Tomorrow? His slippers? This man really doesn’t regard himself as an outsider!
Xu Wanqing laughed angrily, flipped up the broken hair on her shoulders, and said with a smile: "Mr. Xiao, what on earth do you want to do when you break into a single woman's home in the middle of the night?"
"I'm hungry. I've been waiting for you to come back and delayed my meal time. I came to your place to find something to eat." Xiao Zhuoyan said casually and opened the refrigerator. The refrigerator was empty except for a few buckets of instant noodles and instant dumplings.
, there is nothing, no snacks and vegetables as expected.
He stared at the refrigerator for a full minute, then turned around and asked, "Why are there no vegetables?"
"Why are there dishes?" Xu Wanqing asked.
"I remember that you loved cooking and eating snacks. The refrigerator was always full." Xiao Zhuoyan blurted out.
"Mr. Xiao remembers it wrong, that was three years ago." Xu Wanqing hugged her shoulders and relaxed on the sofa.
There was a moment of loneliness and hesitation in Xiao Zhuoyan's eyes, and then he said: "I forgot, Mr. Xu is playing music every night now, so he must have no need to cook for a long time."
"There is no food here, and there is nothing that Mr. Xiao needs. Please go back!" Xu Wanqing gave the eviction order with a cold face.
"But I'm very hungry." Xiao Zhuoyan turned around and picked up a bucket of instant noodles, "Instant noodles are also rice, so I'll make do with it."
After he finished speaking, he took the noodles and found the two remaining eggs in the refrigerator. He walked to the kitchen wearing Xu Wanqing's pink sandals and a set of gray shirts and trousers with straight lines, which looked real.
It's funny and weird.
Xu Wanqing was too lazy to pay attention to him and went to the bathroom to wash herself off. Halfway through the bath, she heard him knocking on the door and asking: "I've made supper, do you want to eat it together?"
Xu Wanqing remained silent.
After taking a shower, I saw him sitting in front of the dinner table in a daze looking at the steaming noodles on the table. I glanced at him casually and found that he was really interested. He actually fried two eggs into two heart shapes. There was no such thing in her kitchen.
Those exquisite molds, it's rare for him to make that heart full and round.
Xu Wanqing said sarcastically: "Mr. Xiao seems to be very idle."
Although her expression was unfriendly, she felt strange.
It's him, it's weird...and it's different from the last few times we met?
Zou Yelei? Come to him again? What day is it today?
However, between the two of them, which one is wearing the mask and which one is taking off the mask... it's really hard to say.
However, he looked like this just like three years ago...
Xiao Zhuoyan just stared at the fried eggs on the table in a daze. After a while, he said quietly: "I seem to remember that you used to like to fry eggs like this."
Xu Wanqing twisted her face and used a hair dryer to dry her hair. The buzzing sound covered up Xiao Zhuoyan's originally subtle voice.
In the past, she really liked omelettes, and she even liked to go to the kitchen, wash his hands and make soup for him. He was out socializing all day long, and she had nothing to do, so she thought about the dishes, just to make him smile...
She was feeling sullen and secretly, and the hand holding the hair dryer was shaking a little, but someone didn't know what to do and called her over there: "Qingqing, don't you come over and try my craftsmanship?"
She couldn't bear it anymore, tears filled her eyes, she threw the hair dryer on the table, strode over, and dumped the two buckets of noodles and two heart-shaped omelettes he had cooked into the trash can.
Xiao Zhuoyan was stunned, not knowing where her unknown fire started. Xu Wanqing opened the door and said with difficulty: "Mr. Xiao, please get out!"