Zhou Ruo doesn't know how to do anything else, such as hot milk, but Zhou Ruo won't fall over - she likes drinking milk very much, and is very picky about this matter. She always drinks the same brand of fresh milk. Guyu jokingly said that this is her The most dedicated time.
After drinking a cup of warm milk, she felt much better. Zhou Ruo didn't want to eat that much anymore. However, looking at the refrigerator at home with only water and milk, she still felt too miserable. She should buy some other food next time she went to the supermarket. Just fill it in.
After Zhou Ruo drank the milk, he sat on the carpet in the living room and rubbed his calves. When menstruation came, his calves felt like lead.
Focusing on her own affairs, Zhou Ruo quickly forgot about the WeChat message she had just sent to He Xianmo - so when the doorbell rang, she reacted.
When she turned on the monitor and saw He Xianmo's face, Zhou Ruo realized what she was doing. She raised the corners of her mouth, opened the door, and looked at the man in front of the door with interest - he was wearing a black T-shirt and carrying a Two supermarket shopping bags.
Zhou Ruo blocked the door with no intention of giving way to him. The two looked at each other silently for several minutes. He Xianmo finally moved his lips and said, "Get out of the way."
Zhou Ruo still didn't move, "Why did you come to my house?"
He Xianmo: "..."
Zhou Ruo: "How do you know my home address?"
She asked two questions in a row, which made He Xianmo feel a little confused - it was obvious that she had just sent a WeChat message to ask him to cook, and she also gave him the address, but she acted now as if the person she just chatted with was not her at all.
He Xianmo was not a person who was good at explaining. Zhou Ruo's reaction caused him to remain silent for a while, his lips pursed into a thin line.
Seeing He Xianmo like this, Zhou Ruo burst into laughter. She raised her hand and poked his chin with her fingertips, "Aren't you coming?"
As soon as these words came out, He Xianmo knew that she was faking it.
Realizing that he was being teased again, He Xianmo's expression became a little colder, he put down the two shopping bags in his hands, turned around and left.
At the same time, Zhou Ruo made a way for him to enter. She looked at him and raised her eyebrows slightly. The meaning was very clear: it is your choice whether you want to come in or not.
Zhou Ruo didn't even say another word of invitation to him. After a look, he turned around and returned to the living room.
He Xianmo pondered for a moment, then bent down and picked up the bag and walked in.
Zhou Ruo heard the footsteps behind him, smiled slightly, and pointed casually: "The kitchen is over there."
From behind, He Xianmo's stiff voice came: "Slippers."
"I don't have men's slippers at home, so go barefoot." Zhou Ruo refused to entertain him.
He Xianmo glanced in the direction of the shoe cabinet and had reservations about her words - judging from how often she changed men, how could there be no men's slippers at home?
Zhou Ruo seemed to be able to read minds. Just as He Xianmo thought this, she turned to look at him and said, "I usually prefer to take men to the hotel to do something."
After his thoughts were revealed, He Xianmo's expression became a little colder. He took off his shoes and walked to the kitchen as Zhou Ruo had just reminded him.
He walked very fast with long legs, causing a gust of wind when he passed by Zhou Ruo.
He was probably offended by her words just now, so he didn't even look at her as he passed by.
Zhou Ruo clicked his tongue and followed him slowly to the kitchen.
When He Xianmo opened the refrigerator at Zhou Ruo's home, he was surprised by the "completely bare" refrigerator - a 200 ml can of milk, four or five bottles of water, and two boxes of dark chocolate.
Nothing else.
He Xianmo couldn't help but look back and met Zhou Ruo's eyes. Zhou Ruo said calmly: "I usually don't eat at home."
He Xianmo didn't answer and took out a bag of wontons from the shopping bag. The label on it was in Chinese.
Zhou Ruo raised his eyebrows: "You still go to the Asian Super League?"
"The wonton wrappers are gone, this brand of quick-frozen ones are still edible." He Xianmo answered the question, put the wontons on the table, and then took out a few ingredients from the bag, all of which were based on what Zhou Ruo had just ordered on WeChat. Bought those dishes.
In a few minutes, He Xianmo had prepared all the raw materials for cooking. He placed the remaining items in the refrigerator one by one. A baguette and a bag of toast slices were placed on the dining table.
He Xianmo said casually to Zhou Ruo: "Heat the sandwich machine for about four minutes and have a shelf life of three days. Remember to throw it away if you don't finish it."
The baguette and toast slices were not large in quantity and could be consumed in two or three meals at home. However, Zhou Ruo thought it was a coincidence that the two items He Xianmo bought happened to be what she usually eats.
Before Zhou Ruo could reply, He Xianmo had already ended the topic, "Where is the pot?"
Zhou Ruo came back to his senses, "What pot?"
He Xianmo: "Pan."
Zhou Ruo raised his finger and pointed at the cupboard, "There might be some underneath, you can look for it."
He Xianmo said "Oh", opened the cabinet according to Zhou Ruo's instructions, and saw a row of pots neatly placed inside.
Pans, cast iron pots for stewing soup, small milk pots, and even special pots for frying eggs.
This is very contradictory to her refrigerator-how can a person who doesn't cook have so many pots and pans in the cupboard?
He Xianmo took out a few pots with such doubts, and then glanced at Zhou Ruo, who once again understood the meaning of his eyes.
Zhou Ruo really didn't remember having these pots at home. After He Xianmo took them out, she realized that they were bought by Zhou Yi during the two months he lived in her apartment when he came to London two years ago.
After Zhou Yi left, these things were stored in the cabinet and gathered dust. Zhou Ruo never used them once, but he vaguely remembered that there was a pot at home.
He Xianmo: "Don't you know how to cook?"
Zhou Ruo felt that He Xianmo's voice was a little cold, so she smiled without any explanation: "I didn't buy it."
He Xianmo's voice became even colder: "This is what you said about never letting a man come."
Not only was Zhou Ruo not intimidated by him, but she also smiled even brighter because of his attitude. She walked towards him calmly, stopped in front of him, crossed her arms and looked at him: "I only said that I didn't buy it." Yes, Dr. He just figured out that a man bought it? He has a very rich imagination."
He Xianmo: "..."
He realized that he had lost his temper.
When facing her, it was always difficult to suppress those extreme and dark thoughts.
"I--"
"Congratulations, you guessed it right~" The two voices sounded at the same time. In the end, Zhou Ruo had the upper hand. She glanced at the tableware on the island table with a smile, "It was indeed bought by a man."
He Xianmo's expression changed rapidly again.
Zhou Ruo saw the guilt in his eyes turn into shock, and within a second, it turned into anger and disgust.
Then, he took a step back and distanced himself from her.
"Are you angry?" Zhou Ruo asked him with a smile, "You seem to dislike me having something to do with other men?"
He Xianmo didn't answer her, but took the pot to get the water.
Zhou Ruo asked deliberately: "You're angry and you're not leaving yet? Are you staying here to cook for a frivolous person like me?"
