Chapter 11
Chen Liuchi and Cen Zhao looked at each other for a moment, and both of them couldn't help laughing.
He took out his phone and scanned the QR code on Cen Zhao's screen, jokingly saying, "It's been half a month. Finally, I don't have to communicate with Forensic Doctor Cen through telepathy anymore."
Cen Zhao first said he was embarrassed, but he didn't blush at all: "The fact that we can communicate with each other to this extent shows that Boss Shen and I are very compatible."
Chen Liuchi raised his eyebrows, meaning that he was being arrogant.
"Is your phone fixed?" He glanced at Cen Zhao's phone screen and saw the time first. It was five thirty-two. Chen Liuchi suddenly remembered something and pointed at the person opposite him. "You skipped work early without telling me. What if I go to pick you up?"
Cen Zhao raised his hands in surrender: "It's my fault. I didn't prepare many surprises for people before. I will improve in the future."
Chen Liuchi stared at Cen Zhao's faked sincerity, and inwardly sighed, "How come Cen Zhao is getting better and better at talking?" He stared at Cen Zhao unconsciously for a while, his gaze lingering on him for too long, allowing him to detect a hint of reflection in the dim light.
"What's this?"
Chen Liuchi reached out and hooked the thin silver chain around Cen Zhao's neck, lifted it up, moved closer, observed it, and found that it was a silver-plated glasses chain.
His fingers slid down the glasses chain and he quickly touched the glasses that Cen Zhao wore on his chest. The simple silver, thin-rimmed frames matched Cen Zhao's temperament very well.
"I don't think I've ever seen you wearing glasses."
Chen Liuchi pinched the frame of his glasses and moved closer to Cen Zhao's face, gesturing: "I feel very handsome."
Cen Zhao followed his intention and leaned forward, meeting Shen Liuchi's gaze through the glass lenses. "I'm not nearsighted, my glasses are just for blue light protection. I usually keep them at work, but I was in such a hurry to leave today that I forgot to take them off."
As he spoke, he seemed to have discovered something, his eyes dropped, and he smiled softly: "You are wearing this T-shirt."
When someone pointed this out to him, Chenliuchi blushed a little and took a half step back, avoiding his gaze: "You said it yourself, you can wear whatever clothes are in the closet."
Cen Zhao hummed, but didn't stop Chen Liuchi from retreating. He simply leaned forward as he moved, and pointed a finger at his chest, where there was a raccoon riding a horse logo. "It suits you very well."
Chen Liuchi was a little surprised when he saw this dress. The logo was too childish. If it was replaced with a Ralph Lauren playing polo, it might be more suitable for Cen Zhao's age and identity.
So when he heard this, Chen Liuchi narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You better not be hinting at something."
Cen Zhao chuckled softly, the silver chain dangling between them. "When will Boss Shen be able to get off work?"
Chen Liuchi glanced diagonally behind him and saw Chen Du, who had been hiding behind the bar watching the show, immediately lowered his head to wipe the table.
I didn't see anything.
"I'm asking you, Boss Chen." Chen Liuchi directly pointed out the onlookers, "Why are you looking down when you should be answering? When can I get off work?"
"Do you need my approval to leave work?" Chen Du coughed dryly. "Then anytime, right? Anytime."
Chen Liuchi turned to look at Cen Zhao, his eyes shining: "You can get off work anytime."
Cen Zhao laughed, reached out to shake his hand, and waved towards Chen Du, who was observing him furtively from behind. He said loudly, "Then, Boss Chen, I'll take him away."
Chen Du wiped his hands and slammed the bar with a rag. It was simply unbearable to watch!
It's getting dark outside. It rained yesterday, and the wind is still a little chilly today when the sun goes down.
Chen Liuchi put on his denim blue jacket and looked at Cen Zhao again: "You're not wearing a jacket?"
Cen Zhao pointed ahead: "In the car."
Cen Zhao's car was a black Audi, parked among a row of colorful luxury cars on Bar Street. Its calmness made it look like an outlier.
Chen Liuchi followed him into the car, lowered his head and sent a message to Chen Du, asking him to park his car in the underground parking lot and wait until tomorrow to drive away.
Chen Du would have to ask immediately: [One-night stand? Did you stay out all night?]
Chenliuchi didn't bother to pay attention to him and sent an international friendly gesture emoticon.
"Have you had dinner yet?"
Cen Zhao waited until he finished sending the message before asking, "Is there anything you want to eat?"
Chen Liuchi thought for a moment and said, "There used to be a delicious private restaurant nearby, but I'm not sure if it's still open."
Cen Zhao started the car: "Let's go take a look."
Although the two were very active, unfortunately, the private restaurant closed down. The entire store was dark from the inside out, with a red paper on the glass announcing the transfer of the prosperous shop.
Chenliuchi was a little disappointed. He really thought the spicy fried chicken in this restaurant tasted good, but it was a pity that he didn't have the chance to enjoy it.
Cen Zhao noticed his expression, took out his mobile phone and searched the store name on the food delivery platform. Fortunately, he found that the store on the food delivery platform had not been removed.
He clicked on the business and took a look, and quickly listed a few of their signature dishes: "Spicy Fried Potato Chicken, Slate Garlic Shrimp, Braised Chestnut Spare Ribs?"
Chen Liuchi was startled, then turned around and saw his phone page. He immediately smiled, "You're really proactive! These dishes are all delicious, especially the spicy fried chicken with potatoes. The chicken is tender and the potatoes are soft. The broth is slightly spicy and goes well with the rice. I could eat two bowls!"
"Then let's eat this tonight."
Cen Zhao put away his phone, started the car, turned the steering wheel, and drove back onto the main road. "The supermarket might be a little crowded at this time. You can wait in the car while I do my shopping."
Chen Liuchi heard the hidden meaning and pursed his lips: "Let's go to your house to eat?"
Cen Zhao glanced at him and said, "My cooking skills should be pretty good. I'd like to invite Boss Shen to taste it."
Chen Liuchi fastened his seat belt and sat comfortably: "Boss Shen is happy to do so."
As Cen Zhao had expected, the supermarket was packed with people during rush hour. Seeing this, Cen Zhao didn't force his way in. He continued driving at the traffic light until he reached the community supermarket near his residential complex. The crowds here were noticeably less than in the commercial area, and there were some vacant parking spaces. He didn't let Chen Liuchi get out of the car, but headed inside, ready to make a quick stop.
Chen Liuchi stared at the street in the distance, thought for a few seconds, then got out of the car and followed Cen Zhao into a shop next to the supermarket.
Cen Zhao often comes to the community supermarket here and is very familiar with the locations of rice, flour, grains, oil, and fresh vegetables. However, he still can't stand the long queues and it took him nearly twenty minutes to come out with a large shopping bag.
It was already dark at this time, and the lights on the street were like flowing water. Chen Liuchi stood in front of the car, holding a bouquet of freshly made flowers in his hand, looking over with a smile.
The light was like a pool of water slowly drowning him, but the smile in his eyes was too obvious, like a cluster of bright colors, boiling and bubbling in the halo.
“I just happened to see a flower shop next door.”
Chen Liuchi walked over and placed the flowers in Cen Zhao's arms, then reached out to take the shopping bag from him: "It's only right to return the favor. The tulips from yesterday were really beautiful."
The main flower of the bouquet is a pale yellow cream cup rose. The overall look is like some kind of cream dessert, gentle and healing. But since it is a rose, its meaning and symbolism naturally need not be explained. It is much bolder than Cen Zhao's bouquet of tulips.
Because today they no longer need to be so cautious and test things.
Cen Zhao laughed almost immediately. He held the flowers in one hand, but still moved to the side to avoid Chen Liuchi from taking the shopping bag. "There's raw meat in it, it smells fishy."
Chen Liuchi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He leaned forward and took the bag with a little force: "I didn't grow up drinking dew. Just hold your flowers well."
Hearing this, Cen Zhao loosened his grip and held the flower in both hands. The fragrance of the cream cup rose was not strong, but even such a light taste was as thick as honey at this moment, soaking his emotions without any explanation, landing along the cerebral cortex, and occupying Cen Zhao's entire mind.
“It looks very nice.”
He touched the petals gently and looked up at the sinking pool again: "Thank you, I like it very much."
Chenliuchi felt a little embarrassed to be thanked so formally. He muttered, "As long as you like it," and quickly opened the car door and the trunk to put the shopping bags.
When I turned around, Cen Zhao had already placed Hua in the back seat and even fastened her seat belt, looking very careful.
Chen Liuchi thought that it shouldn’t be necessary, it was just a bouquet of flowers, but thinking about his mood last night, he didn’t say it out loud.
As for the flowers sent by someone you like, the mood and the bouquet are very precious.
The first thing Cen Zhao did when he got home was to put the roses in place. He didn't have a vase at home, so he rummaged through the drawers and found a teardrop-shaped decanter, and placed it carefully and safely inside.
"I'll cook first and arrange the flowers in the evening."
The newly bought chicken does not need to be thawed, so the preparation time of the whole dish will be shortened a lot. While Cen Zhao was marinating the chicken, Chen Liuchi was not idle either, putting the things Cen Zhao had just bought into the refrigerator one by one.
"Why did you buy fried noodles and sushi?"
Cen Zhao glanced at him and said, "I'm afraid you'll be hungry, so I'll fill your stomach first."
Chen Liuchi muttered that he wanted to eat Cen's signature dishes and would definitely not let these snacks fill his stomach.
But less than ten minutes after he said this, he opened the sushi box, read a piece of caviar sushi and handed it to Cen Zhao: "I washed my hands, there is a little bit of wasabi."
It was too late for him to say this. Cen Zhao had already opened his mouth to take the sushi. Sure enough, he started coughing after chewing it for a few times, and his eyes turned red.
Chen Liuchi immediately realized that Cen Zhao couldn't eat spicy food, so he quickly put a box of yogurt in front of his mouth and said, "Take two sips!"
Cen Zhao grumbled, slurping down half a carton of yogurt from his hand. Only then did he get over the mustard choking sensation. He met Chen Liuchi's apologetic yet worried gaze and shook his head, "It's okay. I was just trying to talk to you when I choked."
Chenliuchi would have to reprimand him a little: "Don't talk when eating spicy food. What do you want to tell me?"
Cen Zhao tilted his head and slurped up another mouthful of yogurt: "I coughed and forgot about it."
Upon hearing this, Chen Liuchi said, "Then I have something to tell you. Forget the spicy stir-fry. Just stew the chicken with potatoes. It's just as delicious."
Cen Zhao disagreed: "It's not that I can't eat spicy food. Besides, I should exercise, otherwise it would be bad if I couldn't eat anywhere in the future."
Chen Liuchi wanted to say that it didn't matter if they couldn't have the same food, it would be nice if they could live together, but he swallowed the words and wanted to say something else when he heard a sound at the door. Someone was knocking.
Cen Zhao was stunned for a moment and washed his hands: "It might be my mother, I'll go check it out."
Chen Liuchi was also stunned for a moment, and suddenly became a little nervous: "Then I..."
Cen Zhao washed his hands, pulled out a box of yogurt, inserted a straw into it, and put it in his hand: "Drink the yogurt."
Sinking Pool: ...Is that right?
The knocks on the door were neither fast nor slow. When Cen Zhao walked to the door, he knocked on the third time. He opened the door and saw his mother Zeng Qingya outside.
"Mom, why are you here?"
Zeng Qingya gestured to the foam box at her feet and said, "Your uncle sent too many cherries for your dad and I to finish. I brought some over for you."
She glanced at the apron on Cen Zhao and was quite surprised: "Are you in the mood to cook today?"
Cen Zhao hummed and picked up the cherries: "I'm in a good mood today."
Zeng Qingya raised her eyebrows slightly and was about to speak when her eyes first caught sight of Chenliuchi sticking his head out from the entrance. This time she was even more surprised: "Xiao Zhao, who is this?"
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