single sickness

The method of eggplant is more complicated than ordinary home cooking. If the eggplant is not fried with wide oil at the beginning, it will be difficult to taste when it is fried later.

Xiang Mo likes to eat eggplants, but he doesn't cook them himself. One is because it uses a lot of oil, which is a waste, and the other is because the heat is very high after frying.

However, Du Chi's minced meat eggplant does not have these problems.

After seeing off the two students, Xiang Mo came to the kitchen on the second floor. At this time, Du Chi was wearing an apron, handling the ingredients that were about to be put into the pot.

There are two aprons in the whole kitchen, one is Xiangmo, with his hand-painted scenery on the pure white fabric, and the other is Du Chi's, with red and blue stripes and no features.

For the past two days, Du Chi has been wearing Xiangmo's apron for cooking, so he must know which one is more pleasing to the eye.

Completely forgetting the displeasure of being watched by others while cooking, Xiang Mo walked up to Du Chi, looked at the eggplants on the counter and asked, "Can we not fry them in this way?"

Sprinkle a little edible salt on the cut eggplant pieces, the salt penetrates into the eggplant meat, marinating a lot of water stains.The originally tight eggplant meat became watery and soft, and it did look like it was fried.

"You have to squeeze out the water." Du Chi kept moving his hands, skillfully chopping shallots.

Xiang Mo had nothing to do, so he simply folded his arms around his chest and leaned on the countertop to watch Du Chi cook.Not long after, Sanmao came to the kitchen suddenly, stood up and lay down on the countertop, and pulled Du Chi's forearm with his front paws.

Du Chi looked at San Mao on the left, and then at Xiang Mo on the right, with a funny and helpless expression: "Teacher Xiang."

Only then did Xiang Mo remember the division of labor between the two, and said a little awkwardly, "Sorry."

One person and one dog are waiting for Du Chi to be fed, so it's no wonder he has that expression.

No longer guarding in the kitchen, Xiang Mo came to the balcony on the third floor and poured dog food into San Mao's rice bowl.

Originally, this shouldn't be Xiang Mo's business, but it was also like this two days ago. When Du Chi was cooking, San Mao waited beside him eagerly, and Xiang Mo happened to be fine, so he took the initiative to take on the job of feeding San Mao.

After getting in touch with him for a while, Xiang Mo has gotten used to the existence of San Mao, a big dog.Except for being naughty with the third sister, he is still very good most of the time, he can shake hands, roll over, turn in circles, and take the fresh milk delivered to the door by the delivery man to the kitchen on the second floor.

"Shake hands." Xiang Mo knelt down in front of San Mao and spread out his palms.

Although the delicious dog food had already been poured into the bowl, Sanmao was not impatient, and obediently stretched out his paw to rest on Xiang Mo's palm.

"Change hands." Xiang Mo said again.

Sanmao changed another paw.

"Good boy." Xiang Mo rubbed San Mao's head, and now San Mao started to enjoy his dinner as if he had been ordered.

On the other side, Du Chi was still busy in the kitchen, Xiang Mo still had nothing to do, so he simply greeted Du Chi and took Sanmao out for a stroll.Anyway, walking the dog is a must-do every day, and Xiang Mo doesn't mind going for a walk with San Mao.

On the road, I met a neighbor who was also walking his dog. He chatted with Xiang Mo and asked how old San Mao was. Xiang Mo didn't know how to answer, so he said, "This is a friend's dog."

Walking a neighbor's dog is a bit of an odd thing to call a friend.

On the way home, Xiang Mo couldn't help thinking about a question, could he and Du Chi be friends?

It shouldn't count.The two haven't gotten to know each other that well.

Not long after returning home, Master Zhao from next door suddenly came to the studio.

It turned out that Master Zhao's old mother passed away, and the couple had to return to their hometown to take care of the funeral.And their daughter, Zhao Xiaoqiao, was about to take the college entrance examination, and it was inconvenient to ask for leave to leave, so master Zhao wanted to entrust Xiang Mo to take care of Zhao Xiaoqiao, just take care of the morning and evening meals, and just don't let her run around.

Seeing that it was not difficult, Xiang Mo agreed.

Zhao Xiaoqiao is a very obedient girl, her test scores are at the top of her grade, and the neighbors all know that she is the material for Shangqingbei.The little girl looks gentle and quiet, with a simple ponytail. If Xiang Mo had a younger sister, he hoped it would be like Zhao Xiaoqiao.

Master Zhao and his wife hastily closed the noodle shop, packed their luggage and left, while Xiang Mo and Du Chi had a new member at their dinner table.

"Is the craftsmanship okay?" At the slightly silent dinner table, Du Chi took the initiative to open the conversation.

The relationship between Xiang Mo and Zhao Xiaoqiao is not bad. If there were only two of them present, Zhao Xiaoqiao would be much more generous, but she and Du Chi are not familiar after all, so she kept her head depressed during the meal.

"It's okay." Xiang Mo took up the conversation and asked Zhao Xiaoqiao, "What do you think?"

The cautious little girl finally raised her head and said, "It's delicious."

"Your brother Du Chi's craftsmanship."

Maybe there is no need to ease the atmosphere like Xiang Mo, Du Chi, a social terrorist, can always get acquainted with Zhao Xiaoqiao.But after all, it was at his own home, and Xiang Mo didn't want to have such a boring meal, so he took the initiative to act as a middleman.

It turned out that Du Chi really didn't need Xiang Mo's help.

Not long after, he chatted with Zhao Xiaoqiao about high school life and hobbies, but now Xiang Mo became the one who couldn't get in the conversation.

After the meal was over, Zhao Xiaoqiao took the initiative to clean up the kitchen, saving Xiang Mo a lot of trouble.

Recalling Master Zhao's commission, before leaving the kitchen, Xiang Mo asked Zhao Xiaoqiao, "Are you going to do your homework here later?"

"Yes." Zhao Xiaoqiao said, "My dad may dial the video to check."

Master Zhao asked Xiang Mo to watch Zhao Xiaoqiao do her homework, instead of staring at her all the time, but to watch her as much as possible to prevent her from playing with her mobile phone.

Xiang Mo is really hard to understand.Zhao Xiaoqiao is so good, why is Master Zhao so strict?

If you have never been a parent, you naturally cannot understand the worries of being a parent.Xiang Mo temporarily agreed, and wanted Zhao Xiaoqiao to figure it out on her own, but she didn't expect the little girl to be so obedient. After cleaning the kitchen, she started doing her homework on the dining table.

After entering May, the weather gradually heats up, and annoying mosquitoes also start to move.

Xiang Mo saw that Zhao Xiaoqiao was somewhat pitiful staying alone in the kitchen, so he moved the fan in his room over.

It was okay at first, Xiang Mo comforted himself that his mind would be calm and cool naturally, but he soon found out that this sentence was useless, because a room without a fan would have no air flow, making it extremely stuffy.

Let's talk about turning on the air conditioner. It's not that time yet, and it's not that hot.So after hesitating for a while, he pulled his flip-flops at Mo Bi and went to the balcony on the third floor to enjoy the air.

At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, the sky was already showing signs of darkening. Although the residual heat of the setting sun still remained in the air, the soft night wind blowing on my body was much more comfortable than being in the room.

As soon as Xiang Mo walked into the balcony, he saw Du Chi sitting on a lounge chair with a can of beer in hand.Sanmao lay lazily at his feet, the backs of a man and a dog looked quite harmonious against the backdrop of the setting sun.

"Come to let the wind out?" Du Chi heard the footsteps, looked back at Xiang Mo and asked.

"Yeah." Xiang Mo came to sit on another lounge chair beside Du Chi, "It's a bit boring."

"Indeed." Du Chi shook the beer can in his hand, "Do you want a beer?"

Xiang Mo usually doesn't drink much.He doesn't hold a lot of alcohol, drinking half a bottle of beer will get on his face.But on this sweltering evening, it would be nice to have a can of cold drink at hand.

"Is it in the refrigerator?" Xiang Mo asked.

Du Chi only had a can of beer in his hand, and he had already drunk more than half of it.Xiang Mo's skin is not that thick yet, so he asked Du Chi to go to the kitchen to get wine for him.

"In my room."

Du Chi said and went back to the house, and when he came out again, he was holding two frozen beer cans in his hand.

"You still have a small refrigerator in your room?" Xiang Mo took the beer from Du Chi, pulled off the tab, and took a sip with his head raised.

The icy feeling reaches the heart, sweeping away the remaining sweltering heat in the air.

"Can't you?" Du Chi also opened a new can, and stretched it out in front of Xiang Mo.

Xiang Mo tacitly raised the beer can to touch Du Chi, and the two raised their heads to drink in unison.

The afterglow of the setting sun was fleeting, and the sky was completely dark.

The alcohol ingested slowly began to take effect, and Xiang Mo only felt that his brain was much lighter, as if floating on a cloud, slightly drunk just right.

Putting down the half-empty beer can in his hand, Xiang Mo turned his head to look at Du Chi beside him, and said, "Can I teach students how to draw muscle structures in the weekend sketch class?"

"Huh?" The topic was obviously a bit abrupt, Du Chi met Xiang Mo's gaze, and realized belatedly, "Do you want me to teach you?"

"Yes." Xiang Mo nodded, "Take off your clothes, and I will demonstrate to the students."

It was a somewhat unreasonable request at ordinary times, but perhaps because of the good atmosphere, Xiang Mo didn't think there was anything wrong with it, so he just raised it.

"How to demonstrate?" Du Chi asked.

"I'll use a marker to draw out the muscle lines on your body." Still worried that Du Chi would disagree, Xiang Mo added, "The marker can be washed off."

"You mean you want to paint on me?"

It’s not considered painting, just mark the dividing line of each muscle, and then explain to the students which muscle it is and how to draw it naturally.This is a very common teaching method in sketching, but from Du Chi's tone, it seems that he is not very happy.

"Is it okay?" Xiang Mo brought the beer can to his mouth again, thinking that if Du Chi disagreed, then forget it.

"What if I react?" Du Chi asked suddenly.

"Cough cough!"

Xiang Mo was caught off guard, wiped the beer from his mouth with the back of his hand, glared at Du Chi and asked, "Can't you restrain yourself?"

Du Chi smiled, raised the beer can and drank it down in one gulp, the words he said were blocked by the beer can and became ambiguous: "I've been suffocating a lot lately."

As soon as the words fell, Sanmao at his feet suddenly got up from the ground and ran to the edge of the balcony.He lay down on the balcony railing and looked down, letting out a low growl of alarm.

"San Mao." Du Chi called out.

As long as there are strangers around the house, Sanmao will become very vigilant.Xiang Mo guessed that someone was passing by downstairs, so he didn't take it too seriously, but after sitting for a while, he wanted to move around, so he walked up to San Mao, put his elbows casually on the fence, and followed San Mao to look down.

Looking at it this way, it's incredible.

I saw Zhao Xiaoqiao, who was supposed to be doing homework downstairs, was downstairs, and a boy in school uniform stood beside him.

The location of the two is the alley behind the old bungalow, and there are few people coming and going.

I don't know if Xiang Mo's behavior of staring downstairs is a little strange, Du Chi also followed to the edge of the balcony.As soon as he came over, the two downstairs hugged each other and started kissing.

Xiang Mo raised his eyebrows, quite surprised.

"Oh." Du Chi's expression was also very surprised, "I didn't expect that."

Puppy love should not be.But this greenness and innocence are really precious, especially after entering the society, the relationship is mixed with too much substance, and the pure love in the campus is like the lost youth, which can only make people feel regretful.

"Teacher Xiang." Du Chi said suddenly at this moment.

He looked away from downstairs, looked at Xiang Mo and asked, "When was your first kiss?"

Xiang Mo subconsciously wanted to recall, but his eyes swept over Du Chi's lips, and he was inexplicably fascinated.

Du Chi's lip peak is clear, and it is a standard M shape. The two vertical lines in the middle are more prominent, making the face look more three-dimensional.The lower lip is slightly thicker than the upper lip, and I don't know how it feels to bite it.

"Xiang Mo?" Du Chi opened his lips slightly, and leaned towards Mo, "Do you like kissing?"

You shouldn't get drunk just by drinking a can of beer.

Xiang Mo looked at Du Chi's lips, and his brain kept sending out dangerous signals——

If he's not mistaken, Du Chi seems to want to kiss him.

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Xiang Mo: Am I wrong?

Du Chi: You guessed it.