He gave me a rabbit

Lao Yu likes spicy food, and the spicy pot base is not enough, so he specially mixed sesame oil with mashed garlic, and another small bowl is chopped fresh chili, red skin and yellow seeds.

The brass pot was bubbling, and the red oil was bubbling finely. The pepper and star anise rolled in it, soaking up a layer of shiny oil. Empty bowl, after a while, the bottom of the pot will be even hotter.

Guan Wenjiu eats spicy food, but eat less, unlike Lao Yu Tiansheng, one-third is made of chili peppers, and he has to eat spicy food once a week. , I don't know what will happen to the growing second daughter.

Here Guan Wenjiu waited slowly for the duck blood to be put in, while Lao Yu rolled a few slices of beef over there, praising the tenderness with his mouth full, ready to order another plate.

"It's just you, you eat like a scholar, it's a good thing you didn't starve to death during military training."

Lao Yu was referring to the fact that when the freshmen had lunch at noon, the mud monkeys swarmed up, and the meal was like the lover in a dream. This hormonal energy was all about calculating how to use the least effort and the most precise route to arrive first. canteen.The three of them rushed forward in the dormitory, thinking about the team spirit, whoever rushed to the first place was the first, finally arrived at the window, lined up and looked back-hey!Why didn't the fourth child follow up?

The eldest asked the second: "Where is the man?"

The second child said: "How do I know how to pinch!"

"It's not that you didn't see anyone standing next to you!"

The second child puffed out his chest: "I don't know who's who if they all dress the same!"

"Hey!" The boss stared dryly, and the second child also stared dryly.

The third child——is Lao Yu, who snatched the meal back when they were arguing. There are four standard dishes, braised pork in brown sauce, white rice, and braised eggplant in oil.

I found Guan Wenjiu, who already occupied four seats. He was more decent than anyone else, and his face was very clean. Compared with the three people on the opposite side, one sweaty in the east and the other sweaty in the west, they painted a clear distinction between the Chu River and the Han Dynasty on their faces.

When the duck blood is cooked, Guan Wenjiu's dishes are waiting for the oil, dipped in sesame oil, just like a mouthful of rice and vegetables at that time. Only when you bite hard can you have a taste.

Guan Wenjiu also got a burnt belly, and then soaked it in sesame oil. It is the same as painting, and every side is moistened, "What? I remember that you are not on duty today, and you are not in a hurry to go home to see your wife. child?"

Lao Yu put down his chopsticks, he was a little preoccupied when he said that, and sighed a little. Guan Wenjiu heard the meaning of the headband in that tone, and put down his chopsticks too, wiped his hands with a wet tissue, and listened attentively.

Lao Yu was brewing some emotions, but the emotions were still unfermented soy sauce, and he couldn't hold back a word, so he said dryly, "Hey, I'm back to my mother's house."

Guan Wenjiu gave him two choices: "Do you feel that you are lonely in the deep boudoir, so you find someone to pass the time and I was chosen by you unfortunately, or is it because of your contribution that your wife returned to her mother's house, so that you are now wandering whether to go to the old man?" Are they coaxing their wives or are they holding back and just fooling around like this?"

Older than choose two.

Guan Wenjiu understood: "Choosing phobia means being cured, and going home with you after your anger subsides, or adding fuel to the flames. No matter what, you have to die first."

"Why do you have to die once!" Old Yu was dissatisfied.

The second wave of duck blood boiled, and the mist soared upwards. Guan Wenjiu reminded Lao Yu that his dishes were cooked. Lao Yu picked up the cooked lettuce with his chopsticks, and put another wave of vegetables into the pot. Something is cooking.

"She thinks I'm busy with work, sometimes I can't find anyone, and she can't bear it with two children at home... Alas--I know it too, so I try to help when I'm resting, she said I don't have that at all. Isn't doing things nonsense?"

Lao Yu poked at the meat in dissatisfaction. He ate it in one bite without dipping it in sesame oil. He bit it quickly, and it soon crumbled, and he swallowed it in his stomach.

Guan Wenjiu looked carefully at the red oil turned out of the pot for a while, and a little splashed on the table, and it didn't take long before it formed oil spots and turned white.

"I remember the first time you quarreled with her. You cried for a long time in the dormitory, and it was useless to persuade anyone."

Lao Yu took a sip of beer in embarrassment, and his face turned red. It was embarrassing to say that at that time, he cried a lot because of a trivial matter. The big grievances were as heavy as the sky, so he couldn't pass that hurdle. Sad, "What do you say about this matter, I also know what I was like at that time, thinking about it now, it's not a big deal."

"Pour you a glass?" Guan Wenjiu shook his head while Lao Yu was holding the wine bottle, "Oh, I remember, you have to drive. Then I'll drink it myself."

Lao Yu gave himself a full glass, the bottom was orange liquid with white froth on top, he took a sip containing the foam and liquid, the liquid was refreshing to disperse the foam, and the liquid that had passed through the ice was poured into his stomach for a while. Cold shrinkage, this has a cool effect.

"How nice of you to be alone. I wish I was alone at the time."

Old Yu stared blankly at the boiling pot, the water dissipated and turned into mist, and there was a circle of condensed water level inside the pot. The waiter came over to add broth, poured out the splashing pot, and slowly poured it into the liquid, Open carefully.

"It's good that you walked with her for such a long time, and it's something that others can't envy."

"Are you envious too?" Old Yu asked casually, Guan Wenjiu glanced at him and said, "Who doesn't have a first love?"

"You're so calm..."

Old Yu sighed, "I'm just complaining too. It's probably a mid-life crisis..."

He has a sensitive mind, both of them are wronged, and there is an awkward situation, and his thoughts like to magnify infinitely, which will give birth to many awkward and sad thoughts, which cannot be avoided. Heartbroken, even the counselor was alarmed. I really thought that what happened to this strong young man made him suffer so much. Even this year, some people in this class still make fun of Old Yu about it, and they never tire of saying it. Yes, there is no one as sensitive as him.

This will realize that he always feels that his lover is going to leave him, and the pressure is doubled, which is why he has been elusive so far.

Lao Yu imagined a crisis, trying to make Guan Wenjiu understand him, and asked again: "You will have a lover in the future, who will be like me, so busy, what should you do?"

"Probably we have to get additional compensation from other places."

"You see, you think so too."

Guan Wenjiu taught Kuimu earnestly: "Old Yu, I don't know if what I said is right or not, I can only rely on my understanding over the years. You have said this before, but this time she took a more serious approach." Strict measures make you nervous. When you are nervous, you like to think about it. It is nothing more than fear, fear of the other party, and fear that if you can't handle it well, this matter will not be undone, but... you don't make the other party nervous? Maybe this You will be thinking about it even at home, maybe it is the same as you, thinking that the other party is leaving. You think she has done this, and you are still sad here, and you don’t come to coax her."

After finishing speaking, Lao Yu was stunned for a moment, then filled the fireworks, and immediately looked at Guan Wenjiu with the expression of a reborn parent, and said: "Good guy! Seeing that you have never been in love, I didn't expect you to say that." You are right!"

"Are you stupid or not?"

Lao Yu greeted him and continued to put the meat, so he admitted that he was stupid today, and said with a silly smile that I was stupid, I was stupid.

"But--" Slapping his head, Lao Yu, who had forgotten everything and was misled by Guan Wenjiu's words, finally remembered the purpose of tonight's visit, and hurriedly asked before he remembered, "I have something else to ask." ask."

Guan Wenjiu was too lazy to look at him, so Old Yu said to himself, "Why did your profile picture change?"

Waiting for Guan Wenjiu to finish the hot beef on the plate, Lao Yu urged: "You really don't want to talk to brother?"

Guan Wenjiu looked at him: "Not a long memory? What did I say before?"

Lao Yu touched his face, then his nose, and stopped talking.

At the checkout, one person at the cashier gave a bag of gingerbread men, packed in a transparent bag and tied with red thread, and Lao Yu said he would give it to his son later.

"I'll give you this too."

Lao Yu shook his head and said, "Okay, you can keep it for yourself or give it to others."

Guan Wenjiu glanced at the gingerbread man's small eyes and scarf, and put them in his pocket.

Lao Yu accompanied him to pick up the car. On the way, he passed someone carrying a basket of apples. On Valentine’s Day, the basket contained roses. On Christmas Eve, the roses turned into edible apples. Yes, the packaging is bright and bright, anyone who looks at it will buy one.

Lao Yu also spent money to buy one, picked and picked, picked the roundest and most weighty one, and wanted to bring it to the two children. After thinking about it, he bought the basket together, carrying a basket of apples .

"You pick up your family like this?"

"It's too late to buy expensive things. At least these are edible and have great uses."

"Okay." Guan Wenjiu shook his head.

Before leaving, Lao Yu was so moved that he took out an apple from the basket, the roundest one, in a rose red package, tied with a bow, "It's hard for you, brother, to come out with me in such a cold day, after listening to me for so long, husband and wife It's not easy for a single dog!"

He patted on the shoulder several times, Lao Yu wanted to let him know his deep gratitude, just like giving an apple, he gave Guan Wenjiu the biggest and heaviest one.

Guan Wenjiu narrowed his eyes, lifted Lao Yu's fingers away, "Get lost."

Lao Yu quickly jumped out one meter away, and when Guan Wenjiu drove past him, Lao Yu waved his hand graciously, until the rearview mirror still reflected the smaller and smaller shadow of the idiot.

While waiting for the red light, Guan Wenjiu took out the gingerbread man in his pocket. This gingerbread man had a big red mouth and small eyes. The pie man made a red hat with solidified round white chocolate at the tip.

At this moment, the phone rang, and Ruan Bi wished him a happy Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve is always more expected than Christmas. He also provided a picture, set up a table in the store, and made a living in the middle of an induction cooker. A pair of claws that shined into Da Fang, no one noticed, these claws were reaching for the frozen meatballs.

Da Ya knocked over the plate just now!The whole house is looking for beef balls!Ruan Bi made an angry expression.

Did you punish it to stand?

Ruan Bi returned quickly, saying that he was taken to the door by the store manager to guard the door.

Guan Wenjiu chuckled and asked him, are you still in the shop?

That's right, it's busy today, Xiao Liang and the owner of the porridge shop are here, and even the shop has left work early in order to eat, they are all human, there are many couples, they are blind!The brightest ones are the store manager and her boyfriend!

After Ruan Bi sent the message, he immediately sent another one, asking Guan Wenjiu, are you still working in the hospital?

Guan Wenjiu parked the car at a parking spot on the side of the road, and then replied that he was driving just now.

Then drive well, I won't tell you anymore.

In the next few minutes, Guan Wenjiu didn't hear from Ruan Bi again.

He rubbed the screen of the phone, holding it warmly, even the voice keys were a little hot, a little hot, and when Ruan Bi asked him about Mr. Guan, Guan Wenjiu wiped the sweat from his palms on his pants.

"Well—I want to ask, can I come over later?"

(I always write some other things about the scattered plots I wrote, and there will be more later, I can’t change it ε=(′ο*))))