The spicy chicken male protagonist finally started on me [Transmigration Book]

The quilt and pajamas seemed to be stained with Ling Chuji's scent.

【No, I'm being educated by my brother. 】

Xiao Pi sat on the sofa and looked down at the message from Ling Chuji. When he thought of Ling Xi's almost dark face when he just entered the door, he frowned slightly. After a while, he replied with a message——

【What's wrong? 】

But the other party didn't know what he was doing, so he didn't reply to the message all the time.

Xiao Bandit waited for a while, but he didn't realize that his brows and eyes were much colder.

At this time, the door of the house was opened from the outside.

Outside the house, Han Siya came in with a large bag of vegetables just bought from the supermarket, put the key on the cabinet in the entrance, patted the cold air on her body, saw Xiao Bandit sitting on the sofa in the living room and looked at her mobile phone, and asked, "Where is Xiao Ji?" , are you still sleeping?"

Hearing this, bandit Xiao put the phone on the coffee table, got up and went to take the plastic bag from Han Siya's hand, his eyes were clear and calm, and he said, "No, he's gone home."

"Ah?" Han Siya was stunned for a moment before she realized: "Go home?"

Han Siya asked again: "When did you go back, did you send it to him?"

"No, his brother came to pick him up." Xiao Bandit walked towards the kitchen with the bag in hand, and said, "Do you need to wash these dishes?"

After changing her shoes, Han Siya also walked into the kitchen, but she looked a little disappointed, waved her hand and said, "No need to wash it, put it in the refrigerator."

Xiao Bandit was obviously taken aback when he heard this, and looked back at Han Siya with a little more doubt in his eyes.

Han Siya poured herself a cup of hot water, took a sip, and said, "I thought Xiaoji would eat here tonight, and I left work early on purpose, and planned to cook more dishes at night."

After speaking, he continued to direct Xiao Bandit: "That's fine. There is still a spare rib in the refrigerator, you can take it out by the way, and eat this at night. The two of us can't eat that much."

Bandit Xiao: "..."

He glanced at the bag, which was filled to the brim.

So three people can eat that much?

Seeing that Bandit Xiao didn't speak, Han Siya leaned against the door frame and took a look at his expression. She was silent for a second, and suddenly said something irrelevant, "Actually, I really like that kid Xiao Ji."

Bandit Xiao gave a "hmm".

Seeing that he agreed, Han Siya thought for a while, then followed the words and added another sentence, asking: "You should have a good relationship with him, right?"

After Xiao Bandit put the things away, he closed the refrigerator door, glanced sideways at Han Siya, and under the latter's expectant gaze, said two words: "Same table."

"Same table?" Han Siya laughed: "Same table is good, if we get along well, we can be regarded as half neighbors!"

Bandit Xiao was not talking. After putting on his apron, he turned around and went to the stove to start a fire and started making ribs.

"That's hard work." Seeing that Xiao Pi didn't refute anymore, and didn't show any impatient expression, Han Siya smiled even more, and before leaving the kitchen, she said: "Next time, remember to take her home for dinner. I left in a hurry, and I haven't had time to say a few more words to him."

The range hood was turned on in the kitchen, and the sound from the machine was a bit noisy.Bandit Xiao seemed to agree, but didn't seem to speak.

It's already 08:30 after eating.

Han Siya was washing dishes in the kitchen, while Xiao Bandit went back to the room to get clothes to take a shower.

The air conditioner in the room was still running.

The pajamas that Ling Chuji changed before leaving were also neatly folded on the bedside table, and beside the clothes lay a lollipop quietly.

Ling Chuji still didn't eat the orange-flavored lollipop in the end, because he felt offended.But even though he didn't eat it, he ordered him unreasonably to bring two lollipops to apologize to him tomorrow.

The appearance of the young man's speech seemed to remain in front of his eyes, and when his eyebrows were slightly raised, he was fierce and cute.

Bandit Xiao bent his fingers and twitched his forehead. After his eyes stayed on the lollipop for a while, he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart. There was a little bit of indistinct emotion in his eyes, like a pitch-black There are a few faint stars in the night.

People who can't hear have a sharper sense of smell than ordinary people.

Xiao Bandit sat down by the bed, the quilt and pajamas seemed to be stained with the smell of Ling Chuji's body, it was a little sweet, but not greasy, very light, like the sweetness of some kind of tea.

After a long time, he picked up the pajamas on the bedside table, got up and walked to the bathroom.

at the same time.

On the other side, Ling Chuji and Ling Xi have just had dinner since they returned home.

Ling Xi rarely cooks, and usually only cooks some simple breakfasts, such as sandwiches or rice balls.

Of course, these are all when Ling Chuji is at home. If he is alone, he can just get some instant food from the supermarket and deal with it casually.

But today Lingxi didn't know which tendon was wrong. When she got home, she uncharacteristically didn't order takeaway. Instead, she went to the supermarket first, bought a lot of fresh food, rolled up her sleeves and went to the kitchen.

Ling Chuji saw that he was full of enthusiasm and self-confidence, just like a chef. He only thought that he really had two brushes, so he sat quietly on the sofa and watched TV, looking forward to the arrival of delicious food.

But who knew that his expectation could not even be maintained for half an hour, and was mercilessly extinguished by the smell of paste from the kitchen.

Looking at the three disheveled dishes on the table, Ling Chuji was silent for a while, pointed to one of the dark dishes, and expressed his doubts in horror: "What is this?"

Ling Xi rubbed his forehead, looked at these dishes and felt a headache, said: "Braised pork ribs."

After a pause, he added with self-knowledge: "It's quite difficult to tell the difference."

Ling Chuji: "..."

This is more than difficult to distinguish, it is obviously completely impossible to distinguish.

But he wasn't too disgusted after all.

After all, Lingxi has been hustling in the kitchen for a long time, not to mention oily spots all over her white shirt, and even a small cut on her thumb.

In fact, it is also very careful.

There are only a handful of people who have cooked for him since he was a child. To be honest, when he saw Ling Xi coming out of the kitchen with the dishes, he was somewhat moved in his heart.

"Actually... not bad?"

In order not to hit Ling Xi, Ling Chuji picked up the chopsticks, tentatively picked up a small piece of ribs from the plate, and took a bite.

It was only at the moment of entrance that the emotion turned into emotion.

Ling Chuji changed his mind in an instant. He felt that hitting people occasionally was not without benefits.It can not only save food, but also benefit your health.

He swears that these are definitely the most "colorful" ribs he has ever eaten.

It's sour, salty and mushy, but that's not the weirdest thing. The weirdest thing is that there's a bit of burnt sweetness mixed in with the mush.

It tasted so weird that he wanted to cry.

The restaurant was silent for a few seconds.

After a long time, Ling Xi looked at Ling Chuji with a complicated face, as if he couldn't bear to look directly: "How is it?"

Ling Chuji worked very hard to control his tongue not to twitch, and after swallowing the rib that was too old to chew, he showed a smile to Ling Xi based on the principle of dying together: "Actually, it's not bad. , do you try it?"

Ling Xi's expression became more complicated: "You are acting a little hypocritical."

Ling Chuji: "Not hypocritical, I'm serious, it's really good."

"Actually, I don't really believe it." Ling Xi said again: "Do you know what you look like?"

Ling Chuji continued to smile: "What does it look like?"

"Like someone who is about to die from poison." Ling Xi was silent for a while, then asked hesitantly, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

When Ling Chuji heard this, the veins on his forehead twitched violently.

He put down his chopsticks, and seeing that this trick didn't work, he cut straight to the point and said righteously: "I've tasted it, it's up to you, you have to taste it. Don't you even want to taste the things you make yourself?" ?”

Ling Xi: "Why do men make things difficult for men?"

Ling Chuji said every word: "Eat."

"Okay." Although his tone was distressed, Lingxi's eyes were filled with a smile, and he also picked up a piece of ribs and put them in his mouth, but this piece of ribs failed to stay in his noble taste buds for half a second, and then he was caught. Spit it out.

Ling Xi silently glanced at the spat out ribs, then looked up at the expressionless Ling Chuji in embarrassment, and said slowly, "I really didn't mean to."

Ling Chuji didn't speak, but just looked at him without blinking.

Being stared at by him, Ling Xi felt a little guilty, and said silently: "I think I might have to go to the hospital."

"So..." Ling Chuji expressed his ultimate doubts, and concluded: "Why don't we order takeaway?"

Ling Xi said without much hesitation: "You have a cold, it's not good to eat outside food."

At the end of the sentence, I probably still had some doubts in my heart, and said to myself: "It doesn't make sense, I just learned it from the video."

Ling Chuji was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

It really didn't occur to him that the reason why Lingxi cooks by himself today was because he was worried that he would not be able to eat outside food because of his illness.

For a moment, when he was about to say something while his heart was moving slightly, Ling Xi had already taken out his mobile phone and said, "Forget it, don't eat these, they are probably more poisonous than the outside things. I remember the There is a porridge shop downstairs, it's quite clean, why don't you eat some of this?"

"No need." Ling Chuji lowered his eyelashes.

"Huh?" Ling Xi looked up at him, seeing that his interest suddenly became low, she was stunned for a while, and said, "Are you angry?"

"Are you starving?" Ling Xi: "Don't worry, this one is very close, and it will be delivered soon, just keep going."

"Am I a pump?" Ling Chuji showed a helpless smile on his face, got up and said, "Wait, I'll cook some dishes for you."

Ling Xi's hand holding the phone paused for half a second, unable to react for a while, and after realizing what Ling Chuji had just said, Ling Chuji had already entered the kitchen, put on his apron and started firing.

Ling Xi got up quickly, but thought of something in the next second, and then sat back. A few seconds later, a little smile overflowed on his face—this is the first time that his younger brother has cooked in the past few years since he was brought home , and still have to do it for him.

He decided that even if Ling Chuji came out with an empty pot, he would swallow it alive.

Two 10 minutes later.

Ling Chuji opened the door of the kitchen, holding two dishes of stir-fried vegetables, one with celery fried meat and the other with hot and sour potato shreds.

Although they are all normal home-cooked dishes, compared with the dark dishes that Lingxi just made, they are simply delicious delicacies.

Until Ling Chuji put the dishes on the dining table, Ling Xi was still in a state of surprise: "You made it?"

Ling Chuji rolled his eyes at him: "Otherwise you did it."

Ling Xi laughed at Ling Chuji, reached out to stroke Ling Chuji's head, and scolded with a smile: "You are so brave, you still roll my eyes, don't you?"

"Stop masturbating, you'll be bald if you masturbate again." Ling Chuji pushed Ling Xi's hand away, and said, "There's still a pot of tomato soup in the kitchen, let's make do with it."

"It doesn't make sense at all, it's great, my brother is really good." Ling Xi gave Ling Chuji a thumbs up sincerely: "When did you learn it? It's quite hidden."

Ling Chuji's stomach was so empty that he was almost fainting from hunger. After taking a few mouthfuls of rice, he said vaguely, "Grandpa taught me when I was in the countryside."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something, paused, and subconsciously glanced at Ling Xi - probably because he was too hungry, he almost forgot that he was not in the real world now.

In the book, he has never seen what the grandfather of the Ling family looked like, and he is not very clear about the specific experience of the original owner. The ghost knows what the original owner was like before, and he doesn't know whether the grandfather of the Ling family has taught him. The original owner cooks.

In case the car overturns here...

But Lingxi didn't show any abnormality on his face. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the food on the table, saying, "That's it."

"En." Ling Chuji took another look at Lingxi's expression, and after seeing that there was no change, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Why are you taking pictures?"

Ling Xi didn't look up, as if sending a message to someone: "Send it to your parents to show off."

Ling Chuji: "..."

"Oh, that's right." After sending the message, Ling Xi remembered something, put the phone aside, and said, "Mom and Dad said before, after you finish the exam next month, let's go back to your hometown together. Look at Grandpa, By the way, repair the road on the other side of the house."

Ling Chuji's eyes lit up, although he knew he was in the book, he subconsciously said: "Really?!"

"Why lie to you." Ling Xi laughed and said, "It's been a long time since I went back. Grandpa still talked about you last time."

After hearing this, Ling Chuji felt even more anticipation in his heart. He moved his lips: "I miss Grandpa too."

"Well, let's go back next month." Ling Xi said: "You study hard, and when you go back, you can give grandpa a certificate of merit."

-

After a period of chaos, Ling Chuji finally took a shower and lay down on the bed.

He habitually picked up his phone and glanced at it. Seeing that there were several unread messages on WeChat, he clicked in and saw that there were messages from Chen Nuo and Liu Jun, all asking him what was going on and why he didn't go to class in the afternoon.

There is another message at the bottom, which is a message from bandit Xiao, which was sent several hours ago, asking him what's wrong.

Ling Chuji glanced at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock, so he didn't say much, after replying a message, he turned off the lights and got ready to go to bed.

Five in the morning.

Xiao Bandit woke up from his sleep.

It was rare for him to have a good night's sleep. He didn't suffer from insomnia or dream. When he woke up, it was five o'clock.

The breathing light on hand was still flickering.

Bandit Xiao unlocked it and took a look. It was Ling Chuji's news.

【It's nothing, I'll talk to you tomorrow】

Followed by a small bunny launching a love emoticon package.

Xiao Pi's eyes stayed on the little rabbit expression pack for a while, and then replied——

【it is good. 】

In the still dark room, the faint scent of green tea still lingered in the tip of his nose.