Wu Boyang washed the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, and looked at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock.

The blue tendons on his forehead jumped, and he still had to buy vegetables to make lunch?

He threw the rag down the table, lit a cigarette, and smoked sadly.

When a cigarette was finished, he went out to buy groceries.

When I arrived at the vegetable market, I didn't know what to buy.

Called Meng Li and planned to ask what dishes to eat.

Meng Lizheng was working in disgrace, took the phone, and did not deliberately embarrass him, saying:

"As for the dishes I usually buy, by the way, I will be busy in about two hours, and I will be home in 15 minutes after I am done."

Wu Boyang: "......"

He felt that there was not enough time, so he bought the vegetables in a panic, didn't even ask the price, and returned home with the heavy dishes.

Then washing the vegetables and cooking, Wu Boyang felt that the time had not passed long, but the dishes were only halfway done, and Meng Li came back with people.

Everyone sat in a row and waited for the meal to begin.

Meng Li walked into the kitchen as casually as Wu Boyang usually did, and asked as a matter of course:

"The food is not good yet, everyone is hungry after doing the work."

Wu Boyang felt that this was inexplicably familiar, but he didn't have time to think about it, he was so busy that there were vegetables in both pots, and said to Meng Li:

"Help me flip the pot next to me."

Meng Li seemed to be smiling:

"Can't get busy?"

Wu Boyang nodded without thinking about it, and then regretted it a little, isn't this a joke?

Meng Li's expression was faint, and he picked up the spatula to help Wu Boyang turn over the dishes, Wu Boyang was a little grateful, especially in such a busy situation, it was really good that someone was willing to lend a hand.

It's not a big deal, though.

Finally, when several people were hungry, Wu Boyang's food finally came up.

I haven't cooked for a long time, Wu Boyang's skills have declined, but the taste is not bad.

Much better than the noodles in the morning.

Everyone was full of food and drink, Meng Li moved his body, moved his muscles and bones, Wu Boyang asked Meng Li:

"Can it work? If I don't go in the afternoon, you'll be able to cook at home. ”

Meng Li turned his arm and squinted at Wu Boyang, obviously not as tall as Wu Boyang, but inexplicably gave Wu Boyang a condescending feeling.

She said:

"You throw in the towel?"

Wu Boyang retorted:

"Am I not considerate of you? I see you're tired. ”

Meng Li shook his head, and when he moved his hand, he put his hand on Wu Boyang's shoulder, and said earnestly:

"I'm not tired, I hope you don't shout tired."

Wu Boyang: "......"

Who will shout tired?

He's not the kind of person who only knows how to complain all day long.

After eating, Meng Li took people out again.

Wu Boyang put away the bowls, and when he saw that the time was almost three o'clock, he couldn't help but wonder if the time had been stolen?

How can it pass so quickly.

Remembering that before his wife left, he told him that the living room still needed to be cleaned, and there were clothes to be put away and washed, he glanced at the living room, because there were many people who came to eat, and he didn't change his shoes, and a few guys smoked cigarette ash in the living room accidentally fell to the ground.

Meals also accidentally fell to the floor.

He resigned himself to finding a mop cloth, mopping the floor, and when he mopped the floor, he was thinking, why don't you mop the floor, and wait for dinner to mop together?

But this thought was only fleeting, and he didn't dare.

He knew that as long as he did this, his wife would count him down when she returned.

When he was mopping the floor, his phone rang, and Xia Rong sent him a message, asking him if he could help pick up the child at the town's elementary school when it was past four o'clock.

Said that he was helping the boss's customers deliver things, and he couldn't go.

Just let him pick it up and leave the child at the commissary next to the school.

Wu Boyang thought about it and wanted to say that he didn't have time.

He hadn't bought the evening food yet, so he had bought it together in the morning, but he couldn't figure out what to eat at night.

Before she could return to Xia Rong, Xia Rong sent a pitiful expression.

Ask Wu Boyang if he works far away, it's inconvenient.

Said that only the poor child stayed in the class for a little longer.

Wu Boyang felt unbearable again, the child saw that the other children in the class had left, and if he was alone, he would panic.

I can only say that I am free.

He went to pick up Xia Rong's son, and the teacher felt that Wu Boyang was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it, she lived in the city and worked in the town, and she didn't know much about the people in the town.

Wu Boyang held Xia Rong's son's little soft hand, and when he saw the child's clean and tidy clothes, a trace of beauty crossed his heart.

Xia Rong's life is hard, but she can still live her life as bright as possible.

The child politely and regularly called Uncle Wu Boyang, clear and bright, so that Wu Boyang was a little moved, asked the child what he liked to eat, he bought it, the child shook his head firmly and said:

"Mom doesn't allow me to accept gifts from others at will, if it's a stranger, my mom still asks me to ignore it, but I know my uncle!"

The voice is loud and childish.

Wu Boyang laughed a little, and he said to the child:

"I'm not someone else, I'm not a stranger, your mother asked me to pick you up because I was friends with her, you know?"

The child nodded incomprehensibly.

Wu Boyang said:

"So it's okay to eat something."

The child is just a child, a little hesitant, Wu Boyang bought food, and the child hesitated for a while and ate it.

This delay was another half an hour.

When Wu Boyang came back and washed his clothes, he simply cleaned up, it was almost five o'clock.

Then he went to buy vegetables, it was not good to be the same as noon, and there was no leftovers at noon, and when he finished buying vegetables, it was almost six o'clock.

Meng Li came back with someone at seven o'clock, and as she expected, Wu Boyang still didn't cook a meal.

You can only wait......

Wu Boyang asked Meng Li:

"Can you help me pick a dish?"

Meng Li: "I'm tired." ”

Wu Boyang couldn't say anything.

Anyway, it's night, and there's nothing to do, and there is time to wait for Wu Boyang to do it slowly.

Meng Li was still mending the knife on the side:

"Is the shop clean?"

Wu Boyang: "??? ”

Seeing Wu Boyang's face full of doubts, Meng Li's expression was a little indescribable:

"You don't think the store will always be so clean, do you?"

Wu Boyang: "......"

Could it be that my wife is cleaning?

Sometimes he doesn't go out and he's in the store, why didn't he notice?

Anyway, it's not always like that in the store?

Meng Li didn't want to say anything, one person could choose to ignore what the other person was doing.

For example, although the client sometimes nagged and helped clean the store over and over again, Wu Boyang estimated that he only heard the client's nagging and did not see her working.

It's really intoxicating.

"I also clean and tidy up the store every day."

Meng Li said solemnly.

Wu Boyang's expression was a little suspicious, but he also said:

"Okay, but I'm not free today, I'll go tomorrow."

Meng Li said briskly:

"Okay."