The doorbell outside suddenly rang, Xu Chuanyang slowly pushed him away, "I'll open the door."
"Yeah." Ling Mobei shrank back to the bed in embarrassment, not daring to look at his expression. If someone hadn't rang the doorbell suddenly, he would have pushed him away without hesitation.
It's always been his own passion, alas, that's all!
Ling Mobei was lying on the bed, his head still a little dizzy. Suddenly he smelled the aroma of food. He opened his eyes and saw Xu Chuanyang bringing a table with several plates of vegetables on it. It turned out that just now
The person who rings the doorbell is the delivery guy.
"Does your head still hurt?" He put down his chopsticks and looked over.
"Kind of."
"Can I eat?"
Ling Mobei sat up with one hand on the bed. When he stood up, he could reach the table with his hand. Although he was usually very cruel to him, there were times when he would be very careful, such as now.
"Do you always order takeout?" Ling Mobei lowered his head to eat. He probably felt that being silent like this was very uncomfortable, so he asked him.
“A person is too lazy to cook, so he orders takeout when he’s hungry.”
"The things outside are not clean. When I get better, I will do it for you."
Xu Chuanyang was about to pick up a piece of bitter melon when he was a little surprised when he heard this, "Can you cook?"
Ling Mobei nodded and looked at him with a smile, "Although it's not very delicious, it's no problem filling your stomach."
Xu Chuanyang hummed and continued to eat. On the surface, he seemed indifferent, but his heart was already filled with emotions. He still remembered that at that time, he filled the refrigerator at home with various ingredients, but he only bought them for filling.
If it falls out, he will replace it with another batch. He can't stand this wasteful practice.
"Who did you learn it from?"
"Self-taught." Ling Mobei seemed to be recalling that past event and spoke with some enthusiasm, "Because we often run around in disaster areas, each of us has developed the ability to be self-reliant. Sometimes I
I cook Chinese food for them and they still love it."
Seeing his complacent look, Xu Chuanyang also smiled and said, "Let's eat quickly."
"Yes." He nodded vigorously and ate in a good mood. He could feel the change in Xu Chuanyang's attitude toward him. He was no longer as cold and bored as before. No matter what the reason was, he could be like this with him.
He was already very happy after having a quiet meal.
When Xu Chuanyang came back from the army again, Ling Mobei's illness was almost healed.
He opened the door and smelled the aroma of rice. When he hesitated, he forgot to put the key back in his pocket and just stood there in a daze.
Behind the frosted glass in the kitchen, a figure is busy, and the aroma of the restaurant comes from there.
After being stunned for a long time, he suddenly strode over and opened the glass door with a bang.
"Minghao."
Ling Mobei looked at him in surprise and asked in confusion: "What did you say?"
Ling Mobei didn't ask any more questions, but continued to fight with the pots and pans.
For a young man like him who has been pampered since he was a child, standing in a kitchen with fumes and fussing with some pots and pans seems a bit inconsistent. Moreover, although he says he can cook, he really doesn't know how to cook.
What was produced was just unsatisfactory.
Standing in front of the dining table, Ling Mobei wiped the sweat from his face and looked at the plates of not-so-good-looking food on the table with some embarrassment, "How about I make it again."
"It doesn't matter, just eat it." Apart from noodles, Xu Chuanyang has no other picky eaters. He doesn't like noodles because his family was poor when he was a child and couldn't afford vegetables and fish. A pot of noodles can often last a day, and he has eaten it for many years.
noodles, so much so that now I feel like vomiting when I see noodles.
Although these dishes don't look good, they taste pretty good.
Ling Mobei held the chopsticks and stared at him nervously, fearing that he would spit out the food, "Does it taste good?"
"Not bad." Xu Chuanyang picked up a piece of ribs, "What are you looking at me to do to see if I can eat enough?"
Ling Mobei chuckled, lowered his head and started eating.
"By the way, since you haven't been at home these days, someone came to collect the water and electricity bills, so I paid them."
Xu Chuanyang put down his bowl and chopsticks and said in a funny way: "Idiot, that's a liar. Only people come to check the meter, how can anyone collect water and electricity bills on the spot."
"Ah?" Ling Mobei looked in disbelief, "Why is there such a thing? I thought..."
"This is not Switzerland." Xu Chuanyang smiled, looking very happy, "I can only deceive a simple and unscrupulous person like you."
"You're still laughing." Ling Mobei was very annoyed, "More than three hundred yuan, enough for us to eat for several days."
If three hundred yuan were exchanged for ordinary people, they would probably feel distressed for a while, but when it comes from Ling Mobei's mouth, it feels inconsistent. Three hundred yuan is nothing more than drizzle to him. He wears
A pair of socks probably costs more than this.
But Xu Chuanyang didn't smile. He could see that Ling Mobei was really distressed.
"There is a football match tomorrow, do you want to go and watch it?" In order to divert his attention, Xu Chuanyang remembered the two tickets given to him by his friend.
"Okay, is it football?"
"Um."
He cheered happily, "It's great, I'm going crazy at home."
In order to watch the game, he went out to buy the team's jersey and football. Xu Chuanyang laughed at him, "You dress so formally, I can guarantee that the team you support will not win."
"Impossible." He confidently played with the football on his feet, "Although I don't watch your Chinese football in Switzerland, I know that this team is very powerful. It's like blocking people and killing people. It's like... it's like...
..." He frowned, unable to remember.
"Buddha blocks and kills Buddha."
"Yes." Ling Mobei sighed, "Chinese language and culture are really broad and profound."
"Not bad, not bad, I also know the word "broad and profound".
"I also know a lot of things, such as the golden cicada escapes from its shell, the childhood sweethearts, everyone is happy, and the food is delicious."
Xu Chuanyang corrected him, "Fragrant food is not an idiom. If it's just four words, it's an idiom."
"Really?" Ling Mobei accepted the lesson with an open mind, "If I have the chance, I will definitely buy an idiom dictionary."
Xu Chuanyang smiled and said: "Are you ready to abandon medicine and pursue literature?"
"Is it an idiom to abandon medicine and pursue literature?"
"Let's go quickly, there will be a traffic jam soon."
"Haha, Xu Chuanyang, you must not know that, right?" He hooked the ball on his foot upwards and caught it deftly with his hands.
Xu Chuanyang just smiled and said nothing, threw the car keys to him, "You drive."
When they arrived at the stadium, the seats were almost full. The two found their seats and sat down. Next to Ling Mobei was a girl. Ever since he sat down, his eyes had been glancing here intentionally or unintentionally. Ling Mobei
He smiled politely at her and whispered to Xu Chuanyang: "She must be interested in me."
"Your narcissism hasn't changed at all."
"I'm handsome, I know it."
Faced with his confident and arrogant words, Xu Chuanyang suddenly leaned out and waved to the girl, "Hello."
When the girl saw such a handsome man greeting her, her eyes suddenly filled with tears and she stammered: "You...you...okay."
Xu Chuanyang glanced at Ling Mobei provocatively, and the latter curled his lips and remained silent.