Chen Fu was finally rushed to the private room to arrange the ribbons. In fact, she had already prepared almost everything and didn't have much to help.

She held a cup of hot water and stood at the window in a daze. The rain outside had not stopped yet, the fog was blurred, and the world was connected.

Chen Fu recalled the embarrassing thing Jiang Shutong said just now.

After going to elementary school, she went back to her own home and ran to her grandmother's house only during the winter and summer vacations and weekends.

The thing happened one summer vacation. If I remember correctly, she was in the third grade at that time, Jiang Shu was the second grade.

That day, my grandmother went out to do business. She was alone at home and was too bored. She actually thought of cooking. She searched the recipe and finally decided to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

I can't remember the specific situation now, but she cried to Jiang Shutong's house because she couldn't turn off the liquefied gas, but she couldn't forget it.

Jiang Shutong played games all night the night before, but she was still asleep at that time, but she broke in and pulled and woke up.

He got up and suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up. He called her very fiercely: "Chen Fu, you..."

Perhaps seeing her embarrassed look, he stopped halfway through his speech, and turned to the topic and asked, "What are you doing?"

"The kitchen...lique gas..." Chen Fu sobbed, saying a sentence intermittently, without expressing the meaning clearly.

When Jiang Shutong heard the liquefied gas, he thought something big had happened, so he got out of bed and ran out.

He had long legs, and a gust of wind passed by, and there was no sign of people. When Chen Fu caught up, he stood at the door of her kitchen with his arms in his arms, with his expression on his face indescribable.

"You just wanted to say you won't turn off the liquefied gas?"

Chen Fu lowered her head and nodded.

Jiang Shutong closed her eyes, as if she didn't know what to say, and she looked a little helpless.

He pointed to the kitchen, "What did you do?"

Chen Fu looked up at him blankly, and the expression on her face was very hurt: "Can't you tell me?"

She worked hard for an hour, and was the finished product so unrecognizable in his eyes?

"What do you think?" Jiang Shutong asked back with a little amusing, "Apart from the half basket of tomato slices dropped on the ground, I really didn't see what was inside the pot."

Seeing that she was still stunned, Jiang Shutong raised her hand and rubbed her head in a mess, with a smile on her words, "Are you hungry?"

Chen Fu nodded and shook her head again.

“Not hungry.”

Jiang Shutong raised his eyebrows, "What kind of food isn't hungry? Have a grudge against your kitchen?"

Chen Fu heard something ridiculous from his words.

When the crisis was resolved, she completely forgot how she cried and begged others. She raised her neck and said with confidence: "Then I'm hungry now."

“…”

OK.

Jiang Shutong was too lazy to argue with the child, so she turned around and went into the kitchen.

He picked and found two bags of instant noodles from the cabinet above, and turned around and asked, "Can you eat this?"

Chen Fu looked up and looked at her, feeling a little disgusted: "Don't eat."

"That's it." Jiang Shutong tore the instant noodles open and found a clean pot to cook it with water. "Children cannot be picky about food."

“…”

The first time she heard that it is a picky foodie if you don’t eat instant noodles.

The water boiled, Jiang Shutong tore open the packaging and asked, "How much do you eat? Is half a pack enough?"

Chen Fu: "But you took two packs."

"The remaining half of the pack is mine."

He is really not polite.

Chen Fu was dissatisfied: "Why?"

Jiang Shutong bent down and knocked Chen Fu's head with chopsticks: "I'm older than you, I'm my brother."

He said that he really found two bowls of big and small, and picked up the instant noodles.

The child has a deep obsession with some. Chen Fu is not convinced no matter how much she thinks, and she has not finished eating what she has in her bowl, so she insists on robbing Jiang Shutong's.

Jiang Shutong didn't mind, so she let her pick the table with chopsticks, and lazily leaned back on the back of the chair.

Then he said: "Remember to find a boyfriend who can cook in the future."

Chen Fu had a rough understanding of the concept of her boyfriend at that time and asked ignorantly: "Can your boyfriend cook for me?"

"Yes." Jiang Shutong said, "If he doesn't know how to do it, you will kick him. But if he gives you instant noodles-"

He paused and knocked on the bowl with chopsticks, "You're going to kick him too."

Chen Fu bit the noodles, a little stunned.

She vaguely felt that she didn't have the three words "girlfriend".

"Then why did you give me instant noodles?"

“…”

Jiang Shutong suddenly felt a little exhausted, and he seemed not to have argued with this girl.

After two seconds of silence, he said, "This is different."

"What's different?" Chen Fu asked relentlessly: "Then will you cook instant noodles for your girlfriend?"

Jiang Shu said "tsk" to the same, "Don't talk nonsense, my brother doesn't have a girlfriend."

"You mentioned it first!" Chen Fu felt aggrieved.

...

Chen Fu laughed unconsciously when she thought of this.

I was a little sad while smiling.

At that time, she could naturally pester him and call him brother.

If he is bullied, go find support from the adults.

Sometimes when she makes unreasonable accusations against him, he won't refute it. While being scolded, he said with his eyebrows hanging:

"It's so in vain to love you."

And now, they are all grown up.

There are many things that need to be avoided.

She could no longer approach him like a child or ask him for anything.

Or, I dare not.

Since when did it start? She dared not look him in the eyes and was embarrassed to call him brother. At most, she would call him a word in front of the adults: "Brother Shutong."

A little alienated.

It seems to be covering up something.

But, find a boyfriend who can cook?

"He's very good at cooking now."

Chen Fu muttered this, and then quickly covered her mouth after realizing what she said.

What was she thinking just now?

Could it be that she not only subconsciously thought about Jiang Shutong?

And it's like this-

Is it hopeless?

"Afu."

Yueyue came over and interrupted Chen Fu's thoughts.

As she guessed what she was going to ask, Chen Fu made a gesture of silence and pulled him to the side.

"I'm sorry Xinxin. I haven't told you before that I know Jiang Shutong. At the beginning, the room was actually on the sixth floor, but I thought it was a bit special and not very good, so I changed it. I didn't expect it to misunderstand you, and I'm very embarrassed."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Xinxin's focus was obviously not on the room: "Then are you...?"

When she said this, she paused meaningfully.

"I am my neighbor when I was a child." Chen Fu's hand unconsciously clenched the tiles and explained carefully: "The two families are so good."

Xinxin suddenly realized, "You are childhood sweetheart!"

Chen Fu blinked, "No, no! We... are not of the same age group, he and my cousin and the others have a better time."

Xinxin didn't hear the same thing, "I really envy you. If I had such a childhood sweetheart, I could wake up laughing in my dreams."

"Then can you meet normally?" she asked again.
To be continued...