[Quick Transmigration] Waking up every day tearing apart Xipi

When Jian Yuan entered the door, Xiang Yicheng was lying on the sofa to catch up on sleep, his face was covered with the latest fashion magazine, and half of his chin was exposed with an unshaven beard.Last night, Xiang Yicheng invaded a group of black fans on Weibo, and he was so angry that he wanted to open a trumpet and scold them one by one when he lost his temper, but as a rookie in the sensitive period, he couldn't do such a deadly thing , I had to contact the agent overnight to solve the problem.

Jian Yuan, who could feel that the Little Heavenly King had good spirits written all over his body, followed Brother Xia to put on his slippers, and decided not to say hello to the Little Heavenly King for the time being.

"Where did you live before? Do you want me to help you carry your luggage here?" After Xia Qingming arranged the leather shoes next to the shoe cabinet, he suddenly remembered that Jian Yuan didn't bring anything with him when he came to see him. "There is still a vacant room inside." , just say what else you need."

Jian Yuan lifted his belt up calmly to cover up his long trouser legs.He was wearing Sun Songshu's clothes. Brother Sun's clothes were a little bigger than what he was wearing before, so he picked a T-shirt that could be tucked into the belt and a sports coat that could be worn outside. His white hair made him look like an unruly boy squatting on the side of the road... Is he going to tell Xia Qingming that he is really poor and only has money left?

"I don't have much luggage, so I'll take it myself next time." Jian Yuan pondered for a while, and finally found the best reason.

"I heard from that little girl that you are currently living in a university dormitory," Xia Qingming said thoughtfully, "You have to take a taxi there, so it may not be easy for you to go back. You stay here tonight, and I'll help you find a set of clothes Change and wash."

"...It makes sense, then please." He used to live in other people's houses, but now he has to rely on others for his clothes.

Jian Yuan turned his head away, wanting to go to the toilet to wipe away his tears.

After the rice was put down to cook, Jian Yuan skillfully took out Xia Qingming's casserole that Xia Qingming hadn't used for many years and washed it in the cupboard. The only ingredients were salt and monosodium glutamate, so I almost guessed what Xiang Yicheng and Xia Qingming ate before.

The rice cooked by Xia Qingming actually tastes good, the only problem is that he always likes to put green peppers.In the first reincarnation, Jian Yuan occasionally touched Xia Qingming's green pepper rice bowl a few times. Later, Xiang Yicheng got tired of eating green peppers, so Xia Qingming bought a recipe and learned other dishes. Once he made a new dish, the two of them would share it together. The kitchen was tired for a while.

Looking at the time, Xia Qingming and Xiang Xiaotian Wang should have lived together for three months, but since Xia Qingming will find him, it means that he has not yet developed the kind of deep friendship with Xiang Xiaotian Wang that can spend time learning recipes.

In this way, do they eat stir-fried green peppers or deadly cabbage and eggplants in the past few months?

Jian Yuan couldn't help but fell into deep thought again.

Xia Qingming took the clothes and wanted to go to the bathroom before going to take a look at the situation in the kitchen. Halfway there, he was shocked to find that Xiang Yicheng, who was still catching up on sleep on the sofa, was slamming on the glass sliding door of the kitchen with an indescribable expression. His heavy eyes stared at the back of the young man in the kitchen.

For some reason, Xia Qingming read the subtle meaning of "I will marry this person" from Xiang Yicheng's serious expression...

The young man's craftsmanship is really good, even the skill of beating eggs in the wok is perfect. Xia Qingming stood silently at the corner and smelled the smell of meat wafting from the kitchen, and suddenly felt a kind of The food I ate before was not an illusion of rice.

It was only when Jian Yuan put the salt in that he realized that Xiang Yicheng was spying on him secretly from behind.

"Is the soup ready?" Xiang Yicheng didn't feel the embarrassment of being caught peeping at all, so he naturally let go of his hand on the door frame and asked.

"After adding salt and scallions, it's almost..."

"Is the salt added at the end?" Xiang Yicheng was shocked, "Really only need to put a teaspoon?"

Xiang Xiaotianwang had always believed in the cult concept of adding three spoons of salt to cooking.

So there is often undissolved salt in his fried dishes.

dinner table.Housewives chat time.

Jian Yuan buried his head and ate two mouthfuls of white rice, but couldn't help but comfort the depressed little heavenly king: "You rely on your face to eat, it doesn't matter if you are not good at cooking. It is actually difficult to improve by reading the recipes. Cooking, unless you really know what that word means in moderation..."

"How did you learn it?" Xiang Yicheng glanced at Jian Yuan seemingly casually, and then grabbed a piece of ribs under Xia Qingming's chopsticks.

"My reason for learning to cook is quite special," Jian Yuan said, "because I read a sentence in a book when I was a child, which said, 'If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach'."

Xiang Yicheng: "..."

Xia Qingming: "Oh."

It felt that the atmosphere at the dinner table was not mobilized by him.

Jian Yuan silently put another mouthful of rice and said, "I'm just joking, don't take it seriously."

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