Because of the weekend, Nanwen also got up at night longer than usual, because even if he did, he didn't know what to do, so it was better to lie down and empty his head.

When Nan Wen went downstairs, it was already around 11 o'clock in the afternoon, and Nan Wen originally thought that there would only be one person in the house, so he didn't wash and dress, and he didn't even comb his hair, so he left it in a mess.

However, when Nan Wen walked to the refrigerator, he heard a slight noise from the kitchen, and his nose, which gradually regained his sense of smell, also smelled the aroma of food.

Nan Wen retracted the hand that was about to touch the refrigerator door, pressed down his hair a little more, and walked to the kitchen.

Nan Wen originally thought that he was hallucinating, but when he heard the voice that spoke to him, he realized that he had not seen the illusory scene.

"Up? Lunch was ready right away. ”

Nan Jingran is very elegant even if he is fiddling with food in the kitchen, which is very incompatible with him, but Nan Jingran, who is wearing a home suit and holding a spoon, is much more fireworks than he usually wears a suit.

Nan Wen thought about it, and couldn't help but say it.

"Brother, you seem to be a little easier to get closer to people than usual, and I feel that you have more fireworks on you."

After Nan Wen finished speaking, he reacted to what he said, and he was a little uncomfortable and pressed the hair that had not been suppressed until now, and hurriedly opened his mouth to make amends.

"I think maybe the fumes are smoking you with a smoky smell."

However, Nanwen's hurried words not only did not have any other remedial effect, but also made the atmosphere even more embarrassing.

Although he was standing in the kitchen, there was really no trace of oil smoke in the kitchen, only the aroma of the food coming out of the pot and the slightest heat from the cooking, and there was no such thing as oil smoke at all.

After Nan Wen finished speaking, he lost his voice, and felt that he had better stop talking, because the more he talked, the more chaotic it became.

And Nan Jingran also didn't open his mouth for the time being, so all Nan Wen could hear now was the sound of pots and vegetables burning on the fire and the slight sound of the range hood smoking.

Nanjing Dye skillfully stir-fried the vegetables in the pot, and the flavor of green peppers and shredded meat was mixed together and it was really fragrant.

Nan Jingran said: "I also feel that it may be so. ”

Nan Wen was a little stunned, originally planned to find something to do, but found that the dishes were served, if you want to clean the kitchen now, it is not suitable, because it will be dirty, and I really don't know what I should do for a while.

Nan Jingran seemed to see Nan Wen's discomfort, so he spoke: "You go out first." ”

Nanwen left in desperation.

Nan Jingran put the last plate of shredded green pepper meat on the dining table, and the apron he took off was hung on the hanger in front of the kitchen door, and walked towards Nan Wen.

Nan Wen inexplicably lost the idea of fidgeting and wanting to leave on weekdays, and he also felt that it seemed good to sit here and eat with his brother.

It turned out to be Nan Jingran who was the first to speak: "I don't know how to cook." ”

Although Nan Jingran's words are not too easy to answer, it is already very rare to be able to let him take the initiative to talk to people, so there is no need to ask for anything more.

Nan Wen quickly spoke: "I don't know how to cook, but I feel that the food you cook seems to be delicious." ”

Nan Wen sniffled when he said this: "Because I feel very fragrant, and my appearance is much better than what I do, and I am not a picky eater." ”