Feral cat domestication manual

Jing Cong looked at Jiang Ci in front of him, and stepped forward to hug him clumsily.

"I not only want you to be happy, but I will also make you happy." He paused every word, with a serious tone.It is so real that it will even make people not take it so seriously.

Jiang Ci didn't know what happened to Jing Cong and what he was thinking, but when he heard Jing Cong's words, he lowered his head again, and his chin was stabbed by stubble. Such a sense of solidity really warmed his mood instantly.

"Okay." Jiang Ci replied seriously.

After a while, seeing that Jing Cong was still hugging himself, although he was reluctant to push away, he still patted Jing Cong on the back, "It's strange to hug him in the kitchen... Quickly check if the rice is ready."

Jing Cong loosened his hand awkwardly.

Before it was his turn to be at a loss, Jiang Ci pushed him to take off the lid of the rice cooker.

As soon as the hot air filled his eyes, Jiang Ci took a look and said, "That's all right, you go out and set the table, and I'll serve the food."

It was the first time for Jing Cong to do this kind of thing. When he lived with his grandfather in the past, he would only have a big bowl for each person, and he would sit in the main room and eat with vegetables and rice.Later, when I went to school, I only had meals in the cafeteria, and then the choice was to go to the restaurant to pack, take away or instant noodles.

The last time I ate at this table was also prepared and set up by Eji.

This time is different.

Jing Cong wiped the table with a clean rag, then carefully arranged the two sets of bowls, chopsticks and spoons, pulled out the two chairs facing each other, and finally "appreciated" the table with satisfaction.

This meal took a long time, and by the time the two of them sat down, it was already dark outside.

Although Jing Cong was excited, he didn't move his chopsticks first.After Jiang Ci picked up the chopsticks and said "Dinner is ready", he moved and followed suit.

Eji put his chopsticks by the bowl and couldn't help but smile.He took two spoonfuls of potato broth into the Jingcong bowl with a spoon, and said, "It's delicious when poured on rice, and it's delicious with curry chicken nuggets. Try it."

After Jing Cong took a bite, his eyes widened, "It's delicious."

There was a sense of satisfaction bursting from the depths of his heart that filled him.

Jing Cong finally realized why some people say eating is a very happy thing.

"Then eat more. I have to go to work during the day on weekdays," Jiang Ci tried to ask, "Are you okay? Come to eat at home every night from now on, okay?

Jing Cong looked at Jiang Ci with his chopsticks in his mouth, hesitated for a while, and finally choked out an answer that both of them were secretly satisfied with, "Okay."

Jiang Ci did not directly propose to let Jing Cong live in his home.Not to mention living in a room with myself, anyway, there is a second bedroom at home that can sleep, anyway, the seventh floor where Jing Cong lives now is also his.

But Jiang Ci still endured it, not only because the relationship has not been confirmed yet, but also because the time is too short and they are not completely familiar with each other.

Whether he wants to participate in Jing Cong's life from now on, or let Jing Cong enter his own life, it will not be able to fully integrate in a short time.Regardless of the present, at least they used to be poor people compared to ordinary people.

Each has its own problems.

A deep-seated, powerless disease.

What's more, Jiangci still has a big trouble to deal with now.He was afraid that it would be counterproductive if he acted too hastily.

But for a while, even Jiang Ci didn't understand his sudden proposal thoroughly.For him who often only takes instant food to kill himself, it is already too rare for him to promise to come back from get off work every night to cook.