The neighbor is a yin and yang eye

"Are there any other styles?" He took the slippers and asked, "Will this kind cut off your feet?"

An Sheng shrugged, pointed inside, "You can choose by yourself."

Holding the pair of slippers, Jiang Yingyu walked to the side of the shelves and looked at them row by row.

"Where? There's food here."

An Sheng clicked his tongue, walked directly to the shelf dedicated to daily necessities, and knocked, "Here, are you illiterate?"

Jiang Yingyu glanced at him, pushed him away and began to choose slippers.

An Sheng just looked at Jiang Yingyu and didn't touch him, obviously there was nothing he wanted here.

Cotton slippers, sandals, women's, men's, and children's, but there is no one he wants.

"You can just tell me what kind, I'll see if I can find it." An Sheng put his hands on his chest, "If you really can't find it, you can just wear it and go to the street to look for it on the weekend, okay?" .”

After hanging up the slippers, Jiang Yingyu raised his head to look at An Sheng and said, "I suddenly feel that your pair is also pretty good."

"Ah?" An Sheng was taken aback.

An Sheng did have a pair of slippers that were similar in style to his, but in a different color. They happened to be seen when he woke up that day, and he even compared them.

"I wore it." An Sheng said expressionlessly.

Jiang Yingyu replied, "It's not underwear, you can wear it after washing."

"Fuck, you wash it before you wear it..." An Sheng took him upstairs and brought out the shoes for him, "My quality may not be as good as yours, fake ones."

Taking the slippers that An Sheng brought over, Jiang Yingyu took a few glances. If it comes to cleanliness, An Sheng might be the only one he doesn't dislike.

Jiang Yingyu said with a smile, "Isn't my good quality also gone with one kick?"

"Tsk, you said I stepped on it, so your foot must have been kicked." An Sheng said.

The lie was exposed, Jiang Yingyu paused, put down the shoes, and simply sat down on the bed.

Anyway, just rolled around on the ground.

An Sheng asked him, "I cook noodles, would you like some?"

"Instant noodles again?" Jiang Yingyu laughed at him, "Instant noodles are instant noodles, and they say boiled noodles, can it be the same?"

An Sheng leaned on the door frame and looked at him, "Stop talking nonsense, eat or not, I'm hungry anyway."

Every time after the exam, An Sheng felt as if he had written everything in his stomach, every stroke wasted energy.

Jiang Yingyu got up and patted his clothes, "Come on, let me come, you can eat your side."

An Sheng was stunned for a while, Jiang Yingyu had already gone downstairs, and he remembered the ashes that Jiang Yingyu had just photographed.

Hold!A bitch...

There are onions, ginger, garlic, tomatoes...

After a general glance in the kitchen, Jiang Yingyu had an idea in his mind, and took down the cutting board and knife, and at this moment An Sheng also came in.

"Well, wash that side dish," Jiang Yingyu said after washing the green onion, "Can you wash it?"

An Sheng smiled. Seeing Jiang Yingyu's fight, those who didn't know thought he was going to have a full banquet.

"Are you cooking noodles? Do you need to wash vegetables?" Rolling up his sleeves, An Sheng picked up the water in a basin, "I'm going to say I don't know how to do it?"

While cutting with a knife, Jiang Yingyu said, "Then what else can you do?"

"Know how to eat!" An Sheng said cheerfully.

"..." After chopping the green onions and dividing them into two large bowls, he asked, "Do you eat ginger or something? Is there anything you don't want to eat?"

What not to eat, An Sheng thought about it, and before he said it, Jiang Yingyu said it for him.

"There should be nothing you don't eat."

The co-authors are calling him a pig who will eat anything, isn't that calling him a curse!

An Sheng opened his mouth for a long time and didn't say anything.

"By the way, go get another ham sausage," Jiang Yingyu saw that An Sheng had also washed the dishes, "Don't be the thin one, but the short and thick one, that tastes better."

Short and thick?

An Sheng looked at Jiang Yingyu with his head tilted, and it took him a long time to realize that he couldn't breathe out of laughter immediately.

"What the hell are you thinking! Hooligan!" Jiang Yingyu laughed so hard that he couldn't even operate the knife.

An Sheng waved his hand, clutched his stomach and smiled while going to get the sausage.

After everything was done, Jiang Yingyu started to boil the water.

"Where is your lard?" Seeing that the water was almost boiling, he was about to start making soup.

An Sheng brought him the lard, and stood by to watch him make it, and looked at Jiang Yingyu's neat posture of chopping vegetables, thinking that this meal must be delicious.

Sure enough, after the noodles were served, the smell wafted all over the room, and An Sheng couldn't help stirring them a few times with his chopsticks.

"Hey! If you think it's not enough, you can add chili peppers yourself. I didn't dare to put more," Jiang Yingyu pushed the chili jar over and started to eat it himself.

"Oh, okay," An Sheng added some more before he started eating.

One word, fragrant!

Two words, really fragrant!

An Sheng buried his head and only focused on eating, making a lot of noise, Jiang Yingyu couldn't help laughing seeing him like this.

"Small man, you know that Uncle Jiang is amazing!" Jiang Yingyu said.

But An Sheng didn't have time to return to him, he just nodded slightly.

After eating the noodles, An Sheng patted his stomach and burped contentedly, and sat on the back chair as if he didn't want to move.

"How about it, it's okay," Jiang Yingyu wiped his mouth, "This is still uncle, I'm just doing it a little bit, not for frying."

An Sheng suddenly sighed, very resentful.

"I've always wanted to find such a daughter-in-law who can cook. It's a pity that you are a man, otherwise you wouldn't be able to get out of this door today, hiccup..."

"Tsk," Jiang Yingyu glanced at him, "It's this age, you still want to find a girl who can cook, don't you think so, girls nowadays are waiting for others to cook for her, not many will do."

Especially one day chattering, buying this and that, not knowing how to do anything, and making a fuss.

An Sheng nodded, "That's right, then you're in high demand, and you said that no girls are chasing after you. If they know you still have this hand, they might knock down the threshold of your family."

"I'm really envious, jealous, and helpless." An Sheng hiccupped again after speaking.

Jiang Yingyu smiled, "Fuck, few people can eat the things I make, and ordinary people really don't have that kind of blessing."

"So, I still picked it up, right?" An Sheng hiccupped and said with a smile, "Okay."

"So, if you eat my noodles, you are mine," Jiang Yingyu joked with him, but the other side kept hiccupping.

"I can, hiccup...fuck you, sir!" An Sheng pointed to the cup on the table, "hiccup...water..."

Jiang Yingyu got up to fetch water for him and handed it over, scolding with a smile, "Fuck, why are you so anxious to eat?"

Live it!

After drinking water, An Sheng felt a little better, but hiccups were still beeping non-stop. Jiang Yingyu greeted him, went upstairs to get his shoes, and said with his schoolbag on his back.

"How much are your shoes, I'll transfer them to you later."

An Sheng frowned, his shoes are actually a bit expensive, they are not from their supermarket.

If you collect money, the shoes are worn by yourself, and you don't have the face to accept money from others.

Thinking of this, he said, "Hi..."

Seeing him like this, Jiang Yingyu directly raised his hand to stop An Sheng's desire to speak, "Okay, I understand, I don't want money, right? Then I'll go back first, sir, bye."

……

Seeing that the person had disappeared, An Sheng was stunned.

He wanted to know how Jiang Yingyu heard from that hiccup that he didn't take money.

Back home, Jiang Yingyu put the slippers in the yard, greeted the old lady first before going upstairs, changed his clothes and came down, he brushed the slippers twice before putting them on.

"Well...it fits well." Neither too big nor too small, and a little softer than the previous pair, quite comfortable.

The old lady came out with water and saw that he was trying on shoes, and asked him, "Isn't that boy An Sheng's?"

Isn't An Sheng very fond of his shoes?

Jiang Yingyu smiled back at her, "An Sheng gave it to me. My pair is broken. I didn't see the right one, so I'll wear his pair first."

Well, comfortable.

Jiang Yingyu looked at the flip flops, they were quite new, and the more he looked at them, the more he was satisfied.

After a while, he found that there seemed to be something wrong in the yard today.

He couldn't tell what was wrong, but it just felt wrong.

"Grandma, don't you think that the yard today," Jiang Yingyu said, "is too-quiet."

right!It's just too quiet. In the past, he could hear the sound of rattling or chicken crowing when he came back. Today, there is nothing, and he is a little uncomfortable.

"Grandma sold all the chickens and ducks," said the old lady, "I can't keep them anymore, they are too edible."

"..." Jiang Yingyu saw that the old lady didn't speak, and a feeling that he couldn't describe slowly welled up in his heart, a little swollen.

The old lady lied to him, she couldn't have sold them because she disliked them being too edible.

Have you ever complained that your home is too dirty?

he thinks.

"I..." He wanted to say something, but he could only say, "I'm sorry."

He really caused a lot of trouble for the old lady.

The old lady smiled and touched his hand with her free hand, "Silly boy."

After going upstairs, Jiang Yingyu was still immersed in that inexplicable emotion, he looked at himself in the mirror, the person inside looked weak, his eyes were staring at him tiredly, his thin lips were tight She pursed her lips tightly, with a high bridge of nose, eyebrows that were neither thick nor thin...

He reached out and touched the scar at the end of his left eyebrow. It was the Chinese New Year when he was a child, Jiang Yinglang accidentally blew it up when he was playing with cannons.

This scar is actually not very obvious, but if you look carefully, you can see it. He doesn't know how to cover it up with eyebrows. According to Xing Ke, a man can be called a man without a scar on his body?

Putting the mirror on the table, Jiang Yingyu took a look outside, it was still bright, and he could see the orange light of the setting sun.

I have a headache for my English test tomorrow morning.

Jiang Yingyu opened the book and wanted to take a look, but felt that he couldn't read it anyway, so he simply stopped reading.

He thought, sometimes, the more you look at it, the more you can't remember it.

After sitting for a while, the old lady asked him to eat. Although he had already eaten, he couldn't bear the old lady to be alone, so he ate with his stomach.

When going upstairs again, Jiang Yingyu felt very uncomfortable and couldn't bear it.

Have to digest food.

He walked slowly in the house, and before he had walked around twice, An Sheng sent him a message.

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