Chi Guang

Chapter 34

In Nuoda's two-bedroom, one-living room, Mu Shihai was sitting on the sofa with cushions in his arms, his slightly stiff sitting posture was at a loss, and the screams of the three dozen bone spirits on the TV did not come into his head. Warm white light illuminated the living room, light gray The carpet is soft under the feet, the light yellow wallpaper is dotted with a few lavender flowers blooming in the corner, the windows are bright and clean wherever you look, and a pot of Jianlan is light and quiet under the TV cabinet.From the kitchen behind the TV wall, a few streams of steaming mist occasionally wafted through the crack of the door, and even closing the door couldn't stop the humming of the range hood—Xu Chichuan was cooking.

He seldom had the experience of being a guest at home, and couldn't remember how he entered the house in a daze and changed his shoes. Xu Chichuan was like a cub who was happy to offer treasures, wishing to bring out all his belongings and put them in front of him.

"Brother, do you watch TV?"

"Brother, do you drink juice or tea? There is no NFC for you at home. If you want to drink, I will buy it."

"Brother, are you sleepy? Come into my room and sleep for a while?"

"Brother, I have a game console, do you play video games?"

"elder brother……"

"Drink tea, don't play games, don't be sleepy," the child finally stopped and sat beside him while pressing his eager hand: "Don't make trouble, be obedient."

The water boiled, and the electric kettle was bubbling and bubbling. Xu Chichuan found out the Pu'er and black tea that Xu Youhua had hidden inside and set up a coffee table: "Which one should you drink?"

"Pu'er."

Unscrewing the lid, the scent of nectar came out, Xu Chichuan knocked off a large piece without hesitation, and quickly put it away, pretending nothing happened, not thinking about what Xu Youhua saw that his precious Pu'er was missing a piece after returning home expression.

Take a sip, and the golden yellow liquid enters the throat and instantly produces fluid on the cheeks. It is an ancient tea tree in the deepest part of the virgin forest. The sun and rain seep into the soil and sneak into the roots of the tree, leaving a fragrance on the lips and teeth.

"Good tea."

"Ah?" Xu Chichuan tasted it, his face wrinkled into bun folds: "Pfft! Bitter."

Mu Shihai pushed the orange juice in front of him: "Drink this."

The astringent taste slowly dissipated in his mouth, Xu Chichuan kicked off the slippers and crossed his legs on the sofa: "My dad also said that the tea is delicious, but I can't drink it."

"You are young."

Xu Chichuan stared at him unconvinced: "You are only one year older than me."

After drinking the tea in the cup, Mu Shihai put down the cup and patted his head: "It's not about age."

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" The palms were pressed to the forehead, and everything was clear at a glance when they sat opposite each other: "Is it dizzy? Do you want to sleep?"

"not sleepy."

Goo, goo, goo, goo.

The stomach is rumbling, someone is hungry.Xu Chichuan chuckled, revealing two bright little canine teeth: Hungry? "

"……Um."

"I'll cook for you," Xu Chichuan jumped off the sofa and went into the kitchen with his slippers on: "Rice or noodles?"

"noodle."

"Wait, it will be fine in a while."

The fireworks in the world break into the hearts of young people full of thorns.

After the last brew of tea, the kitchen door opened, and Xu Chichuan eagerly placed the steaming bowl on the table. The chopped green onions of various sizes were particularly eye-catching, and he stuffed the chopsticks into his hands: "Eat."

The noodles in the bowl were almost overflowing, and the chopsticks couldn't move them: "...how much did you pour?"

"Just a handful." Clasped hands in a circle and showed him, "Just a small handful."

"I can't finish it." Mu Shihai looked at him and then at him, a little dumbfounded: "Bring a bowl, let's eat together."

Two pairs of chopsticks, one large and one small, two bowls, two small benches lined up, sitting obediently waiting to be fed.

"I didn't put any vegetables," Xu Chichuan whispered, "There is only lettuce left at home."

"it is good."

The chopsticks poked something soft, and Mu Shihai pushed aside the noodles, revealing the fried egg hidden underneath.

is two.

Firmly and obstinately rejected the proposal to divide the eggs, Xu Chichuan put half a bowl of noodles into the bowl and hid to the side to suck it up: "It's specially fried for you, you have to finish it."

I ate two fried eggs, and the soup base also had diced and sliced ​​ham sausage and chopped seaweed.

Things in the Xu family's kitchen are all men's business, but with Xu Youhua around, Xu Chichuan seldom goes into the kitchen to make food for himself, and his skills are at best poisonous.For example, in this bowl of noodles, several noodles are not cooked enough and are filled with flour. They are lumped together and become lumps. Too much soy sauce is a bit too salty, and the eggs are a little bit burnt and black and bitter.After pouring three glasses of water in one breath, Mu Shihai's face turned pale: "Zai Zai,"

"Ok?"

"You... beat the salt seller to death?"

"...No," Xu Chichuan put down the bowl, his knuckles creaked, and his dimples smiled kindly: "But I can kill you." The young master closed his mouth and poured every noodle in the bowl Eat clean.There were two empty bowls left on the table, and the two stared at each other. Xu Chichuan spread his hands with an innocent face: "The cook doesn't wash the dishes."

"...I am a patient, and I fainted today."

"Ah!" Xu Chichuan put his hands behind his back: "My arm is broken!"

Mu Shihai: ...

I had no choice but to roll up my sleeves and walk towards the kitchen with the bowl in my hand, but there was a little bastard still gloating behind my back: "Wash it up~"

...The hand holding the dish towel clenched into a fist, and then loosened it in a useless manner.

"Don't be unhappy," Xu Chichuan leaned against the door frame with a bag of chocolates in his arms and looked at him: "Those who can do more work;"

"Come on, open your mouth, ah—" Peel off the candy wrapper to reveal a black chocolate ball, and the bitter aroma of cocoa beans is in the mouth: "Brother, you have worked hard."