On Ding Man's birthday, Weng Qiange went there early.
It wasn't that she was particularly active, but Ding Man was waiting at school, and when she got out of class, he blocked her.
"Thousand Songs."
Ding Man bought a bunch of things and waved to Weng Qiange, "I bought a lot. There was a big sale in the supermarket. I thought you were about to finish class, so I came to pick you up so that you couldn't find a place."
"Isn't Gu Chen busy?
I won’t bother him to pick you up, let’s go.”
"OK."
Weng Qiange had no objection. Since he had already agreed to Gu Chen, why not make another compromise?
The two rushed to Chinatown.
Ding Man has just arrived here and is not very fluent in all aspects of life and English communication, so it is more convenient to live here.
The place is not big, enough for her and a girl.
The two of them moved everything into the kitchen, and Ding Man started to organize it, rolled up his sleeves and glanced at Weng Qiange, "I'll do it..." After a pause, "How about you follow suit and learn from me about life matters,
It’s better to be a little bit better.”
"Um."
Weng Qiange nodded, "I'm not incompetent at all."
Although Gu Chen took good care of her, it didn't mean that she was a useless person.
Smart people always know everything.
While the two were busy, Weng Qiange asked, "Have you ordered the cake?"
Gu Chen should have ordered it."
"No."
Ding Man shook his head and said with a smile, "Originally he was going to order it, but I stopped him.
It’s too expensive, so I’ll do it myself. Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I’ll do it myself.”
He raised his hand and pointed at the refrigerator.
"Well, I made it early in the morning and kept it in the refrigerator. It will taste just right when I eat it later."
"Let me see."
Weng Qiange ran to open the refrigerator and was really surprised.
Don't tell me, the cake is really good.
She thought for a moment, and since she couldn't change reality, it wasn't unacceptable to be able to get along with Ding Man like this.
She finally knew the origin of the word Aiwujiwu.
Throughout the afternoon, Weng Qiange helped Ding Man, and the two of them got along well.
When Gu Chen arrived, he saw them busy in the kitchen talking and laughing, and he couldn't help but be stunned. This scene was something he had never dared to imagine before.
When his eyes touched Weng Qiange's bright smile, Gu Chen felt as if he had been stung, feeling painful, itchy and numb.
"Gu Chen is here."
"What are you doing standing there?
Wash your hands quickly and come over to help."
Weng Qiange quietly squeezed her nose at him.
Gu Chen smiled and said, "Okay."
"Need not."
Ding Man stopped him and came over to take his coat, "I don't need your help. I'm tired after a long day. Let's go and rest first."
There will be something to eat soon."
"It's okay..." Gu Chen shook his head and refused, running to Weng Qiange, "What do you want me to do?"
Weng Qiange was not polite to him, "Here, poke the pit out of the cherry."
"good."
Ding Man saw this kind of intimacy as if no one else was around and hated it in his heart.
In the end, it was Gu Chen who took charge.
Ding Man refused, but Gu Chen insisted, "I'll do it. You are the birthday boy today, so take a rest."
But while talking, he secretly glanced at Weng Qiange.
What he really meant was that Weng Qiange was used to eating what he cooked, and he still remembered the last time Ding Man made it, Qiange didn't even use his chopsticks.
Qian Ge has the kind of physique that makes it easy to lose weight. She loses weight very easily if she doesn't eat well. Her good sister Feng Xiaoxiao is particularly envious of her.
But in Gu Chen, it was a troublesome thing.
The dinner was sumptuous, and the taste was more heavy-flavored, which Chika likes.
Weng Qiange ate delicious food, and Gu Chen was very pleased.
The only one who doesn't know the taste of food is Ding Man.
"Gu Chen."
Ding Man tapped the table, which caught Gu Chen's idea, and reached out to him, "Where's my birthday gift?"
"Of course I'm ready."
Gu Chen stood up with a smile, "Wait a minute."
After a while, the man came back, holding a small red box in his hand and placing it in front of Ding Man.
"What is it?"
Weng Qiange stretched his neck, "It looks like a necklace or a bracelet?"