The old range hood made a lot of noise and worked hard, but it still couldn't completely block the fumes from wafting out.
Chu Yigui stood at the kitchen door and looked at Wan Qiu's back. Wan Qiu was so thin that even the back of her fair neck seemed like it could break if pinched.
Wan Qiu is not tall, and when he stands in front of the stove, he looks like a child who is learning to cook. But in fact, Wan Qiu's cooking movements seem to be very skilled.
On a sultry summer afternoon, Wan Qiu wiped the sweat off his face unconsciously.
"Is there anything I can help with?" Chu Yigui took a quick look but didn't find any area where he could help, so he asked directly.
"No." Wan Qiu said, not refusing, but really no.
Wan Qiu was not good at assigning tasks, and he had no chance to assign tasks, so he learned how to take care of everything himself.
If Chu Yigui is really asked to do something, Wan Qiu, which is already organized and orderly, will become confused.
Wan Qiu washed his hands and found five dishes ready on the table.
He saw his friend sitting at the dining table. Although Chu Yigui was sitting there, he seemed inexplicably out of place in his home. Wan Qiu could not accurately describe it in words.
"I remember not buying these vegetables?" Chu Yigui asked, pointing at the unfamiliar dishes on the table that didn't look very good.
"These are the leftovers left by Mom and Dad yesterday." Wan Qiu also sat down at the dining table.
"Leftovers?" Chu Yigui looked at the dishes on the table. There was only a simple dish of stir-fried pork with peppers and a dish of stir-fried eggs with leeks, which were made by Wan Qiu. They were simple home-cooked dishes.
It can be seen that although Wan Qiu is skilled in cooking, he is not good at it. Chu Yigui still remembers that when he was observing Wan Qiu cooking in the kitchen, the seasonings he used were very simple.
Chu Yigui sat at the table from the beginning and pointed in front of him: "Why are you putting all the leftovers in front of me?"
"These dishes are more delicious." Wan Qiu answered very sincerely.
Delicious food should be given to friends, and Wanqiu is conscious of being nice to his friends.
It is definitely not polite to entertain friends with leftovers, but Wan Qiu obviously didn't understand.
“Is that so?” Chu Yigui looked at the soft and rotten leftovers in front of him. Although they still exuded the fragrance of the seasoning, they were almost unappetizing. He said helplessly, “Thank you.”
Chu Yigui was in a delicate mood.
He never thought that he would be treated so well by his 'friends'.
And it was just the first time they met, and he just proposed to be friends.
"Why should he eat the leftovers left by those two damn guys? Has my child always been eating things that others don't want?" Yang Xiaoyu heard the commotion from Chu Yigui's side with a suppressed voice. The more he understood, the more angry and powerless he felt.
"Yigui, can we send some food over?" Chu Jianshu asked. Even though it was not convenient to meet now, at least they could do their best to improve Wanqiu's life.
Chu Yigui thought for a moment and asked, "Thank you for cooking so many dishes for me. Can I also order some takeout as a return gift and eat with you?"
"Okay." Wan Qiu blinked and responded simply.
Chu Yigui was originally worried that Wan Qiu might feel offended. Ordering takeout for a table full of prepared dishes was disrespectful to the host.
But it was obvious that Wan Qiu didn't think so.
I simply didn't want to reject Chu Yigui.
Chu Yigui also understood Wan Qiu's possible thoughts, so he made a test.
After hearing the agreement, Chu Jianshu quickly used his mobile phone to call the familiar owner of a five-star hotel and asked for some food to be delivered urgently.
"Yes, I want five dishes... Yes... OK... They must be made by the chef himself... Please... Pack them and send them to me as soon as possible... Thank you."
The boss opposite was obviously very enthusiastic. They would definitely try their best to meet Chu Jianshu's requests. This was a big shot that was usually hard to curry favor with. Although they didn't understand why he was sent to such a strange place, a smart businessman would not ask too many questions.
Yang Xiaoyu gnashed his teeth and asked, "Yigui, can you throw away all the leftovers?"
Chu Jianshu was somewhat helpless: "Xiao Yu, don't make things difficult for Yigui."
However, Chu Yigui suddenly said, "Wanqiu, can you throw away these leftovers?"
Suddenly, Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu fell silent.
Wan Qiu blinked his eyes and looked at the leftovers that had just been heated up. They looked greasy and appetizing. Why throw them away? Don't you like them? But they were obviously delicious, and it would be a pity to throw them away.
Wan Qiu was a little embarrassed.
It's not often that you get a chance to eat such delicious leftovers, so this is what he ate for breakfast this morning.
I still remember it tasted delicious.
"Okay." Although Wan Qiu was reluctant, if his friend asked him to throw it away, then he would throw it away.
"Thank you." Chu Yigui said.
Wan Qiu went to find the garbage bags he had collected and dumped all the leftovers. He looked at them eagerly, wondering if he could...
"Can I take these two dishes away?" Chu Yigui pointed to the two dishes that Wan Qiu had prepared.
Wan Qiu blinked, obviously not understanding what Chu Yigui was doing: "Where to take it?"
"Didn't you ask me to cook the meal? Then it should be mine. I can do whatever I want with it, right?" Chu Yigui asked.
Wan Qiu fell into deep thought.
These two dishes were indeed made by him for his friends.
Normally, parents won’t let him eat the food they cook for their friends, but they can let him eat the leftovers.
If there are no leftovers, then he can't eat them.
So if the food he cooks for his friends doesn’t have any leftovers, then his parents won’t be able to eat it.
But this is not just a dish I make for friends, it’s also a dish I make while waiting for my parents to come back.
what to do?
Wan Qiu fell into a logical dead loop.
"Isn't it okay?" Chu Yigui asked, "Isn't this a dish made for me?"
Wan Qiu blinked.
Suddenly I realized I was wrong.
This time he was cooking for his friends, not for his parents.
So he had to make it again specifically for his parents.
These two dishes are for friends!
"Okay." Wan Qiu agreed, but suddenly stood up, hurried to his room, took out ten dollars from under his mattress, and walked out anxiously.
"Wan Qiu?" Chu Yigui suddenly called out, very confused.
Wan Qiu turned around: "I'll be back soon."
He had to go to the market again as soon as possible to buy some ingredients. The refrigerator was empty and his mother still hadn't bought any vegetables.
I have to cook for my parents again before they come back.
Chu Yigui stood at the door and heard Wan Qiu's footsteps until he left the corridor.
"He..." Chu Yigui stood at the door. He was the only one in the rented room. "Did he just leave me here like this?"
Letting a stranger you meet for the first time look after your house alone makes you feel absolutely at ease with him.
Is Wan Qiu a person who trusts others, or is he just not wary of humans?
With such a single-threaded way of thinking, once you decide on one thing, you won’t have time to think about another thing.
If it weren't for the fact that he was dressed in rags and had nothing at home, and had never met any bad people, Chu Yigui felt that he might have the honor of seeing Wan Qiubang selling his people and making money.
Chu Yigui leaned against the door frame of his home, looking at the empty building: "Mom and Dad, maybe you want to try the food my brother cooks, right?"
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