This operation is familiar

Early the next morning, Song Weisheng woke up from his sleep.

He dreamed that Jiang Yiyao grabbed him by the collar all night and asked him why he helped Qiao Cheng hide his amnesia.

Song Weisheng was speechless in his dream, and finally bounced off the bed when he was almost strangled to death by his collar.

He hurriedly glanced at the pillow next to him, and found that Jiang Yiyao had already woken up and was not lying on the bed.

The picture in the dream became blurred as the heartbeat gradually calmed down. Song Weisheng calmed down for a while, stepped on his slippers and went out, looking for Jiang Yiyao.

He thought Jiang Yiyao had gone out to buy breakfast again, but when he walked to the door of the kitchen, he heard the sound of the smoking machine, and saw Jiang Yiyao was making breakfast with his back on him wearing an apron.

The dark blue apron should be newly bought, and there is still a label hanging on the skirt in the lower right corner. There are various condiments on the table, as well as green and fresh vegetables and a small bag of ribs.

Song Weisheng was completely stunned looking at the picture in front of him. If he ignored the layout of the surrounding environment, he would even think that at this moment, he and Jiang Yiyao had returned to the Jingyuan Mansion together.

He didn't make a sound, just stood at the door of the kitchen and watched Jiang Yiyao's back quietly. It wasn't until Jiang Yiyao turned back with the breakfast he had just made that he said slowly, "Captain, good morning."

Jiang Yiyao accurately caught the panic flashing in his eyes, slightly hooked the corner of his mouth and said, "Have you washed?"

Song Weisheng held his head full of fangs and claws and said, "Not yet, I'm going to wash it now."

After a brief wash, a delicious breakfast was served on the table.

Jiang Yiyao toasted a few slices of toast, heated up the milk, made a golden scrambled egg, and put a few slices of bacon beside the scrambled egg.This breakfast looks very simple, and even someone who has never been in the kitchen can cook it. In addition, Jiang Yiyao also fried a dish, which is a little more difficult than scrambled eggs, and it is not suitable for breakfast on the dining table.Song Weisheng didn't think too much, and took the initiative to taste the taste of the dish. The taste was as delicious as ever, which was in line with Jiang Yiyao's usual standard.

"Aren't you curious why I can cook?"

"Ah?" Song Weisheng was enjoying his toast, and almost bit his tongue when he heard Jiang Yiyao's question.He almost forgot that Jiang Yiyao always eats takeaway in the club, even if he monopolizes the small kitchen, he still uses it to cook instant noodles.Normal people would definitely exclaim if they saw him suddenly stir-fry such a delicious dish.Even if you don't exclaim, you will ask questions like "How do you know how to cook?"

The soft toast instantly became unpalatable, Song Weisheng quickly took a sip of hot milk and smoothed it down, and made up for it lamely, "I didn't expect the captain to cook?"

Jiang Yiyao picked up a piece of scrambled egg and put it in his mouth. Looking at Song Weisheng's dodging eyes, he said with a smile, "I know a little bit, but I seldom cook."

Seeing that there were steps in the conversation, Song Weisheng quickly walked down the steps, "Then why didn't the captain do it himself when he was in the club?"

Jiang Yiyao said: "Be lazy. And I cook such delicious food, I make the training room smelly all day long, which greatly affects your training."

Song Wei laughed aloud, thinking that this is true, if Jiang Yiyao really cooks in the small kitchen every day, Tangyuan will be the first to resist.

The episode of cooking passed quickly. Song Weisheng finished his breakfast in peace, and followed Jiang Yiyao to the kitchen to wash the dishes. There were not many dishes for the two of them. Song Weisheng rushed to work, but Jiang Yiyao did not fight with him , standing aside and listening to the sound of "crashing" water, asked: "That one sneezed, does it really look like me?"

With a "click", the plate covered with dish soap fell into the sink along Song Weisheng's hand, but fortunately it didn't break, and it became completely new under the washing of clean water.

Song Weisheng picked up the plate as calmly as possible, and said with the lines prepared yesterday: "It's really similar, and I don't blame Brother Xiao for admitting the wrong person. Even when I saw you for the first time, I also mistook you."

Jiang Yiyao looked at his slightly lowered eyes and asked, "Then how did you know each other? I heard you say last time that he lives in your house?"

Song Weisheng nodded, "We are roommates. He rented my house at that time and lived with me for a month."

Jiang Yiyao asked, "Only lived there for a month?"

"Yeah, although it's only a short month, we get along very well."

Thinking of the time when Jiang Yiyao lived at home, Song Weisheng's nervous mood became more relaxed. While washing the dishes, he told Jiang Yiyao about the interesting things they had experienced, "My family lives in a rare high-rise in the old city. The elevator is often broken, two or three times a month is a common thing. But I don’t know what happened that month, he just moved in two weeks and it broke five times, and every time I went downstairs with him It's bad! I don't know if it's his bad luck or my bad luck."

"If he didn't walk in front and hold my hand every time I climbed the stairs, I wouldn't be able to climb up at all. I would rather squat downstairs to feed the mosquitoes, and wait for the maintenance master to fix the elevator before going upstairs. By the way, there are One particularly funny one."

Song Weisheng put down the plate in his hand and looked at Jiang Yiyao with a smile: "The two of us went downstairs to buy watermelon that day, and finally bought a good-looking iced watermelon at the fruit supermarket. We wanted to go home and cut half of each person. When I walked to the gate of the community, I heard the bad news that the elevator was broken. If it was morning or night, maybe I could wait downstairs. It happened to hit the highest temperature at 10 o'clock in the afternoon that day, and you also know that Nanfeng City has a summer It's so hot, people will dry out after standing outside for half an hour, so the two of us thought about it and decided to grit our teeth and climb the stairs. But it was too hot that day, and I couldn't climb up to the [-]th floor. Even if he is holding the watermelon and dragging me, I can't take a step."

Song Weisheng smiled embarrassedly: "He is also a gamer, and I don't know how his physical strength is so good."

Jiang Yiyao asked: "And then?"

"Then he didn't leave, just sat next to me and let me hold the watermelon. At first I thought he let me hold the ice watermelon to relieve the heat, but I didn't expect him to take it from the pocket of the shorts. A plastic bag came out, and there were two spoons and a fruit knife in the plastic bag!" Song Weisheng became excited when he said this, "That should be the most delicious watermelon I have ever eaten in my life .I've never seen him so thoughtful, he's really good."

Listening to what he said, Jiang Yiyao also laughed when he watched him happily gesturing to him about how the two of them cut watermelons in the corridor.

Sure enough, he guessed right, Song Weisheng must have had different feelings for the sneeze.

Maybe even Song Weisheng didn't realize this feeling, but it just slowly fermented in the relationship between the two.

Jiang Yiyao thought of the note he saw last night, and also remembered the discomfort of Qiao Cheng and Bai Zong after his operation, and made some reasonable guesses.

If he guessed correctly, he might have just sneezed.

If Song Weisheng sneezes like him, does that mean that he likes him too?

Jiang Yiyao calmed down for a few seconds, and the corners of his mouth turned up sharply.

No, a sneeze is a sneeze, he is him.

He has no memory of sneezing at all. Although the things Song Weisheng said are somewhat familiar in his mind, he cannot clearly recall them.

He wasn't sure if his lost memories could ever be recovered.

If not, then this so-called sneeze is still his worst enemy!