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It's been almost a week since we moved here, and Zhang Yi's work has gradually settled down.

It is said that it is work, but it is actually a waiter in a cafe. Most of the customers in the cafe are white-collar workers in the surrounding office buildings. Except for the time before going to work in the morning, other times are not too busy. When there are few customers, Zhang Yi will take out his mobile phone write something.

For some reason, Zhang Dasan took a leave of absence before finishing his studies, indefinitely.

Fortunately, the store manager saw Zhang Yi's cute appearance and fast learning, so he didn't care about his academic qualifications, but occasionally he would ask why he didn't finish his studies in such a good university.Zhang Yi smiled and passed.

It was Friday today, and the white-collar workers in the building seemed to be going home a little faster than usual. Zhang Yi and the store manager reported and left work early, and went to the supermarket near their home to buy some groceries.Before going out in the morning, Chen Zhe woke up unexpectedly early, lying on the sofa and yelling for braised pork.

When I got home, the door of Chen Zhe's study was closed, and there was quite loud music coming from inside, and Chen Zhe was basically out of tune singing along.The music was turned up so loudly that Chen Zhe didn't notice that Zhang Yi had returned.

Zhang Yi tidied up the shoes that had been thrown on the floor mat and carried the dishes into the kitchen.

Fortunately, it was not too late to go to the supermarket, and I picked a piece of meat with three layers of meat.

Zhang Yi blanched the pork in water first, then cut into pieces and put them in the pot, and boiled them over low heat.

The meat was sizzling in the pot, and Zhang Yi carefully pushed the pieces of meat in the pot with a spatula. He heard Chen Zhe's out-of-the-ordinary singing, and suddenly felt that it would be good to live like this for the rest of his life.Maybe because he felt that his idea was too absurd, Zhang Yi shook his head to drive this idea out of his mind.

Zhang Yi poked it with a shovel, and the surface of the meat was fried to form a yellowish crust. Pour off the excess oil, add light soy, dark soy, rock sugar and star anise, and pour it into a three-year-old bottle along the side of the pot. Chen's rice wine.Wait for the pot to boil, then move it into the casserole, put it on the stove and simmer slowly on a low heat.

Zhang Yi took the computer to the dining table and opened the software code while watching the work on the stove. Chen Zhe didn't know when to start playing a symphony, and the deep sound of the cello touched Zhang Yi's nerves.

Maybe it was because the smell of stewed meat was so attractive, Chen Zhe turned off the music and opened the door a little, only to see Zhang Yi with his back turned to him.The firelight in the kitchen was dimly printed on the wall, and Zhang Yi's voice on the keyboard was fast and slow. Chen Zhe felt that his good luck in this life might be used up.

"Patta" Chen Zhe walked out of the room and turned on the light in the living room, "When did you come back? What are you doing, it smells so good"

Zhang Yi closed the computer after typing the last line in his hand, "Braised pork, I remember you want to eat it. I'll go and have a look, it should be ready soon." Zhang Yi turned and walked into the kitchen.

Chen Zhe sat sideways on the dining table and looked at Zhang Yi who walked into the kitchen. His face was engulfed in a cloud of mist when the casserole was opened, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his eyes seemed to contain spring water. How could anyone It's so nice to cook.

"Let's get ready to eat." Zhang Yi came out with a pot in hand, "I'll just fry up a plate of green vegetables, and I'll add as much rice as you want."

"No, no, I'll do it myself!" Chen Zhe looked like a child who was caught stealing candy, and got down from the table with a flattering expression and went into the kitchen to search for the dishes.

Two bowls of rice, a pot of braised pork with thick oil and red sauce, and a plate of stir-fried vegetables with open ocean.

Chen Zhe had a round belly, "You said you can't cook? It's too modest to be honest, your craftsmanship is amazing! I have never eaten this delicious braised pork, and the fat is not greasy at all! Where did you learn it? yeah"

"My dad used to do this before, and he'll get used to it after watching too much." Zhang Yi cleaned up the dishes while dealing with Chen Zhe, who was full of chatterboxes.

"Oh, by the way, you should be about my age, right? You just graduated?" Chen Zhe asked tentatively

"No, I didn't go to college"

"Oh..." Chen Zhe felt that he had said something wrong, "I saw what you wrote just now, it must be a novel, and it looks very good."

"It's just hobbies, what about you? What do you do?" Zhang Yi's question was a bit perfunctory, and he didn't even look at Chen Zhe.

"Well, the cartoonist will graduate next year." Chen Zhe's answer was unexpectedly brief.

"Oh, I'm graduating next year too." Zhang Yi put the washed dishes on the shelf to drain, then raised his head and asked Chen Zhe, "Do you still eat fruit?"

"I don't need it." Chen Zhe waved his hand and went back to the study, closed the door and checked the lock before turning on the computer. First, he searched for the pseudonym he just saw on Zhang Yi's computer, clicked on the homepage and clicked on Favorites.Then I clicked on the website of Mingcheng Middle School and began to look through the admission news from 3 years ago... Zhang Yi's name was enlarged into the largest font and written on the first line: XX University majoring in psychology.

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happy eating