After Wu Xie drove the small gold cup home in a daze, after packing all the ingredients into the refrigerator, the person was completely paralyzed, and the slightly reddened cheeks couldn't tell if it was because of the cold and some fever, or if it was in a small confined space just now, that trace of indescribable shyness, in short, Wu Xie felt that the world was spinning for a while.

Seeing Wu Xie dragging his chin, the stuffy oil bottle looked pensive. Walk over and place a glass of warm water on the table.

Wu Xie raised his head, and saw the slightly enlarged face of the stuffy oil bottle, looking at his expectant gaze, Wu Xie hurriedly stood up and asked with concern: "Little brother, what do you want to eat at night?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle looked at Wu Xie's flushed cheeks, and just when Wu Xie thought that he would not answer as before, he spoke: "Take out." ”

Wu Xie was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and subconsciously said: "Let's buy so many fresh vegetables and come back, and then order takeout?" What a waste. ”

Hearing Wu Xie's complaint, the stuffy oil bottle didn't care, thought for a while and said, "The simpler the better." ”

Wu Xie smiled, living with this stuffy oil bottle, he really has to cultivate himself into the kind of hidden master, otherwise he will die in a hurry.

"Wu Xie." The stuffy oil bottle suddenly shouted.

Wu Xie was stunned, since they came back from Changbai Mountain, he hadn't called him so officially for a long time, and for a while, Wu Xie seemed to have returned to the days when the tomb was full of dangers before, subconsciously his muscles were tense, and his mind was highly concentrated waiting for the instructions of the stuffy oil bottle.

The stuffy oil bottle looked at Wu Xie's whole person's momentum and became cautious, and he was stunned in his heart, but his intuition did not feel the danger, and he looked around the whole room vigilantly, there was no strange breath in the air, there was no trace of furniture and furnishings being moved, the windows and balconies were no different from before they went out, and he cast a puzzled and inquiring look at Wu Xie.

Wu Xie received the inquiry from the stuffy oil bottle's gaze: "Little brother, what's the matter?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle shook his head.

Wu Xie breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously the muscles of his whole body relaxed and said, "Startle me, do you know?" It's been a long time since you've called me by such a formal name, and I subconsciously thought something was wrong. ”

The stuffy oil bottle frowned slightly, what kind of past was this, which made Wu Xie exercise the tense state just now, he didn't like Wu Xie at all to be cautious, hiding his breath and trembling into the darkness, although it was full of strength and cold beauty, but it was not the Wu Xie he once knew.

Wu Xie looked at the stuffy oil bottle and frowned unhappily, and subconsciously reached out to help, Wu Xie's hand was a little warm, gently soothing the anxiety in his heart, the stuffy oil bottle quietly avoided Wu Xie's hand, and said, "I'll help you cook." ”

Wu Xie nodded, not saying anything, although he didn't want to hide the stuffy oil bottle, but he didn't want to confess the ten years of blood and calculation in front of him like this, the past that had made him fall into blood and cruelty, if he could, he would never mention it again.

Wu Xie turned around and walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, looked around, turned his head and asked, "Little brother, what are you eating?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle stood behind him, and replied with an expressionless face: "Whatever." ”

Wu Xie smiled, smiled happily, and said openly: "You are not a picky eater as always, so you can feed." ”

The stuffy oil bottle replied seriously: "Only for you." ”

Wu Xie's face turned slightly red, don't look around, and muttered: "Anyway, if you're not a picky eater, then stir-fry vinegared cabbage, green pepper and shredded potatoes, and have a tomato egg." ”