single sickness

Coming out of the Bajin restaurant, I ran into customers flocking in again.

Du Chi took the initiative to walk in front, blocking the dense flow of people, and Xiang Mo followed behind Du Chi with his head down. The road under his feet was unimpeded, but he underestimated the madness of these customers for food, but in the blink of an eye, he was squeezed At the back, there was a long distance from Du Chi.

Du Chi, who was walking ahead, had already left the small courtyard, only to find that Xiang Mo hadn't kept up with him when he turned around.

He breathed out, his shoulders drooped naturally, and he looked at Mo with a helpless expression, as if saying: Can you lose me too?

Xiang Mo knew that these customers were so tough, as if each of them had been hungry for three to five days.His height is not short, 1 meters, but perhaps because of his thin body and too lazy to fight, his aura is still no match for those hungry ghosts with big arms and round waists.

Slowly moving forward, his shoulder was bumped several times, and he finally moved forward for a short distance, and a tall human wall appeared in front of him again.

Xiang Mo was ready to take two steps back, anyway, after all these people entered the store, he could always walk out.

But at this moment, a big hand suddenly stretched out from the wall of people, grabbed his wrist, and took him out without any explanation.

The person pulling him was naturally Du Chi.

Xiang Mo couldn't tell why it was strange, but he always felt that neighbors shouldn't hold hands casually.

If Luo Yang was stopped by the flow of people, Xiang Mo would have chosen to wait outside.Leaving aside that he might not be able to squeeze in at all, he would feel very awkward just thinking about La Luoyang's wrist.

The same goes for changing the scene.If Mr. Zhao, the noodle slicer, had a dispute with a customer, Xiang Mo would try to persuade him, or try to stop him, but he would never pull Mr. Zhao's arm, because he felt that the two of them hadn't gotten to know each other that well.

Imagine again, if Aunt Zhou fell on the road, Xiang Mo would definitely take the initiative to help her up, but this is a special situation, and physical contact is inevitable.

His thoughts returned to the original point, and Xiang Mo still felt strange after thinking for a long time, why Du Chi and his contact were so natural?

Perhaps it was because he touched Du Chi's face on a whim that day, which led to some inexplicable things between the two neighbors.

"You are not suitable for going to places with many people." Coming out of the small courtyard, Du Chi let go of Xiang Mo's wrist, "It's easy to get lost."

"I didn't like to go at all." The temperature of Du Chi's palm was still on the skin, which was inexplicably hot, and Xiang Mo couldn't help rubbing his wrists.

Unexpectedly, this random movement was misunderstood by Du Chi, he turned his head slightly, looked at Xiang Mo's wrist and asked, "Did I hurt you?"

There was obvious concern in the questioning tone, Xiang Mo believed that if he said it was painful, Du Chi would definitely raise his wrist to take a look, but he didn't want that, and besides, it didn't hurt much at first, so he lowered it naturally Hands: "It doesn't hurt."

Du Chi still didn't look back, Xiang Mo looked at his wrist, and found that there were very light red marks on it, which were marks left by the skin being squeezed, and it would disappear within a minute at most.

"Can this also leave traces?" Du Chi raised his eyebrows, his tone of concern suddenly turned into novelty, as if a naughty child knocked over a vase, not only did not feel ashamed, but also felt that the cracks in the vase were beautiful, "Then Can you still use your strength?"

"Huh?" Xiang Mo didn't understand the second half of the sentence.

Du Chi stopped answering the conversation, and the corner of his mouth had a slight arc.Looking at his playful gaze, Xiang Mo suddenly realized that this person was talking about some kind of "sport".

Xiang Mo really didn't like to use force, because it was easy to leave marks on his body.On the bed, he occupies the absolute dominance, if he is not sure, he is not sure, and Tan Song has nothing to do with him.

Previously, the bed in Du Chi's house rang until one o'clock in the middle of the night, which was absolutely impossible for Xiang Mo's place.

Solving physiological needs should be healthy and temperate, and should not affect normal sleep.Sometimes Tan Song wanted to have a round, but Xiang Mo would just lazily reply him with three words: No.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Xiang Mo hid his wrist behind his back, pretending that he didn't understand the meaning of Du Chi's words, and changed the subject: "Is every font of yours designed like that?"

"No." Du Chi was rarely serious, looked ahead of the road, and said slowly, "I will first look for ancient books that I can learn from, and copy the fonts on them. After copying more, I can find the style I want. Next, you only need to absorb the basic elements of horizontal, vertical, left, right, and dot, and you can draw all the radicals and radicals, and finally form a unified character library."

"Is it all drawn with a computer?" Xiang Mo still has no idea, but he somewhat understands that what Du Chi designed is a font package.

"Use your hands first, you need to draw a lot of drafts." Du Chi said this, looked at Xiang Mo and asked, "Would you like to take a look at my room?"

I have to admit that Xiang Mo wanted to see it a little bit.

He wanted to see how the fonts were created, but this font factory happened to be Du Chi's room, and he didn't want to rashly step into Du Chi's private domain.

"Another day." After some hesitation, Xiang Mo found a lame reason to refuse, "I still have to cook."

Neither Xiang Mo nor Du Chi ordered takeaway much.

Xiang Mo has a lot of time, and he is idle anyway, so he simply cooks by himself.And Du Chi obviously pays attention to body management, never eats unhealthy takeaways, and often cooks some low-carb light meals for himself.

After leaving the Bajin restaurant, it was around eleven o'clock when I got home, and it was almost time to prepare lunch.

Xiang Mo began to wash rice and choose vegetables in the kitchen, preparing to make two home-cooked dishes, while Du Chi took out a pangasius from the refrigerator to defrost.

Half an hour later, Xiang Mo finally prepared all the ingredients, and Du Chi had already baked the pangasius with bread crumbs and sat at the dining table to enjoy it.

Fortunately, the kitchen is big enough and bright enough, so two big men can move around here at the same time without looking cramped.

But Xiang Mo still felt uncomfortable.

While waiting for the oil pan to heat up, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, looked at Du Chi at the dining table and asked, "Can you stop watching me cook?"

Xiang Mo didn't think he was a great chef, and the cooking process was not enough to be watched by others.

Du Chi held a fork in one hand, and rested casually on the edge of the table with the other. After swallowing the food in his mouth, he said leisurely, "I have nothing to do."

Xiang Mo glanced distractedly at the oil temperature, then said to Du Chi, "Eat well."

Du Chi picked up a piece of pangasius and stuffed it into his mouth: "It's kind of boring."

All right, this reason barely convinced Xiang Mo.

Eating alone is indeed a bit boring, and Xiang Mo will also check his mobile phone when eating by himself, to find something to do for his eyes.

Seeing that the oil pan was on fire, he stopped talking and poured the processed meat into the oil pan to stir fry.

Not long after, two home-cooked dishes were served.

Xiang Mo took off his apron and sat down across from Du Chi. At this time, Du Chi just cleaned up the pangasius on the plate. He didn't leave immediately. He glanced at the two home-cooked dishes on the table, and asked Xiang Mo: "You eat so much by yourself?"

"If you can't finish it, save it for dinner." This is not a meal.

"So don't you have to eat leftovers every day?" Du Chi asked again.

"It can't be helped." Xiang Mo said normally.

If you have to say that there is something wrong with being single, it is that the problem of eating is difficult to solve.

Not only is it difficult to control the amount, but it is also quite troublesome if you do it all at once.It's not that Xiang Mo can't reduce the portion and avoid eating leftovers, but he has to cook twice a day. Even if he has a lot of time, he still doesn't enjoy cooking.

Either eat the leftovers, or be more troublesome, Xiang Mo chooses the former.Anyway, it's only half a day, and leftovers are not unacceptable.

"How about," Du Chi rested his elbows on the dining table, leaned forward slightly and looked at Xiang Mo, "Shall we partner?"

"Huh?" Xiang Mo Jiacai's hand stopped in the air.

"You cook one meal, I'll cook one." Du Chi said, pointing to the dinner plate in front of him with his chin, "I can also cook home-cooked dishes."

Xiang Mo immediately understood what Du Chi meant.

If two people work together, it will solve a lot of troubles, or in other words, it can fundamentally solve the problem of inconvenient meals in a single life, neither eating leftovers nor cooking all at once.

No matter how you look at it, it was a very good proposal, but Xiang Mo's hand was still in the air, and he chose to put the vegetables back into the bowl first.

"You may not know." Seeing that Xiang Mo didn't express his opinion, Du Chi said again, "I cook Chinese food occasionally."

In the past, the two of them would tacitly stagger the time to use the kitchen, and they rarely got together to eat together like today.But in fact, Xiang Mo knew that Du Chi could also cook Chinese food. After all, the two shared the same kitchen, and they could know their respective menus just by looking at the trash can.

"Is what you cook edible?" Xiang Mo asked.

"You can try." Du Chi raised his eyebrows.

There was really no reason to refuse, Xiang Mo responded: "Okay."

Du Chi was obviously very satisfied with this cooperation. He retracted his elbow and leaned on the back of the chair, and chatted with Xiang Mo: "I seldom cook Chinese food because it is inconvenient to buy food."

"How come?" Xiang Mo wondered.

"Go and buy a clove of garlic, people won't sell me."

It turned out that it was inconvenient, and Xiang Mo couldn't help laughing: "Me too, I went to buy two green onions, and they didn't charge for it, so I'm embarrassed."

Only single people understand this point, this is the first time Xiang Mo talked about this matter with someone, he faintly found that he and Du Chi seem to have a lot in common.

However, Du Chi, who brought up this topic, didn't answer any more. He looked straight at Xiang Mo, his eyes a little distracted: "You have dimples."

When Xiang Mo smiles, a small dimple appears on the right side of his cheek.Different from the polite social fake smile, when this dimple appears, it means that this is Xiang Mo's sincere smile.

It's been a long time since he smiled like this, even Xiang Mo himself forgot the existence of dimples.He restrained his smile and returned to his usual polite and distant expression: "Then let's start working together tomorrow."

"Today is fine too." Du Chi went to the cupboard and took out the bowls and chopsticks to serve the meal, then went back and sat down opposite Xiang Mo, "I'll make it tonight."

Seeing what this means, it is to help solve the lunch meal, and the two of them will start working together from tonight.

Xiang Mo didn't mind, but when Du Chi picked up his dishes, he was a little nervous.

"Not bad." Du Chi said.

"That's good." Xiang Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought that Du Chi was just helping to solve the problem, and the main force at noon had to rely on himself, but looking at Du Chi who kept chopsticks, Xiang Mo couldn't help feeling strange, didn't this person pay attention to body management?

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Du Chi: Wife makes people appetite.