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Liao Muyang held a large bag of supermarket shopping bags in one hand, and while walking towards the door, he said to Lin Sheng.

"Go back and sit down. If this thing is not light, I can do it myself."

Lin Sheng stood at the entrance of the yard with his head down, looked at the three big bags left by the iron gate, lifted one of the bags and weighed it, and found that the weight was still within his tolerable range.

He didn't obediently follow Liao Muyang's words and go back to sit, he picked up the bag with both hands and hugged it in his arms before returning towards the door of the house.

While waiting for Liao Muyang to put away his things before coming out to pick up the rest, he only saw a head that was about to be submerged in a round plastic bag.

He looked at Lin Sheng and sighed helplessly. He took two or three steps with his long legs and arrived in front of Lin Sheng. He easily lifted the heavy shopping bag with one hand, and even took the remaining two bags along with him.

Lin Sheng looked at Liao Muyang's relaxed appearance carrying things, thought about his ridiculous steps just now, pinched his fingertips, turned around and locked the wide open iron door, and then went back to the house.

Waiting for him to walk to the door of the house, Liao Muyang also placed the big and small shopping bags, and was about to go out to lock the iron door, but bumped into the slow-paced Lin Sheng face to face.

Usually there is no one at home, and Liao Muyang is really not used to meeting someone when he turns around all of a sudden.

He raised his eyes to look at the firmly locked iron door, and then at Lin Sheng who was used to bowing his head in front of him, the itching of his hands could not be controlled after all.

The broad palm directly covered Lin Sheng's head, and he squeezed it indiscriminately.

Liao Muyang squinted his eyes, satisfied with the soft feel in his hand, until Lin Sheng's slightly long hair turned into a bird's nest shape, and then withdrew his hand with a bit of guilt.

He walked sideways past Lin Sheng and closed the door.

It's just that Lin Sheng still had that timid look, fixed at the door like a statue, as if he was a little at a loss because of Liao Muyang's sudden attack.

Liao Muyang had a certain understanding of Lin Sheng's character, knowing that he was sensitive and shy, and understood the situation in front of him. These movements, which are normal for ordinary people, should give him some time to react.

But out of humanitarian considerations, Brother Liao was really afraid that this silly boy would stand in a daze until his legs became numb, so he kindly and half-forcedly hugged Lin Sheng's back neck, and half pushed him to sit on him. dining table.

After waiting for the person to sit down obediently, he turned around and picked up the newly purchased large amount of stored food on the dining table.

Liao Muyang looked at the complete set of ingredients, and once again silently lamented the greatness of modern network technology in his heart.

He is used to the life of a lonely family. Apart from being dragged out to drink and have dinner by those friends, he just stays at home and draws manuscripts.

It is also because this habit is getting worse day by day, Liao Muyang feels more and more that shopping in the supermarket is really boring and troublesome by himself, and it is not as convenient and quick as placing an order with a mobile phone.

As for why I bought a batch of ingredients that couldn't be filled in the refrigerator, it was mainly the pot of porridge.

There is a ready-made private kitchen that suits his appetite, even if he can't think of selfishness.

Lin Sheng eased the inexplicably rising temperature on his cheeks, until the drumstick-like heartbeat calmed down, he had the energy to spare, and looked at the ingredients on the table in front of him.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but it looks a little complicated for him.

Liao Muyang opened the shopping bag and poured out the contents, each of which was arranged by category to fill the table that could accommodate ten people.

After all the things were freed from the shopping bags, he came back to notice Lin Sheng who was no longer hanging his head.

Those dark and wet eyes never seemed to hide their emotions, and the complexity in the eyes was completely captured by Liao Muyang.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with something?"

Lin Sheng listened to Liao Muyang's words, and immediately lowered his head slightly, returning to the appearance of that little quail.

This movement was only stable for a few seconds, and he remembered that he hadn't replied yet, so he hurriedly took out the mobile phone in his pocket, clicked on the memo and typed.

No, I was just thinking that you live alone, if you don't finish eating all these ingredients in time, it will go bad if you don't let it go.

Liao Muyang scanned the words on Lin Sheng's phone screen at a glance, pursed his lips, and said.

"Don't worry, my appetite is directly proportional to my body shape, not to mention there is a thing that you may come to borrow from time to time, it will be a matter of time."

Listening to Liao Muyang's words, Lin Sheng bit his lower lip subconsciously, his sensitive habit could not stop overflowing.

He withdrew his cell phone and turned to Liao Muyang, and quickly called again.

Sorry to bother you for the past two days, if there is any inconvenience because of me, please feel free to tell me...

It's just that before he finished typing this word, Liao Muyang glanced over and interrupted.

"If you are such an obedient child, what inconvenience can I have?"

"It's deserted to live alone, and there's nothing wrong with having more people and being more popular."

Liao Muyang's words were incomparably tactful, it would not let Lin Sheng's sensitive mind notice the slightest mistake, but it would also give Lin Sheng some peace of mind.

It's like a patient person who calms down a timid and timid cat in a new home little by little.

Lin Sheng listened to this reply, and sure enough, he slowly let go of his suddenly stiff back, and leaned lightly on the back of the chair.

The backrests of the tables and chairs are made of a thick layer of soft leather, which perfectly fits the person's back, which invisibly makes the atmosphere a little more relaxed.

Liao Muyang fiddled with several large bags of different types of quick-frozen food in his hand. Tangyuan, chaotic dumplings, dumplings, and small steamed buns were all available in a variety of flavors.

It is true that he did not eat less of these things at ordinary times. Liao Muyang looked at the various flavors, picked left and right, and still did not choose which package to unpack, so he simply threw the problem to Lin Sheng.

"You choose which one you like to eat, and I'll take it apart and cook it."

Lin Sheng straightened up immediately after hearing the words that came into his ears, following the words, he looked at the quick-frozen food that Liao Muyang said seriously.

Slightly drooping eyes looked at the erratic food in the big bag, and the look of uncertainty seemed to be more serious than that of Liao Muyang.

There was never any convenient and fast food in Lin Sheng's house, as if Lin Shuping deliberately made things difficult.

Every dinner to be prepared must be steaming hot, fresh and delicious, neither heavy nor bland.

And Lin Shuping's definition of salty and mild taste mostly depends on the mood of the day.

It's too salty, let's say that Lin Sheng wanted to cause him to die prematurely from cardiovascular disease.

To put it lightly, let's say that Lin Sheng pretended to be pitiful that his family couldn't even afford seasonings for anyone to see.

In such a ten-year-long day, Lin Sheng's cooking skills can't be said to be superb, but they surpass many small restaurants outside, and even have his unique refreshment.

But right and wrong are always wrong. Lin Sheng carefully hopes that Lin Shuping will be in a better mood today when he cooks every day. Fist and kick.

Or maybe one day Lin Shuping will be in a good mood, allowing him to sit at the dining table and eat a meal that is not so cold that the fat is slightly solidified.

Seeing that Lin Sheng didn't reply for a long time, Liao Muyang shifted his gaze from the pile of packing bags to Lin Sheng, and spoke again.

"No one you like?"

Lin Sheng's subconscious body reaction came faster than anything else. First, he shook his hand a few times with full energy towards Liao Muyang, and then he pinched the phone and typed quickly.

Liao Muyang looked at the scene in front of him and didn't say anything, but waited patiently for Lin Sheng's reply.

After Lin Sheng typed a long series of words, he raised his mobile phone and met Liao Muyang's gaze steadily.

No, it’s just that quick-frozen food is not good for your health if you eat it for a long time. I used the refrigerator once and saw expired quick-frozen dumplings in it. I thought it should be left over from you.

I can cook, and you bought a lot of vegetables, if you don't mind, I can cook for you.

Liao Muyang looked at the screen of the mobile phone in front of him and quickly finished reading the above words, then turned his head to the side and raised his eyebrows, his complexion was a little weird, he stared straight at Lin Sheng, and Lin Sheng looked at Lin Sheng with bright black eyes. The eyes cannot be lowered.

Before Liao Muyang could open his mouth, the phone was quickly squeezed back into his hand, followed by subtle clicking sounds.

Sorry, I shouldn't ask more about your personal habits, but you should eat less frozen food, it's really not good for your health.