find marriage

Chapter 7
The term “friend” is ambiguously defined.Intimate yet distant, ambiguous yet strange.When Yu Zhaoyi faced Jiang Huan's question, he didn't know how to answer it for a moment.

In her heart, Zhong Li is not her friend, but he is definitely not a lover.

At this time they were all looking at her closely, waiting for her answer.

Yu Zhaoyi's mind was in a turmoil, and finally nodded exhausted.

Whatever, are we friends?
love is not.

Zhong Li's face turned pale.

friend.

He is not Yu Zhaoyi's friend. How can such a pale word describe the love between them? How can such a boiling and passionate past be smoothed over with the word "friend"?

His farewell was a betrayal, and Yu Zhaoyi should hate him.

At this moment, Zhong Li would rather be Yu Zhaoyi's enemy than his friend.

Zhong Li still left, a bit embarrassed and lonely. From his back, Yu Zhaoyi could not recognize him, but from the bottom of his heart, he could not help but feel an almost perverted pleasure.

She used to live in such a lonely way.

It must be more painful than him, Yu Zhaoyi thought cruelly.

After Zhong Li left, Jiang Huan took a sip of water and glanced at the food on the table that Yu Zhaoyi had not eaten at all, "Have you had lunch?"

Yu Zhaoyi thought he was asking about the food Zhongli brought on the table, so he shook his head and said "no".

It wasn't until Jiang Huan rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen that he realized what he meant, but Jiang Huan was already chopping vegetables and cracking eggs.Yu Zhaoyi inevitably thought of the Malatang he threw away. He only took a few bites before Zhong Li threw it away in anger.

Yu Zhaoyi glanced at the bowls and chopsticks that Zhong Li took out on the table, which was full of food, frowned, and dumped them all into the garbage bag, and went out to throw them away.

When he came in again, Jiang Huan had put all the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen and was already washing them.

I don't know what's cooking in the pot.

Cut the peeled tomatoes into small cubes and put them in a small bowl, and the eggs have been beaten evenly.

Jiang Huan is tall. Standing in the small kitchen, the originally spacious space seems much smaller. He is even wearing formal clothes, a white shirt and black suit pants.

It's a very monotonous match, but it doesn't look old-fashioned on him, especially the two buttons on the white shirt are still open.

Quite...sexy.

Yu Zhaoyi looked at it for a long time. It wasn't until Jiang Huan finished washing the dishes and prepared to put them in the cupboard that Yu Zhaoyi could no longer look away.

Jiang Huan bent down and put the bowl into the cupboard. The shirt material on his back was suddenly tightened, reflecting his skin color. Yu Zhaoyi looked at it and asked uncontrollably, "Do you like blue shirts?" ?”

Jiang Huan put the bowl away, straightened his waist again, looked at Yu Zhaoyi, but only glanced at it naturally, then looked at the pot again, his hands kept moving, and asked casually, "Do you want to buy it for me? ?”

Buy him clothes.

Yu Zhaoyi originally wanted to buy him clothes, but after telling him what was going on, he bit the bullet and replied, "Yes, you should look good in blue."

Jiang Huan stopped talking.

Yu Zhaoyi thought about it and suddenly felt that maybe this kind of science and engineering guy didn't like flashy colors. Straight men just like black, white and gray.

So she changed her words, "If you like white shirts very much..." I will buy you a white shirt another day?
"Okay."

The words of the two overlapped, Jiang Huan put the lid back on the pot and looked back at her, "If you think blue looks good, buy blue."

Yu Zhaoyi nodded and added, "You must look good in blue."

Jiang Huan almost laughed, but he held it back and said, "Then when will you buy it for me?"

Before Yu Zhaoyi could react, Jiang Huan asked again, "Where can I buy it? When? I'm quite busy these days." Yu Zhaoyi didn't understand Jiang Huan's words at all, but just continued what he said and asked, "You When is it emptier?”

"tonight."

Yu Zhao walked to the sofa in a daze to wait for lunch. After staring at the TV in a daze for a long time, he suddenly realized when did she say she wanted to go shopping with Jiang Huan?She was originally just planning to buy a shirt for Jiang Huan online for two to three hundred yuan.

But the deal is done, and it's useless for Yu Zhaoyi to dwell on it.

Suddenly there was a smell in the kitchen.

No, it smells good to Yu Zhaoyi's nose.

Snail noodles! ! !
Yu Zhaoyi jumped up from the sofa and jumped into the kitchen with a few small steps, "Are you cooking snail noodles?"

She turned her head to look.

Jiang Huan nodded, "There are more than a dozen packets of snail noodles in the cupboard. You should have bought them, right?"

"Hmm, I didn't expect that you also like to eat."

Jiang Huan was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

It's rare to see someone who has similar tastes, and Yu Zhaoyi is in a good mood, "My parents don't eat it, and they told me to buy my own pot to cook snail noodles. It's great that you like to eat it too."

Jiang Huan was stunned for a few seconds and nodded, "Yes."

Yu Zhaoyi was delighted, Jiang Huan had just put a bag of rice noodles into another pot of cold water to cook, and under Yu Zhaoyi's sight, he took out a second bag from the cupboard and put it in.

Jiang Huan's method of cooking snail noodles is very different from Yu Zhaoyi's traditional method. He first stir-fries the tomatoes, stir-fries the sand, then adds water and simmers for a while, and then adds the snail noodles packet.

In another pot, cook snail noodles.

Yu Zhaoyi looked at Jiang Huan's familiar movements and couldn't help but praise, "Okay, it looks very appetizing."

Yu Zhaoyi swallowed and smiled, "It must be delicious."

In fact, she was already hungry.

Looking at Yu Zhaoyi's cheerful back, Jiang Huan silently threw away the second packet of snail noodles.

Then opened a window.

Yu Zhaoyi has a strong taste and likes to eat snail noodles. It was because of snail noodles that he and Gao Yue became close friends at the beginning.

In their worldview, everyone has been divided into two categories, those who eat snail noodles and those who don't.

Zhong Li doesn't eat snail noodles. In the past, when the four of them traveled to Guangxi, they would eat separately.

Yu Zhaoyi and Gao Yue sat together, and the other two men sat together.

Zhong Li was really intolerable to the taste of snail noodles and said it was like eating shit. Yu Zhaoyi had never eaten it in front of him.

However, Zhong Li didn't dislike Yu Zhaoyi eating snail noodles. Sometimes he helped Yu Zhaoyi order takeout and would order a side of snail noodles, but most of the time, he didn't order it.

Jiang Huan quickly brought two bowls of snail noodles to the dining table, Yu Zhaoyi sat down consciously, waited for Jiang Huan to sit down, and then couldn't bear it, sucked it up in one gulp, and didn't even care about it the heat.

Jiang Huan ate more elegantly and slowly, but he didn't eat much. He put down his chopsticks after a few bites. Looking at Yu Zhaoyi's questioning look, he explained, "I just ate outside."

As soon as he finished speaking, he thought about how to explain why he had to eat after eating.

It was just that Yu Zhaoyi blurted out in the next second, "Snail noodles are really hard to resist." She still had snail noodles in her mouth and her words were unclear, but her eyes were full of disdain for Jiang Huan because of his love for eating snail noodles. The understanding of eating twice.

Jiang Huan was silent.

　Happy National Day, kids!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)