mismatch pheromone

Chapter 138

Yu Jinghai, however, hung his head sullenly, passed by his side, and washed his hands under the faucet.

Zhou Xi frowned slightly, feeling an unspeakable depression in her heart, and scratched the rolling pin with her fingers involuntarily.

Yu Jinghai washed his hands clean, took out a tissue from his trouser pocket, took out a piece of paper, turned around and rubbed the tip of Zhou Xi's pretty nose.

"What's the matter... Did you roll the dough or did you roll it?" Yu Jinghai said hoarsely, blocking Zhou Xi's view with a tissue, and then softened his gaze after staring at him.

This softness made her breathing hard, "Just let you not compete with the kitchen..."

Zhou Xi stood motionless, feeling the gentle force of wiping him, his mood was even more chaotic, and he couldn't help it, so he opened his lips, and said "Jing Hai" so lightly that it was almost inaudible. go out--

But he was covered by the loud voice of the old lady who turned a corner and fell back.

"Hey, I forgot, I got a new knife, you need to use it later..."

Old Madam Yu appeared at the door holding a bright-edged kitchen knife, and she stretched it forward.

Yu Jinghai's eyelids jumped in shock from his mother's knife, and he immediately raised his arms, stopping Zhou Xi and retreating behind him.

"What are you doing, Mom, you are the one passing the knife like this? If you accidentally scratch someone..."

Yu Jinghai, who was impatient for a while, criticized his old lady blurt out, his face was still a little blue.

"..." The old lady let the knife go back awkwardly, put it on the chopping board next to her, and spat at her son angrily, "Look at this nervousness, I forget my mother after marrying a wife, and I still swing the kitchen knife every day. Why aren't you afraid of scratching my old woman?"

"I can't compare to your skill at using a kitchen knife. If he doesn't have that ability, he won't be able to use a knife, and he won't be able to do it..."

While Yu Jinghai was giving the old lady the fire, he also drove Zhou Xi out of the kitchen.

The kitchen was occupied by Yu Jinghai alone, and Zhou Xi, like at home, didn't even think about stepping in.

Zhou Xi wanted to ask the old lady for help, but the old lady had an attitude of surrender.

"I handed him a knife and he's about to blow up, don't go in, or he's really guilty and can tear down the kitchen..."

When Yu Jinghai finished his work in the kitchen and came out with several large plates of dim sum, those dim sum were quickly divided up by relatives.

He snatched back a plate, passed the old lady's seat, and handed it to Zhou Xi.

The old lady touched the air, shook her head and lamented that her son was too big to stay, Zhou Xi sent the disk back very sensiblely.

Only then did the old lady laugh out of wrinkled face, picked up one piece, and there was one piece left on the plate.

Zhou Xi looked at the small pastry on the plate, then at Yu Jinghai who was sitting a few seats away from him, thought for a moment, then broke the pastry into two, and handed the other half over.

"Don't eat." Yu Jinghai didn't answer, his voice was stiff, and his eyes turned to the corner of the wall.

Zhou Xi silently took back the snacks, combined them into one, and ate them all by herself.

The dessert tasted delicious, but Teacher Zhou felt rather melancholy.

Big whales don't like snacks, so what if this coaxing method is useless?

One of them sat on the left and the other sat on the right. They ate Yu's snacks in the old house of Yu's family, and even chatted with the old lady about homework.

As the evening approached, Mrs. Yu rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen, threatening to show her daughter-in-law some superb cooking skills, so she urged Yu Jinghai and Zhou Xi out of the compound, and asked Zhou Xi to take a stroll around the town.

The small town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the air is fresh. Compared with big cities, it is inferior in the aspects of inconvenient transportation and living environment, but the advantage is that the natural scenery is not bad.

Zhou Xi followed Yu Jinghai and walked through the streets and alleys of the town, as if influenced by the leisurely, quiet and free atmosphere of the town, her pace gradually became slower and slower.

The mottled eaves and wall corridors, the vicissitudes of the bungalow courtyard, the small stalls of old handicrafts...the blue bricks and black tiles, the shadows of the trees...

The surrounding landscape style makes him stop sometimes, as if he can still see the heavy historical imprint and cultural charm.

He watched carefully, and was even more quiet. If he didn't ask something, Yu Jinghai would not speak.

Even if the estrangement and suspicion persist, he still feels that he will be with this person all the way, and he can feel at ease wherever he goes.

The wonderful simplicity and freshness are not only the scenery, but also the people.

Finally Zhou Xi stopped in front of a small bookstore.

The owner of the bookstore is an old man, wearing reading glasses, running around, moving books and dismantling bookshelves.

Zhou Xi approached a little closer, glanced across the room full of books, and found that the scope of his research was quite wide, so he couldn't help asking a few more questions curiously.

The uncle sighed and explained with a wry smile, "The store is going to be closed. The bookstore doesn't make much money, so my son won't let me continue to prodigal..."

There was also a little regret on Zhou Xi's face. The uncle obviously loves books. Although it is a pity that this store is closed, every family has a hard-to-read scripture, and others should not talk about it.

He said he couldn't talk, but he wanted to do something.

"Then can I buy a book?" Zhou Xi asked.

"Okay." The uncle said bluntly, "I think you seem to like these things. You don't seem to be a local, you are from a foreign place. You can choose whatever you want."

Zhou Xi looked at the half-dismantled bookshelf next to it, and then picked out a book from it, "This one."

As soon as he finished speaking, the book in his hand was swept away by a big palm that suddenly protruded.

Yu Jinghai, who was behind him, walked around to the front, held the book in his hands, glanced at the cover, and saw the title clearly - "The Old Man and the Sea".

"Hey, isn't this Ah Hai?" The uncle straightened his reading glasses and said in surprise, "This is your friend? Why don't you make a sound when you come, why are you hiding behind..."

"Uncle Feng." Yu Jinghai immediately called someone, and then reached out to take out his trouser pocket, "I'll buy this book."

It's hard to tell the truth if I didn't show up just now, so I can only talk about this book first.

The town is not big, and Yu Jinghai often helped his neighbors before he went out to work, and he got to know each other once and for all, and he was very close to many people here, but he was most afraid of this Uncle Feng.

Other than his old lady, this uncle is most worried about finding a partner. Whenever he sees him, he will always ask if he has a partner.

This time he brought it back to his hometown. It was decided that he would leave after the show. He was not considered an object. If he bumped into him, he would have to explain, and this old man might say something terrible.

Yu Jinghai wanted to pay the bill and leave immediately, but Uncle Feng shook his hand at him, "No charge, I'm so familiar, what do you pay back for a book, if you want to buy it, I will give it to you... By the way, do you have a date? ?”

"..."

Sure enough, the expected problem still popped up.

Yu Jinghai's neck was stiff, and he was determined not to let his gaze deviate to the side. Now he became dumb again, staring at the book cover, and didn't say anything to the uncle.

"Thank you, Uncle Feng." Zhou Xi said with a smile, and took away the book Yu Jinghai was clutching in his hand, "I'm going home with him to see my mother this time."

"What?! Are you A Hai's date?!" Uncle Feng's eyes widened, and he looked up and down Zhou Xi in front of him with his reading glasses, "A Hai, where did you come from? You are so clever!"

Uncle Feng gave a thumbs up, and said, "I'm very accurate. Hmm... age, it looks younger than you."

"...Uncle Feng, this book really doesn't cost money?" Yu Jinghai tried hard to end the old man's rambling topic.

"You are in such an excellent match! Your uncle is happy for you. The book will definitely be given to you as a gift and a blessing." Uncle Feng continued to wave his hands generously, and then patted Yu Jinghai on the shoulder happily.

"Good guy, I dare say that our direction is wrong, and the people who matched you are all wrong. I said earlier that you like boys and not girls!"

Yu Jinghai's scalp was about to burn, so he quickly thanked Uncle Feng and said goodbye, and then quickly pulled Zhou Xi away, away from the small bookstore.

Zhou Xi held the book in his arms, and was dragged out by him for a certain distance before he reacted abruptly and let go of his hand.

The sunset glow hung like glazed over the wooden eaves, Zhou Xi slowed down, raised her hand and caressed the book.

The corner pages are slightly yellowed, but they are still well preserved.

Then his fingertips slid back to the cover, tapping on it intentionally or unintentionally.

In the dim light and shadow, the title of the book is not very clear, but the context of other things becomes clear.

He has read the content of the book before, and he is familiar with the plot of the story. He really likes this book, but he bought it on a whim.

But holding the book and looking at the people beside him at this moment, he suddenly seemed to have accumulated all the courage he wanted, and he didn't want to think about it any more, and he didn't wait or hesitate anymore.

The surging waves in his heart pushed him forward, facing the colorful rays of light, he stopped Yu Jinghai through the scene.

Yu Jinghai turned his head to look at him with doubts on his face.

Then he made another sound and asked, "Can we really make up?"