serious about love

Yan's good cooking skills can only be called courageous. He has fried vegetables and completed it under the guidance of Aunt Zhang.

That was the only remarkable finished product, and others were tried later, all of which failed.

The first time was the pinnacle of cooking.

Now that Auntie Zhang has resigned, the kitchen has become Jiang Muxing's territory, and if he has a hand in the banquet, the results can basically be ignored.

Housework such as sweeping and mopping the floor is ok for him to learn, but cooking is really not ok at all.

-

Dinner is three dishes and one soup, and several small round potatoes steamed on the rice cooker.

Yan Hao picked a piece of meat from the belly of the fish, rinsed it in the soup next to it, and ate it with his mouth open. Jiang Muxing didn't eat spicy food, and his taste changed accordingly.

Besides, it must be done every day in the future, so it's better to be lighter.

Yan Hao looked straight at Jiang Muxing, without saying a word, just looked, his eyes were fiery.

Jiang Muxing frowned lightly: "Eat."

"I'm eating." Yanhao bit the tip of the chopsticks, "I'm going to make it every day in the future, right?"

Jiang Muxing was picking up broccoli for him: "What are you doing?"

Yanhao blinked: "Me."

With a shake of Jiang Muxing's arm, the broccoli he just picked up fell into the plate.

Yanhao grabbed the little knot that was tied up, stuck out the tip of his tongue and touched the chopsticks: "Jiang Muxing, I want to ask you something."

Jiang Muxing put the broccoli in his bowl again: "Huh?"

Yan Hao rested his chin on one hand: "Do you like to tease me?"

Jiang Muxing coughed softly.

Yanhao leaned into his ear and said, "I like it when you tease me."

Jiang Muxing slammed his chopsticks on the bowl heavily, his breath sank, and he couldn't eat the meal.

-

Yan Hao picked up the broccoli in the bowl and ate it, and left it alone after lighting the fire.

Jiang Muxing closed his eyes slightly, suppressing something.

The banquet was finished as if he didn't know anything, and the voice was vague: "Eat."

Jiang Muxing turned to look at him sideways, his eyes were dark.

Yan Hao swallowed the food in his mouth, with a serious face: "Or, you don't want to eat vegetables anymore, you want to eat me?"

Jiang Muxing imitated the mole between his eyebrows: "You are really good at recruiting, you can't even eat well."

Yan Hao licked the corner of his mouth and smiled at Jiang Muxing: "I only recruit you if I like you."

Jiang Muxing grabbed his slender waist and squeezed it.

The banquet softened instantly.

The strength in Jiang Muxing's hand eased: "It hurts?"

Yanhao couldn't sit still and lay down on the table, tilting her head and glaring at him: "Nonsense, of course it hurts, take it lightly, my back is so sore."

Jiang Muxing's voice was a bit hoarse: "So can you be good?"

Banquet: "..."

After being honest for a few seconds, Yan Hao glanced at Jiang Muxing from the corner of his eye: "Your brother has already..."

Jiang Muxing lowered his jaw, "Eat your meal."

Yanhao took half a mouthful into his mouth symbolically: "Why don't I stop eating and play with your brother?"

There was a moment of silence on the table, Jiang Muxing put down the bowl and chopsticks, stood up expressionlessly, pulled away the chair and left.

"Your brother must be crying, really don't want me to coax you?"

Yan Hao shouted at Jiang Muxing's figure, and the next moment he saw Jiang Mu walking to the balcony and closing the curtains.

"..."

-

On Friday morning, Yang Cong came over against the sun, carrying a bag of peaches.

"The peaches that grow on the tree of my relative's house are green and pollution-free, and they grow after eating."

"..."

Yanhao opened the bag and took a look: "It's so hairy."

Yang Cong jokingly said, "Not as much as Jiang Muxing's legs."

Yan Hao's face darkened: "Fart."

"Tsk." Yang Cong sneered, "You dare to swear in front of me and pretend to be a child in front of him."

Yan Hao took a big pink peach to wash: "That's really not true."

"Isn't that true?" Yang Cong imitated his speech in a dignified manner, "You've lost your teeth, my friend?"

Yan Hao dumped Yang Cong all over.

"Fuck!" Yang Cong shook his newly bought clothes, "Sanqianliu, you accompany me."

Yan Hao pretended not to hear, he took a bite of the peach and tasted it: "It's not very sweet."

Yang Cong took the peach and gnawed two bites: "My parents' is like this, it still tastes like when I was a child."

Yanhao walked to the kitchen, Yang Cong suddenly remembered something, and screamed: "Damn, Xiaohao, where is Jiang Muxing, is he in the room? Call him out quickly, he saw us eating a peach , [-]% will kick over the jar of vinegar, I want to see."

"Leave a line in life, so we can meet each other in the future." Yan Hao said.

Yang Cong's face twitched.

"So what about others? He left you at home alone and went out to play by himself?"

"No, I'm typing on the computer."

Yan Hao opened the refrigerator and took out a large bottle of Fanta: "Do you want to drink?"

"Children drink this."

Yang Cong grabbed Tao in his mouth, passed him and stretched out his hand to the refrigerator door, and took away the only bottle of beer.

Yan Hao was speechless: "Isn't it high when we broke up a few days ago? Didn't you drink enough?"

Yang Cong said to him: "Brother, you ate a few days ago, and you haven't eaten since then?"

Banquet: "..."

-

Yang Cong was in the kitchen, looking at this and flipping through that: "Who did I meet on the way here, Wang Feifei."

Yan Hao's expression suddenly changed: "Didn't you say anything?"

"What can I say, I'm not familiar with her."

Yang Cong rubbed his chin: "I thought she would come to me to ask about you, but I didn't expect that she didn't even mention you. Did you quarrel or break up?"

Yan Hao talked about the unpleasant coincidence of last year's National Day in a few words.

Yang Cong put his shoulder on his shoulder: "That's no wonder."

"Now she has crossed you off the list of candidates for marriage. She won't bother you anymore. It's a great thing for you. It's all about benefits and no harm. It's a big blessing, my good brother."

Yan Hao said without beginning or end: "I have to find a time to go to the temple to fulfill my vow."

Yang Cong: "..."

"Have all your wishes come true?"

"right."

"Fuck, why didn't I become one? Could it be that the fish I released were not as lively and cute as yours?"

"..."

-

Yang Cong has something wrong with him, he doesn't like to sit on chairs, he likes to sit on the floor with his back against the wall or the sofa, his legs are stretched freely, his eyes are half-closed, like a big dog by the door in the afternoon.

"Have you found a house in City A yet?"

Yan Hao shook his head.

Yang Cong said lazily: "I'm going to visit my relatives there in two days, so let's help you out and see if the photos on the Internet match up with the real thing? If it does, I'll pick it for you. Come out, and when the time comes, you can choose from there."

Yan Hao thought about it: "OK."

He sent the addresses of several houses recorded in the mobile phone memo to Yang Cong: "They are all of the same house type, and they are all on the same road."

Yang Cong casually searched the Internet: "Isn't it near University A?"

"No," Yan Hao took a sip of Fanta, with the taste of green apples in his mouth, astringent and sweet, "There is no neighborhood I like nearby."

Yang Cong zoomed in on the map: "How far is it from University A? Are you still riding a bicycle to and from school?"

Yan Hao said "hmm": "I don't usually have the opportunity to exercise with time, so I can only ride a bicycle."

Yang Cong rolled his eyes and said, he found someone whose various values ​​were much higher than his own, and could escape the fate of being hanged for practice?

Besides, both of them are at an age where they can't exhaust their energy, so they may have to practice every day in the future.

Yang Cong suddenly found a strawberry on the side of his brother's neck, he took a breath, and fucked Big Brother again.

"Xiao Hao, I heard that senior colleagues have the ability to distinguish the same kind. You can tell at a glance. There must be such people in universities, and they are indispensable."

Yanhao bit her lip: "It's okay."

Yang Cong squinted: "So calm?"

"Otherwise, what should I do?" Yan Hao shrugged, "I really encountered something disgusting, so let's see what happens."

Yang Cong hesitated to speak, and sighed: "Don't blame me for saying it badly, Jiang Muxing is like that, all kinds of awesome, and he is still a celebrity in college, and he is on the throne of the school grass. I don't want to say how many girls will be attracted to him, anyway. A bunch of high school, just like that, no suspense, what I said is that there will definitely be men chatting, don't believe me, I'll leave it for you."

Yan's eyelashes drooped down, covering what was in his eyes, and he didn't speak.

"Don't think too much, I just want to remind you, the university should pay attention."

Yang Cong scratched his head, the more he wanted to say more, the more he couldn't think of words, he scolded: "Both men and women must be careful, you're in love, you're so fucking tired."

The banquet lasted for a long time and laughed out loud: "Heh."

Yang Cong was hairy all over, and suddenly felt that he was doing things the wrong way, and he should be worried about Jiang Muxing's suitors.

-

Not long after, Yang Cong pulled the banquet to fight Street Fighter.

Yan Hao doesn't really want to fight. She has abused Yang Cong for a long time and has no sense of accomplishment.

While flipping through the game controller in the drawer under the TV cabinet, Yang Cong inadvertently threw out a sentence: "We can still play together now, let's play again, one time less."

Yan Hao frowned: "What are you talking about?"

Yang Cong looked back at his brother, and saw the familiar dark clouds on his face, not to mention feeling emotional.

This guy has seen more sunshine since he fell in love.

"I mean, there will be no market for this thing in two years," Yang Cong said. "No one will play it."

Yan Hao's complexion gradually turned bright, he walked over and kicked Yang Cong who had turned over the drawer in a mess: "Get up."

Yang Cong moved aside: "That guy Song Ran cried at the dinner."

Yan Hao threw the red game controller he found into his arms: "Why are you crying?"

Yang Cong smacked his lips: "The first love failed to be promoted in high school."

Yan Hao couldn't understand that although Song Ran's grades and appearance didn't reach the full score, she was always in the high division and never fell out.

"He's been single all this time, isn't it because he doesn't want to talk about it?"

"It's wrong, it's called not meeting someone you want to talk about."

Yang Cong drank the last sip of beer, took out his cigarette case and lighter: "When I was singing K that night, I ordered a song called "Bon Voyage", and the whole room howled. Damn it, it can be called midnight terror."

Yan had a good brain to fill in the picture, his head hurt, he asked Yang Cong: "What time did you end?"

"In the morning, everyone had big bags under their eyes, and their faces were wrinkled, as if they had been sucked away by a goblin, and they aged ten years overnight."

As soon as Yang Cong lit a cigarette, Jiang Muxing's voice came from the room: "The banquet is good."

Yan really didn't even think about it, so he answered, "Hey!"

The room fell silent.

The banquet was about to get up, but was stopped by Yang Cong: "Jiang Muxing called you and didn't say anything else, why did you go?"

Yan Hao said: "He misses me."

Yang Cong: "..."

I'm going, who do I want to kill? This is it?