single sickness

The appearance of the old bungalows is unique, more urban than the cold high-rise buildings.However, there is a lack of parking spaces, outdated facilities, and less convenience than modern residences, and the residential value is far less than the historical value.

Most of the previous generation of homeowners moved to other places and rented out the old bungalows. Because this block is located in the city center and has a lot of historical features, many people rented it to start a business, such as those who opened a studio. Xiang Mo, and Luo Yang who opened a restaurant opposite.

The name of Luo Yang's restaurant is Eight Jin. According to him, he weighed eight catties when he was born, so he chose this name that fit his figure.

Recently, Bajin restaurant has been renovated, and green plants and lights have been added to the elegant courtyard, which has the meaning of winding paths leading to secluded places and deep flowers and trees in the meditation room.

Xiang Mo and Du Chi walked into the restaurant on the small stone road. At this time, several employees were preparing for the opening. Luo Yang saw the two of them across the bar and waved from a distance: "Brother Du, Xiang Teacher, come quickly."

Xiang Mo couldn't help but pause, and looked at Du Chi beside him: "Did you know each other before?"

"No." Du Chi kept walking and walked ahead.

Many chefs learned their skills at a very young age, such as Luo Yang, who helped cook in a restaurant at the age of 14, and has been a chef for 12 years now.

Xiang Mo didn't feel the politeness and euphemism of social people from Du Chi. He thought Du Chi would be under 25 years old, but he didn't expect that 26-year-old Luo Yang would call him Brother Du.

"Newly developed shrimp balls with honey mustard." Luo Yang said as he handed two forks to the two, "Try it."

Shrimp tails the size of ping-pong balls curled up on a white dinner plate, pale pink meat with a lemon-yellow sauce, served with simple shredded cabbage.

When the fork is inserted into the shrimp meat, there is an obvious rebound. When you bite into the mouth, the freshness is transmitted from the tip of the tongue to the brain, stimulating the signal of dopamine secretion and satisfaction.

Xiang Mo put down his fork and wanted to comment that it was good, but at this moment the aftertaste of mustard surged into his nostrils, making him reflexively close his eyes to relieve the choking smell.

"Is it very spicy?" Seeing Xiang Mo's expression, Luo Yang quickly poured him a glass of water.

"A little bit." The spicy taste of mustard came and went quickly, and Xiang Mo took a sip of water to dilute the residual mustard taste in his mouth.

"Here." Du Chi took out a napkin from the side and handed it to Xiang Mo, probably because he saw him blinking non-stop, trying to suppress the tears that choked out of his eyes.

"Thank you." Xiang Mo finally regained his strength, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and seriously commented, "It tastes good at first, moderately sweet and spicy, but it's a bit rushed at the back."

"Indeed." Du Chi casually glanced at his ink-stained lips, and then used a fork to pick up a shrimp ball and put it in his mouth, "It might be better if the mustard tastes milder."

"But then the taste of honey will dominate." Luo Yang pushed the small round glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said thoughtfully, "I'll try ginger juice instead of mustard."

As expected of an experienced chef, he immediately thought of a spicy substitute.

Xiang Mo understands why there are so many people queuing up at Bajin Restaurant every day, because Luo Yang, the owner and chef, is really good at cooking.

Du Chi put down the fork in his hand, put his elbow casually on the bar, and asked Luo Yang, "Have the Michelin judges come?"

"Who knows." Luo Yang sighed in distress, "The signboard in front of the store hasn't been finished yet."

Xiang Mo knew that the Michelin judges were pretending to be ordinary customers and secretly came to the restaurant to investigate, but this was not the point. He took another sip of water and naturally joined the conversation between the two: "Do you want to participate in the Michelin selection?"

"Yes." Luo Yang changed his distressed look and said firmly, "I will definitely be recommended by Michelin this year."

Xiang Mo always thought that as a restaurant with a booming business, Bajin was already successful enough, but he didn't expect that Luo Yang had even more ambitious goals.

He and Luo Yang have known each other for three years, and they have never talked about "goals" and other topics, because such topics are always more personal, and we are just ordinary neighbors, so there is no need to talk so deeply.

It turned out that Du Chi was lucky, he only moved here for a week, and he already called him brother and brother.

Coming out of Bajin Restaurant, the clerk was putting up a "Today's Recommendation" sign at the door.

When the guests waiting outside the small courtyard saw that the restaurant had finally opened, they rushed in as soon as they were afraid that they would not be able to grab a seat.

Xiang Mo and Du Chi, who were going out against the crowd, were squeezed to the edge of the stone road, where it was really difficult to walk. Xiang Mo accidentally stepped on the gap between the stone slabs and shook his body uncontrollably twice.

Immediately someone supported his back, and Xiang Mo looked back at Du Chi: "Thank you."

Perhaps because he thought Xiang Mo was walking slowly, Du Chi stepped over his shoulder and walked to the front.

The oncoming people were all blocked by Du Chi, and the road under their feet suddenly became easier to walk.

Xiang Mo suddenly realized that it turned out that Du Chi came to the front not because he thought he was walking slowly, but to open the way for him.

Finally walking out of the small courtyard, the spring breeze blew away the discomfort caused by the crowd.The two walked side by side towards their small courtyard, when Xiang Mo's cell phone rang suddenly.

Seeing that it was Tan Song on the caller ID, he subconsciously slowed down, Du Chi glanced at him casually, and consciously walked into the yard first.

"Momo, I have an engagement tonight, so I can't come."

Hearing this address, Xiang Mo frowned slightly. He had told Tan Song countless times not to call him that, but Tan Song always did his own thing.

He responded lightly with "Okay" and planned to hang up the phone.

"Can I come tomorrow?" Tan Song asked.

"No."

Nine o'clock every Monday night is the time agreed by Xiang Mo and Tan Song. If they have something to do, the plan will be cancelled.

Xiang Mo doesn't like being disrupted by others, he just wants to control his own time.

If he decides to do something at a certain time, it will only be because he likes it, not to accommodate others.

The biggest advantage of single life is that time is completely your own. Many people don't realize that this is a very precious thing.

Freed up in the evening, Xiang Mo tidied up his bedroom with nothing to do.

The room of forty square meters is considered spacious, but with Xiang Mo's paintings piled up on the wall and a large easel in the middle, it still feels a bit cramped.

It took an hour to sort out the unwanted things in two garbage bags.The room suddenly became clean and tidy, and Xiang Mo's mood improved a lot.

He dragged the flip flops he was going out, and went out with a garbage bag in one hand, intending to throw garbage at the corner of the street.

The old bungalows are inconvenient. Unlike in the community, there are trash cans downstairs in every building, and the trash can be thrown out as soon as you go out.

Xiang Mo Quandang took a walk, blowing the cool night breeze in a good mood.The hazy moonlight passes through the leaves of the sycamore trees and sprinkles on the path that no one passes by, making people feel like they are in a quiet night picture.

The trash can is just a few meters behind the corner ahead, and as soon as Xiang Mo turned the corner, he heard a question: "Why didn't you reply to my message?"

Another lazy voice sounded: "I didn't see it."

Xiang Mo didn't think about it at all, thinking that the young couple was having a conflict—until he saw Du Chi's face.

The forward pace stopped suddenly, and the two people who were talking looked at Xiang Mo at the same time, and the positions of the three formed a strange equilateral triangle.

Among them, the one with the most inexplicable expression was the man Xiang Mo didn't know.

The man had a handsome face, his eyebrows were carefully groomed, and his lips shimmered under the street lamp, so he should be wearing light makeup.

Regardless of the relationship between this person and Du Chi, if Xiang Mo's guess is correct, he should be Du Chi's "movement" object.

Really embarrassing.

Xiang Mo was holding a garbage bag in his hand, and it was obvious that the garbage can was in front of him. If he walked in a different direction, his intention to avoid it would not be too obvious.

The point is, there is no reason for him to avoid it.

He is purely a person along the way, who made these two people stand in the middle of the road and talk?

Spreading his legs again, Xiang Mo walked around behind Du Chi and walked towards the trash can.The moment the garbage bag fell into the trash can, a strange man's voice sounded behind him: "Do you know each other?"

The object of questioning was obviously Du Chi, and Xiang Mo turned around indifferently, intending to go back the same way.

However, Du Chi didn't want to answer the man's intention. He glanced at the flip-flops on Mo's feet and asked in a familiar tone, "Come out so late to throw garbage?"

It's not too late, Xiang Mo thought, it's only after ten o'clock.

He didn't want to answer in this weird scene, but it was obviously impolite not to answer, so he replied, "I just cleaned up the room."

After saying this, Xiang Mo continued to walk forward, but the strange man didn't get a response from Du Chi, his eyes obviously became unfriendly, he looked Xiang Mo up and down, and asked Du Chi, "Who is he?"

passerby.Xiang Mo answered silently.

He is not a gossip person, and he doesn't have any thoughts about the situation in front of him. If Du Chi hadn't talked to him suddenly, he could have left without any sense of existence like a passerby.

Du Chi still didn't answer the man's question, raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiang Mo who was about to leave, and asked in a slightly dissatisfied tone: "You just watch?"

What to look at?

Xiang Mo was taken aback for a moment, only then did he realize that Du Chi was accusing him: Are you going to leave me alone?

He looked at Du Chi with extremely confused eyes, and asked silently: No, but, what?

The two people's eyes seemed to arouse dissatisfaction of the strange man, he frowned, and asked the third question: "What's your relationship?"

Neighbor.

This time Xiang Mo was going to answer aloud, but before he could speak, an arm suddenly stretched out, and before he could react, he had already slammed heavily into Du Chi's arms.

Maybe it's a bit inappropriate, but a thought flashed in Xiang Mo's mind - Du Chi's chest is indeed very strong.

"We are already together." Du Chi's voice sounded from above.

Xiang Mo, who has been single for three years and intends to continue to be single, showed an even more puzzled expression.

He just came out to throw out the trash.