couldn't resist Song Jia, and he was really hungry, so Chen Chuan found eggs and fried an egg fried rice with the leftover rice in the rice cooker, and cooked a vegetable soup. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Song Jia was full of praise: "Chen Chuan didn't see it, the craftsmanship is really good." After speaking, he sighed: "I knew that I would have pulled you back at the beginning, my parents worked overtime for several weeks, causing me to eat takeout as soon as I got home." ”

Chen Chuan pouted when he drank the soup, and he knew it earlier. He secretly decided, there was absolutely no second time.

In Chen Chuan's heart, it is natural to cook for his parents, who are you, Song Jia, who am I, and I still have to cook for you? In fact, Chen Chuan has cooked for his classmates and friends many times, but he is very unhappy when he meets Song Jia for some reason.

Especially now. Chen Chuan glared at the dirty bowl and the dirty plate and then at Song Jia: "Just put it like this?" ”

"It's okay, wait for my mom to come back and clean up." Song Jia collapsed on the sofa without any image, and the remote control was changed countless times. He beckoned to Chen Chuan, "You don't have to worry about it." ”

Chen Chuan's gaze shifted back and forth between a table of wolves and lazy Song Jia, and finally sighed, rolled up his sleeves and began to clean up. The habit he had developed since childhood prevented him from sitting back and watching the shiny bowls and plates, and since the master could not count on it, he had to come by himself.

Song Jia waited for a long time without waiting for anyone, and looked back angrily to see that there was nothing on the table. He heard the sound of water in the kitchen, got up and walked over.

Then, I saw Chen Chuan standing on the edge of the sink, and the cleaned dishes and chopsticks were put aside.

For the first time in his life, Song Jia felt blushing. He walked in silently and put the chopsticks back in place.

Chen Chuan washed the dishes and was cleaning up the counter. He saw Song Jia standing to the side with his head down, staring carefully at the rag in his hand.

The five grains are not divided into four bodies, and the body is not diligent. This sentence was taught to him by Zhao Mo.

"You want to help?" He asked deliberately.

“…… I'm sorry for you. "The person who hates greasy things the most in my life hesitates for a long time, and finally turns around and leaves.

Chen Chuan sneered.

The two days at Song Jia's house were undoubtedly very pleasant. Except for being forced to work as a cook for two days, Chen Chuan couldn't find anything to be dissatisfied with. In particular, the Song family also has a huge study, and the huge bookcase occupies the entire wall from the floor to the ceiling. He spent the whole night in his study, carefully opening the ink-scented book almost reverently—and it was at that time that Chen Chuan recalled that he first realized that he was jealous of Song Jia.

But that was a long time later, and the sixteen-year-old Chen Chuan pressed the sour and surprised mood back to the bottom of his heart, and decided to spend the rest of the weekend in the Song family's study.

When Song Jia got up from the bed, he almost pressed his chest against his back. He rushed to the kitchen to see that there was nothing in the cold pot and cold stove, and turned back to the living room to find that there was no one, and he turned around several rooms, and finally found Chen Chuan in the study who was holding a book and reading attentively.

"I'm hungry." He snatched the book from Chen Chuan's hand and said it word by word when he looked up.

Chen Chuan was stunned, and thought he had heard it wrong for a long time. He pointed to the study and asked Song Jia, "This is your home, right?" ”

Song Jia nodded.

"I'm a guest, right?" He pointed to his nose.

Song Jia nodded.

Chen Chuan felt a pain in his temples.

"You can cook, I won't." Song Jia said openly.

Chen Chuan was stunned.

"It's noon and it's time for lunch."

Chen Chuan continued to be in a daze.

"I don't want to eat takeout anymore, I want to eat at home."

Chen Chuan finally stood up, he drooped his shoulders: "What do you want to eat?" ”

The ability to live independently can often be seen from some small things, and it is of course very powerful for a person to be able to take care of himself in an orderly manner, but what Chen Chuan admires more about Song Jia is that he can catch a person to handle various things for him when he can't take care of himself.

Such as yourself, such as cooking.

Chen Chuan didn't make very troublesome dishes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded pork with green peppers, sweet and sour cabbage and boiled radishes. Three dishes and one soup took a little time, but Song Jia's expression in his mouth undoubtedly said that the waiting process was worth it.

After eating this time, Song Jia consciously put the dishes and bowls into the dishwashing trough, and then looked at Chen Chuan with blank eyes.

Many years later, Song Jia, who was accustomed to being an uncle, asked Chen Chuan whether the eggs should be put first or the oil should be put in the scrambled eggs.

The so-called everything is difficult at the beginning, Chen Chuan consciously and voluntarily began to roll up his sleeves when Song Jia's eyes looked over.

In the evening, Li Xia came home and saw her son and a somewhat familiar boy sitting at her dining table eating, and her surprise can be imagined.

"Mom," Song Jia put down the bowl and greeted his mother, he pointed to Chen Chuan, "This is my classmate." ”

Chen Chuan stood up and greeted Li Xia shyly: "Hello, Auntie." My name is Chen Chuan. ”

Li Xia suddenly remembered, she pointed to Chen Chuan and asked, "Are you Song Jia's lower bunk?" I saw you once in your dorm. ”

Chen Chuan nodded: "Yes." When he saw Li Xia, he remembered.

Li Xia was very happy, she had a good impression of this boy when she first saw Chen Chuan, and now that her son is leading him home to play, the two children seem to get along very well.

"You're eating? Takeaway? She caught a glimpse of the three dishes and one soup on the table and thought it was a takeout ordered by her son.

"No, Chen Chuan did it." Song Jia took the opportunity to start praising him: "His skills are good." ”

Li Xia was taken aback, it is really rare for children to be able to cook now. She looked at Chen Chuan carefully, until Chen Chuan's neck was red, and then she smiled and said, "Chen Chuan is really powerful, Song Jia, you have to learn from Chen Chuan." ”

Chen Chuan's voice was as small as a mosquito: "There is no ......"

Sven is a white boy, and he is more shy than a girl. Li Xia liked it even more when she saw it. Her own son, in his father's words, "has a skin as thick as the bricks of the city wall, and when he goes up the mountain, he is the king of monkeys", and now when he sees a shy child like Chen Chuan, he immediately feels how pleasing to the eye.

"Chen Chuan, don't be polite, it's fun, Song Jia bullied you and tell your aunt, and your aunt will be angry with you." Li Xia walked up to Chen Chuan and gently rubbed the black hair of the boy in front of her, the soft touch made her feel that it was really the same as the owner's character.

Song Jia muttered beside him: "Seeing Chen Chuan is closer than seeing your son." ”

Li Xia turned around and pulled her son's cheek to both sides, and said with a smile: "Because Chen Chuan is better behaved than my son, isn't it Song Jia?" ”

Chen Chuan couldn't help but laugh when he watched it from the side.

The hand that Li Xia put on top of his head just now was so gentle that it reminded him of his mother's patting many years ago.

Since then, Song Jia has often taken Chen Chuan home. Li Xia likes this polite and polite child very much, which also invisibly fuels Song Jia's sinister idea of abducting Chen Chuan to go home to cook and eat.

It seems that in an inadvertent time, people's clothes are thick enough to hinder movement. The sky was always overcast, and the deep cumulonimbus clouds were pressing down tightly, and there was so much moisture in the air that it was annoying. The tall trees do not lose their leaves, and the gorgeous green of summer has turned into a kind of dark green of slaughter, and the cold has quietly infiltrated the whole world, and the winter in the southwest has arrived.

"Chen Chuan, hurry up, follow me home in a while." Song Jia shouted with a big grin.

Chen Chuan was stunned, "I told you I was going home this weekend." ”

"Huh? When? Song Jia was dumbfounded.

"When, I said it when I was at your house last week." Chen Chuan put his schoolbag on his back and looked at Song Jia's face that changed color in an instant: "See you the night after tomorrow." ”

Song Jia watched Chen Chuan walk out of the bedroom briskly, and suddenly felt sullen.

Final exams come and go quickly. When he came to school to get his grades, Zhao Mo looked calm. Chen Chuan asked him curiously, "You don't seem to be worried at all." ”

"Well, if it's useful to worry about it, I'll write the word worry on my face right away." Zhao Mo said with a serious face, "How big is it, how big is written." ”

Fang Ping said: "Me too." Then he began to sigh.

After the results came down, Song Jia read everyone's report cards. After reading it, he concluded: "It's no different from half a period." ”

Chen Chuan nodded, and then said, "That's not right." There is still a difference. ”

"What's the difference?" Fang Ping asked him.

"Zhao Mo is the second-to-last in mathematics."

Zhao Mo glanced at him, and then began to pack his schoolbag. After cleaning up, he commented before leaving: "Chen Chuan, your joke is so cold. ”

Chen Chuan looked at Song Jia: "When did I tell a joke?" ”

Song Jia looked at him for a long time and said, "What Zhao Mo means is that ordinary people can't tell jokes like you." ”

Chen Chuan asked: "Zhao Mo praised me for telling jokes well?" He was distressed again: "I obviously didn't tell a joke. ”

Song Jia and Fang Ping remained silent.

As soon as the winter vacation began, Song Jia shouted to go back to her grandmother's house. Song Chu's bank is the busiest time of the year, and Li Xia's unit has also reached the year-end summary, and there are constant meetings all day long. The two discussed it, and Li Xia remembered that she had promised her son a long time ago, so she took a weekend and Song Chu drove Song Jia back to her hometown.

Grandma's house is in a very calm county. Thanks to the blessing of economic development after Chongqing was directly under the central government in the past few years, the small county town that was still rustic ten years ago now looks like a bit of a city. Song Jia is the youngest child in the family, his mouth is sweet and good-looking, the two old men are naturally spoiled lawlessly, and the grandfather, who has always been serious, is also very happy to see Song Jia, not to mention the grandmother who brought Song Jia up.

"Jiajia, where do you want to go in the afternoon?" After lunch, my grandmother asked Song Jia.

"I don't know." Song Jia stared at the TV and replied nonchalantly.

"Is it okay to go to the market with grandma?" The old man walked over with a smile and sat down to peel oranges for Song Jia, "Your brother and sister are coming back soon, let's go grocery shopping." ”

"Don't go, the vegetable market is so dirty." Song Jia pouted, he still remembered that when he was a child, he accompanied his grandmother to buy vegetables, but the sewage flowed all over the ground, and when he came home, he said that the place he hated to go to the most in his life was the vegetable market.

"That market has already been repaired, is it okay for Jiajia to help grandma carry vegetables?" Grandma discussed with Song Jia in a good voice.

"The vegetable market has been repaired?" Song Jia nodded, "Then I'll go." ”