After three or four growls in his abdomen, Brother Qiu finally couldn't help but get up. He swept a paper ball into the dustpan and went to the kitchen to get food for himself. He crouched in front of the fridge and sorted some expired inedible food by sorting, and then he found enough ingredients to make a dish: a bag of frozen chicken, wilted, but fortunately he still had fragrant onions, a box of coconut milk and half a can of leftover red curry sauce.

When he threw the chicken in the microwave to thaw it, he decided that he would starve to death and not go to a fast food restaurant next month. If the taxi fare wasn't too expensive, he would go to a Chinese supermarket two blocks away, where he couldn't stand it and couldn't swallow it.

Before coming here, Brother Qiu was locked in the kitchen by his family, Gu Yuan, and taught him a lot of points about cooking by himself, as well as doing a lot of trivial things.

For example, how to heat the oil, add green onions, garlic, rice pepper and salt after heating the oil, these are usually before cooking.

But apparently he hadn't learned, he would shake his head in the kitchen to the beat of the blender, and then someone who knew everything would come and work for him with a shovel.

He slowly peeled off the dry skin of the onion, only to be stimulated to tears. He then cut off the stubborn green sprout at the top and a black scar on the side, and finally cut it into pieces with thawed, fluffy chicken.

From the beginning of cooking, Gu Yuan has treated him and she has debunked some innocuous lies that were once considered true: for example, cutting onions will make you cry, which is a joke that can write songs.

But what is the situation now, and why do he often have tears in his eyes? Because he loves this onion very deeply.

With all the ingredients in place, he stood aside and watched the chicken change color in the bubbling curry sauce, and Brother Qiu was distracted again, because every time he was spared, his mind wandered, and usually there would only be one person in his mind at this time.

This person will make a mess of his world, and he wonders if Brother Che will make this kind of instant dish without eating.

The guy who loves fine food will surely hate this out-of-control accident. Even when cooperating with him to promote KFC black material, he was fully prepared in advance.

He thought, what this old god is looking at is really annoying. But that person always he likes surprises, because they are always together.

Now it's at least certain that Brother Qiu's cooking skills haven't improved much, but curry is like junk food, and it's hard for anyone to make it unless it's cooked. He poured the curry over the instant rice, scooped a large spoonful into his mouth, and munched on TV between the couch and the coffee table.

At this time, there is not much to watch except for the boring evening news and the movie channel, which a few years ago was also the Avengers.

He absentmindedly killed the superhero movie, remembered that the workshop was busy and dizzy, and on the night of the new beginning or end of April, Brother Che took him into the movie theater and watched the premiere of three hours with a pair of young lovers in a very air-conditioned and air-conditioned space, so the second he laughed at all the employees with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

His impressions of the series were limited to Scarlett's hooked eyes and slightly bulging teeth, but the new always put Iron Man equipment in his ears and Jarvis and Friday performance differences, and he often felt that this man was somehow childish, more of a plastic figure than a station engineering Ph.D. student holding hands in a pawnshop and didn't want to give up the ghost.

Qiuqiu stuffed a piece of chicken at the bottom of the plate into his mouth, and at this point Captain America solemnly came out of the "Avengers assembly". Does this big blonde guy have to stand on tiptoe in the locker room before every fight to put on this straitjacket? He thought suddenly, and then giggled at his own thoughts. The weight of the food in his stomach slowed down his brain. He clicked on his phone and opened the chat with Brother Che.

"Hey! Man, why is Captain America wearing his straitjacket?"

It didn't take long for him to get a reply: "I think it's like Iron Man's armor, just press the button in your hand and 'brush' it."

Bay laughed and fell to the floor, cell phone in hand, startled by a pop-up video call.

"Finished?" When the video opens, a ****** man appears on the screen.

Qiuqiu pulled his hair, quickly licked the curry stain from his mouth, and nodded obediently. And also pointed to the movie that was playing on the TV and said: "I'm watching "The Avengers". We've seen the first one before. He gave a flimsy explanation for the reason he had just sent that text message.

"I thought you were only interested in the dagger in Black Widow's boots." Brother Che looked at him with a smile. "But actually, I'm interested in the gun she has on her waist." He fought back and got the man who frowned instantly.

But that expression didn't last long, and they talked more about superheroes, arguing about who would win between the big-faced Captain Marvel and McPee's Wonder Woman.

"Captain Marvel, of course. You forget she can even grab Thanos' wrist and flung him around. Qiuqiu was so impassioned that he felt he was right.

"Hey, don't forget that Wonder Woman's fairy lock can tie her hands so she can kneel down and call her mom." Remembering Gal Gadot's icy jaw contour and deep eyes, Qiuqiu added.

"Oh, what are you doing?, are you sure you're right? That weapon is the lasso of truth. The man grinned, narrowed his eyes, and proudly pointed out his mistake.

They began to quarrel for a long time, attacking each other's vulnerabilities without shame, and in the end both sides admitted that the topic was pointless.

"Do you want to tell me anything else?" Brother Che pushed his glasses and looked at the ball ball on the tablet with a smile.

Qiuqiu puffed out his mouth and tried to pretend to be deaf and dumb, but finally gave up under the man's serious gaze. When he doesn't speak, it does look a little scary.

"I'm sorry I didn't make it back." The man froze, not knowing for a moment how to respond to his blunt apology.

"Well, you know, I'm new to the company, and I can't get ahead of the holidays." Qiuqiu went on to explain, making fun of each of his colleagues and leaders, before adding, "But they're all taking care of me."

Brother Che finally reluctantly nodded and agreed to his method, and then made some harmless suggestions about his workplace relationship.

Qiuqiu told him the story of the tournament that had been held in the past half month, the story of the defeat but luckily surviving, and the bad airline meal.