Moos put down the old man's machine and sighed: "Forget it, look back and find an opportunity to contact the messenger. It just so happens that he is also in Qianhua Market recently to see if there are any traces of hermits there."

Mus murmured to himself as he looked at the slightly bright sky outside the window: "Brother Hermit, where are you?..."

……………………

On the other side dozens of kilometers away.

The hermit, whom Mus was thinking about, just got up, started brushing his teeth and washing his face, and was about to go to school.

After washing up, Ailiang changed into regular clothes.

As for why it's not a school uniform.

School has just started and the school uniform has not been sent yet.

Novels, mobile phones, headphones, power banks...

After confirming that he brought all the things he should bring to school, Ai Liang knocked on Ye Qing's door.

Dongdongdongdong, Dongdongdongdong, Dongdongdongdongdong.

"Here you come, don't urge me!"

Ye Qing's voice came from behind the door, followed by the clicking sound of slippers.

After school, Ailiang went to the supermarket to buy a lot of things.

Ye Qing had a very fulfilling night yesterday.

In order to repay Ai Liang, she immediately invited Ai Liang to come to her house the next morning.

Of course, I mean eating.

The leftovers from yesterday almost all entered Ye Qing's stomach.

Thanks to this, all the spare fried rice in her refrigerator was used up.

Ye Qing felt that it was not good to eat and drink one by one, so she decided to invite Ai Liang to have something.

Since there were no lunch boxes or other utensils at home, she directly invited Ai Liang to have breakfast at her house.

However, Ye Qing also said that she should not have too much expectations.

The breakfast she knows is only egg noodles and white porridge.

Ai Liang looked at Ye Qing, who was wearing short-sleeved shorts, couldn't help asking, "You just got up?"

"Yes, is there any problem? Who knows you got up so early?"

Ye Qing rubbed her sleepy eyes: "Fortunately I woke up early today. You should go to the sofa to sit for a while, and then go to the kitchen to cook after I finish washing."

After saying that, Ye Qing got into the bathroom.

Ai Liang came to the sofa and sat down, and looked around the living room briefly.

There is no big difference between Ye Qing’s home and his home in essence.

The distribution of the kitchen, bedroom and bathroom is exactly the same as the decoration of the living room.

Even the locations of the coffee table, sofa, and TV cabinet have not changed.

At first glance, Ai Liang seemed to be back at home.

It is probably because the landlord was too lazy to reimagine when placing furniture, so he directly copied the decoration style of a house.

There is only one pink cartoon pillow, and some personal belongings, which declares the difference between the two houses.

Ye Qing washed up very quickly, so fast that she was not as good as a normal girl.

Thinking about her experience, it’s not uncomprehensible.

She hummed a little song and took out a handful of small vegetables and four eggs from the refrigerator, as well as the sliced ​​ham she bought yesterday.

Then he took out a handful of noodles from the closet.

Ai Liang sat on the sofa and quietly watched the novel.

To be honest, we judged based on the cooking process described by Ye Qing.

This guy usually cooks and can't even tell the amount of seasonings.

How much oil, salt, and soy sauce is added depends on the extent of the shaking of the arms.

In this case, the meals made...

"It's time to eat!"

A very clear tone came from the kitchen.

Ai Liang closed the novel and put it on the coffee table, and he walked towards the kitchen.

Whether it is breakfast or dinner, every time it comes to dinner, Ye Qing's mood will become extremely lively.

Food to her was like a stimulant.

Ai Liang came to the kitchen, and Ye Qing pointed to the bowl beside the pot: "Support it for you, you can take it over and eat it first. If it is not enough, I will leave some for you."

Ai Liang looked at the bowl of greasy egg noodles, and then looked at the steel basin in Ye Qing's hand.

The other party seemed to have expected what Ai Liang was thinking: "What are you looking at? You don't know that I have a big appetite. If you use a bowl every time you eat, you have to run several times, so how can you use a basin?"

Ai Liang looked at the steel basin and stopped talking.

"Don't say it's like a dog basin!"

Can you read your mind?

I want to say it, but it's okay.

Ai Liang sighed helplessly, picked up the bowl of noodles and went to the dining table in the living room.

Not long after, Ye Qing, who had served the noodles, also sat opposite him with a steel basin.

After Ye Qing sat and picked up the chopsticks, Ai Liang put up the chopsticks and sweared in the mouth.

As soon as he entered the entrance, Ai Liang immediately frowned.

‘Is this pouring all the oil into the pot?’

To be honest, in terms of normal taste, this amount of oil can completely kill people.

But Ailiang looked at Ye Qingshi, who was eating very happily.

This idea began to shake again.

He began to ask himself, have he eaten too much delicious food recently and his appetite has been damaged?

But looking at the oil layer floating on the noodle soup, the thickness is nearly one centimeter.

Ai Liang really couldn't deceive himself.

“How much oil did you use when cooking noodles?”

Ai Liang asked, putting down his chopsticks.

"Ah? Is the oil too much?"

Ye Qing frowned and began to recall: "I usually cook two eggs, but I added two eggs today, so I added some more oil..."

“…Is this your first time cooking?”

Ai Liang's voice was a little tired.

This is not the degree to put more.

Even if you just look for a tutorial online, you won’t make such a low-level mistake.

Have you eaten your own cooking over the years and compared it with the restaurants outside, have you not found anything wrong?

"That's not."

Ye Qing touched the back of her head and smiled shamelessly: "I really can't show my cooking skills, and I haven't contacted you normally. I always can eat it. Sorry."

What else can Ai Liang say?

After all, when someone treats a meal, you can't always find fault.

"Do you have sesame oil?"

Ai Liang asked.

"No, I never put those things in cooking!"

Ye Qing raised her chest with confidence, which became particularly obvious in the posture of the two rabbits.

So is this something to be proud of?

Ai Liang was really powerless to complain.

"Put the noodle soup." Ai Liang said.

"Don't waste it! If you think it's too bad, give it to me. At worst, you can invite you to the breakfast shop or the school cafeteria to have another meal later."

Ye Qing pouted, looking a little unhappy.
Chapter completed!