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Hearing the rustling sound downstairs, Qin Dong woke up suddenly.He fastened the belt of his pajamas and quietly opened the door.

Qin Dong walked lightly to the edge of the stairs and looked down.

In the next second, Qin Dong already knew what was going on.

Capitalized dumbfounding!

The lights in the downstairs kitchen were on, and the air was filled with the smell of snail noodles.

Qin Dong quietly walked downstairs, and sure enough, Zheng Jian was cooking noodles happily.

Dangling while cooking the powder, it seems to be in a very happy mood.

"Zheng Jian! How dare you eat!" Qin Dong shouted.

There was a thunder on the ground!The chopsticks in Zheng Jian's hand were scared away.

"Actor, good evening, I haven't slept..." Zheng Jian looked back at the angry actor, trying to find a way to comfort him.

Every brain cell in the brain that can go to A University is mobilized, and I want to speak quickly.

"It just so happens that you're up and hungry too. The snail noodles will be ready soon, so I don't have to go upstairs to call you." Zheng Jian suddenly remembered that he had cooked two packs of snail noodles. The decision just now was really wise.

Like yourself!With Qin Dong's expression just now, Zheng Jian almost put some wax on himself.

Under Qin Dong's gaze, Zheng Jian brought up two bowls of snail powder in a doggy manner.

"Film Emperor, try it, Yuanyang City has a very unique way of cooking noodles."

Qin Dong thought to himself, obviously you are the film king, the little thing cooked two bowls for himself just now.

But if you don't tell the truth, what can you do! If you lead him into the house yourself, just accept it.

Qin Dong glanced at the snail noodles on the dining table.

Red base soup, white and sour bamboo shoots, served with crunchy bean curd sticks......

I want to eat it!In fact, he really likes to eat snail noodles, but the taste is too strong, which can easily affect his image.

The last time I ate snail noodles was the day when Lei Zheng went to visit the class.

Following his instinct, Qin Dong sat at the dining table, picked up his chopsticks, and prepared to kill the snail noodles.

Seeing Qin Dong's actions, Zheng Jian had a good time, and quietly prepared to finish his bowl.

What kind of friendship is this when two single, grown men are dating in the middle of the night?

No, what kind of love is this?

Qin Dong ate the snail noodles as quickly as possible, but after thinking about it, he felt that he had to educate Zheng Jian.

Zheng Jian had a question mark on his face.You just finished eating the snail noodles I cooked, and you turned your head and started talking about me?Use a common saying to pick up the bowl to eat meat, put down the chopsticks and scold your mother.This is not good!

Gouzi has a little mood, is not happy, and the snail noodles are not fragrant.

With Zheng Jian humming and chirping, Qin Dong also knew that he was a bit over the top just now.Anyway, I just ate something cooked by Zheng Jian.

"Go upstairs to sleep after eating, and you are not allowed to come down this time."

"Oh..." Zheng Jian swallowed the last mouthful of noodles and ate the snails at the bottom of the bowl.

Uh, not full.Forget it, I can't eat any more.If he eats again, it is estimated that Qin Dong will be able to dismember him.

Some people have the biggest brains and some have the biggest stomachs.Zheng Jian seems to be able to do both.

Just as Zheng Jiang put down the bowl, Qin Dong had already washed the bowls of the two of them and put them back.After all, the taste of sour bamboo shoots is relatively strong. If you don't clean up, the house will smell like "shit" tomorrow morning.

Zheng Jian waited obediently for Qin Dong to clean up, and the two walked upstairs together.

When he reached the master bedroom, Qin Dong suddenly said, "Go in!"

Zheng Jian had a question mark on his face, isn't this the master bedroom?This is Qin Dong's room, not a guest bedroom.

"In order to prevent you from stealing food again at night, I have to watch you." Qin Dong said confidently.

Zheng Jian retorted without confidence, "I'm full."

"Do you think I will believe it?" Qin Dong laughed. He saw Zheng Jian's small eyes when he put down his chopsticks just now. He must not be full.

Qin Dong pushed Zheng Jian into the room, "I don't want to send you to the hospital in the early morning."

"Then I'll go back to the guest room to get the quilt." Zheng Jian said with a guilty conscience.

Qin Dong was noncommittal, he went back to the bathroom and brushed his teeth again, otherwise the smell of snail noodles would affect the quality of sleep.

When he came back, Zheng Jian just carried the "luggage roll" and moved to the actor's site.

Zheng Jian pushed Qin Dong's quilt inward, and spread the white quilt of the guest room on it.

The actor's quilt is dark gray, and now only half of the bed belongs to it.

Under the dim light, one black and one white, the two are clearly distinct, but they match so well.

Zheng Jian burrowed into bed, took out his phone and played.

"Qin Dong, add me to Lian Fei." Zheng Jian's phone is fully charged and can be turned on.

"Lian Fei?" Qin Dong paused, "The one sitting in the Maybach today?"

"That's right, let me take a look at his circle of friends first." Zheng Jian was eager to feast his eyes.

Qin Dong thought to himself that a dog can't change eating shit.

"Look, it's too late today, don't disturb the other party's rest." Qin Dong lifted the quilt and lay back.Suddenly there was another person next to him, and Qin Dong felt a little uncomfortable.

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Small Theater: Variety Interview

Host: actor, what is your favorite food?

Qin Dong: Well... I like a lot.But what I like the most is the things he makes with his own hands. (A great advantage of Chinese is that he and she sound the same.)

Moderator: Oh?What is he good at?

Qin Dong: All kinds of fast food and half-fast food.

Host: ..., actor, you don't play cards according to routines, and you don't talk about martial arts.

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