miss me

The reason why the illusion is called an illusion is because it only exists for a short moment, and when Xia Xinghe regains his composure, all illusions have disappeared.

I think so, Zhuzi is the dog of Bai Qingzhou's family, there is no reason for the owner to compete with pets, let alone an indifferent owner like Bai Qingzhou who doesn't care about anything.

Xia Xinghe drove out the strange thoughts in his mind, but he was so confused and inexplicable, and he agreed to treat Bai Qingzhou to dinner even though the sale of the copyright hadn't been done yet.

Then it's time and place to decide.

This is not an easy job, even if Bai Qingzhou is busy with work, he is still too picky. In the next few days, Xia Xinghe searched through many softwares such as Volkswagen X rating, and he was not satisfied with the N restaurants he chose. It's not that I think it's too oily, or that the environment is not clean, and the WeChat reply is very slow, as if deliberately hanging people.

Xia Xinghe got annoyed, and was still not satisfied with choosing a few more Bai Qingzhous, so he said angrily: [I'll do it for you. ]

After a while, the news of Bai Qingzhou came back.

[Bai: Barely can. ]

[Little Bamboo:? ]

[Bo: Stewed pork ribs, crab roe tofu, cheese corn, brown sugar glutinous rice cake. ]

Two sweet and two salty, the taste is quite well-balanced.

[Little Bamboo: . ]

You're welcome.

Originally, Xia Xinghe just said it casually, and didn't think he would actually cook for him.What's the deal with going to your ex-boyfriend's house to cook in broad daylight?

But even more confused, on the weekend three days later, he came to Bai Qingzhou's house carrying the big and small bags of ingredients he bought from the supermarket.

It wasn't until Xia Xinghe went into the kitchen to blanch the chopped ribs that Xia Xinghe realized what happened belatedly.

Why did he somehow cook for Bai Qingzhou?

But they have already come to this point, and it is impossible to escape halfway, Xia Xinghe weighed the pros and cons quietly in his heart, and sighed helplessly.

Forget it, isn't it just cooking, and it's not like I haven't done it before.

Xia Xinghe resignedly put the blanched pork ribs into the pot to simmer, and began to prepare the vegetables that needed to be used.

Bai Qingzhou didn't make things too difficult for him, and he washed his hands very consciously, and began to help him chop vegetables.

In the kitchen, the sound of running water, and the sound of chopping vegetables was very clear.

Xia Xinghe turned his head to look at Bai Qingzhou beside him, seeing him lowering his eyes indifferently, holding a knife in his right hand, and skillfully cutting the tofu with his left hand.One centimeter square of tofu cubes appeared under the knife, neat and beautiful.

The kitchen window was right in front of the chopping board, and the light outside the window left a bright path. The golden light fell on Bai Qingzhou's slender and knuckle fingers. Xia Xinghe was in a daze, as if he had returned to four years ago.

It was the same when the two lived together, they would cook together in the kitchen.

Although Xia Xinghe has a talent for cooking, he actually doesn't like this complicated and boring job. He hates the fumes trapped in the kitchen, so every time he pesters Bai Qingzhou to help him.

Bai Qingzhou was not good at getting angry, but he used a scalpel all the year round and had excellent chopping skills. Later, he developed a habit and would consciously come to attack Xia Xinghe.

The two stood together in the small kitchen, the air was full of the smell of food, the crisp sound of cutting vegetables mixed with the sound of running water, and the food in the pot was bubbling, which was real fireworks.

So cooking every day has become the time Xia Xinghe looks forward to the most.

Things are changing now, and the kitchen in front of us is no longer what it used to be, but when a familiar old person stands in a familiar position, the deepest memories can still be evoked in an instant.

Time seemed to freeze there, Xia Xinghe stared blankly at Bai Qingzhou, the water was rushing, Bai Qingzhou raised his eyes to look this way, saw that he was in a daze, and frowned slightly: "Is the wash finished?"

Xia Xinghe suddenly came back to his senses, only then did he realize that he had picked out a few of the corn kernels in his hand.

"Okay, okay," Xia Xinghe rubbed it twice, and handed him the corn in his hand, "Here, wash it."

"Why were you in a daze just now?"

Bai Qingzhou glanced at him, took the corn he had arrived, his tone seemed to be dissatisfied, and the helplessness in his eyes flashed again, "wash it quickly."

The falseness and reality made Xia Xinghe's heart skip a beat.

After the vegetables were ready, Xia Xinghe turned on the fire to stir-fry the vegetables. When the tofu with water was put into the pot, some oil splashed out. Bai Qingzhou frowned slightly, and standing behind Xia Xinghe, he helped him turn on the range hood.

The switch of the range hood was on top of his head, and Bai Qingzhou's arm passed through Xia Xinghe's temple, giving him the illusion that he was hugging him.

The atmosphere was too ambiguous. This was a very common action for the two of them back then, but looking at it now, it was a bit out of bounds.

Xia Xinghe's arm holding the spatula was a little stiff, and he somehow didn't want to push him away, and Bai Qingzhou was also obsessed, his slender fingers touched the button of the range hood, but he didn't press it.

Until——a faint burnt smell filled his nostrils, Xia Xinghe suddenly came to his senses.

"It's over, it's over, it's going to be a mess!"

Xia Xinghe frantically added more bowls, and Bai Qingzhou quickly turned on the range hood to diffuse the smell.

Fortunately, the tofu had a lot of water, so it wasn't too mushy. Xia Xinghe took out all the mushy parts, and made a smooth dish with the rest.

After the little accident, Xia Xinghe didn't dare to be distracted anymore, he carefully finished the remaining two dishes, the ribs were almost stewed, and the hot meal was served on the table, there were vegetarian and meat, sweet and salty , color, fragrance and taste.

Sitting face to face at the dining table, Xia Xinghe looked at Bai Qingzhou nervously and asked, "Try it, how does it taste?"

Bai Qingzhou picked up a rib and put it in his mouth, and said indifferently: "It's okay", and after a while, he couldn't help but curl his lips again.

"It's a familiar smell," he said.

Xia Xinghe was startled, but also laughed.

The sadness and scars from the past still linger, but at this moment, it seems that there is a moment of melting.

Xia Xinghe helped Bai Qingzhou serve a bowl of pork rib soup, and said, "I remember you like this."

Bai Qingzhou took it with lowered eyes, and when he stretched out his hand, his fingertips happened to brush against the back of Xia Xinghe's hand.

"……thanks."

Bai Qingzhou calmly picked up the bowl and took a sip. The salty pork rib soup was fresh but not greasy, and the clear soup swayed at the bottom of the bowl, causing ripples in Bai Qingzhou's heart.

Turns out he still remembered his taste.

Bai Qingzhou lightly raised his eyes to look at Xia Xinghe, his expression softened unconsciously, and he watched him quietly, but Xia Xinghe didn't pay attention.

The notification sound of the phone suddenly rang, Xia Xinghe glanced at it, and soon showed a knowing smile. He lowered his head, moved his fingers quickly on the screen, the corners of his mouth were grinning, and the small dimples on his cheeks were faintly visible.

Very happy look.

Bai Qingzhou frowned slightly, and asked him, "What are you doing?"

"The editor just sent me a message, talking to her."

Xia Xinghe answered casually, but the smile on his lips was still clear.

The taste of pork rib soup still lingers on the tip of the tongue, but it seems that it has lost the freshness just now. Bai Qingzhou asked, "Is it the one who ate with you last time?"

Xia Xinghe was still typing with his head down, and his attention was still on the phone. It took two seconds before he realized that Bai Qingzhou was talking to him, and he responded casually: "Well, it's her, a cute little girl."

The fresh fragrance between the lips and teeth suddenly turned into sourness, and Bai Qingzhou blurted out: "Is it just an editor?"