Misfiring

After the clothes are washed, Ying Yang throws the underwear and clothes into the dryer together.

As the capital of a large coastal province in Huaguo, City A is wet for nearly three months of the year, so even if Cheng Mo's life is poor, he still can't save money on clothes dryers.

It happened to be cheap, Ying Yang.

While waiting on the small balcony for the drying to end, Ying Yang pawed the eggs with his feet while watching Cheng Mo cook.The soup pot smelled tempting, and white mist overflowed from the rim of the jumping lid. Cheng Mo hurriedly turned the fire to low, and took off the lid with his bare hands.

"hiss--"

Burned without incident.

"Tsk." Ying Yang expressed his admiration for the accident when one failed to watch.Holding Cheng Mo's hand, he pulled him to the sink to wash the wound. Seeing that his eyes were red, Ying Yang couldn't help but worry, "Does it hurt?"

Cheng Mo instinctively retracted his hands: "Spicy."

Ying Yang glanced at him, showing off common sense rarely: "Spicy is a kind of pain."

After flushing for a while, Ying Yang felt that it was almost done, and turned off the water: "It's better."

"……numb."

"Grilled skewers or hot pot?!" Ying Yang brought his hand to his mouth as he spoke, "Let me lick it."

Cheng Mo immediately pulled his hand back, picked up the spoon angrily, and stirred it into the pot twice.Ordinarily, there is no need to worry about sticking to the bottom of the zucchini soup, but he just stirred up this effect.

After stirring the soup, Cheng Mo turned off the fire, covered the lid to keep warm, and planned to fry two more dishes.The ingredients are ready: a cube of pork belly, and a plate of well-washed okra.

Ying Yang saw Cheng Mo pointing his fingers up, looking pitiful, so he pushed him aside: "Okay, you go outside and rest."

Cheng Mo looked at him suspiciously, as if wondering whether the dishes he cooked could be eaten.

Ying Yang met his eyes, took off his apron and hung it on his body: "There's nothing wrong with it."

The equipment was taken away, Cheng Mo could only give up his seat no matter how worried he was, moved a chair and sat in front of the refrigerator to watch.Feng Shui turns around, and the position is changed at once.

Not sure whether what Ying Yang is doing now is due to the survival skills he has cultivated over the years or he used to know it, but he easily holds the handle of the frying pan, shakes the pan, shakes the spoon, and sprinkles the right amount of seasoning. The translucent pork belly was wrapped in golden crispy clothes under his hands after a short time, and the delicate burnt aroma was spread as the meat was turned over unceasingly.

Cheng Moguang felt hungry just smelling it, not to mention Eggy, who has always been greedy for meat, stretched his neck and ran around Ying Yang's feet. Grab his trouser legs and climb up.

"Yoo————"

Afraid that Eggy would affect Ying Yang, Cheng Mo got up and took out a can from the cabinet: "Come on Eggy, don't disturb...cough."

Even though he braked in time before the word "Dad" came out, Cheng Mo still felt that Ying Yang gave him a half-smile glance, so he could only hold the can and run away, hiding on the balcony, pulling the can open and pushing the pot quietly. Gidandan: "It's all up to you, how many times have I told you not to wander around in the kitchen, you turned away, turned away..." He lightly poked his round head with his fingertips, pretending to be a threat, "If there is another time, I won't do it again." Give it to the meat."

After the heat on his face dissipated, Cheng Mo pulled the door in the yard and went back to the kitchen.

At this time, the braised pork had just been cooked, so Ying rinsed the pot in twos and twos, and boiled some boiling water until the okra was almost covered. When it was cooked, he asked, "Do you have ice and mustard?"

"Have."

Cheng Mo understood Ying Yang's plan as soon as he heard it: iced okra dipped in mustard.He originally wanted to do the same, so he quickly mixed the seasoning, and the ice cubes were neatly spread on the plate.

Everything is ready, just waiting for the okra essence to be caught.

The dryer just sounded a reminder when the pot was starting. Ying Yang wanted to lift the pot and pour the water, and shake the boiled okra directly into the plate, but when he heard the sound, he deliberately changed the chopsticks and pinched them out one by one: "Go Take your clothes off."

"Oh." Cheng Mo didn't think too much, and went obediently.

The body was filled with endless warmth, Cheng Mo touched one to dry, and carefully hung the clothes and trousers on the clothes hanger to dissipate heat.

The few fabrics were left behind. When Cheng Mo looked at it for the last time, his cheeks could not help being as hot as the body. He squatted behind the door and silently said a few words, then straightened up as if nothing had happened, and clamped the underwear one by one. .

Six all black, murderous, not cute at all.

While Ying Yang wasn't paying attention, Cheng Mo quickly took his clothes, crumpled them up, and sneaked back to the bedroom.

After folding the clothes and pants, Cheng Mo opened the closet, looking at half of the candy-colored underwear in the drawer, deeply troubled.

It's good to live alone, but if two people live together, they can't wear these anymore.

Especially those pink ones.

After thinking about it, Cheng Mo pulled up a few white boxers, pressed them all down, and decided to wrong them for a while.

The rice in the rice bowl was white and plump, with distinct grains. Cheng Mo picked up a small ball and put it into his mouth with a pious heart, squinting his eyes in satisfaction.

Ying Yang smiled: "As for you."

It's not just a bowl of rice, it's not too late to squint after tasting his braised pork.

"You don't know," Cheng Mo said after swallowing the meal, "The original price of this rice cooker is more than 3000. I bought it during the double eleven discount. It's half price. The rice it makes is indeed different, especially soft."

"So willing?" Ying Yang couldn't help but look sideways.

He remembered that although Cheng Mo was not a stingy person, he loved saving money.Usually, I always deposit coins one by one, and when I save enough ten yuan, I will exchange them into banknotes, and then exchange ten banknotes for a hundred.It is said that the larger the denomination, the more reluctant to spend it, and then put all the money in the bank when you can open an account as an adult.

Cheng Mo bit his chopsticks and said vaguely, "We must eat better."

It's rare to have a way to comfort yourself, and why not.

"Here," Ying Yang put a piece of braised pork into his bowl, "It's not enough to just eat well, you have to eat more. Look at how thin you are, it hurts when you hold it."

No one begged you to hug me.Cheng Mo was a little unhappy, resisting his greed, pushed the piece of braised pork aside, and then went to pick up the melon in the soup pot.

Ying Yang has been staring at him, Cheng Mo's lips are well-shaped, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised when he is not smiling, and now he is slightly pursed, he knows that Cheng Mo is not at ease: "I don't hate you, sir Just figuring it out for yourself.”

"I don't care if you dislike it or not." Cheng Mo didn't dare to say this too loudly, for fear that Ying Yang would get angry with him.

Whoever makes Ying Yang has a bad temper, gets angry at every turn.Unlike him, at most he would only have a little emotion, he would not curse, and it was even more impossible to do anything.Although Ying Yang didn't shake his fist at him, it doesn't count as scolding him, but he can swear, and swearing is wrong.

Cheng Mo had an occupational disease, and he almost couldn't help talking about it with Ying Yang.

But unexpectedly, as soon as the momentum was suppressed, Ying Yang said intentionally or unintentionally: "Don't make excuses, I told you earlier, fat and thin are fine."

After recalling what he said, Cheng Mo suddenly hated his memory.It doesn't matter if you are thin, if you can hold it up at some point, he doesn't want to remember it.

Ying Yang didn't let him go: "You can't blame what happened last night."

Cheng Mo quickly scooped up a spoonful of melon for him: "Eat well!"

It finally stopped for a while.

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