I pulled the grass

As soon as he looked up, he saw his red eyes: "What's wrong? Did he choke?" He looked again and said, "There's no chili in this dish."

Lu Wange lowered his eyelashes: "No, there seems to be a bit of oily smoke, I'll go out for a while."

"Well, then don't come here, it will be fine in a while."

Lu Wange took the plate, hummed, took it to the dining room, sat on the sofa and changed channels aimlessly, and never returned to the kitchen.

Halfway through the meal, Lu Yuanming came back, and started shouting as soon as he entered the door: "Is Xiao Zongzong's cooking today? I can smell something different."

Looking at Lu Wange who was nestling on the sofa again: "I just said, it turns out that Xiaoge is at home, so I said how does your brother cook? Hmph."

Lu Wange collected his mood and said with a smile, "Grandpa is too self-aware."

"What's there to be proud of? The food you cook isn't delicious."

"Who said it tastes different just now?"

Lu Yuanming thought the sofa was too soft and said it was not good for the elderly, so he sat on the chair with a soft cushion, took a drink from the water glass on the coffee table and said, "Is the different taste the same as the delicious taste?"

Lu Wanger laughed out loud.

The old man became angry and pointed at him: "What are you laughing at, what are you laughing at? What's wrong with me?"

At this time, Lu Wanzong came out with a dish: "What's wrong?"

When Lu Yuanming saw him, he snorted, "Of course it's the little grid that's wrong!"

Lu Wanzong looked at Lu Wange helplessly, and Lu Wange rolled his eyes twice, triumphantly.

He looked at the old man again, who was staring at him.

These two people, every day is not noisy.

But in the face of delicious food, when Lu Wanzong went to wash his hands and came back, he was already smiling, sitting at the table and looking at this dish and that dish, he had already forgotten the grievances with Lu Wange.

After dinner, the old man asked: "I heard that you two spent an afternoon in the study, Xiaoge is going to study?"

Lu Wanzong nodded.

The old man slapped Lu Wange on the shoulder: "Good job, come on."

Lu Wange was photographed grinning, his hands were really strong, and he glared at the old man.

Lu Yuanming ignored him.Xiaobian, fight with me, hum.

Lu Wanzong watched from the side, silently being a melon eater.

Everyone watched the opera show with the old man in the living room, and then went upstairs to rest.Originally, Lu Wanzong wanted to help him look at physics at night, but seeing that Lu Wange didn't want to mention it at all, he hesitated to speak.

Don't push too hard.

After he finished washing and was reading a book, he heard a knock on the door: "Brother, are you asleep?"

Lu Wanzong leaned on the head of the bed: "Not yet, come in."

He raised his head from the book, feeling a little dazed for a moment.It seemed that Lu Wange had just washed up, and his hair was still a little wet. It hung on the corners of his eyes and brows, making his skin fairer. He was wearing a white cotton vest and shorts, and he was standing there with a book in his hand.

The youthful breath spread, and Lu Wanzong's mouth felt a little parched.

However, that person seemed to be ignorant, so he raised the corners of his mouth, showing his small canine teeth, and said, "There is a question, I'm not very good at it, please help me."

Lu Wanzong quickly sat up and calmed down.

Seeing him approaching, he bent down and pointed at the exercises in the book, as if getting closer to himself, and said: "I just thought about this question according to what you said, but I still don't quite understand it."

He was born white, his fingers were slender and almost transparent, and Lu Wanzong's eyes fell on them involuntarily.