Chapter 20 Today is Saturday
"Hmm, it's quite strange." Xiao Ye nodded, thinking that he would visit Qingzhou when he had the chance in the future and ask about Qingzhou's favorite food.
"Today's shoot must be completed smoothly. I'm going to Wen Miao's place for dinner tonight." Wen Qingzhou said as he raised half of his arm to support his temple.
"Don't worry, I will." Xiao Ye said with the corners of his lips curved.
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"Aren't you going to work? Why haven't you changed your clothes yet..."
After Wen Qingzhou left, the atmosphere between Wen Miao and Wen Shuzhou who were left at the door became a little awkward. In order to ease the awkwardness, Wen Miao pointed at the pajamas that Wen Shuzhou was still wearing and said something for fun.
"Today is Saturday, I'm taking a day off." Wen Shuzhou said calmly.
"Oh, I remembered it wrong." Wen Miaowei turned his head.
On this day, he really couldn't continue the conversation.
"Are you going back?" Wen Shuzhou called out to him the moment Wen Miao turned around.
"Yeah, you... have something to do?" Wen Miao glanced at Wen Shuzhou in confusion.
"Anything else?" Wen Shuzhou stared into Wen Miao's eyes and suddenly asked this question.
"Anything else? What anything else?" Wen Miao was confused by this question.
"Sandwich, the same sandwich you gave Qingzhou, I want one too." Wen Shuzhou raised his lips and said with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
"Aren't you taking a break? Why don't you make something to eat for yourself?" Wen Miao raised his eyes and asked inquiringly.
"I... my cooking is rather unpalatable." Wen Shuzhou said frankly.
Actually, Wen Shuzhou did hold back when he said this. One day a few months later, Wen Miao had the good fortune to eat the rice cooked by Wen Shuzhou. It was a dark mass, and it wasn’t just unpalatable, it was completely inedible.
"...Okay, come in with me." Wen Miao looked Wen Shuzhou up and down and said.
"Yeah." Having achieved his goal, Wen Shuzhou chuckled almost inaudibly.
"Please sit down. Would you like some porridge? I made some porridge with preserved egg and lean meat!" Wen Miao asked Wen Shuzhou before entering the kitchen.
"Drink it. I also like century egg and lean meat porridge." Wen Shuzhou raised the corners of his lips and said.
"Okay, I understand."
This was the first time that Wen Shuzhou entered Wen Miao's home. While Wen Miao was in the kitchen, Wen Shuzhou glanced around through his gold-rimmed glasses. Not only was the room clean, it was also decorated in a cozy atmosphere, and the cooking skills were also very good.
Wen Shuzhou never thought that a boy could live such a refined and free life.
After a while, Wen Miao brought porridge and sandwiches, plus a plate of pickled radishes.
"Let's eat!"
"This radish is delicious, crispy and has a lingering flavor. Wen Miao, where did you buy it? I want to buy some too!" After taking a bite of the pickled radish with chopsticks, Wen Shuzhou fell in love.
"I pickled it myself. If you like it, I'll bring you a small jar later." Wen Miao said nonchalantly.
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