The first mascot of the special department

chapter30

Jiang Yuan took out his phone to divert his attention.He has been in a coma for the past few days, and he hasn't responded to the messages on WeChat. There are many people who are concerned about his condition. He replied one by one, and soon jumped out of the new message.

"Brother Yuan, are you free tomorrow?" Zhou Rui asked.

Jiang Yuan thought for a while, Shuo Bei only said that he would come over tomorrow, but he didn't say anything, he should be free, so he gave an affirmative answer.

"Me, Lao Qiu, Brother Fan, and Sister Qin and Sister Ting are hanging out outside, and we are discussing going to the hospital to see you tomorrow. It just so happens that you have been discharged from the hospital and returned home. Do you mind if we come over tomorrow?"

"We fished several buckets of crayfish yesterday afternoon, and we almost finished vomiting the sand today, so we can get them to eat tomorrow!"

"Sister Qin also said that she would make some soup for you to replenish your vitality."

Zhou Rui sent three voice messages in a row. The voices were mixed with the sound of the rain and the noise of the food stalls, and they sounded warm and warm.Jiang Yuan blinked, not wanting to refuse for a moment.

Anyway, if you come alone, you come with a group of people. There are more people, and it will be more lively. Besides, Shuobei will come early in the morning. Zhou Rui and the others should sleep in. The time of arrival is likely to be in the afternoon, so they should not meet.Thinking of this, Jiang Yuan asked: "When are you coming?"

"It must be after noon. It's the weekend. I want to sleep late." Zhou Rui replied.

Perfectly in line with expectations, Jiang Yuan happily threw an OK emoji over.

"Shall I prepare something?" Jiang Yuan asked again.

Zhou Rui: "Tell us your address."

Jiang Yuan sent a location and reported the house number.

"Can you play board games?" Zhou Rui asked.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier, and the warm yellow light in the bedroom was pouring from top to bottom. Jiang Yuan changed his posture and lay on the bed, with the pillow under his belly, holding the phone with both hands.He thought, Werewolf Killer, Monopoly, Who Is Undercover, and Uno have all played before, so he said: "Basically all of them."

The other side replied quickly: "National people of all ages also know the board game Mahjong?"

? ? ?Mahjong can also be classified as a board game?

Jiang Yuan was surprised by such a classification, but speaking of it... it seems to be true?

He immediately started typing: "Isn't it the permutation and combination of 3*AAA/ABCAA, I can do it!"

Zhou Rui asked Jiang Yuan if he had mahjong at home. Of course, Jiang Yuan didn't have that kind of game. After the two sides made up their minds, Chen Ting finally said that she brought it from home.

After making a plan for tomorrow, Jiang Yuan got up and threw the clothes in the laundry basket into the washing machine.When passing by the living room, he heard Ah Chong complainingly said: "Jiang Yuan, the floor is so hard and cold, and it's windy and rainy outside, I want to go to the bedroom."

Jiang Yuan dragged the lazy sofa over, placed it under the power bank, and asked kindly, "What about now?"

"Three days, I stayed in a dark and small space for three days with a charging treasure, lonely, cold, and helpless. Now you finally woke up, even though you released me from the backpack, you didn't want to give me more Take care." Ah Chong felt aggrieved, "Have you changed your mind? Do you have another power bank outside?"

Jiang Yuan: "..."

He smiled and stroked the charging treasure dog's head: "You are wrong. Dad loves you as always. Dad just thinks that you have grown up and it's time to sleep independently."

After finishing speaking, he went to the bathroom to wash up, and when he was squeezing toothpaste, Ah Chong's voice came faintly: "Is it because of Shuobei?"

Jiang Yuan's hand shook violently, and the toothpaste fell into the sink with a snap.

He picked his lips and sneered: "Oh, no."

After falling asleep, Jiang Yuan started dreaming again, still looking at the scene in all directions through the eyes of that white-clothed man with black hair like sandalwood.

It should be seven or eight years later, the ugly little monkey grew up a lot, and turned into a little boy, wearing dark black shorts, swimming around in the lake full of lotus flowers.

After diving for a while, the young man emerged from the lake with his head, swam to the shore, and took out what was in his hands like offering treasures: "Master, Master, I picked up a piece of jade at the bottom of the lake. Is it emerald?"

Jiang Yuan was lying on a rocking chair, the breeze was blowing, the rocking chair was shaking gently, extremely comfortable.Hearing this, he tilted his head and stretched out his hand to help the young man brush away the hair sticking to his cheeks, and replied softly, "It's Hetian jade."

"Oh oh oh, so this is Hetian jade. I saw it in a book a few days ago." The young man held Jiang Yuan's hand and walked ashore, lifted the jade up into the air, and examined it carefully under the sun, "Its surface is so smooth, There are no carvings, can I carve a dragon on it?"

"Dragon may be a bit difficult for you, why not carve something simple." Jiang Yuan smiled and threw a spell to dry the water on the young man.

The wind blew, and the white clothes fluttered like snow, before the young man's eyes, and he was grabbed by raised hands.

"Then Phoenix?" The young man looked at Yu, and then looked up at Jiang Yuan. His light-colored eyes were as bright and clear as washed, like stars rising from a lake. "A few days ago a Phoenix came. Looking for you, it is beautiful, and you are so beautiful, I will engrave you all on it."

"But I don't know how to do this, so I can't teach you." Jiang Yuan said slowly.

"I'll practice with wood first, and when I'm smooth, I'll replace it with this jade. I'll carve it and give it to my master. I'll make sure it looks good." The young man spoke eloquently, put the jade into his arms, and held Jiang Yuan's hand with both hands, " Master, don't lie here, since you don't want to play in the water, let's go back!"

Just now it was Jiang Yuan who pulled the boy up from the lake, now he got up with the boy's hand, stood still and rubbed the boy's hairy head: "You can keep it for yourself, don't give it to me."

"I like Master, and I also like this piece of jade, so I want to give this jade to Master." The boy's thinking is self-contained, he is barefoot, his eyes are bent into beautiful arcs, and his voice is immature and innocent, ringing in this place that does not know the season and time. By the lake, like a gust of refreshing wind.

Jiang Yuan suddenly laughed.

The young man is always restless, he walked slowly a few steps beside the master, when he saw something suddenly, he let go of Jiang Yuan, and ran forward quickly.

While running, he turned his head and smiled at Jiang Yuan: "Master, I saw Yanhuo making lotus leaf beggar chicken at noon. I will catch a chicken and cook it for you later!"

hum-

The phone started to vibrate, waking Jiang Yuan up from his sleep.Jiang Yuan turned over, took out the phone from under the pillow, didn't look carefully at who was calling, and answered it directly.

"Hey?"

It took a few seconds for the person on the other end of the phone to say, "I'm at your door."

The speaker's tone was warm, and his voice was clear and cold, like a rain break in early summer, or a glass of chilled wine.The sound penetrated into the ear, the ear canal seemed to be burning, and it began to feel hot, Jiang Yuan realized who it was, and sat up with a rub.

Jiang Yuan habitually turned his head to look for A Chong, wanting to ask him seriously why he didn't wake him up in advance, and seeing the empty other side, he remembered that the power bank was abandoned in the living room last night.

He felt he had miscalculated.

"Haven't gotten up yet?" Shuo Bei seemed to smile, "Then you sleep a little longer, I'll come in directly, no need to come and open the door."

How can this be?Jiang Yuan immediately refused: "No, no, I'm already up, wait a minute, I'll be here soon."

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Yuan got out of bed in seconds, went into the bathroom and scratched his hair twice in front of the mirror, trying to make the two locks on the top of his head not so presumptuous, then ran all the way into the living room, transferred Ah Chong back to the bedroom, and then walked At the door, take out the locked key and open the door.

Jiang Yuan, who had just woken up, looked a little paralyzed, with the corners of his eyes drooping slightly, not very energetic, but he still tried his best to raise a smile: "Good morning, team leader."

"Nine o'clock in the morning, it's barely early." The person outside the door was wearing a very casual shirt with the sleeves rolled up a few times, revealing the thin lines of his forearms. He rubbed Jiang Yuan very naturally. hair, came in and changed into the slippers she wore last night, "I brought you breakfast, go wash up first."

Shuo Bei also held a large shopping bag in his hand, which was full. Jiang Yuan looked inside and saw what looked like tomatoes and cucumbers.

"What did you buy?" he asked.

"Your breakfast, and lunch for two." Shuobei replied calmly.

There was some doubt in Jiang Yuan's eyes: "Do you eat raw tomatoes?"

The person opposite smiled: "If you want to eat it raw, it's not impossible."

???

So, you originally planned to cook it and eat it?

Jiang Yuan was shocked.

He was wearing dark gray pajamas, with faint sleep marks remaining on his cheeks, and his expression looked a little dull. Shuobei couldn't hold back, and rubbed his head again: "I'll make you a pot of tomato beef brisket."

Jiang Yuan didn't quite believe his ears, and blinked: "You do?"

"Otherwise? You can do it?" Shuo Bei asked with a smile.

"I really know how to..." Jiang Yuan whispered.

Shuobei didn't expect this, he was stunned for a moment, his expression became a little complicated: "Besides this, other things?"

"Home-cooked food is basically ok, even hand-cooked pancakes with mixed grains - I mean from the step of kneading noodles." Jiang Yuan shrugged and said very indifferently, "Before I studied abroad, many things were difficult there You can eat it, or it doesn’t taste good, so you have to learn how to make it yourself.”

Then spread his hands: "Life is forced."

"I didn't hear you say that. And at work, you always eat from the cafeteria or takeaway, and you never bring your own food." Shuobei lowered his eyes, hiding the emotion in his eyes, and smiled softly.

"Socialist takeaways are so developed, you can eat them ready-made, why should I make them myself?" Jiang Yuan took the shopping bag in Shuobei's hand, opened it and took a closer look, "Leader, you also bought fat Beef rolls, potatoes, coriander balls, cod, are you going to cook hot pot?"

Shuobei nodded: "I plan to cook tomato pot, but if you want to eat other pot bottoms, you can also make it."

Jiang Yuan thought how embarrassing it was, turned around and walked to the kitchen with the shopping bag in hand: "I'll come, how can I bother you."

"Is there anything I can't bother you?" Shuo Bei followed behind him, and after watching his words fall, he raised his hands to cover his face and yawned. His white and slender neck completed a beautiful arc, and his eyes couldn't help but flicker.

"You are more honorable, you are the honorable team leader." Jiang Yuan said slowly.

Shuobei answered with a smile, "We are all the successors of communism."

Jiang Yuan turned his head, flicked his eyes from bottom to top, and said quietly: "You are a capitalist."

There was still water in the corners of his eyes, which made people want to reach out and wipe it away.

"Don't be poor, don't be polite with me, I'll cook, and you wash the dishes after eating." Shuobei lowered his head, put the steamed steamed buns and soy milk on the dining table, strode into the kitchen, and took Jiang Yuan's hand. Bring back the things in the bag, "Go wash up, and then have breakfast."

Jiang Yuan felt that this was very inappropriate, so he refused again, but Shuobei's tone was very insistent, and it was not good for him to continue. After saying "oh", he stepped on his slippers and walked into the bathroom.

He was a little distracted and distracted.

Will Shuobei carry a bag and know the freshly bought vegetables at a glance, and go to other subordinates' homes?

Will Shuobei take the initiative to cook for other subordinates?

Certainly not, otherwise everyone would not describe him as a refrigerator with a constant temperature below zero.

Pushing the timeline forward a little further, will Shuobei stay in the ward for a long time as a suspected caregiver during the subordinate's hospitalization, or even work?

Certainly not.

From this point of view, Shuo Bei treated him too kindly. It didn't seem like he was guessing before, wanting to take him as a disciple or something, but it seemed, it seemed... he was chasing someone.

Jiang Yuan doesn't have a lot of experience in relationships. The last time he fell in love was in high school, but he never ate pork or saw a pig run?

Apparently, Shuobei was cooking him the way a frog is boiled in warm water, approaching him quietly, making him completely accustomed to his existence, such as taking the water and snacks he handed over smoothly, eating with him, and sitting with him. The co-pilot even acted presumptuously in front of him.

Everyone else is wary of Shuobei, but he is the only one who dares to be poor with Shuobei.

So, Shuobei is, like him?

When did it start?

Wouldn't it be before the sea city mission started?

Shuobei even took advantage of his drunkenness to kiss him!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, this conclusion is too scary!

In the quiet bathroom, Jiang Yuan covered his face with a complicated expression. From between his fingers, it could be seen that red clouds were flying over his cheeks.

Jiang Yuan blinked and blinked, stretched out his hand with a swipe, turned on the faucet fiercely, scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face.

But this didn't lower the temperature on his face, so Jiang Yuan simply filled a pool of water, took a deep breath, and buried his whole face in it.

One second, two seconds... It took half a minute before he raised his head.

Most of his hair was wet, dripping water trickled down, and wet his shoulders and front skirt together with the drops of water falling down his cheeks.

Jiang Yuan exhaled, drained a pool of cold water, turned the faucet to the other side, and let out hot water—he decided to wash his head and let some water into his head.

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Yuan came out of the bathroom with wet hair.

In the apartment he rented, there is no partition between the living room and the dining room, and the kitchen is next to the dining room. After the glass door is closed, the sound inside cannot be heard at all, but the situation inside can be seen at a glance——Shuo Bei was surrounded by Jiang Yuan and bought it. But with an apron that has never been used once, he stood in front of the cooking table and cut the brisket with his eyes down.

His fingers are slender, with well-defined joints, and his skills are skillful and neat, which is very pleasing to the eye.

With a dreamy expression on Jiang Yuan's face, he took two steps back, went back to the bathroom, and walked out again.

——Shuobei is still cutting the brisket.

"It's magic." He whispered, "Can you tell me the spell to break? Or give me Avada Kedavra, okay?"

Coincidentally, after he finished chanting, Shuobei put down the knife and turned around, wiped his hands on the towel, and opened the kitchen door.

"Ah, Avada Kedavra is coming?" Jiang Yuan was frightened.

Shuobei didn't understand why Jiang Yuan was so startled, but he didn't dislike him at all. He waved at him and said softly, "Have you washed your hair? Come and sit down, eat first. Where is the hair dryer?"

Three sentences, three different meanings, Jiang Yuan instantly understood that Shuobei was planning to blow his hair, and immediately cast a spell on his head to dry his wet hair.

"You don't need to blow the air, it's more energy-efficient." Jiang Yuan said, he didn't know what expression to make, so he had to slump his face.

Shuobei laughed: "Then come over for dinner."

Jiang Yuan: "Oh."

He moved over slowly, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Xiaolongbao, sauces, dishes, and chopsticks were placed on the table one by one, and there was a cup of soy milk beside it, which was covered with an invisible barrier, keeping the temperature just right.

Jiang Yuan slowly reached out to the soybean milk, took a sip, then turned his head suddenly, and said to Shuo Bei expressionlessly, "Don't look at me."

Shuobei smiled again, turned and went back to the kitchen.

Jiang Yuan started to eat buns.He really wanted to eat faster, wiped out a whole plate, but for some reason, it was difficult to swallow.After eating the first one, he picked up the second one and put the whole one into his mouth without even touching the chili sauce.

It was unpalatable, and the steamed buns without chili had no soul at all. Jiang Yuan looked calm on the surface, but in his heart he regretted so much that he wanted to cry.But he didn't choose to eat another one. After swallowing the second one, he quickly threw away the chopsticks, got up and walked into the kitchen.

"Team leader." Jiang Yuan called softly.

Shuobei said "hmm".

"Let me handle the ingredients." Jiang Yuan said behind him, his voice low.

"You don't want to see my sword skills?" Shuobei asked him with a smile.

Jiang Yuan dragged his tone: "I know you are very good at cutting monsters."

Shuobei didn't stop chopping vegetables.

"I have a lot of games here, go play them. I'll cook them." Jiang Yuan bit the word "cooking" very hard, feeling that what he wanted to cook was not the ingredients at all, but Shuobei.

Shuo Bei slowly laughed.

Three minutes later, the food handling battle came to an end, and the two sides were tied.Jiang Yuan and Shuo Bei stood side by side in the kitchen, one was washing and the other was cutting vegetables.

Half an hour later, those that should be stewed should be boiled on a low heat, and all of them should be put on the stove, and those that need to be marinated for a long time should be left on the table. Jiang Yuan and Shuobei moved to the battlefield, sat side by side on the living room floor, and started playing games .

A fighting game with a very long history.

There was constant fighting on the screen.

Jiang Yuan held the game controller expressionlessly and hit the buttons hard.

He must rub Shuobei on the ground, and he must win!

"I said you, why are you suddenly in a bad mood?"

Shuo Bei paused the game, turned his head to look at Jiang Yuan, and asked softly.

Jiang Yuan pretended to raise his eyebrows: "Ah? Why am I in a bad mood?"

"I only ate two buns, and I stopped drinking the soy milk after a sip. When I was washing the vegetables, my eyes were murderous, and my expression was a bit ferocious just now." Shuo Bei lowered his gaze, thought for a while, and whispered to Jiang Yuan.

Shuobei's observation was too careful, Jiang Yuan couldn't help feeling a little guilty, his eyes drooped, and he said in a low voice, "I'm not in a bad mood."

"What's the matter?"

"This is called...early low pressure."

"Go to sleep for a while?" Shuo Bei raised his jaw and pointed to the bedroom.

"No, I can't fall asleep." Jiang Yuan shook his head, glanced at the TV screen, and asked, "Do you want to change the game?"

Shuobei can do whatever he says.

Jiang Yuan thought for a while, and replaced the King of Fighters with an RPG game.

After immersing your mind in the plot, the passage of time becomes imperceptible.

Jiang Yuan played seriously, spit out a few lines or characters from time to time, which was much better than the previous murderous look, and when it was time to eat, he was still reluctant to get up, and was forcibly pulled up from the ground by Shuo Bei.

Shuobei's craftsmanship is very good, completely at the level of a chef.Jiang Yuan remembered what he said before, that he had had various identities, and couldn't help asking: "Group leader, you didn't open a restaurant before, did you?"

"I haven't opened it myself, but I have invested in a few restaurants." Shuo Bei filled a bowl of soup and pushed it to Jiang Yuan's hand, and answered lightly.

"The proletariat has been hit again." Jiang Yuan poked a piece of lime that was used to enhance the flavor, and held it up in the air, "I really like this now."

Shuobei smiled lightly: "If you live for thousands of years like me, you will only have more assets than me."

"These words are not consoling at all." Jiang Yuan didn't appreciate it, "The advantage of time is also an advantage."

"You want to ask me why I cook?"

"Personally, I don't think cooking skills are a good match for you." Jiang Yuan answered honestly, and then changed the topic, "But it's a good thing to know how to cook."

But Shuobei never answered that question.

It was an answer that gradually lost its meaning under the erosion of time.

After dinner, Jiang Yuan went to wash the dishes.

Shuobei was not idle, he stood beside Jiang Yuan, took the plates and bowls he had washed, drained them, and put them on the shelf.Jiang Yuan cleaned up the residue on the cooking table, and he took the garbage bag and waited to pick it up.

The division of labor is very clear, the collocation is very reasonable, saving time and effort, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but look at Shuobei several times, "Team leader, there are no ordinary guests like you."

Shuo Bei raised his eyelids: "Huh?"

Jiang Yuan glanced at the electronic clock on the refrigerator door, and said, "Leader, it's almost 01:30."

Hearing this, Shuobei laughed inexplicably, stretched out his hand, and put it on the opposite cooking table, blocking Jiang Yuan's way.He leaned slightly, stared at Jiang Yuan with shallow eyes, and said in a low voice: "Why, chase people away after eating?"

The distance is very close, the breath seems to be intertwined, Shuobei's eyes are deep and dark, the atmosphere is ambiguous, Jiang Yuan's ears are gradually turning red.His eyes flickered for a moment, and then he stared: "I didn't, I just told the time."

After speaking, he took away the garbage bag from Shuobei's hand, held it together with the kitchen garbage, pushed people away, and walked out of the kitchen kicking his slippers.

Shuobei smiled again, but didn't follow him out.

Jiang Yuan changed his shoes in a murderous spirit, twisted the doorknob like unloading the door, and then pushed the door hard.

As soon as he took a step outside, he saw someone walking towards the door of his house.

"Oh my god, my Yuan, I saw the boss's car parked under your building in the garage before, but I was so nervous—he just scolded me yesterday. You said it was a big weekend, what did he do? Why do you want to come to the same place with us? I'm afraid I'll run into him in the elevator." Qiu Yiming held a bucket of crayfish in his right hand, and patted his chest with his left hand, with an expression of life after a catastrophe.