"Are you hungry?" Jiang Cheng held a handful of thin noodles in his hand, his shirt rolled up to his elbows, and his skin was very white.
The blood vessels under the skin could be clearly seen, and his fingers were also very long. For a moment, Tang Nian couldn't move his eyes away.
Jiang Cheng looked at Tang Nian who was holding a pair of shoes in confusion, thinking that he was feeling sorry that his shoes were broken.
"My grandma is asleep. Be careful. There is glue in the house?" Jiang Cheng felt a little regretful. Tang Nian should have thrown away his shoes if they broke. How could he mend them?
Jiang Cheng smiled self-deprecatingly, "Let me order some noodles for you. Have you sobered up?"
"Want me to eat below?"
"What?" Jiang Cheng looked at Tang Nian strangely. Tang Nian also realized that something was wrong with what he said. He blushed and explained, "No, I mean, just a little bit of noodles is enough. I'll eat it." Not much."
"good."
Jiang Cheng took Tang Nian to the kitchen. The kitchen was very clean and tidy, the white tiles were spotless, and the soup pot on the induction cooker exuded bursts of aroma.
Jiang Cheng put the thin noodles into the pot and stirred it with chopsticks. The water in the pot quickly boiled, and the noodles rolled in the water, like a group of cheerful children dancing. Jiang Cheng opened the refrigerator again, took out an egg and a handful of green onions, and skillfully cracked the eggs into the pot.
"Sit down, don't stand." Jiang Cheng pointed to the chairs next to the dining table. Tang Nian sat down obediently, but kept staring at Jiang Cheng's busy figure.
Jiang Cheng's back looked particularly soft under the light, and his shirt was a little loose, swaying gently with every movement he made. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of noodles and eggs, and Tang Nian felt his stomach start to growl.
Tang Nian felt his cheeks feel a little hot, and he realized that he seemed to be too out of character in front of Jiang Cheng. He quickly looked away, folded his hands on the table, and pretended to be nonchalant.
At this moment, Jiang Cheng came over with two steaming bowls of noodles. He placed a bowl of noodles in front of Tang Nian, then sat across from him, picked up his chopsticks and took a bite.
"Well, it tastes pretty good." Jiang Cheng said with a smile, his eyes curved into crescent moons.
Tang Nian was a little stunned. He looked down at the noodles in the bowl and realized that Jiang Cheng had made a bowl of Yangchun noodles. The tender noodles were paired with golden eggs. It looked simple but very delicious.
"You didn't eat either?"
"I went to pick you up, but I didn't have time to eat. Grandma has already eaten, so don't worry." Jiang Cheng didn't want to explain at first, but he was afraid that Tang Nian would think too much.
"Sorry." Tang Nian lowered his head and took two mouthfuls of noodles, "It's delicious."
"Don't apologize, I don't blame you." Jiang Cheng said with a smile, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a row of white teeth, which made Tang Nian a little dazed.
"By the way, can you always take me in? I can pay for food and accommodation." Tang Nian suddenly put down his chopsticks and looked at Jiang Cheng seriously.
"Why?"
Jiang Cheng was a little surprised.
"I don't want to go back. There is no one at home. There are bodyguards and nannies everywhere. It's cold." Tang Nian pursed his lips and took another mouthful of noodles with a red nose. "It's delicious. I've never eaten noodles like this. It's so cold." tasty."
Jiang Cheng was silent for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something. He looked at Tang Nian, with a childish little face and a hint of stubbornness and determination in his eyes.
"If you don't dislike it, you can stay." Jiang Cheng suddenly smiled, as if he had made some decision, "There is only my grandma here. I can talk to her tomorrow, and you can treat this place as your own home."
Tang Nian's eyes lit up and a bright smile appeared on his face, "Really? Thank you, Jiang Cheng!"
Jiang Cheng smiled faintly and said nothing. He watched Tang Nian wolfing down the noodles as if he hadn't eaten in eight hundred years.
Both of them are like children without a "home", comforting each other in the cold winter.
"So full!" Tang Nian patted his belly with satisfaction, "Hold on, it's snowing heavily outside the window." Tang Nian glanced outside the window and saw Jiang Cheng lowering his head and quickly finishing a question.
"I'm going to wash the dishes." Jiang Cheng capped his pen and Tang Nian stood up immediately, "Here I go, I've already eaten the noodles you made, how can I let you wash the dishes!"
"Do you know?"
"Look at me Bian, I know how to wash the dishes, okay?"
"Don't curse."
"No scolding!"
"No swear words are allowed at home from now on."
The curve of Tang Nian's mouth suddenly stiffened, "Don't use swear words? What do you mean by swear words?"
"You can't talk about chicken without your dick, you can't talk about mom, you can't talk about your body parts, and..."
"It's so verbose. If you don't talk, I won't talk. It's annoying!"
Tang Nian opened the cleaning tank and found that the pot had been cleaned. Jiang Cheng looked up and then lowered his head to sort out the math problems.
The college entrance examination is about to take place in half a year!
"Tang Nian, are you taking the college entrance examination?"
"What?"
Tang Nian felt as if he had heard a joke, "Should I take the college entrance examination? It will probably make the whole city a joke."
"how?"
"I won't."
"Then how did you go to high school?"
Jiang Cheng remembered that Tang Nian entered the school with great fanfare and held a banner, but was assigned to Class 11 by No. 3 Middle School.
The worst class in the whole school.
However, it is also the richest class.
"I bought it!" Tang Nian said nonchalantly, "They asked me to get a high school diploma. Otherwise, I would have gone to the company for an internship."
"What does your mother do?"
"Securities, where is your mother?"
Jiang Cheng suddenly fell silent, and Tang Nian also stopped washing the dishes, "Sorry."
"She's living as a rich wife in someone else's house." Jiang Cheng said in an understatement, and Tang Nian laughed, "It's okay, my dear! Looking forward, she can go if she wants to."
Tang Nian only felt that the description was getting darker and darker. Jiang Cheng had ignored him and was still writing something quickly with his head down.
His handwriting is in neat regular script, probably from a copybook.
"Tomorrow is the weekend. Do you want to go out and play?"
"In no mood."
Jiang Cheng replied and started writing his homework seriously.
"No, my bones are rusty after staying at home for so long!" Tang Nian retorted without thinking, "Let's go sing?"
"I have sore throat."
"let's go hiking?"
"Not going."
"go fishing?"
"Not going."
"Going for a ride?"
"Not going."
Tang Nian felt like his head was spinning. He didn't know why Jiang Cheng was so geeky!
"Jiang Cheng, what kind of sports do you like?"
Jiang Cheng stopped writing and looked up at Tang Nian, "I like it, sleep."
"Sleep, haha!" Tang Nian twitched his lips, "Sleep well, sleep well."
"how about you?"
"Me! I like boxing, racing, ice hockey, baseball, and also, rolling iron." Tang Nian showed off his biceps, "Take a look, what do you think?"
Jiang Cheng said coldly: "Like a bullfrog!"
"It sounds like it." Tang Nian was like a deflated rubber ball.
