Wen Xi wiped his hands and ran to open the door.
Just as she put her hand on the door handle, she paused. Since she was home alone, it was better to be cautious. So instead of opening the door directly, she stood on tiptoe and peeked out through the peephole.
The man standing outside the door was a stranger. He was not the courier she knew, and he was not wearing a courier uniform.
Fortunately, she was smart enough not to open the door directly.
Seeing no one answered, the man continued to ring the doorbell.
"Who is it?"
"Hello, I'm a delivery man."
takeout?
Wen Xi raised his eyebrows.
When did she order takeout?
"You delivered it to the wrong place. I didn't order takeout."
Wen Xi became alert and took out his cell phone to call the property management while speaking.
"He didn't make the wrong delivery. It was my order. Open the door."
At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded, low and pleasant, touching the heartstrings, like a beautiful cello solo.
"He Tingyan? Why are you here?"
Wen Xi opened the door with some surprise.
"I'm here to pick you up."
"Pick me up? For what?"
"Have you forgotten the New Year's party tonight?" He Tingyan raised his eyebrows.
“…”
Wen Xi felt like waking up from a dream.
She really forgot.
She had received the invitation from the He family a month ago. When she went to deliver the painting yesterday, Grandpa He reminded her of it. However, after painting all day, Ah Dai became dull and completely forgot about it.
Seeing her stunned look, He Tingyan snorted lightly, with an expression that said 'I knew it'.
He rolled up his sleeves, placed the takeouts on the table one by one and opened them.
"What are you still doing there? It's getting late, come and have dinner."
"Oh." Wen Xi walked over and saw the logo on the package, and was surprised: "Is this takeout from Taoran Pavilion?"
As far as she knew, this restaurant never did takeout.
"Well, eat it."
Wen Xi took the chopsticks handed to her by He Tingyan, glanced at them, and saw that they were all her favorite dishes. She was immediately delighted and started to eat with big mouthfuls of food.
"Doesn't his place only offer dine-in and no takeout?"
"As long as I want, there is nothing I can't do."
“…”
Rich people.
He just speaks so arrogantly.
Wen Xi buried her head in her food: "Actually, you don't have to come pick me up specially, just give me a call, I can go by myself."
"I can't get through."
"Can't get through?" Wen Xi was stunned for a moment before reacting, "Oh, I just turned the phone to mute while drawing. Sorry."
"I guess by the time you remember this, the New Year will be over." He Tingyan glanced at her.
“…”
Wen Xi ate silently, his head almost buried in the bowl.
"What does it smell like?"
"ah?"
"It seems to have a burnt smell." He Tingyan paused while serving the dishes, frowned and glanced around.
Burnt smell?
Wen Xi took a few deep breaths and indeed smelled like something burning.
"It seems to be blowing from that side." He Tingyan said as he stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
Wen Xi then remembered that he was still boiling water for cooking noodles.
“Oh no!”
She jumped up and ran to the kitchen.
The water in the small pot has boiled dry, and the bottom of the pot is sizzling, with a wisp of green smoke coming out from time to time.
“Ahem…”
It smells so bad!
Wen Xi hurriedly turned off the natural gas and turned on the range hood.
In his haste, he accidentally touched the chopping board beside him.
"Are you so irritable when you're home alone?"
He Tingyan quickly caught the chopping board and the kitchen knife that almost fell to the ground.
"It's an accident. What an accident."
Wen Xi's heart skipped a beat when she saw the kitchen knife in his hand.
Fortunately, He Tingyan was quick-witted, otherwise her feet might be broken now.
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