The next day.

Ou Yimo got up on time at seven o'clock, took care of everything and came to Liao Yan's door.

After ringing the doorbell a few times, there was a roar with a deep tiredness from inside: "Who! ”。

"I, Ye Mo." Ou Yimo raised his eyebrows, and said in his heart, he was quite angry when he got up.

Knowing that Liao Yan heard it, Ou Yimo patiently waited for him to open the door.

I don't know how long it took, Ou Yimo raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, nearly ten minutes had passed.

He frowned, wondering if Liao Yan had fallen asleep.

Just as he was about to bang on the door and bombard Liao Yan, the door was opened.

"Are you a chicken? Wake up so early! "As soon as I entered the door, Liao Xiaocao's complaints came to my face with a 'hurricane'-like momentum.

"Are you a pig? Wake up so late! Ou Yimo replied mercilessly.

After changing into the slippers prepared yesterday at the entrance, Ou Yimo turned around with the ingredients and was about to go to the kitchen, but accidentally took a picture with Liao Yan, who was sitting on the sofa and was facing him.

Liao Yan was holding a messy chicken nest head at this time, and his originally sharp eyes were a little hollow, and the most eye-catching thing was the two big dark circles, which really made people wonder what he had experienced.

Looking at each other, Ou Yimo couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, and the bag he was holding in his hand almost fell to the ground without holding it steadily.

Being stared at by Ou Yimo was a little uncomfortable, Liao Yan turned his gaze awkwardly, displeased: "What to see!" Haven't you ever seen someone with insomnia! ”

Ou Yimo held back a smile and complained to him: "Poof...... Liao Dashao, did you go out with me on your back last night, and why did you become a 'panda' after you didn't see me overnight? ”

Liao Yan ignored him anymore, lay on the sofa and turned over to continue to catch up on sleep.

In fact, the real reason for Liao Yan's insomnia is Ou Yimo.

Last night, he didn't know what kind of wind he was pumping, as soon as he lay down, his mind was full of Ou Yimo, and finally he tossed and turned until more than three o'clock before falling asleep, but the culprit actually ran around him early in the morning to clear his dreams, which is really hateful!

Liao Yan, who lay down for a few minutes, completely unaware that 'Ou Yimo came early in the morning to make breakfast for him', became more and more angry the more he thought about it, he couldn't swallow this breath at all, and decided to give Ou Yimo some color 'Look'.

At this time, Liao Yan, who was bent on teaching someone a lesson, completely forgot that his current behavior was the behavior that he classified as 'childish'.

When he came to the kitchen, Ou Yimo was studying the seasoning in his hand, muttering a few words in a low voice from time to time.

Liao Yan leaned against the door with his arms folded, squinted at Ou Yimo's serious face, and snorted coldly.

As if he hadn't heard it, Ou Yimo was still seriously tinkering with his ingredients......

Seeing that the other party didn't pay attention to him at all, as if he wanted to prove his existence, Liao Yan coughed a few times.

Successfully attracting the attention of the other party, Liao Yan said in a weird manner: "What are you doing?" ”

"You're not blind, don't you see me cooking noodles?"

Of course, Liao Yan knew what he was doing, but he was originally looking for trouble, and of course he didn't want to let go of this opportunity to make trouble, so he began to chatter and 'sarcastic' Ou Yimo.

Ou Yimo was accustomed to it, and when he saw it, it was almost cooked, and he tasted it, but it was unexpectedly good, and he smashed his mouth with satisfaction.

On the other side, seeing Ou Yimo's disapproving appearance, Liao Yan also reflected how 'naïve' he was, so he sulked with a dark face.

Ou Yimo filled a bowl of noodles, sprinkled some green onions to decorate, and put the noodles on the table and pushed them in front of Liao Yan.

Liao Yan paused, glanced at the steaming face, and then looked up at Ou Yimo, his face full of 'What do you mean'.

"Don't look at me, the noodles are cooked for you, don't ask." Ou Yimo raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by Liao Yan's sluggishness today.