Probably after a year of living without a regular schedule, Ling Miao was lucky to be late on the first day of work.

Standing outside Su Yuyang's house, Ling Miao held on to the wall and gasped: fainting, even if you live on the 10th floor, there is no elevator, Su Yuyang, are you masochistic or masochistic or masochistic?

If Ling Miao still had the strength to speak, the last sentence would definitely howl, but unfortunately, he felt pain when he was panting now.

"Yo, I was thirty minutes late on the first day of work, and I have a personality!" This was the first sentence Su Yuyang said after opening the door, tepid, and he couldn't hear any emotion. Ling Miao gasped, his eyes were a little glazed, he opened his mouth to explain, but Su Yuyang interrupted him: "Cook first." ”

Ling Miao heard the displeasure in Su Yuyang's words, and he honestly closed his mouth.

Su Yuyang turned around and walked towards the room, but Ling Miao was still stunned outside the door. Su Yuyang frowned, and patiently grabbed Ling Miao's arm and dragged Ling Miao into the house. Before Ling Miao could take a good look at Su Yuyang's home, he was stuffed into the kitchen by Su Yuyang.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Ling Miao took the apron handed by Su Yuyang - hey, it was actually brand new, and the creases were still there.

"Cook." Su Yuyang's cold and hard voice made Ling Miao's whole body tense, staring at Su Yuyang's constipated face, he put on his apron in a panic, and asked with a smile: "Boss, what do you want to eat?" ”

"Whatever you want, but with speed." Leaving his request, Su Yuyang left the kitchen. Ling Miao was about to take a breath when Su Yuyang's voice came again: "Boss? Didn't I say it, just call me Brother Su. ”

"Brother Su?" Ling Miao tried to scream.

"Hurry up and cook!" Su Yuyang urged.

"Yes, yes, yes." Ling Miao tiptoed around and made sure that Su Yuyang was not outside the kitchen before he completely relaxed.

"Cooking, that's my strongest support skill." Ling Seconds, whistling, looking extremely proud, but soon he felt like he was in hell.

Looking at the refrigerator with only a few cartons of pure milk, Ling Miao gritted his teeth and said, "Cooking, stir-frying air or braising the northwest wind, or can't you steam tap water?" If you want me to cook, you have to have ingredients, right? Ling Miao closed the refrigerator door, and he opened all the cabinets in the kitchen with the last bit of hope, but the god of luck did not favor him - Ling Miao found that rice, oil, soy sauce, vinegar, chili, green onions, ginger, garlic, Su Yuyang's family did not have any.

"Isn't this thing cooking at home?" Ling Miao had a feeling of being teased by Su Yuyang, "Heh, you made it so difficult for me on the first day of work, you are Su Yuyang!" Ling Miao gritted his teeth, as if he was going to chew Su Yuyang to pieces.

Ling Miao was still thinking about why Su Yuyang was embarrassed by himself, and Su Yuyang spoke at an inopportune time: "Is Ling Miao's meal ready?" I was so hungry that my chest was pressed against my back. Su Yuyang was speaking in a joking tone, but his breath was as weak as a patient who was about to die.

Ling Miao, who was angry, didn't hear anything abnormal, he opened his mouth and shouted angrily: "Eat, eat, eat, you know to eat, you have prepared the ingredients for me!" There is no rice, no oil, no vegetables, no noodles or quick-frozen food, what do you want me to do? Ling Miao walked up to Su Yuyang with an empty bowl, put the bowl on the coffee table and said angrily: "Then, eat it and fry the air." ”

Ling Miao's tone made Su Yuyang frown, he obviously didn't understand the reason why Ling Miao's anger was. Ling Miao threw his apron to the ground, clapped his hands and said coldly: "Su Yuyang, if you don't like it, I'll just say it, don't find something to embarrass me." ”

Being told by Ling Miao, Su Yuyang was even more confused, he looked at Ling Miao puzzled, Ling Miao shook Su Yuyang's eyeballs and sneered: "Su Yuyang, you have teased me one after another, if you don't say anything today, I will still rely on you." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ling Miao sat on the sofa.

Ling Miao clasped his hands on his chest, crossed Erlang's legs and raised his eyebrows to look at Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang rubbed the bridge of his nose, he only felt that his head was a mess.

"Ling Second, what's the matter, can you talk about it later?" Su Yuyang spoke softly, and he looked a little weak. Ling Miao looked like an uncle, he swapped his legs, pretending not to hear Su Yuyang's words.

"Ling ......" As soon as Su Yuyang's words came out, Ling Miao heard a "bang", and he raised his eyes to see that Su Yuyang was curled up on the ground.

"Hey, are you alright?" Ling Miao rushed to Su Yuyang's side and squatted down, he broke the man's head, just glanced at the man's face, Ling Miao was so frightened that he stepped back: Su Yuyang's face was like paper paste, so pale that he felt ashamed of A4 paper.

"Are you alright?" Ling Miao slapped Su Yuyang's face, and the cold touch made Ling Miao's heart start.