"Yes, my mother said that she was afraid that I would do something bad, and she would be ashamed, so she didn't want to go. ”

"Auntie eats apples!" I handed her the apples when I saw her talking, mainly because I was afraid that she would suddenly ask me a question that I could not answer.

But she waved her hand: "I won't eat anymore, I can't eat anything just after eating, you can eat it yourself." I had no choice but to put it down again and continue to listen to her.

After chatting for a while, they were leaving. Zhang Yang suddenly said to his mother very seriously: "Mom, Shi Jian hasn't eaten yet." "There's a look on my face that I know everything, even though I don't know what she knows.

I thought he might have misunderstood something, and he didn't seem to be good at cooking for me, so I dissuaded him in time: "No need, I'll cook it myself." But his mother still looked that enthusiastic: "Oh, Shi Jian, what are you polite to this bastard, let him do it for you, I'll leave first, let him go home by himself in a while." After saying that, he immediately opened the door and closed the door and left.

I said to Zhang Yang seriously: "Zhang Yang, I can do it myself, you go to your mother." ”

"Are you sure?" I was still very serious: "Sure!" and he was gone. I was glad I finally sent him away, but I was still a little disappointed that he didn't even say a few polite words.

I ate a little of the apples, put them in the fridge, and started boiling water to prepare some noodles. When the water was half-boiling, I heard a knock on the door, and then I put out the fire, stepped on my big broken shoes, and went to open the door with a crackling sound.

Zhang Yang is back again, still carrying a bag of beans. I was a little surprised and asked him, "Why are you back again?"

"Just because you know how to cook noodles doesn't mean you know how to stir-fry. As he spoke, he brought up the bag of beans and showed it to me. I looked at him with adoring eyes: "You still cook?" He coughed dryly, then took out his phone in his pocket: "What is Baidu for?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes. He didn't say anything more, and went into the kitchen with the potatoes.

I picked up my phone, walked to a corner, and called Jiang Meng.

"Hey, what's up" she quickly answered.

"Jiang Meng, Jiang Meng, Jiang Meng! Zhang Yang is cooking at my house now, and now it's just the two of us. ”

"Why are you together?" she was surprised.

"What's together? Don't talk nonsense. ”

"And he's cooking for you, and it's just the two of you!"

"Oh, I can't tell you for a while, just tell me what to do. ”

"What do you want to do?" she gloated.

"I want to know, I'm still asking you. "I'm very unhappy.

"Hey, cold salad, by the way, will something happen to you lonely men and widows in the same room?" she also deliberately lengthened her voice in the last few words.

"Think less of us with your filthy thoughts. ”

"What did I say? You thought too much about yourself, and I didn't say anything. Did I say something? No, that's why you're filthy. I was about to refute when I heard a loud voice: "Shi Jian, you can't cook noodles anymore, your water is almost cold." "That's when I remembered that I didn't fire.

"It's coming, it's coming. I shouted back.

"Jiang Meng, I'll turn on hands-free, you just keep chatting with me, don't embarrass me. I lowered my voice.

Then he ran to the kitchen and turned on the hands-free.