Fang Chi looked at Sun Wenqu. When Sun Wenqu said this, he still had a disdainful and mocking smile on his face, which was quite annoying, but it was his never-changing attitude that made Fang Chi feel that he was telling the truth.

Sun Wenqu has never hit Fang Ying.

In fact, after these contacts, Fang Chi felt that he didn't look like he would attack people casually. It would be more reliable to say that Ma Liang beat him.

"I... understand." Fang Chi said in a muffled voice, turned back to the kitchen.

"It's over if you know? You beat and kicked me so hard?" Sun Wenqu shouted on the sofa.

"It's not because of this," Fang Chi came out of the kitchen again and looked at him, "Why you know why you kicked you yourself? Beat you...why don't you hit you back."

"My hand hurts." Sun Wenqu shook his hand. This is still the truth. I have been climbing rock climbing for a long time today, and then it was more difficult. Now my hand is very sore.

"Then what do you want to do?" Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu stared at him for a long time and smiled: "It should be done first, I'll think about it before talking about it, and I don't eat bitter melon wine."

"The bitter melon I made is not bitter." Fang Chi frowned.

"I don't have to eat bitterness or eat it. I'm not afraid of hardship," Sun Wenqu stretched, "I just don't like the smell of bitter melon."

"Then what do you want to eat?" Fang Chi asked.

"I think about it," Sun Wenqu put his finger on his forehead for a long time, "Gluten?"

"Gluten?" Fang Chi looked at him, "There is no supermarket opposite."

"The supermarkets are full of dry gluten, who can eat that? It's not delicious," said Sun Wenqu.

Fang Chi was silent for a while: "You won't let me wash gluten for you, right?"

"That's best." Sun Wenqu said immediately.

"What?" Fang Chi's voice turned a little.

"Oh, I was scared," Sun Wenqu laughed, "The mushroom stuffed meat is assembled."

Fang Chi stared at him for a long time and walked towards the door.

"Strike?" Sun Wenqu chased after him.

"Buy mushrooms." Fang Chi said and opened the door and went out.

Sun Wenqu listened to his footsteps and felt inexplicably in a good mood. After moving his wrists, he stood up and scratched Mr. Huang's head: "Come on, can you write a piece of handwriting?"

Mr. Huang meowed twice, jumped to the ground, followed him into the study with his tail upright.

"Do you know," Sun Wenqu turned on the lamp in the study and looked at the rice paper on the desk. "The thing I hate the most is piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and pottery, but these are the advantages I can show the most, and others' eyes."

Mr. Huang climbed up along his legs, then jumped to the table, and lay down next to the pen holder.

"These things were learned from the beginning, not for fun," Sun Wenqu slowly grinded ink, "one is to polish his temperament, and two is to... it is to learn, so it's boring."

Mr. Huang was not interested in his words, and just stared at his hands grinding the ink.

"Do you like it?" Sun Wenqu reached his hand in front of it, "Is my hand quite beautiful?"

Mr. Huang stretched out his claws and hugged his hand.

"What are you writing for you?" Sun Wenqu took the pen and licked the ink slowly, "You are quite ugly... Is Mr. Huang beautiful?"

Mr. Huang ignored him and he picked up his pen.

The moment the pen tip fell on the paper, he found a familiar feeling, unhappy, depressed, depressed, and a faint sense of self-abuse.

When Fang Chi knocked on the door, Sun Wenqu Zheng wrote the last word, but ignored it.

When he finished writing, Fang Chi jumped in from the window.

Sun Wenqu put down his pen and took over Mr. Huang: "Sir, do you like it?"

"You..." Fang Chi followed him to the study room and walked over with some curiosity, "Are you writing?"

"Yes." Sun Wenqu responded, put down the cat, grabbed the paper and shook it.

"Mr. Huang...what?" Fang Chi only saw two words. Before he could see the two words behind clearly, Sun Wenqu had already thrown the paper aside. He was stunned, "You don't want me to say it, why bother?"

"The writing is powerful, Mr. Huang," Sun Wenqu picked up the cat and put it in his hand, and walked out of the study. "It's not that I don't want you to see it, but that I don't want to see it myself. I'm hungry."

The handwriting is really well written.

This is Fang Chi's impression of Mr. Huang's words, but Sun Wenqu's strange behavior dispelled his interest in the words behind and turned around and went into the kitchen.

The amount of dishes was not easy to grasp, and he had not yet figured out whether to make Sun Wenqu alone or to make it with himself.

Have a meal with Sun Wenqu?

Tsk.

He thought about it and felt uncomfortable, so he should take Mr. Huang away after he was done.

It is easy to make mushroom stuffed meat. You can mix it with eggs and marinate it with some seasonings. But today I don’t have time to soak the dried mushrooms, so I bought them fresh and not fragrant enough.

I originally thought that Sun Wenqu would just eat it alone and make a dish, but considering that he had been beaten by himself for no reason, it was an apology. After Fang Chi steamed the mushroom stuffed meat, he made a shredded mushroom meatball soup with the remaining ingredients.

When he brought the prepared dishes to the dining room, he heard Sun Wenqu calling and didn't hear clearly what he said, but Sun Wenqu's expression was a bit ugly.

"I said I don't want to! This is not something I can finish if I lower my head or not!" Sun Wenqu suddenly kicked the coffee table in annoyance and shouted, "Why do I have to lower my head?"

Fang Chi hesitated for a moment and turned back to the kitchen. He would better avoid such unpleasant calls.

After being stunned in the kitchen for a while, Sun Wenqu came in, holding the phone in his hand and frowned: "How can I eat if I don't take the dishes and chopsticks?"

"I want to wait for you to finish the phone call." Fang Chi took a set of bowls and chopsticks and put them on the dining table.

Sun Wenqu sat down at the table and looked at it: "One set?"

"I went back to eat and made a portion of one person." Fang Chi said as he went over and grabbed Mr. Huang and stuffed it into his cat bag.

When he went to get the schoolbag thrown on the ground, Sun Wenqu suddenly raised his chopsticks and bowls on the table to the ground.

Fang Chi turned his head, looked at the bowl that fell in half on the ground, and then looked at Sun Wenqu: "What do you mean?"

"How to eat alone?" Sun Wenqu kicked the broken bowl again with an unhappy look on his face.

"I eat alone every day." Fang Chi couldn't figure out whether Sun Wenqu was looking for him or was just venting his anger.

"You eat with me." Sun Wenqu frowned.

Fang Chi went over and picked up the broken bowls and chopsticks on the ground, threw them into the trash can, and then went into the kitchen. After searching for a long time, he found a plastic bowl, which was still tender green with small pink flowers...

He washed the bowl and took it over and placed it on the table: "I'm not used to eating here, you always feel uncomfortable when you look at me."

"Do you have some service spirit?" Sun Wenqu still frowned.

"There is no meal with me on the contract." Fang Chi held back the unhappiness. After all, he was embarrassed to hit Sun Wenqu before.

"Depending on the specific situation, it has increased now. I'll eat here today." Sun Wenqu said a little impatiently.

"Can you... not do this?" Fang Chi also frowned.

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything, and raised his hand to sweep the bowl to the ground again, but this time it didn't break.

Fang Chi glanced at him, turned around and threw his schoolbag on his back, picked up his cat bag and opened the door and walked out.

When the door was closed, Sun Wenqu threw the chopsticks to the ground again.

After sitting at the table for a few minutes, he sighed, got up, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, took them to wash, and turned on the TV.

Watching TV while having a meal.

Fang Chi's craftsmanship is average. As an ordinary boy, it is very good. He is much better than the aunt who made houses on the construction site before, but for someone like Sun Wenqu who is difficult to serve, it is average.

The meat is not tender enough, the mushrooms are too moisture, the scallions are put early, and the soup is a little salty...

But thinking about this, Sun Wenqu quickly ate all the dishes and soup, after all, he was hungry.

Fang Chi felt so nervous that he couldn't suppress the discomfort after eating two bowls of noodles on the way.

The unhappy school was so happy that Sun Wenqu was waiting for him, and Fang Ying, who had avoided the sudden sarcastic spirit of the school, was waiting for him, and Fang Ying, who asked him to suppress the fire, had never contacted him after getting the money.

Fang Chi felt depressed all over and didn't want to go back. He carried Mr. Huang slowly along the path. After walking for a while, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

There was a few rings there, and a man answered the phone: "Hey?"

"Uncle Zhang, we Fang Chi," said Fang Chi, "Is it convenient for you now? I want to talk to my grandfather."

"It's convenient, wait, I'll go to his house, and he's talking about you this afternoon." Uncle Zhang said with a smile.

Uncle Zhang is a grandfather's neighbor, so he watched him grow up. The old man and the old lady couldn't use their cell phones. Every time Fang Chi called back, he had to call Uncle Zhang's number.

"Xiao Chi's phone number!" Uncle Zhang could hear from the receiver, "Are you still talking about it in the afternoon? I'm calling here!"

"Xiao Chi?" Grandpa's voice came from over there.

"Grandpa," said Fang Chi, "had you finished your meal?"

"I'm done, your grandma cooks today," Grandpa lowered his voice, "Oh, it's so unpleasant."

Fang Chi laughed: "Then why don't you do it?"

"She won't let it go," Grandpa also smiled, "Your aunt came over yesterday. I said I would cook, but your grandma must not do it. The tears of giving it to your aunt were all over."

"Be careful that my grandma hears it," Fang Chi sat next to the flower bed on the side of the road, "Are you two doing well?"
To be continued...