say to Duan Xi in a soft voice: "Xi Xi, let's sit down and talk."

The extremely gentle voice paired Shangnong Lihe, and immediately became dry, "Can you explain why you are here?"

Nongli and some scared hugged the pillow tightly and said, "Can you be gentle? Don't treat them differently."

He Qin rejected his proposal, "Hurry up!"

"It's all the director's fault! He didn't let me order takeaway so I came here to join you. I'm innocent, okay?" Nong Lihe, adhering to the principle that death is one, directly dragged the director into the bottom of the sea .

Duan Xi raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, staring closely at Nong Lihe's face, and after finding no trace of a lie, he said, "Then are you full?"

"No, the rice cooked by He Qin is not for people to eat. He wants to make me spicy." Nong Lihe's tongue is still numb, and his heart trembles when he thinks of the bowl of noodles, "And the noodles are so spicy. He can still eat it, it's too good."

"Okay." Duan Xi stood up with a puffy face, "Eating spicy food in the morning is not good for the stomach, so I'll cook."

As he spoke, he carried a large bag of vegetables that he had just put down and walked towards the kitchen. Because the things were too heavy, his whole body tilted slightly.

Neither the farming ceremony nor the death can forget the salty and bitter fried bamboo shoots, and I couldn't help shaking, "Stop him a little, have you learned how to cook yet?"

He Qin was also honest and said directly: "No."

"Could this be the true portrayal of the heavens wanting me to die, and I have to die?" Nong Lihe leaned his head on the sofa, looking at the ceiling hopelessly, "I finally understand what kind of friends I teach. .”

He Qin asked curiously, "What friend?"

"We can only come together if we share the same smell." Nong Lihe covered his face, "But I want to get some good cooks, is it difficult?"

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