Fall in love with summer flamingos

Gu Shiye sat down, leaning forward, and looked at the dishes on the table with great appreciation: Mapo tofu, braised chicken wings, pumpkin beef, a plate of small greens, and braised prawns. He blinked his eyes and looked at Su Yangxia, instantly feeling a sense of admiration.

"Wow, Brother Yang Xia, did you make all of this? How come your cooking skills are so good... This looks delicious... Did you learn it specially?

Su Yangxia scratched the back of her head awkwardly and smiled, "Oh, I didn't learn it on purpose... I just cooked for my sister every day when we were little, and she would cry if the food was bad. I just learned it through practice."

He was a bit flattered and embarrassed... He was a thin-skinned person and couldn't stand people praising him seriously, so he could only look at them politely and keep smiling...

Su Yangxia took off the apron from her head and hung it on the back of the chair.

Gu Shiye picked it up and took it to the balcony to hang it up, then came back and sat across from him. Gu Shiye and Meng Zhao also sat facing each other...

The three of them looked like they were waiting for the host to tell them to eat before they could eat. They all looked at him expectantly.

"Eat, stop looking."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was like a little monkey receiving instructions from Sun Wukong. Gu Shiye picked up a shrimp with chopsticks, ate it while making a sound of praise, and raised his thumb with his other hand.

Meng Zhao devoured the chicken wings voraciously. Seeing his sweet-mouthed brother enjoying the food, he became even more excited. He gestured with his chopsticks and said proudly...

"I love my Bao'er's cooking the most. You know what? My grandma and her friends' cooking is... awful. It has no flavor at all. I doubt they even use salt...

I really can't eat. I often go to class hungry and I don't have any money...

Later on… well, I simply stopped going home for dinner and followed him to his house every day for free meals. Tsk tsk tsk… Later on, my grandmother couldn’t stand it anymore and had to give him 1000 yuan a month for food… Meng Zhao pronounced the 1000 in 1 yuan with a… long sound.

"Our Su'er has become the richest middle school student in our area..." A middle school student carrying two to three thousand yuan a month is outrageous! In our neighborhood, even three or five yuan is considered a lot for a kid...

Meng Zhao is like a faucet, once turned on, he can't stop, talking one thing after another... one thing after another

Also!! He doesn’t like washing vegetables or dishes… and every time he gives me five dollars to wash vegetables and five dollars to wash dishes, his sister has to stand on a stool to wash them…

He was only responsible for cooking and stuff. Later, one time, his sister accidentally broke a bowl and cut her hand. He was heartbroken, so from then on, I became the one doing the dishes. But… he still only gave me five dollars… Do you think he was too much? Too much?!

But during that time, I was able to save 150 a month... The first time I saved enough, I went to buy my grandma a pair of cotton pants...

But it's really wrong that you didn't give me extra money... At least give me a dollar or two...

Meng Zhao talked endlessly about his experience as a side dish and dishwasher, and from time to time he complained about the stingy capitalist "chef"

Su Yangxia was no longer surprised. He ate slowly, watching Meng Zhao perform his exaggerated monologue.

Gu Shiye would look at Meng Zhao for a while, then smile without saying anything. The cold-faced brother next to him would occasionally purse his lips, sometimes smile in support, and occasionally meet his gaze, then stare at him for two seconds...

He couldn't help it and glared at Meng Zhao, "Shut up... You eat the most, so what's wrong with doing some work? Didn't you also work at your grandma's house... Do you get paid?

He pointed at the dishes on the table with his chopsticks and said, "Even five or six dishes can't stop your mouth." His voice was very loud...

Meng Zhao realized that he seemed to want him to shut up again.

The faucet was turned on unexpectedly, but the water was still flowing... Meng Zhao could only puff up his cheeks and swallow the rest of his words...

Su Yangxia got up and went to the kitchen to get two disposable gloves. She picked up a big fat shrimp, quickly twisted off the shrimp head and peeled off the shrimp shell, and put the shrimp into the bowl opposite Gu Shiye.

"Eat it, I know you don't like peeling it because it's too troublesome." Su Yangxia smiled at him with a smile

Gu Shiye glanced at the peeled shrimp in the bowl, then looked up at the person peeling the shrimp. He suddenly felt a little sour in his nose and a little tight in his throat.

He frowned slightly and said "thank you" slowly. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, his voice still trembled slightly when he said these two words.

Apart from his mother, no one else had ever peeled shrimp for him. Because his younger brother loved to eat it, he had never taken the initiative to reach out and take a shrimp from the table at home. He looked at Su Yangxia with moist eyes.

"How did you know I like shrimp?"

Su Yangxia said to him in a very normal tone, "Because one time you were eating tomato noodles at my house, you ate up all the dried shrimps I put in the bowl... I thought you must like it."

Plus, you just kept looking at that plate of shrimp, so I knew you wanted to eat it, but you thought it was too much trouble. After all... you're a mysophobe, so you'd rather not touch anything that gets on your hands. Anyway, you think it's okay to eat it or not...

Yes, just because you like to eat doesn’t mean you have to eat it…

If he had only been slightly touched just now, he would have been extremely moved now. However, years of habit had taught him to hide his emotions. He lowered his head and eyes, picked up the shrimp from the bowl, and put it in his mouth...

The person opposite suddenly laughed, leaned forward to approach him, stretched out his two hands to pinch his face and gently pulled

"Oh...how can you be so easily satisfied? Don't be moved to tears. If you like it, I'll peel it for you...I don't mind the trouble.

"Otherwise he will eat them all up." He put down his hand, glanced at Meng Zhao, and nudged him with his elbow... As a result, he really picked a few big ones and put them in the bowl and started peeling them.