"No," said Cheng Ke, "I just asked if you saw it?"

"I didn't see it," said Jiang Yuduo, "Don't be suspicious."

"…Oh." Cheng Ke turned his head.

Jiang Yuduo looked nothing unusual, and his eyes were different from when he saw "them" in the past... He actually became suspicious?

If there is no "protection" this reason.

That's...what happened?

Cheng Ke glanced at Jiang Yuduo's right arm that was still hanging beside him.

After hesitating for two seconds, he gritted his teeth and pressed his arm in a very casual posture, and stacked it on Jiang Yudu's arm.

Jiang Yuduo did not hide or even moved.

Cheng Ke didn't expect such a situation. Now he doesn't know whether he should take his arm away or continue to hold it like this.

Take it away, I can't bear to leave it. The subtle ambiguity that only you can feel in the crowd is more sensational than the kiss in broad daylight.

If you don't take it away, it's like a fool who is taking advantage of others.

Fortunately, although the people in front of them were large, there were not many items, so they quickly settled the accounts and left. Cheng Ke quickly collected his magic power and put the things in the car on the cashier.

"I'll go there." Jiang Yuduo squeezed out from behind him and waited at the cashier.

This kind of close-fitting and hot dance finally ended, and Cheng Ke breathed a sigh of relief.

The place for dinner was at Jiang Yuduo's house, which was close to each other and had complete tools.

When entering the corridor, the door opposite opened, and a little boy ran out, holding a small bag full of firecrackers in his hand.

"Uncle Jiang." The little boy snatched Jiang Yu and raised the small bag in his hand, "Guess what's here."

He fought with a small bag, and several firecrackers fell out inside.

"Radish." Jiang Yuduo glanced at the firecrackers on the ground.

"No! It's firecrackers! There are fireworks!" The little boy smiled very proudly.

"Your grandma is here." Jiang Yuduo glanced at the door behind him.

The little boy was startled and ran away in a hurry with his bag.

Jiang Yuduo picked up the firecrackers on the ground, opened the door and entered the house.

"Is this three and a half years old?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Well, I'm four years old," Jiang Yuduo nodded, "his grandma won't let him go out and set off firecrackers by himself."

Cheng Ke smiled.

After entering the house and closing the door, Meow turned lazily from the backyard with her tail upright.

"A sissy," Jiang Yuduo glanced at it, "Can't you be more domineering when walking? It's like this."

"The cat just walks like this," Cheng Ke squatted down and touched Meow's head, "Where is that set of clothes? Meow Fugui's set."

"It's washed and put away, it doesn't like to wear it." Jiang Yuduo said, "I'll boil the water first, and you can help you remove the meat and put it on the plate."

"Okay." Cheng Ke followed him into the kitchen.

When Jiang Yuduo was putting water in the pot, Cheng Ke saw a scar in his left hand that had not yet recovered. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Why is the hand hurting?"

"I scratched it when helping Chen Qing decorate the glass," said Jiang Yuduo, "It's been a long time, but my injury is not easy to heal."

"Oh." Cheng Ke didn't ask any more questions, took a plate, took a box of meat rolls and pulled it up.

The box was bigger than the plate, and two meat rolls fell to the ground.

Before Cheng Ke could pick it up, Meow had already flew over and swept past the meat roll, then disappeared at the kitchen door with the meat roll.

Cheng Ke glanced at Jiang Yuzhao.

"It's okay." Jiang Yuduo said.

Before Cheng Ke could feel warm in his heart, he said again: "There are still a lot of people, so I will throw them away."

"Get out." Cheng Ke said.

Hotpot is still easy to make, just know how to make the bottom of the pot and dipping sauce.

...That's not easy either.

Cheng Ke stood in the kitchen and watched Jiang Yuduo work hard. It was the first time he had watched the production process of a meal in the kitchen when he grew up.

If it weren't for Jiang Yuduo, he would have gone to the living room to watch TV long ago.

"Can you expel sesame paste?" Jiang Yuduo turned around and asked him.

"No." Cheng Ke replied.

"Do you want to learn?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"...No," said Cheng Ke.

"Waste." Jiang Yuduo had no choice but to scoo up two spoonfuls of sauce and start to suck it himself.

Because of the fire in the kitchen, the temperature is much higher than that in the living room. Cheng Ke leaned against the wall and felt warm. The pot on the stove was steaming, and the fragrance of spicy soup base was filled with the small space.

Making hot pot at home is different from eating it.

Cheng Ke looked at Jiang Yuduo's side face seriously. Today he was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt under his jacket. Now he could see the muscle lines on his arms that were hidden from time to time due to the force.

There are two scars.

In fact, I used to eat hot pot at home, but usually he stayed in his own room. Someone came to ask him to have a meal before he went out. Sometimes if my father was in a bad mood, he would directly ask him not to call him. If he wanted to go to the restaurant himself, he would stop eating.

I never thought that watching people play hot pot in the kitchen would feel so down-to-earth and relaxed.

Of course, maybe it was just because this person was Jiang Yuduo.

A man who just digs out certain details and is attractive to him from the inside out.

Jiang Yuduo was indeed thinner. Not only could he see his face, but even though he didn't dare to touch it, he could also see that he had lost weight, probably more than ten kilograms.

"Are you alone during the Chinese New Year?" Cheng Ke asked. Maybe it was too relaxed. He listened to his voice a little erratic.

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo nodded.

"I didn't eat well," said Cheng Ke, "I lost so much."

"I'll lose weight when I change places, and I can't get used to it, and I can't sleep at night," said Jiang Yuduo. "Did you eat instant noodles during the Chinese New Year?"

"No, there is a restaurant in the hotel." Cheng Ke smiled.

"Then I lost weight," said Jiang Yuduo. "Chen Qing has almost gained weight for two more years."

"I guess what you think." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo was stirring in the bowl with chopsticks and stopped.

People can't be fucking floating.

Cheng Ke's relaxed and erratic feeling disappeared in an instant, and instead was embarrassment. He cleared his throat and turned his head to look around in the kitchen.

There is really no room for patching this sentence, so I can only grit my teeth and endure it.

"Take it out, and take it out with sesame oil." Jiang Yuduo handed him the sesame paste.

Cheng Ke took the bowl and there was a pile of freshly bought seasonings on the desk. He couldn't tell which one was sesame oil. He hugged all the dishes and took them all to the living room and placed them on the table.

Then I didn't have the nerve to go into the kitchen anymore and sat next to the table and waited for food with Miao.

Jiang Yuduo went back and forth several times before taking out a bunch of things. Finally, he put the wine on the table and sat down and sighed: "You are really a fucking young master. It's a one-time fight."

"...If you want to help, call me." Cheng Ke felt a little embarrassed.

"You sit here more steadily than a meow," said Jiang Yuduo, "I don't have the nerve to call."

Cheng Ke took the wine and opened it, poured him a glass: "Stop the anger."

"I've been angry for a long time," said Jiang Yuduo. "You are the most rude person I've ever seen. You are very calm. It's different for people to be used to being served."

Cheng Ke smiled and poured his wine on, and raised his glass to him.

Jiang Yuduo picked up the cup and touched him: "For..."

Cheng Ke waited for him and said, but Jiang Yuduo seemed to have no words anymore, so he just held up his cup and stood there.

"For friends." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo looked at him steadily, and after a while he raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup, and then knocked the cup heavily onto the table: "For your friends."

The soup base that Jiang Yuduo picked was very fragrant, and Cheng Ke felt that he had put several packs in it, and the taste was very strong. Just as he was about to pick up a chopstick to rinse it, Jiang Yuduo picked up the plate.

"San brother, third brother," Cheng Ke quickly held his hand, "I have a request."

"Hmm?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"Can we eat with one chopstick and one chopstick?" Cheng Ke said, "I can't eat a plate this time, and I'm in a hurry."

Jiang Yuduo frowned: "There are so many things, okay."
To be continued...