Blow

The refrigerator door was pulled open.

Impressive sense of color.There are plenty of ingredients, ranging from meat to vegetarian, not to mention how rare or expensive, but they are very fresh, and you can see that they have just been prepared.

The tomatoes were plump and round, and their watery appearance was very pleasing. Wen Xiao took two, took out a few eggs, and put them all on the countertop.

Xia Jue stood guard at the door, staring at him like a supervisor.

Wen Xiao closed the refrigerator and looked over there.Xia Jue smiled back, like looking forward to it, but also like proud.Wen Xiao was not sure whether this was the other party's sudden intention or a long-planned plan.

"What have you been standing here for?" He asked instead of handling the ingredients immediately.

"See if you need help." Xia Jue said with a smile.

"Then you can go," Wen Xiao said indifferently, "I don't need it."

After speaking, he looked down at the tomatoes and eggs on the table, and began to recall the scene when his aunt was cooking, and the finished product of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

A fantasy that is both true and illusory.The general idea is there, but how to operate it, he may need to look up the recipe again.

"It's almost five o'clock." Xia Jue reminded from the side.

Wen Xiao glanced at him and frowned: "Why haven't you left yet?"

Xia Jue stuck out her tongue and walked away.

After he left, Wen Xiao took out his mobile phone from his pocket and searched for tutorials on the Internet. There were about five or six types. And whether to add soy sauce.

incoherent.

Wen Xiao simply made a combination, put salt, sugar and soy sauce, 3 grams each of salt and sugar—but why is there no tray balance in the kitchen?

Or use the spoon as the unit of measurement, which is also possible and more intuitive, but one spoonful of salt and sugar—how big is the spoon?

……

Fifteen minutes later, Xia Jue in the living room smelled a strange burning smell that was getting stronger and stronger.

Xia Jue walked into the kitchen suspiciously following the smell, and saw that the room was full of "fairy spirit", as if a god concocting alchemy, and the big god Wen Xiao in the middle frowned, turning the spatula intently, constantly stirring the pot. A pile of black, black, yellow and yellow "fairy medicine".

Saying that he is cooking some kind of yellow talisman paper seems to be more credible than saying that he is frying eggs.

The so-called "going to the hall and burning the kitchen" is probably the case.

Xia Jue was startled, and felt that if Wen Xiao continued to fire, the bottom of the pot might not be fried, so he rushed over to turn off the fire, turned on the range hood, and pushed the window to the maximum.

Wen Xiao was still standing there, cooking mechanically. He could only grab the spatula from Wen Xiao's hand, but he couldn't take it all at once, because Wen Xiao's hand was too strong.

"Wen Xiao?" Xia Jue called out.When he saw Wen Xiao, his eyes straightened.

Wen Xiao was in a daze, he was called several times before he realized it, and turned his head to look at Xia Jue.

Xia Jue was terrified by his numb appearance, and tried her best to get him to put down the spatula, and dragged him to the balcony to blow the air.After a while, the smoke in the kitchen finally cleared.

Wen Xiao also regained his sobriety, sitting on the recliner that Xia Jue moved to the balcony to rest, silent.

Xia Jue continued to check the information with lingering fear, and repeatedly confirmed that Wen Xiao's face and lips did not appear the "cherry red" mentioned on the Internet. He wanted to check the skin on his chest again, but Wen Xiao stretched out his hand vigilantly to stop him.

"I'll just see if there's anything wrong," Xia Jue bit her lip and whispered, "It's not to take advantage of you."

Wen Xiao stared at him for a while, then suddenly lifted the hem of the T-shirt, and took off the whole thing. His upper body was completely exposed, with a healthy complexion, and his muscle lines fluctuated slightly with his breathing, as if they were flowing.

"You think something is wrong with me?" he asked.

Xia Jue's face gradually turned red, and she thought to herself: He's so handsome, I want to touch him.

The weather was hot, and Wen Xiao didn't intend to put his clothes back on. He got up and took the T-shirt to the pool on the balcony, wet it, soap it, and rinse it.

From behind, his lean waist and strong back were unobstructed, and water droplets splashed on his shoulders, rolled down his back, and landed on the belt of his jeans.

Xia Jue stared intently, as if she was bewitched by something, she couldn't help walking slowly, to a very close place.Wen Xiao didn't seem to notice, so Xia Jue stretched out his hand, thought for a while, then put it down, put his lips together, and kissed him lightly on the back.

Dragonfly touches the water and leaves at a touch.

Xia Jue felt that Wen Xiao would not find out what he had done, so he quickly turned and ran away.In fact, that kind of soft touch cannot be achieved by fingers or other parts of the body.

Wen Xiao's movements only paused for a moment, and then he continued to wash clothes in silence, and then heard the sound of restarting the fire in the kitchen.After a long time, he put the T-shirt to dry and put his hands on his chest, and he could still feel the intense pulsation in his chest.

Xia Jue was very efficient, and it only took more than 20 minutes for dinner to be served, with two dishes and one soup.

Wen Xiao was still bare-chested, Xia Jue couldn't help staring at him, his chest muscles, abdominal muscles and collarbone were all eye-catching.After a meal, Wen Xiao cleaned up the food, but Xia Jue's eyes were fuller than his mouth.

Wen Xiao stood up to clean up the dishes.

"Hey, I'm coming." Seeing that he was going to wash the dishes, Xia Jue hurriedly followed, "Go watch TV."

Wen Xiao's face turned cold: "You think I can only watch TV?"

Xia Jue was taken aback for a moment, not knowing where his sudden anger came from, so he had to step aside.Wen Xiao quickly walked into the kitchen, put the dishes and chopsticks into the sink, and started washing.

There was the sound of rushing water, and the clashing of bowls and chopsticks.

Xia Jue sat on the sofa in a daze, propping the cushion with both hands, dazed, but also vaguely happy and grateful.

Now thinking of the sharp turn the day before yesterday, he couldn't help regretting it, and felt that he shouldn't have mentioned to Wen Xiao so bluntly whether to pursue or not, in exchange for Wen Xiao's sudden estrangement.Fortunately, Wen Xiao came back, and he didn't deliberately keep a distance from him, and even washed the dishes for him.

Most importantly, he even kissed Wen Xiao's back today.

Xia Jue lowered her head, rubbed her face against her shoulder, and couldn't help smiling.

After a while, Wen Xiao walked out of the kitchen and wiped his hands with a paper towel on the dining table.

"Do you want hand cream?" Xia Jue asked him.

Wen Xiao refused, "No need."

Xia Jue had already gone to the room to look for him.Wen Xiao sniffed it, and found that there was no unpleasant aroma, so he unscrewed it and applied a little, and it did feel better.

Washing dishes is not the same as usual. After dipping in dish soap, the skin will be particularly dry.

Looking at his movements, Xia Jue felt that it would be great if she could paint it for him, every finger, every crevice.

"Thank you." Wen Xiao finished painting and handed back the tube of lotion to Xia Jue.

"You're welcome," Xia Jue took it and asked, "Shall we go to school together tomorrow?"

Wen Xiao was startled, and almost forgot about it.He was cleaning the pot in the kitchen just now, and the paste was difficult to deal with. He wondered if he should buy a new one for Xia Jue tomorrow, and then he used some white vinegar to clean it off.

"Leave at 09:30 in the morning." Wen Xiao said.

Xia Jue gestured "OK" to him, blinked her right eye, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings for a moment.

Such precious images.Wen Xiao heard a slight "click" of the shutter in his heart, followed by that exaggerated throbbing in his chest.

But on the surface, he still looked normal, and went back to his room to pack his luggage.

Clothes, shoes, computers, daily necessities.Wen Xiao's things are really few, if not including the ones that Wen Rushi bought before, probably all his luggage would not be enough to fill a suitcase.

Xia Jue had already cleaned up, and said he would come to help him, but actually wanted him to drink apple juice.

"You didn't drink it last time. I drank it all by myself," Xia Jue said. "Try it. The apple juice will be frothy, which is very interesting."

This kind of behavior is to make Wen Xiao like his favorite apple juice, which is the same as when he let Xu Chengkai and Wen Xiao be alone on the court earlier, and later he was happy that Wen Xiao didn't like Li Rui either.He really likes Wen Xiao, and hopes that the intersection of the two worlds will be as much as possible.

Wen Xiao also noticed this.

Wen Xiao closed the suitcase, pushed it aside, took a sip from the water glass.

"How is it?" Xia Jue asked, "I added honey."

Wen Xiao watched him while slowly drinking all the juice.That look was obviously normal, without showing any emotion, but Xia Jue felt as if she was being drunk with the juice, and panicked.

"Is there any more?" Wen Xiao asked after finishing his drink, holding an empty glass, and answered Xia Jue's "How about it" with this sentence.There was a little juice froth on the glass where he had drunk it.

Xia Jue said, "Yes, yes, I'll pour it for you again."

He goes out with the cup.

Wen Xiao walked to the door of the room and saw that in the living room, Xia Jue didn't pour the juice right away, but looked at the place where the juice froth was left on the edge of the cup, slightly dazed, then stuck out his tongue to lick it, but he didn't, and wanted to purse his mouth to swallow it. live, also did not really come across.

In the end, he finally kissed through the void, forbearance and restraint.

It's strange that he has teased Master Wen Xiao so many times, kissing and hugging him, but now he is timid.Maybe it's too disrespectful to do something behind the scenes because it's at least aboveboard to a real person.

Xia Jue refilled the cup and walked back.Wen Xiao turned sideways, with his back to the living room.

"Come on," Xia Jue briskly entered the room, and gave him the cup again, "Be considerate, and the service is at your door."

Wen Xiao glanced at him, took it over, and the first thing he did was to lick off the juice froth he had left before.Xia Jue saw it, and her cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xia Jue thought, did Wen Xiao see something?Was Wen Xiao angry?

He secretly looked at Wen Xiao, but Wen Xiao didn't meet his gaze, his eyes were downcast, hiding his emotions.

Xia Jue was a little apprehensive, but not too scared.He just likes Wen Xiao, even if Wen Xiao hates him, he still likes Wen Xiao.

Wen Xiao took a sip of the juice and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Don't just stand there," he said, before asking, "Why do you suddenly want to install a set-top box?"

Xia Jue tentatively walked to the edge of the bed. Seeing that Xiao had no objection, he sat down boldly and said, "Now every household has this. Brother Kai and his family have also installed it. He said it's good."

"He asked you to pretend?" Wen Xiao asked.

Xia Jue shook her head, her eyes became erratic.

Wen Xiao looked at him, and said lightly, "Well, why are you blushing?"

Xia Jue came back to her senses, and put her hand on her face, suddenly she didn't dare to look at Wen Xiao.He bit his lip and said, "Actually, it's just for you to pretend. I know I'm bored here, and I don't have anything good to do here. I heard you say you can't come back last night. I'm afraid that if I don't put more effort into it, you will move away. I—I want to be a good landlord."

He reluctantly hit a straight ball back to the starting point at the end, fearing that Wen Xiao would be alienated again.

Wen Xiao didn't speak.

"Will you do it?" Xia Jue raised her head and asked, her eyes slightly disturbed.

"...It's not difficult to get a set-top box," Wen Xiao began to answer, holding the glass, with a casual tone, "It seems that it is not easy to find a good landlord who can cook and provide free juice."

After finishing speaking, he actually smiled at Xia Jue. It was extremely slight and fleeting, but it was indeed a smile.

Xia Jue froze for a moment.

God.Xia Jue thought to himself.Is Wen Xiao trying to appease him?

The feelings that were already hard to suppress became even more imminent, and he couldn't control them at all, and some words almost came out of his mouth by himself.

"Then can the good landlord sleep with you tonight?" Xia Jue asked involuntarily as she touched the soft quilt under her hands.

Wen Xiao emptied his water glass and swallowed.

"No," he said, but calmly, with no anger on his face.

The author has something to say: Xiaowen: I don’t know how to cook, so I made a mistake.Fortunately, he has a good figure, and he passed the test by undressing.