Ding Chengxin returned to his small rental room and looked at the small living room. He felt like he was back at home. Although the room was not big, it was very warm, which made him like the current environment very much. At least he didn't have to face it every day. His so-called younger brother.
Song Yaxuan was lying on the sofa, pressing the remote control in his hand to select the TV program that was about to be broadcast. When he heard a voice coming from the door, he raised his eyes and took a look:
songyaxuan"You still know how to come back?"
songyaxuan"I'm starving to death."
Ding Chengxin glanced at him helplessly and said:
dingchengxin"Then why don't you cook for yourself?"
songyaxuan"Look at what you are holding in your hand."
songyaxuan"That's right, there's nothing left in the fridge. What do you want me to do with it?"
Ding Chengxin thought of the purpose of buying food, but he didn't expect something else to happen halfway through, so he forgot about it. He did come back a little late, and he forgot to tell Song Yaxuan. He scratched his head and said apologetically:
dingchengxin"Alright, alright, don't be angry."
dingchengxin"I bought you your favorite lobster today, and I'll make spicy crayfish for you tonight"
Song Yaxuan gave him a look of disgust, but he still swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and ordered him to sit there like an uncle:
songyaxuan"Then why don't you go and do it for me?"
dingchengxin"Okay, okay, Wei Chen obeys!"
Ding Chengxin came to the kitchen and prepared everything one by one. He washed a few fruits for it first, cut them and put them on a plate, took them out and put them in front of him, and said:
dingchengxin"You eat this first to fill your stomach"
songyaxuan"You're so good to me, come and kiss me."
dingchengxin"Don't make trouble, I'll cook for you."
Ding Chengxin dodged his attack, with a real smile on his face, walked quickly to the kitchen, picked up an apron from the side and tied it around his waist, preparing all kinds of materials, but his mind was always Li Hongru's words
However, he did not seem to have seen Ma Jiaqi for a long time...
Both times he talked to him, he said that he had something to do, but he didn't tell him anything specific. If he wanted to talk to him, he also said that it was inconvenient.
Did something happen?
Water gurgled out of the pot. Ding Chengxin regained his senses and immediately unplugged the power supply, but his fingers were still scalded by the hot water, and the pain was red. If it was not cleaned up in time, rows of small blisters would grow.
He frowned and put his hand under the faucet. The moment he touched his skin, there was a slight tingling, and Ding Chengxin felt a little remorseful.
If you knew it earlier, you wouldn't have been careful when cooking. This is what happens when you pay attention.
But he still took out the phone from his pocket, opened the WeChat interface, found Ma Jiaqi's WeChat, hesitated for a long time, typed out a row of words and sent it to him
The content is: Are you coming over for dinner tonight?
He sent it out less than two minutes before the other party replied. He eagerly returned to WeChat, and when he saw what the other party said, he suddenly felt a little lost
The other party replied: I can't do it today, I can't get away with something, and I will eat with you in a few days.
Ding Chengxin didn't reply. He stirred the soup that had just come out of the pot, suppressed the sense of loss in his heart, comforted himself, helped the other party find excuses, and said in his heart, "Maybe there is something really wrong.",
Ding Chengxin felt that he was getting more and more upset. He put down the spoon in his hand, his eyes flashed with a firm light, and he silently made a decision
No, I have to go to his house tomorrow to see, what is so busy that I haven't come to see me for so many days...
