[Yeqing] Your courier is already in delivery

Zhuge Qing felt that Wang was hopeless, and Wang Ye was still smiling cheerfully there, patted him on the shoulder and said: "This kind of thing can't be rushed, it all depends on fate. When fate comes, it will come naturally."

"What if fate never arrives?"

"Then let's live alone. It's good to raise mynah and queer for fun."

Zhuge Qing pursed his lips and stopped talking. Although he knew that he should respect other people's choices, he was still a little depressed.

Zhuge Qing, who has been around among the sweet and soft girls all the year round, coupled with his star status, as well as his marked face and sweet talking mouth since he was a child, where is he not pampered and cared for?Even when they arrived in Beijing, where they were unfamiliar, Fu Rong and Wang didn't let him act like a baby. They disliked their own sloppyness and self-willedness, but they still reluctantly let him go.Zhuge Qing, who is well aware of the way of interpersonal communication, also grasps a certain degree, not too much and intimately relies on the tolerance and kindness of the two of them to himself, enjoying the feeling of being taken care of.But it's not just asking for it, Zhuge Qingde repays their kindness one at a time, Fu Rong gave him friendship and trust, and he gave the same affection.

But what about Wang Ye?

Wang also didn't seem to ask for anything from himself, nor did he express it.Even if he was bothering him to cook for himself, delivered the courier against the schedule, and disturbed people's dreams to accompany him to do morning exercises, he never saw Wang really blush at him.I always accepted helplessly and dumbfoundedly, and never complained sincerely.Zhuge Qing remembered it all, one after another, Wang also did it seamlessly, making him want to find a chance to give the house key to repay his care, and he could make this person smile and send back the equally important key .

I was taught to reciprocate courtesies since I was a child, taking and returning, but just as I returned the last time, the other party quietly handed over the next hundreds of times.

It's not true for Zhuge Qing to take it, and it's not true if he doesn't take it. It's like asking for the king unilaterally. He always feels ashamed of receiving it.

Now that he found an opportunity to help others with all his flirtatious skills, and was easily led over by others, wouldn't he feel depressed?

Fu Rong still has her little lover and herself to spoil, but who will take care of Wang Ye?

Look at this empty and simple room, plain and white, without any sense of warmth, the taste is exactly the same as Wang Ye.The kitchen was well-equipped with kitchen utensils, but Wang Ye's courier life was six days off, and he went to Zhuge Qing's house to cook for him [-]/[-], so the small kitchen was covered with a little dust.When Zhuge Qing arrived the first day, the fourth and third floors of the refrigerator were empty, and there was only celery and tomatoes in the freezer.It perfectly presents two extremes with the refrigerator at home that is stuffed with various ingredients and snacks. Even except for snacks, everything in it is arranged by Wang.

Zhuge Qing felt even more uncomfortable. It was expected that Wang would be alone. He could only practice Tai Chi and calligraphy every day to cultivate his body and mind. He would live the life of a widowed old man decades in advance. He even had to cook and eat alone. .

Smelling the scent wafting from the oven, Zhuge Qing moved his nose, looked at the back of Wang Ye who was skillfully chopping vegetables, and thought about taking the movie that he hadn't figured out before from home to Wang Ye to watch later.

No girl is willing to bring him some warmth, so let him do it.

While waiting for the oven to operate, Wang also shifted to the battlefield and was busy making a side soup. His men chopped green onions and ginger, and there were also processed fish and tofu on the side.The action of chopping vegetables became louder, and the bun on Wang Ye's head became loose accordingly. He didn't tie up his hair all at first, and hung a few strands of hair on his forehead. Now it fell more violently, so he shook it a few more times. Might have to break up completely.Wang also noticed, so he simply pulled out the hair rope, let the hair down, grabbed a few handfuls randomly with his fingers, and was about to catch the fish and fry it in a pan of heated oil.

Zhuge Qing couldn't see it, clicked his tongue, and stopped: "Don't move! Old Wang, you think the oil is not enough, and you still want to add some of your own hair oil to the cooking? Wash your hands, and I will tie your hair."

Wang also paused, looked at his hands, and smiled guiltily: "Oh, didn't you notice it? Fortunately, Master Zhuge used disgusting descriptions to enlighten Wang, so wash your hands, wash your hands."

"I think it's disgusting what I said, but don't you feel disgusting if you do it yourself?"

Zhuge Qing muttered, took the hair comb from the bathroom, and brushed Wang Ye's messy long hair vigorously, before tearing away the tangled forks underneath.The feeling of smoothing down filled my chest with a sense of accomplishment, and the owner of the hair screamed in pain.

"Take it easy, I'll go, take it easy! You don't need to take revenge at this time, if you try harder, my hair will fall into the pot!" Wang also bared his teeth and yelled, but the action of flipping the fried fish didn't stop , "I have to be bald by you!"

"It's easy to be bald, and you don't have to worry about your hair floating in the soup." Zhuge Qing took the black rubber band from Wang Ye's hand, and gathered and curled his long and smooth black hair into a thick hemp rope. Put it on the head in a circle, and then wrap it with a black rubber band, and Wang Ye's new firm and neat bun is done.Zhuge Qing inspected it for a while, then deliberately loosened the hair ball a little, and then clapped his hands, "It's done, this little pinch is perfect! It will definitely not fall off."

Wang also wanted to reach out to touch it, but Zhuge Qing slapped it away like a work of art, so he had to slap his mouth twice, helplessly poured water into the pot, covered the pot, leaned on the marble stove, and sighed: "You ah……"

This sigh was very normal, but Zhuge Qing could not understand why he could hear a thousand-turned tune from it, and it floated into his ears leisurely, just like the breeze sweeping his bangs, and the bangs sweeping his forehead, itching him a little uncomfortable .

Zhuge Qing wanted to cough strangely in his throat, but Zhuge Qing held back, with a smile on his face, but his eyes turned to the oven, and he also squatted down, and asked distractedly through a transparent glass door emitting yellow light. : "Hey, how is this chicken grilled? I can smell it. It smells so good that I'm hungry."

"Wait a little longer, wipe off the drool, and pay attention to your idol baggage."

"There is no such thing in front of food."

Wang also glanced at his watch, and the fish soup behind him was also rolling, emitting a delicious fragrance. He opened the pot and sprinkled in salt and white pepper, stirred it twice, and covered the pot again.After finishing these actions, he took Zhuge Qing aside, opened the oven and looked at it twice, then closed it and turned the button a few times, and said to Zhuge Qing: "It's almost ready, wait for another 5 minutes, and the skin will be baked until it is even more tender." It's delicious. The fish is almost done, let's suffocate for a while to get the taste."

The aroma had already drifted into the nose, and traveled along the ear, nose and throat to the stomach. Zhuge Qing washed two pairs of bowls and chopsticks from the chopsticks cabinet, brought a large plate, and waited for Wang Ye to serve the roast chicken and fish soup. 5 minutes is not long, but the feeling of not being able to eat the smell is unbearable, so Zhuge Qing had to take out his mobile phone to browse Weibo, and deal with the comments and private messages left over from the previous photos. When the fish soup was poured from the pot into the soup bowl, he swallowed and threw the phone aside.

The fish soup is not the point. When Wang Ye grabbed the bowl clamp and put the fish soup on the table, Zhuge Qing’s eyes were still glued to the oven. He could barely take a look at the fish soup, and urged eagerly: “Roast chicken! What? I see that the oven is not on, should I get the roast chicken first?"

Wang also looked at him, blew on the fish soup in the spoon, poured Zhuge Qing a sip, and said, "Don't talk about chicken, little civilized star."

The fish soup was not completely cooled, and when it rolled into the mouth, it even burned the tip of Zhuge Qing's tongue, but soon the delicious taste came up, and the slightly spicy feeling brought by the white pepper ignited the fire in the mouth, and swallowed it into the stomach When I was inside, the fire burned my body very hot, and I couldn't help but sweat a little more on my forehead.

"How is it?" Wang also looked at him, licking his lips anxiously.

"A mouthful of soup with a market price of [-]." Zhuge Qing said with a smile, "You bring out the roast chicken, and I want to take pictures to show off."

Wang also heaved a sigh of relief, pursed his lips into a smile, and coaxed a word of "Okay my young master", then walked to the oven and brought the roast chicken that Zhuge Qing had been waiting for for a lifetime to him.The hot grilled chicken was really charred on the outside and tender on the inside. I don't know what kind of ingredients Wang also brushed on the grilled chicken, but it was grilled like an animation he watched when he was a child.Zhuge Qing's chopsticks were about to move, but Wang Ye took them away with a plate as soon as he stretched them out.

"I bought the chicken!" Zhuge Qing emphasized.

"I baked this chicken!"

Wang also made a grimace, and unfolded the Dafa of shamelessness, and the knife in his hand was about to slaughter the roast chicken that Zhuge Qing was thinking about.Zhuge Qing was in a hurry, stood up suddenly, stretched out his hands and body to grab, but in the blink of an eye, he saw Wang Ye tore off a big chicken leg that was dripping with oil, stuck it with a knife, and held it in front of him. .

"Here, take it." He put the chicken drumsticks into Zhuge Qing's bowl, "I just lied to you to play, so you won't be afraid of burning your hands in such a hurry."

Zhuge Qing glanced at the chicken leg in the bowl, was stunned for a while, then put on a smirk again, picked up a piece of minced meat from the side of the chicken leg, and poked a chopstick into Wang Ye's still chattering mouth.

"Don't be too busy, Brother Ye, I have hands, make it and eat it!" After speaking, he looked at the roast chicken under Wang Ye's knife, and asked Wang Ye to stop first, "Hey, I cut it like this. Forget it , barely pat."

After removing the fish soup and putting the chicken legs back together, Zhuge Qing turned on the light in the kitchen, found a special place, and let the mobile phone make a continuous clicking sound.

Wang also sat on the side and let him take the trouble to find an angle to take pictures. He put a hand on his chin and said, "Old Qing, why are you eating like a little girl and arranging dishes for pictures? Are you eating for yourself or for yourself?" Eat in the circle of friends."

"Of course it's to let everyone know that I'm enjoying the food." Zhuge Qing finally sat down again and gnawed on his big drumstick, "Do you understand showing off? In this materialistic world, only food and beauties are warm." .”

"But I only have food here?"

Zhuge Qing, with glistening oil on his mouth and hands, cast a smiling wink at Wang Ye who asked this question, and just wanted to shamelessly go on to say, isn't the other one looking at you? See Wang Ye Turning his eyes, he looked at Zhuge Qing again as if thinking of something.

"Hey, that's kind of wrong."

Wang also chewed on the chicken, pondering.

"Isn't there still you here?"

Wang Ye taught on the spot what it means to unintentionally tease someone