Take advantage of the void

Qi Anju injured his dominant right hand. Although it didn't affect his basic life, it still caused a lot of inconvenience in his movements.For example, when eating with his left hand, he found that he seemed unable to hold chopsticks anymore. Since the other hand could not hold the bowl, soup would always be accidentally spilled on the table.For another example, it is also very difficult to put on and take off clothes. Now he can only choose some loose clothes to wear, and try to avoid the cuffs from getting caught in the plaster arm.There are many others like this.

The update of comics had to be suspended, the morning jog that he had insisted on for several years was also forced to stop, and he couldn't do housework. Qi Anju suddenly became idle, and mushrooms were about to grow on his body.

Even so, he felt that he was far from needing someone to take care of him, but Song Lingyi treated him like a seriously injured person and became a resident guest of his house.

At this time, Song Lingyi was only wearing a vest and low-waisted jeans, pouted his buttocks, and poured water into the flowerpot with a water basin, the muscles on his bent arms were tense and strong.

Qi Anju couldn't feel at ease when he asked the guest to do this kind of menial work. He walked over and wanted to say that you should let it go.

Song Lingyi misunderstood what he meant, and quickly said: "I know, the water has to be poured thoroughly, you don't have to worry about it, or you can stay to supervise."

After he said that, Qi Anju couldn't say anything more.

When Song Lingyi was watering the flowers, he inevitably spilled some water and wet the floor, so he naturally took a rag and squatted down to wipe the floor.

Qi Anju said: "Don't wipe it, let me do it."

"No! You're already like this!" Song Lingyi refused his words in a rare tone.

Qi Anju thought, what happened to him?He didn't break his hand, he didn't break his foot, it was just a broken bone.

Song Lingyi resolutely refused to let Qi Anju move a finger, and wiped the whole room inside and out.After squatting for a long time, he felt slightly dizzy when he stood up. He paused, scrubbed the rag under the running water, and said to Qi Anju, "Be careful when you walk, the ground is a bit wet."

"Ah."

"What do you want to eat later? I bought ribs, yellow croaker, river prawns, green vegetables..."

Qi Anju turned his attention to the white plastic bags brought by Song Lingyi, imagining the scene of someone wearing big sunglasses early in the morning picking and choosing at the vegetable stall.

Didn't hear the answer, Song Lingyi said to himself: "It's better to stew the ribs, eat whatever you want."

"Yellow croaker."

"?"

"I want to eat braised yellow croaker."

"Ah, yes, eat braised yellow croaker." Song Lingyi said happily.

"You can do it?"

"Of course, isn't it just braised yellow croaker?" Song Lingyi was full of confidence, "You go to the Internet, and I will call you to eat later!" Said and pushed Qi Anju away.

Qi Anju took two glances at him, but couldn't see any flaws, so he walked into the study and closed the door habitually.

In the next second, Song Lingyi immediately changed his expression, quickly took out his mobile phone to make a call, lowered his voice, and said like a thief: "Hello? Xiao Tang, the few dishes you taught me yesterday don't work. Anju wants to eat stewed rice. Yellow Fish, hurry up and send the recipe!"

Qi Anju put a leave note on his manga, and then went to Q|Q and called the editor in charge, telling him that his hand was injured and he would not be able to update it for two or three weeks.Then he clicked on other writers' comics and began to follow up the serialization. When he saw the ones he liked, he generously voted for them. Before he knew it, nearly an hour passed, and Song Lingyi hadn't finished it yet.So he clicked on another detective movie, and it was almost at the end. When the murderer was about to be revealed, Song Lingyi knocked on the door outside: "Anju, it's time to eat!"

As soon as Qi Anju went out, his nose suddenly smelled a strange smell, which seemed to be something burnt. He looked suspiciously at Song Lingyi, who looked calm.

Qi Anju didn't expose it, and saw that two dishes and one soup had already been set on the table.The dishes are stir-fried vegetables and preserved egg tofu. The soup is a dark bowl, and it is impossible to see what is boiled.Song Lingyi didn't express any opinion on the result that Song Lingyi had worked on for more than two hours. He sat down, picked up the chopsticks with his left hand, slowly put a vegetable into his mouth, and chewed without changing his expression.

Song Lingyi was apprehensive, and watched quietly from the corner of his eyes, but Qi Anju's indifferent expression could not tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied.

After eating green vegetables and tofu, Qi Anju's gaze stayed on the bowl of dark yellow croaker soup.Song Lingyi noticed it, and immediately explained: "This is stewed yellow fish soup. I poured too much soy sauce, but the taste is not bad. I think..." After speaking, he became more and more quiet. Sorry to be cheeky.

He was already mentally prepared to be disgusted, but Qi Anju took a sip carefully and said, "The taste is not bad."

Knowing that the words were comforting, Song Lingyi couldn't help beaming with joy, as if the joy in his heart was about to burst, he quickly lowered his head to cover up the corners of his mouth.

In fact, what Qi Anju said was not entirely polite. A lot of garlic cloves were added to the yellow croaker soup. It will not be possible to enter at all.

Qi Anju was not proficient in using chopsticks with his left hand, and Song Lingyi kept using serving chopsticks to pick up vegetables for him, but he didn't eat much himself.

After eating, Song Lingyi cleaned up the dishes, and Qi Anju glanced at the trash can in the kitchen, and sure enough, he found many burnt residues in it.

He stared at Song Lingyi's busy back for a while, and said, "Let's go for a walk."

Hearing this, Song Lingyi said again and again, rinsed off the foam in his hands, and put on his coat.

"Is it okay for you to be like this?" Qi Anju reminded, "Don't you need to cover it up?"

Song Lingyi was startled, and then remembered that he was not wearing sunglasses. He shrugged his shoulders: "It's okay, I'm hiding my face, but no one will think it's me."

I don't care anymore, and Qi Anju doesn't even care.The two stepped out of the gate of the community. Song Lingyi felt that today's sun was particularly bright and the flowers and plants were very cute. He asked enthusiastically, "Where are we going?"

Qi Anju thought for a while: "Come with me to an art exhibition."

The author has something to say: I applied for the list, I hope to be a bye Σ(?□?;)