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To be honest, if Wen Yao really ends up in jail, it seems like I really would have to bail her out myself.

We can't expect the elderly to fish it out, can we?

Qin Yizhu was just saying it casually, but Wen Yao took it to heart.

No, it won't.

She shook her head.

"You'd better be."

It's okay to draw secretly.

Qin Yizhu suddenly remembered a genius classmate from junior high school who printed out screenshots from adult films and sold them to his classmates.

The problem is that some people actually buy them.

Then he was punished by the homeroom teacher.

After returning home, Qin Yizhu went to the kitchen to get busy.

"I'll do it."

Wen Yao stood behind Qin Yizhu, watching him roll up his sleeves, and stepped forward to speak.

Do you know how to debone chicken wings?

How to debone chicken wings?

This does indeed touch upon Wen Yao's area of ​​knowledge.

She had never done such delicate work before.

She gently shook her head.

"I can learn."

"Then you can just watch from the side."

Qin Yizhu didn't kick her out, but pointed to the seat next to him and said.

"it is good."

Since it was brought back from the chilled section, there was no need to thaw it separately. He quickly cut off the cartilage at both ends of the chicken wing, severed the tendons, and then deboned it.

Wen Yao watched from the side.

Qin Yizhu's movements were clean and efficient.

They look like someone who cooks often.

Oh, and he said his parents are rarely home.

Doesn't that mean...?

Do you usually cook for yourself?

"Pretty much, but people can starve to death eventually, right?"

Qin Yizhu brought her cooking skills with her.

I already live an unhealthy lifestyle during the week, so I can't possibly eat takeout on the weekend, can I?

He didn't show much expression on his face when he was processing the chicken wings, as if deboning them wasn't difficult.

Wen Yao watched from the sidelines, feeling it was about time for her to take over.

However, Qin Yizhu didn't seem to intend for her to come.

"You don't usually use the kitchen, do you?"

Seeing the silence between the two, Qin Yizhu asked.

After all, there wasn't much in the refrigerator when he came back.

"Yeah, I usually eat at school."

"Actually, the school food is alright. Could you take the shrimp paste out of the fridge for me?"

The deboning work was almost finished, and he directed Wen Yao, who was somewhat lost in thought, beside him.

"If you're at home, do you need to take care of elderly relatives?"

"Need not."

Wen Yao shook her head.

Her maternal grandparents weren't in that state yet; on the contrary, they were in very good health.

Besides, she has an uncle and aunt, so even if it comes to taking care of her in old age, it won't be her turn.

Qin Yizhu squeezed shrimp paste into the deboned chicken wings with practiced ease.

Wen Yao felt that this was probably not the first time he had made this dish.

"If you ever want to go back, you can call me along."

Qin Yizhu turned on the range hood, and the once quiet kitchen was filled with the roar of the machine.

"It takes more than two hours to get to my house from here, and going back and forth is too much of a waste of time."

Wen Yao didn't know why Qin Yizhu was so good to her.

It's as if everything he's doing now is as ordinary as breathing.

Is it just because of the relationship between their two mothers?

She looked up at the other person again.

Whether at school or at home, he always seemed to have an indescribable sense of relaxation about him.

It's like the kind of person who, if you tell them the world is ending tomorrow, can think about what to eat tonight.

That makes sense, since he only collected half of the homework but told the teacher he had collected it all.

While he was preparing the chicken wings, he kept humming a tune she had never heard before.

Wen Yao suddenly felt a little envious of him.

Could I perhaps become like him?

When should it be done?

University?

Or perhaps in the more distant future?

Wen Yao didn't know either.

What would you do if your uncle stayed at home all the time?

Qin Yizhu placed his hand above the pot to feel the heat, then poured in oil, added chicken wings, and casually stir-fried them.

He bought this pot himself, and he's always very careful when using it, afraid of burning it.

"Probably not."

Wen Yao hadn't thought of that.

"It would be best if you didn't know how."

Looking at the chicken wings in the pot, Qin Yizhu suddenly realized that apart from getting him the shrimp paste, she hadn't been able to help him with anything else.

Kind of embarrassing.

After frying until golden brown, Qin Yizhu started adding seasonings: light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, and after stir-frying a couple of times, he opened a can of cola and poured it in.

Finally, I put the lid on and started washing the tomatoes again.

"Do you still want to do it?"

Wen Yao felt that the two of them cooking one dish was about right.

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes".

"Shall I do this?"

I don't trust you to do it.

what?

Wen Yao was stunned for a moment.

What do you mean he doesn't trust me to do it?

Is that correct?

Isn't Qin Yizhu a bit too strange?

"Should I put the eggs or the tomatoes in first?"

"egg."

"Sweet or savory?"

"Salty mouth."

"Do you want some sugar?"

"Add a little to enhance the flavor."

Qin Yizhu gave Wen Yao a thumbs-up with his wet hands.

"Then we can pee together, no, I mean, eat together."

As the saying goes, different people have different accents even within a short distance, so whether two people can eat together is something to consider.

If Wen Yao were to make an absolutely amazing, sticky, sweet tomato and egg stir-fry, Qin Yizhu wouldn't even lift a finger to eat it.

I said, why should I wrong myself? I can't wrong my tongue, does anyone understand?

That's why he said he didn't trust Wen Yao to do it.

What? You mean what if two people have different tastes and Wenyao doesn't want to eat?

Do you even know what "when in Rome, do as the Romans do" means?

There's also cola chicken wings, isn't there?

"I'll start cooking the rice first, you can cook it later."

He hadn't cooked in a long time and forgot to make rice.

"it is good."

Wen Yao bent down to wash the tomatoes, cold water flowing over her hands; warm water wasn't necessary at this time of year.

She seemed a little lost in thought.

The two of them seem a bit strange right now.

Wen Yao knew that Qin Yizhu was not a bad person, and she also knew that he did not ask her for anything in return, but it was precisely this that made her feel somewhat uneasy.

The scariest thing is when a woman wants nothing from you.

If it were a man, would it be the same?

Qin Yizhu did not leave the kitchen, but stood in front of the pot, occasionally lifting the lid to check on it to prevent it from burning dry.

"Let's do it now."

He checked the time, took the chicken wings out of the bowl, and then said to Wen Yao.

"it is good."

Qin Yizhu didn't stand in front of her while she was doing this; instead, he went to sit down at the dining table and waited.

The rice will be cooked soon, and then we can eat.

Every single day.

He glanced at his phone. Was there a transfer?

It's great to have money transfers; who doesn't like money?

It's Tu Rou.

Besides transferring the money, he also posted a very long, rambling essay.

Qin Yizhu glanced at it and basically said that if she could avoid making Wen Yao spend money, she shouldn't, because the little girl was quite pitiful.

Do I really need to tell you this?

Just transfer the money, and I promise to treat her to a delicious meal this weekend.

Qin Yizhu simply replied with "OK" and then accepted the transfer without any qualms.

"Eat more, look how skinny you are. You're like a bamboo pole."

At the dinner table, Qin Yizhu ate his rice while speaking to Wen Yao.

"Um."

Wen Yao remained silent, only giving a soft reply.

She still wanted to know why Qin Yizhu was so good to her.

"Don't leave any leftovers, I want to eat something else tonight."

"what?"

Wen Yao looked at the dozen or so chicken wings on the plate. Were they going to eat them all?

"Well, just don't hold on any longer."

Maybe she just has a small appetite?

But she's really too thin.

My breasts have all shrunk away.