Amateur red "mother"

After a night of tossing and turning, it was difficult to fall asleep, and finally it was dawn. Dai Fei, who wanted to get up, recalled the ambiguous behavior between the two of them yesterday, and planned to force himself to ignore the existence of the person next door, thinking that he would He left by himself, just covered himself with the quilt and was about to go back to sleep, when Meng Lei's voice came from the door: "Get up."

Dai Fei was stunned for a moment, this... this, what's going on?After thinking about it, I felt that this person should be unable to go back temporarily because he couldn't find his ID card. As the host, he should also do his best as a landlord, but he had no choice but to get up.

As soon as Dai Fei opened the door, he saw Meng Lei, the drunk from last night, standing in front of his door. At this time, Meng Lei's expression changed back to that cold Meng Sanshi, standing in front of Dai Fei with Chen Xi behind his back.I don't know if the slightly wrinkled white shirt has been changed or ironed yesterday. It looks brand new. I usually wear it meticulously and want to wrap my neck tightly. At this time, the first button on the collarbone is open. Yes, from the rolled up cuffs, it can be seen that he might be busy with something just now.

Once wondered if he was Dai Fei who hadn't changed his clothes, looked at this man's white shirt and thought to himself, does this man have something that he can't get over the white shirt?

Although Meng Lei was still wearing a white shirt on his upper body at this time, he looked more at home than usual. Dai Fei swallowed his saliva, controlled the jumping candies scurrying in his chest, and secretly cursed, really... She looks good no matter what she wears...

Meng Lei looked at him and said, "Have breakfast."

Dai Fei pulled himself back from the cloudless sky: "Oh, well... I'm sorry, just wait a few minutes, I'll go downstairs and buy right away."

Before Meng Lei could speak, he ran out in a hurry, regardless of whether he understood Meng Lei's words or not.

After rushing to the living room outside, he saw the ready-made breakfast on the dining table. Dai Fei turned his head and looked at Meng Lei behind him, with a look of disbelief: "This...you made this?"

Meng Lei passed him, walked to the table, opened the chair and sat down, took a sip of milk slowly, and then answered "Yes."

This person usually looks like a vice president, but the two plates of stir-fried side dishes on the table, and the porridge with just the right consistency, Dai Fei was dumbfounded. I don’t have the basic hands-on ability these days, so I’m ashamed to be a domineering president? ?

Looking at Dai Fei who was standing in a daze, Meng Lei said, "There are too few ingredients in the refrigerator, so let's eat."

What I said is that the master Dai Fei is ashamed. The one thing he and Lao Zhang have in common is that they are not good at cooking. Occasionally, someone wants to cook out of interest, and the other person just shuts up for the sake of the other party. If one piece was omitted even for chewing, the meal would be hastily ended.

The kitchen tools are because when Zhang Feng moved in and looked at the empty room, Zhang Feng said, "The house still needs fireworks", and then it took the two of them a few days to buy them. It is very delicate and in place, but it has been used for a total of less than ten fingers in the past few years, so it has been shelved as a decoration.In addition, the two people who are very self-aware of their personal cooking skills maintain a unified tacit understanding to prevent the other party from causing the five flavors to fail because of their cooking skills, so they basically don't open fire, so as not to hurt others or themselves.

The last time I saw Zhang Feng was about to leave. After eating three dishes and one soup that still lingered on his lips a few days later, Dai Fei expressed his abandonment of the future sustainable development of his kitchen. The things in the refrigerator are probably still Last time Zhang Feng gave the rest...

Look at Meng Lei, not only can lead a group of people to fight in the commercial battlefield, but also wash their hands and make soup, and look at myself eating takeaway all day long, the kitchen is purely a decoration, life is useless, this is the first time Dai Fei deeply understands We have come to the true meaning of "do it yourself and have enough food and clothing".

Touching his nose, Dai Fei smiled coquettishly: "Hehehehe, no way, this is more than half a month's worth of me, it's rich enough, thank you."

This is telling the truth, Dai Fei usually doesn’t bother to eat breakfast in order to sleep an extra half an hour. Occasionally, for breakfast, he buys a bottle of iced milk and freshly fried fried dough sticks near the company. Opportunity to sit down to such a home-cooked breakfast.

Meng Lei: "You don't usually eat breakfast?"

Dai Fei took a big mouthful of porridge, and before he could swallow it, he replied: "Basically I don't eat it, um... I eat it occasionally, just to have breakfast is a waste of my sleep time."

Meng Lei put down the milk in his hand and looked at him with a serious expression: "There must be three meals a day."

Seeing that he became that veteran cadre again, and was about to launch the promotion of health preservation knowledge, Dai Fei immediately diverted his attention: "Well, okay, then...then what, you...can cook."

Meng Lei looked at him and replied, "Your memory is really bad."

Dai Fei: "?"

Dai Fei wanted to ask Meng Lei what he meant by this, but Meng Lei lowered his head to eat the cheese bread he had baked, with an expression of "no talking when eating, no talking when sleeping", Dai Fei could only shut up obediently and eat honestly.

Dai Fei was still in a fog until he sat down and had breakfast. Looking at Meng Sanshi, an old cadre who was sitting next to him leisurely reading a magazine, Dai Fei decided that this person is normal now. , This person's ID card is gone, how can he go back?

When he was about to speak, Dai Fei didn't know what to do. Thinking of the undercurrent of ambiguity between the two of them yesterday, he coughed dryly and replaced the "stone" that had come to his mouth with: "Meng Lei, did you find your ID card?" Yet?"

Meng Lei closed the magazine with a "snap", and turned his eyes from the magazine to Dai Fei: "Team leader."

Dai Fei was stunned by his team leader's call: "Huh?"

Meng Lei: "Isn't that what you call me?"

Dai Fei immediately understood, and had no choice but to slander, hey, who is this, isn't it just a title?

Due to the intimidating force in his eyes, he could only change back to his original address and speak again: "Cough... Shishi, your ID card..."

Meng Lei stood up without answering and walked towards Dai Fei.

The moment Dai Fei saw him get up, he almost ran with his chair in his arms, but he really had more energy than energy, so he could only stand upright with a "crack", which was almost a gesture of raising his hands and stomping his feet to salute.

Meng Lei acted as if he hadn't seen him, walked around the dining table, and walked directly to the bookshelf on the right.

Dai Fei: "..."

Being made a big oolong by his mentality of being a warlord, Dai Fei touched his nose and smiled coquettishly: "Hehe... You, your ID card is gone, how do you buy a ticket to go back to Tanzhou?"

Taking advantage of his height, Meng Lei took down a dusty photo album on the top shelf of the bookshelf.

Patting the dust on it, Meng Lei didn't raise his head: "I won't return for the time being."

Dai Fei: "Here... even if the company doesn't need you, the emperor, to attend the court, you can't be a homeless stranger on today's reunion festival?""

Meng Lei had a solemn expression when he got the photo album, and replied without raising his head: "Festival peak, no tickets."

Dai Fei had no choice but to continue: "No tickets for sea, land and air?"

Meng Lei didn't know what he saw and frowned, and asked, "You took this picture in Tibet 6 years ago?"

Dai Fei's thoughts were all on the question of why he didn't leave, and he didn't think about how he knew that he had been to Tibet a few years ago. Hearing his question, he answered directly: "Yes."

Meng Lei was very absorbed in turning the pages, and suddenly, he didn't know what he saw, and he closed the album with a "snap", and threw it aside.

Dai Fei thought he was going to leave, so he said, "I'll see you off."

Meng Lei looked at him: "Only you and Zhang Feng are here?"

Dai Fei: "Well, yes."

Meng Lei: "Is Zhang Feng not at home?"

Dai Fei: "Well, yes."

Meng Lei said as he walked, "Then let's spend today."

Dai Fei suspected that he was hallucinating again: "What?"

Meng Lei went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked at it, then looked back at Dai Fei who was still in a daze: "I wanted to cook for you, but now it seems... I can only go out."

No matter what kind of mental activity this time flies, Meng Lei took out his mobile phone and went to the kitchen to make a call, then went to the sofa to sit down, and continued to read, leaving Dai Fei beside him in a mess...

At this time, Dai Fei didn't expect that there would be something that would make him even more messy...