In the supermarket, Ling Mobei was looking for a cart with a pile of food in his arms.
Xu Chuanyang laughed at him, "You are really stupid if you don't find the car first and then get the things."
A young man passed by pushing an empty cart. Xu Chuanyang patted him on the shoulder and said, "Hey, give him the cart."
The young man turned around, just about to have an attack, when he looked at Xu Chuanyang again, with a handsome appearance and a cold brow. After thinking about it, he pushed the car in front of Ling Mobei and said with a smile: "You use it, you use it, I will find another one."
tower."
After the young man finished speaking, he ran away quickly.
Ling Mobei looked at Xu Chuanyang with admiration, "How did you do it?"
"Put the stuff in."
Ling Mobei immediately threw a lot of things in his arms into the car and felt relaxed.
Xu Chuanyang had already strode to the deli area in front. Ling Mobei pushed the car and chased after him. He was still reluctant to answer the question just now, "Xu Chuanyang, how on earth did you do that?"
Xu Chuanyang picked up a bag of bacon, looked at the date, turned his head to look at the curious face beside him, and suddenly his eyes turned cold, "You took two bags of green peppers, you don't need so many."
Ling Mobei was stunned for a moment, then reflexively picked up a pack of green peppers and ran back to the original place. Then he quickly ran back and said, "Put it back."
He looked at Xu Chuanyang, who suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand to rub the top of his head, and threw the bag of bacon into the shopping cart.
Ling Mobei suddenly realized that he had obeyed his words unconditionally and completely succumbed to the intimidating power of his strong aura. While admiring him, he couldn't help but wave his hand away and muttered: "I told you not to rub my hands."
My head feels like a puppy."
Xu Chuanyang pushed his car and said, "Go over there and have a look, puppy."
"I'm not a puppy."
"Got it, puppy."
"Xu Chuanyang..." Ling Mobei became angry, pushing the car and striding after him, "I like Tibetan mastiffs, they are ferocious and strong, but I don't like puppies."
"Tibetan mastiffs were also puppies when they were little."
Unable to defeat him, Ling Mobei spoke cracklingly in English. Knowing that he didn't understand, he gave him the middle finger with a successful look on his face.
How could Xu Chuanyang lose to him? He spoke English, so he spoke Japanese to him. Several customers looked back strangely, thinking that these two people were really strange. Can they communicate with each other in English and Japanese?
Ling Mobei asked in confusion: "Why do you speak Japanese?"
"Self-taught, this is the difference between a genius and a fool." Xu Chuanyang did not continue to discuss this issue with him, pointing to the fresh eggplants on the shelf in front of him, "Can you do this?"
Ling Mobei shook his head, "This is... Qizi."
"It's eggplant, pronounce it twice."
"Eggplant... you can buy some, it says 'convenience' on it."
Xu Chuanyang laughed and couldn't help but rub the top of his head again, "It's cheap. Do you want to go to the toilet? You still want to have a bowel movement."
"Cheap." Ling Mobei imitated Xu Chuanyang's accent, "I remember it."
He put the eggplant into the cart and asked, "What else should I buy?"
"Would you like some seafood?"
"good."
The two of them chose a live fish in the seafood area. Looking at the cart full of things, Ling Mobei scratched his head, "I can't do much."
"If you don't know how to cook, you can learn. I've found a good teacher for you." Xu Chuanyang picked up a recipe book and put it in.
Although cooking was a hard job, Ling Mobei still happily stayed in the kitchen washing and frying. On the stove beside him was the "teacher" Xu Chuanyang invited for him.
But he couldn't understand Chinese characters at all, so he could only put the materials in according to the color pictures.
"Xu Chuanyang, I don't know these words, please take a look."
Xu Chuanyang came over with a cigarette in his mouth, picked up the recipe he handed over, and read: "Tear the eggplant into strips by hand, beat the garlic into minced garlic..."
With a bang, Ling Mobei flattened a garlic clove and asked happily: "Is that so?"
"It seems so."
He patted several heads of garlic again and suddenly covered his eyes as if he was in pain.
"What's wrong?" Xu Chuanyang hurriedly put the recipe aside.
"Garlic juice splashed into my eyes, it's spicy." Ling Mobei closed one eye, and tears flowed from the eye where the garlic juice had entered.
Xu Chuanyang hurriedly pushed his head under the sink, turned on the faucet and rinsed it like cabbage.
"Wow." He choked on the water and shouted, "Xu Chuanyang, you are going to drown me... wow."
Xu Chuanyang ignored him and rubbed his eyes hard, cleaning them thoroughly. He brought him a towel to wipe the water on his face and hair. He complained dissatisfiedly, "Did you just want to kill me?"
"The dog bit Lu Dongbin."
"Lu Dongbin? What's wrong with Lu Dongbin? You want to say that I'm a dog again, don't you?"
"Lu Dongbin is a legendary figure." He took away the towel and found that his eye was red. "Does it still hurt?"
"A bit." Ling Mobei rubbed his eyes, "It's really spicy."
Before he finished speaking, Xu Chuanyang suddenly leaned over and stared into his eyes very intently. His shadow was reflected in the eyes as blue as the sea, and gradually condensed into a small black dot.
Ling Mobei couldn't help but take a step back and leaned on the cooking table. He grabbed his shoulders, lowered his head, and kissed his lips.
Ling Mobei's eyes widened and he looked at him in shock.
There was a slight coolness on his lips, but if he felt it carefully, there was also a warm taste. He was intoxicated by the taste and closed his eyes gently. At this moment, happiness was like a gentle hand, gently
She embraced him lovingly, gave him the dazzling afternoon paradise, and gave him the bright sunshine of thousands of miles.
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In the water basin, the live fish I just bought seemed to be jealous and couldn't help but stir around.
Xu Chuanyang reached out and patted his blushing face, waking up Du Zi who was still enjoying himself.
Ling Mobei coughed twice in embarrassment, feeling a little at a loss. He turned around, looking for something to distract himself.
"Xu Chuanyang, don't you want to eat braised carp? You can kill the fish for me." He pointed to the fish in the pond, "It's too stubborn and I can't subdue it."
"You can't do this little thing well, you are really an idiot." He wanted to rub the top of his head again, but he cleverly dodged back and said with a smile: "I'm guarding you."
Xu Chuanyang picked up the fish and said, "Hurry up, we have to play football tonight."
"I know, kill it quickly."
The body of the fish was very slippery, and even Xu Chuanyang could not help but be unable to control this stubborn guy. The carp jumped out of his hand and fell to the ground, with its tail and head slapping against the ground.
Ling Mobei shouted in panic, "Xu Chuanyang, catch it quickly."
Xu Chuanyang leaned over to catch the fish, while Ling Mobei was helping. The two grown men were stumped by a small fish. They caught it and then it slipped away, leaving them in a state of embarrassment in a matter of seconds.
"I can't do it anymore." Ling Mobei sat down on the ground, his face and body covered with fish scales, "It must have been sent by God to play with me. It's too powerful in combat."
How could Xu Chuanyang endure being defeated by a fish? He took the kitchen knife on the chopping board, raised the knife and dropped it cleanly, "I originally wanted to keep the whole body."
Ling Mobei was dumbfounded. He picked up a piece of fish tail and said, "I don't even have to chop the fish."