Ding Bao slept until midnight and was woken up by a knock on the door.

Although she slept well, she couldn't stand the urging "dong dong" at the door, but the person who knocked on the door was still very polite, and stopped three times for a while, and then three times and then stopped for a while.

I don't know how long this sound rang, causing Ding Bao to have a rare dream, and in his dream he was still chased by a wild boar that ran up and "knocked".

"Shhhh

Headache.

She was forcibly woken up in the middle of the night, causing her brain to be groggy and all her movements slowed down by half a beat.

What about glasses......

Oh yes, she doesn't have glasses.

Slowly getting up to open the door, the old door panel "creaked", reminding Ding Bao that the place he was now was Medusa's lair.

Raised his eyelids with difficulty, in front of him was a fair and thin chest, neatly dressed in the past, and the button was always the first young man, today he only wore a dark red pajamas and stood in front of Ding Baomen.

Looking at the white flowers in front of him, Ding Bao was stunned, his brain was like an old machine that had been abandoned for decades, and he couldn't turn at all.

What's the situation?

Seducing her in the middle of the night?

Stone addicted? Or is it crazy?

Ding Bao's desire to survive is still very strong, but when he sees the beauty, he retreats again and again.

"What are you going to do?"

Jin Ting lowered his eyes, the ribbons tied around his eyes hung down, his red lips were slightly hooked, and his voice was mixed with a little apology.

"Sorry to bother you."

Ding Bao saw that he didn't take off his blindfold, so he put his mind at ease and cleaned up his complicated mood a little, picked up the pitiful wake-up gas on his body, and forced his brain to turn on.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm hungry."

"How many points now?"

"Two o'clock in the morning."

Hungry at 2 a.m.?

"Didn't eat at night?"

Ding Bao rubbed his eyes and walked down the stairs by the handle.

Jin Ting behind him followed step by step, a cripple and a blind man, all cautious when going down the stairs.

"I don't make it delicious, I want to eat what you made."

Since eating the food cooked by Ding Bao, Jin Ting has learned why human beings are so obsessed with food, it turns out that three meals a day can be so rich, and it turns out that potatoes and beef can be made like that.

After the taste buds were satisfied, the soul was not satisfied, he wanted to eat more, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was difficult to swallow what he had eaten for thousands of years, so he knocked on Ding Bao's door.

In the kitchen, Ding Bao made a sweet and sour loin with the vegetables he had just bought, and served it with a bowl of shredded pork gnocchi soup made of flour.

Seeing that Jin Ting still took his fork to fork the tenderloin on the plate, the slippery meat always slipped under his fork at various angles, and it took two or three attempts to succeed in taking a bite.

Soon, Jin Ting frowned, her red lips tensed unconsciously, and she lost her usual kindness and gentleness, revealing a little eagerness and dissatisfaction.

"You have to use chopsticks."

Jin Ting put down his fork and whispered in a somewhat disappointed voice.

"I won't."

When Ding Bao saw it, he simply broke off the few remaining vines in the vase, cut and cleaned them with a knife, and handed them directly to Jin Ting.

"Give it a try."

The boy grimaced, a little reluctant.

But he also knew that if he slowed down, the meat on the plate would be cold, so he could only silently take the two slender wooden sticks, hold them in his hands and stick them into the plate.

"That's not right, come, I'll teach you."

As soon as the words fell, Ding Bao got up and walked behind Jin Ting, bent down to put his back against him, and one hand crossed his neck and gently grabbed his hand.