Antidote

If it's normal, a month ago, even if Cheng Ke was thinking about something, Jiang Yuduo's action would not have a particularly great impact on him. At most, it was a bit boring after the surge of emotion.

But now, he hasn't seen Jiang Yuduo for quite a long time. When he saw it suddenly, he was a little dazed. When he suddenly came back, Cheng Ke didn't know where he kicked.

Jiang Yu won’t feel much, and he seems to be in a good mood, otherwise he wouldn’t make such a move. At this time, he stumbled and said aloud: "My internal strength is very strong, maybe I have become one It means Zen."

"Shut up and go your way." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo laughed for a while before accepting: "Are you alone in the New Year?"

"Well," Cheng Ke nodded. "Otherwise, will I go home? Cheng Yi won't let me go back."

"Did he tell you not to return?" Jiang Yuduo glanced at him.

"No, he said let me go back." Cheng Ke frowned.

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak.

Cheng Ke thought of these things a little annoying, so he changed the topic: "Are you entering my house?"

"...Ah," Jiang Yuduo rubbed his nose. "I went to check it before I went out. Don't you stop there? I'm afraid you don't understand anything. Get a fire and gas leaks."

"I'm not so wasteful." Cheng Ke said.

"The plugs weren't pulled out, they were all plugged in," Jiang Yuduo said. "The balcony windows are still half-open. If I don't go there, the house will be all gray now."

"Did I not close the window?" Cheng Ke froze.

"It's okay." Jiang Yuduo said.

"I probably..." Cheng Ke sighed, the emotion when he left, let alone the window, the door might be closed, "I didn't pay attention."

During the Chinese New Year, all the restaurants, especially the restaurants with good business in this area, basically have to rank the Chinese food, which will be the peak of the meal. Cheng Ke looked at the equal number in the lounge at the door of the hotel. Appetite.

"No more." He said, "I really don't want to wait, it's too annoying."

"I treat guests." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Huh?" Cheng Ke looked at him.

"If you let you entertain you, you will stop eating, then I will invite you." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Get off!" Cheng Ke pointed to the people in the shop. "In this formation, no one invites me to eat."

"So what to do," Jiang Yuduo said, "change the place."

Cheng Ke couldn't make up his mind. It's estimated that he would have to wait for any hot pot restaurant at this time. In this weather, there is nothing cooler than hot pot.

"Otherwise," Jiang Yuduo hesitated. "If you really don't want to wait... just do it yourself?"

"Me?" Cheng Ke pointed at himself in shock. "I made it myself? Did I make it for you to eat?"

"Don't eat," Jiang Yu grabbed a frown, "I'll do it."

"That line." Cheng Ke answered immediately.

Jiang Yuduo looked at him and gave a snorted sound.

However, after driving a car to the supermarket, Cheng Ke felt that their brains might be frozen.

"It's from the beginning of buying, isn't it shorter than waiting at the restaurant?" he asked.

"Then sitting on the sofa at home watching TV and playing with mobile phones is better than waiting in a restaurant," Jiang Yuduo's thinking is still clear. "Are you reluctant to wait there, or not at all?" Willing to wait?"

"Buy materials." Cheng Ke pointed to the supermarket.

He didn't want to wait at all, but if he was in the cat house with Jiang Yu, then it would be fine to wait for a while.

"Spicy, yeah," Jiang Yu grabbed a trolley and pushed, "buy the stock first."

"Well." Cheng Ke followed him, "I don't understand, you look at it, I will check out later."

"Then you go to the queue first," Jiang Yuduo said, "there are many people, save time first."

"Oh." Cheng Ke glanced at the cash register, and there were indeed many people.

Sometimes he didn’t understand that he had been buying it for a year, and he had bought it for a month, but he hadn’t bought it yet.

"Go." Jiang Yuduo said.

Don't want to go.

Even if he wasn't walking with Jiang Yuduo in the supermarket, he didn't want to go to the stand standing in line.

"Huh." He responded again, but still pretended to follow Jiang Yuduo and walked slowly to look at the shelves.

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything, looking at him.

"I'm not going." Cheng Ke said.

"What about you ass?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"Just whatever." Cheng Ke replied cheeky.

Jiang Yuduo didn't ask him to queue again, pushed the car quickly, grabbed a bunch of things on the shelf, and hurried over to the cold side.

Cheng Ke looked behind him, he didn't want to help, mainly because he didn't know what materials were needed, and he only reached out when he arrived at the freezer.

"Is this a lamb roll?" He took a box of meat and looked at it.

"You're blind," Jiang Yuduo said, "you can't read it with words on it, beef, beef cattle, Japan and Europe..."

"You know so many words," Cheng Ke looked at him. "Applause to you?"

"Drum," Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke clapped his hands clapping.

Several people next to him looked at it, and he quickly put his hand into his pocket.

Jiang Yuduo took the meat as neatly as the ingredients, and threw it into the car. Cheng Ke felt that it would be hungry to eat half of it.

"Go to the queue." Jiang Yuduo said again when he was almost holding it.

"Oh," Cheng Ke walked to the cash register. "Take a few more packs of instant noodles and eat them in the hot pot."

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.

This feels good, at least it feels relaxed, wandering around the supermarket together, throwing things into the shopping cart, and eating hot pot again later.

But Cheng Ke also admits that somewhere in his heart, there is still a doubt that makes him uneasy.

Jiang Yuduo is in a completely different state than before.

And that psychologist.

Jiang Yuduo didn't mention it, and he was temporarily unwilling to ask.

Others don’t know if this is the case, at least for Cheng Ke, the ostrich spirit can play its greatest role in many times, especially when this kind of enjoyment is ambiguous.

He just wanted to eat this meal with Jiang Yuduo first.

Jiang Yuduo had always seen Cheng Ke standing on the team at the checkout counter, and after looking around him for two more laps, he turned around and continued to take a few more boxes of meat, and then pushed the car to get some noodles.

However, instant noodles are not cooked. It is more appropriate to use this simple braided noodle that looks like instant noodles when eating hot pot.

He took the noodles and walked from the shelf to the cash register, he looked back.

The feeling of being strongly stared at made him a little uneasy, but when he looked back, only one tallyman was putting something on the shelf.

There were too many people in the supermarket and too many things blocking the sight. He turned back and walked to Cheng Ke. There were four people in front of him, and there were many things.

"Let's go?" Cheng Ke looked at the car.

"Well." He pushed Cheng Ke a step forward and squeezed behind him to stand.

The elder sister behind was a little unhappy: "What are you squeezing, can someone just wait?"

Jiang Yu grabbed his head and looked at her.

"...Ouch." The eldest sister glanced at his face, and said nothing at the beginning.

Jiang Yuduo grabbed the shopping cart with his right hand and pushed forward a bit. His arm blocked the right side of Cheng Ke in the past. He was not too worried on the left. The left was a wall.

Cheng Ke felt dizzy for a while after drinking.

Jiang Yuduo was standing behind him. His right arm extended from his side to support the car. The whole person was very close. He even had the illusion that Jiang Yuduo felt his body temperature.

In the process of the team moving forward slowly, Cheng Ke has been thinking about this state.

According to his understanding, Jiang Yuduo could not have such an intimate move towards him, but should be "protecting" his safety, but Jiang Yuduo said before, "After a while, I will be fine." Now... Isn't it time for "OK"?

"What do you think," Jiang Yuduo pushed him back, "Go."

Cheng Ke saw that a large piece of space had been vacated between the person in front of him and hurried forward.

After hesitating for a long time, he turned back.

"You..." After looking back, almost face to face with Jiang Yuduo. If they were not standing in the queue of the supermarket line up for cash register now, Cheng Ke felt in a trance that he should kiss something in the next second.

"Huh?" Jiang Yuduo gave up slightly.

This small movement made Cheng Kelue calm down a little awkwardly, he asked softly: "Is there any... people?"

"Did you see strange people?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"No," Cheng Ke said, "I just asked if you saw it?"

"I didn't see it," Jiang Yuduo said. "Don't be suspicious."

"...Oh." Cheng Ke turned his head.

Jiang Yuduo did not look abnormal, and his eyes were different from when he saw "them" in the past... actually became his suspicion?

If there is no "protection" for this reason.

That's... what's wrong?

Cheng Ke glanced at Jiang Yuduo's right arm that was still around him.

After hesitating for two seconds, he gritted his teeth and pressed his arm up in a casual posture, folding it on Jiang Yuduo's arm.

Jiang Yuduo did not hide or even move.

Such a situation was not thought of by Cheng Ke. I don't know if I should take my arm away or continue to stand like this.

Take it away, reluctantly, the subtle ambiguity that only you can feel in the crowd is more exciting than the kiss in broad daylight.

Don't take it away, it's like a fool who is taking advantage of people.

Fortunately, although the items in front are large, but the quantity is not large, the checkout is quickly completed. Cheng Ke quickly received the supernatural power and put the things in the car to the cash register.

"I'm past." Jiang Yuduo squeezed out from behind him, waiting at the checkout counter.

This state of close dance is finally over, Cheng Ke relieved.

The place to eat is in Jiang Yu's home, close to it, and complete with tools.

When entering the corridor, the opposite door opened, and a little boy ran out, holding a small bag full of firecrackers in his hand.

"Uncle Jiang." The little boy rushed to Jiangyu to win the small bag in his hand. "Guess what's in there."

The small bag was fired by him, and the firecrackers inside fell out several times.

"Turn." Jiang Yuduo glanced at the firecrackers on the ground.

"No! Firecrackers! Fireworks!" The little boy smiled with pride.

"Your grandma is here." Jiang Yuduo glanced at the door behind him.

The little boy was startled and ran away clutching the bag very anxiously.

Jiang Yuduo picked up the firecrackers on the ground and opened the door to enter the house.

"This is three and a half years old?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Well, four years old," Jiang Yu nodded. "His grandma won't let him go out to set off firecrackers."

Cheng Ke smiled.

After entering the house and closing the door, Miao wriggled lazily from the backyard.

"Gang Niang," Jiang Yuduo glanced at it. "Can't you walk a bit domineering, twist like this."

"The cat walks like this," Cheng Ke crouched down and touched Meow's head. "What about that suit? Meow's rich suit."

"It's washed and put away, it doesn't like to wear it." Jiang Yuduo said, "I'll boil the water first, you help to remove the meat and put it on the plate."

"Okay." Cheng Ke followed him into the kitchen.

When Jiang Yuduo took the pot of water, Cheng Ke saw a scar in his left hand that was not yet clear. After hesitating, he asked, "How did your hand hurt?"

"It was drawn when I helped Chen Qing to install the glass," Jiang Yuduo said. "It's been a long time. I just hurt myself."

"Oh." Cheng Ke asked no more, took a plate, and unpacked a box of meat rolls.

The box is larger than the plate, and the two meat rolls fall to the ground.

Without waiting for Cheng Ke to pick it up, Miao had flew over and flew over the meat roll, and then disappeared with the meat roll at the door of the kitchen.

Cheng Ke gave Jiang Yu a glance.

"It's all right," Jiang Yuduo said.

Without waiting for Cheng Ke to feel warm in his heart, he said another sentence: "There are still many, and then throw."

"Get out of here," Cheng Ke said.

Hot pot is still very easy to make, as long as you know how to make the bottom and dip.

...That's not easy.

Cheng Ke stood in the kitchen and watched Jiang Yu's busy work. He was so grown up, and it was the first time he watched the production process of a room in the kitchen.

If the producer is not Jiang Yuduo, he must have gone to the living room to watch TV.

"Will you sesame sauce?" Jiang Yuduo turned his head and asked him.

"No." Cheng Ke replied.

"Do you want to learn?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"...No," Cheng Ke said.

"Waste." Jiang Yuduo had to scoop two spoons of sauce, and he started to wander.

Because of the fire in the kitchen, the temperature is much higher than in the living room. Cheng Ke feels warm by the wall. The pot on the stove is hot. The scent of the spicy soup base is filled in the small space.

Making hot pot at home is not the same as eating out.

Cheng Ke looked at Jiang Yuduo's serious look at the side of the sesame sauce. Today he is wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt in his jacket. At this time, he can see the muscle lines that appear and disappear on his arm due to the force.

There are two more scars.

In fact, he used to eat hot pot at home, but he usually lay in his house. Someone came to tell him to eat before he went out. Sometimes, if his father was in a bad mood, he would just let people not call him. Go to the restaurant and stop eating.

I never expected to feel so down-to-earth and relaxed when watching people making hot pot in the kitchen.

Of course, maybe it was just because this person was Jiang Yuduo.

A man who is attractive to him from the inside out as long as he cuts out certain details.

Jiang Yuduo was indeed thin, and he could not only see it with his face. Although he didn't dare to touch it, he could also see that he was also thin, which was estimated to be more than ten pounds.

"Are you still alone in the New Year?" Cheng Ke asked, perhaps too relaxed, he listened to his voice a little erratic.

"Huh." Jiang Yu nodded.

"Don't eat well," Cheng Ke said, "so thin."

"When I changed places, I was easy to lose weight. I couldn't get used to it. I couldn't sleep at night," Jiang Yuduo said.

"No, the hotel has a restaurant." Cheng Ke smiled.

"That's why I lost weight," Jiang Yuduo said. "Chen Qing is almost fat after the next year."

"Probably think what you think." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo's hand stirring with chopsticks in the bowl stopped.

People can't float like a god.

Cheng Ke's relaxed and erratic feeling disappeared instantly, replaced by embarrassment, he cleared his throat, turned his head and looked around in the kitchen.

There is really no room for patching in this sentence, and you can only grind your teeth.

"Take it out, and take the sesame oil together." Jiang Yuduo handed him the good sesame paste.

Cheng Ke took over the bowl. There were a bunch of seasoning bottles he had just bought on the desk. He couldn't tell which was the sesame oil. He took all the bottles and took them to the living room and put them on the table.

Then I didn't feel embarrassed to enter the kitchen, sitting with meow at the table and waiting to eat.

Jiang Yuduo went back and forth several times, only to take out a bunch of things, and finally took a bottle of wine to the table, and sat down and sighed: "You are a **** young master, fight This is a one-time start."

"...Call me if you need help." Cheng Ke was a little embarrassed.

"You sit here more securely than Meow," Jiang Yuduo said, "I'm so sorry to call it."

Cheng Ke took the wine and opened it, poured him a glass: "Quiet."

"I haven't been angry for a long time," Jiang Yuduo said. "You are the most straightforward person I have ever seen. It's very frank. It's not the same as being used to being served."

Cheng Ke smiled and poured his own wine, raised a toast to him.

Jiang Yuduo picked up the cup and touched him: "For..."

Cheng Ke waited for him to say, but Jiang Yuduo seemed to be speechless, so he held the glass in amazement.

"For friends." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo looked at him fixedly, and after a while, he lifted his head to drink the wine from the glass, and then knocked the glass down to the table: "For friends."

Jiang Yuduo's soup base was very fragrant, and Cheng Ke felt that he put several packets in it, and the taste was very strong. When he was about to pick a chopstick and wash it, Jiang Yuduo picked up the plate.

"Third Brother, Third Brother," Cheng Ke quickly held his hand, "I have a request."

"Huh?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"Can we eat it with chopsticks and chopsticks?" Cheng Ke said, "You can't eat a plate this time, so I'm in a hurry."

Jiang Yuzhuo frowned: "There are so many things, okay."

Cheng Ke smiled.

Jiang Yuduo divided the plates on the table into two piles one by one, and then pointed to the pile at his hand and said, "Your."

"Huh?" Cheng Ke froze.

"Mine." Jiang Yuduo pointed to the pile in front of himself again.

"Ah." Cheng Ke didn't understand why he suddenly had to eat it.

Jiang Yuduo picked up a plate and poured the meat into the pot.

"Your uncle," Cheng Ke couldn't hold back the music, "Fuck!"

"How is it," Jiang Yu grabbed a large piece of chopstick meat. "This arrangement is appropriate."

"Childish." Cheng Ke said with a smile.

"Childish is childish, I'm so much younger than you," Jiang Yuduo took a sip of wine, and after thinking about it, he joined him, "Hey, Cheng Ke."

"What?" Cheng Ke looked at him.

"You have a birthday next week, right." Jiang Yuduo said.

Yeah, Cheng Ke thought about it for a while. It really happened on his birthday next week, and there are three days before next week.

But if Jiang Yuduo didn't ask him this sentence, he really didn't remember it at all.

He generally doesn't remember his birthday. It is Liu Tiancheng who remembers his birthday. Every time Liu Tiancheng called him and said to get together.

At every birthday party, apart from seeing a pile of birthday gifts, he could not feel that he was celebrating his birthday, so he watched the gang eat from here and drink from there.

At home is to give a pile of gifts, my mother will ask people to buy, there will be what you want, there will be what you don't want, it's meaningless.

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.

"Then... are you going to have a birthday?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

Cheng Ke was silent.

This was his first birthday after he left home. Although his previous birthday was meaningless, he was used to that pattern. Now that Jiang Yuduo asked, he was suddenly at a loss.

Ever?

How is it?

He sighed for a long time: "But not."

"...Oh," Jiang Yuduo looked at him and sighed. "Also, after 28, it's sad to have a birthday."

A piece of chopstick meat held by Cheng Ke stopped in the air.

"The virtual age is 29," Jiang Yuduo said. "His grandmother said at the age of three and a half. In their hometown, when the virtual age is two, you are 30..."

"You are not finished, are you?" Cheng Ke looked at him helplessly.

"Have you ever?" Jiang Yuduo smiled, "I'll give you it, 30th birthday."

"But!" Cheng Ke said.

"28th birthday." Jiang Yuduo said.

"However!" Cheng Ke stuffed the meat into his mouth and drank again.

"18th birthday," Jiang Yuduo said, "this is always OK, younger than me."

Cheng Ke couldn't help laughing: "Are you free?"

"When Chen Qing and Lu Qian's birthday, we both spent," Jiang Yuduo said, "It's interesting to have a birthday, if you want to be more lively, call them together, if you want to be clean, I will give You pass."

"Do you really like birthdays?" Cheng Ke asked with a smile.

"Well, it's interesting, the day a person came to this world." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Come on," Cheng Ke thought for a while. "How did you celebrate your birthday?"

The smile on Jiang Yuduo's face froze for a moment, and then slowly disappeared. After drinking a sip, he said, "I'm not birthday."

"Why?" Cheng Ke was stunned. A person who likes to give birthdays with enthusiasm, but his birthday?

"I don't know what day my birthday is." Jiang Yu grabbed the corner of his mouth.

"Isn't your ID card written June 1st?" Cheng Ke said.

"That's...fill it casually." Jiang Yuduo said.