Lu Zixiao pointed to the pile of ingredients on the stove and said, "Do you think it's too much work? Then you can make the soup and cook the dishes, and I'll chop the stuffing."
"...Forget it, just pretend I never said anything." Lin Ze stopped complaining instantly.
Although the two were busy with their own things in the kitchen, they seemed to have an inexplicable tacit understanding. When Lin Ze saw what vegetables Lu Zixiao needed next, he would wash them in advance and hand them to him. When Lu Zixiao found that Lin Ze didn't understand something, he would go over to help him solve it without waiting for him to say anything.
After busying himself for a while, Lin Ze had almost finished chopping the meat filling. Just as he was about to turn around and call Lu Zixiao, he heard this man suddenly speak.
"Lin Ze, thank you."
"Huh?" Lin Ze was stunned. "What are you thanking me for? Thanking me for helping you? When did you become so distant?"
"No," Lu Zixiao said, "Thank you for the game console you gave Xiaobao today. He's very happy, but... it's not cheap, is it?"
Lin Ze immediately understood what he meant and said in a serious tone, "Yes, it's quite expensive. It cost me half a month's pocket money."
Lu Zixiao paused while cutting vegetables: "How much? I'll give it to you."
"Two thousand eight," said Lin Ze.
"...Can I give you half?" Lu Zixiao turned to look at him, looking a little embarrassed.
"You're totally sick!" Lin Ze cursed back. "I already told you that it was a meeting gift from me to Xiaobao. Why are you giving me money? Besides, why would I ask you for money?"
"The coffee shop owner can give me around 8,000 yuan this month," Lu Zixiao said to himself, "I'll give you the money for the game console then."
"Although your uncle and aunt give you a lot of pocket money, this is really a bit expensive. I think I should still give it to you."
Lin Ze folded his arms and looked at him for a long time without saying anything. After a few seconds, he began to put all the chopped meat into a small bowl with an expressionless face, then picked it up and left.
"Hey!" Lu Zixiao hurriedly stopped him, "Where are you going?"
Lin Ze said in a bad tone: "I'll take it home! I'll eat the stuffing I made myself!"
"Then what should we do?" Lu Zixiao was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"Eat shit!" Lin Ze was furious. "Lu Zixiao, we're done! I'm not going to talk to you anymore!"
"No, what's wrong?" Lu Zixiao sighed, "Why are you like a pissed-off cat? If you have anything to say, just talk it over nicely."
"I can't say it nicely," Lin Ze snorted. "Look at you, I bought Xiaobao a game console. You keep talking about money. What's money? I'm not short of money."
"Lu Zixiao, let me ask you, am I your best friend?"
"Yes," Lu Zixiao said.
"Let me ask you again," Lin Ze looked at him steadily, "Xiaobao is happy, are you happy?"
Lu Zixiao: “…Happy”
"That's enough," Lin Ze said, "If you mention money to me again, I'll fucking bite you to death!"
Lu Zixiao watched him turn around and put down the pot of minced meat, and smiled helplessly.
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