"I want sausages," Cheng Boyan took out a pack of sausages from the refrigerator. "This is my mother, and I haven't eaten much."

"Wait a minute," Xiang Xi looked at him, "Why did I hear you were treating me to a meal?"

"Yes, I bought vegetables, I even bought the pot." Cheng Boyan also looked at him.

"Is there anyone who invites someone to dinner like this?" Xiang Xi was so happy.

"Then I'll do it," Cheng Boyan was very straightforward, "Just tell me if you eat it."

Xiang Xi opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

When working in the casserole rice, Xiang Xi had carefully watched the boss cook, but the rice was soaked in proportion first. When it was time to use it, it was directly scooped with the water and scooped into the pot together.

Xiang Xi held two casseroles and squatted in front of the rice bucket in the kitchen for a long time. Finally, he grabbed a few handfuls of rice and put them in. After washing the rice, he probably put water and put them on the stove and cooked them together.

Cheng Boyan cut all the sausages while he was washing rice. Xiang Xi looked at it: "Is this sausage made by his own home?"

"Well, my aunt gave it to my mother," said Cheng Boyan, "You can do it, can you tell it?"

"I can tell if I can't do it. There is no fat at all. I thought Director Xu made it," Xiang Xi sighed, "If you don't have fat, you can't steam oil, and the rice won't taste good."

"Will you just add some oil yourself later?" Cheng Boyan didn't care about this.

"Can that taste the same thing?" Xiang Xi said, thinking about it and waved his hand again: "Forget it, it's okay, I'll take care of myself."

"Eating sausages can't keep you alive. These pickled things are not good for your health," Cheng Boyan put the chopped sausages on a plate, "especially those sold on the street, nitrites..."

"You go out first," Xiang Xi pushed him with his elbow, "Thank you."

Cheng Boyan returned to the living room, sat on the sofa and watched TV. He listened to Xiang Xi pounding basins and bowls in the kitchen. He wanted to get up several times to see what he was doing, but in the end he still held back.

After watching TV for a while, the phone rang. He took it over and took a look. It was Song Yi.

"Have you eaten?" Song Yi asked there as soon as he answered the phone.

"I didn't eat, do you treat me?" Cheng Boyan smiled.

"If you don't invite me, I'll just ask, just listen to it." Song Yi said.

"I will be on duty in two days and invite you to have a meal with Lin He," Cheng Boyan looked at the small desk calendar on the coffee table, "Thank you."

"Is it for Xiang Xi's business? What's there to thank? It's not someone else's supermarket. It's not a problem for me to arrange for me to go to my own supermarket." Song Yi said indifferently.

"How was he doing today?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"It's pretty good, clever, quick reaction, and those who don't understand are willing to ask," said Song Yi, "I'm right, I want to ask if he wants to get promoted after he is familiar with the situation?"

Cheng Boyan took a look at the kitchen, stood up and walked into the bedroom: "Ask me about this?"

"If other employees are, I will definitely not ask you. Didn't this be introduced to you?" Song Yi said with a smile, "This is the first time I've seen you ask someone else for something. I have to take it seriously."

"Don't treat it specially, just do whatever you should do." Cheng Boyan thought for a while and said, "He has never been to school. Don't arrange for him to do something too difficult."

"Oh, I got it." Song Yi responded, paused for a while and spoke again: "What, Bo Yan, is this child really your patient?"

"What do you want to say?" Cheng Boyan sat on the table by the window.

"I don't want to say anything, I just want to gossip," Song Yi smiled. "I'm alone at home now, so I'm too idle."

"I was really my patient before," said Cheng Boyan. "I did his surgery."

"What happened later?" Song Yi asked afterwards.

"Nothing later," Cheng Boyan leaned against the windowsill and stretched his legs, "I know what you want to ask, but I can't say this."

"Why, I'm still so tight to me?" Song Yi tsk twice.

"There's nothing, I don't know anything." Cheng Boyan said the truth, he really didn't know.

After hanging up the phone with Song Yi for a few more talks, Cheng Boyan leaned against the windowsill and didn't move. He could not say anything about Xiang Xi's tossing in the kitchen.

For him now, Xiang Xi is of course no longer the gangster who was full of the story of the musical and the seriously injured patient who struggled to save me. Strictly speaking, he is no longer the person who can arouse his guilt towards Cheng Boyu.

But it is still far from the level that Song Yi guessed.

From the day when Cheng Boyan knew his nature, he had a very clear and clear understanding of emotions. He was not a person who was prone to impulsiveness and emotion.

He always felt that Xiang Xi was not a real gangster. After being in contact for so long, he also felt that he had many characteristics that surprised and distressed him. However, every time he reached out, he considered it except the parking lot. He felt that Xiang Xi was worth his support, so he would go to help again and again.

As for other things... he never even thought whether this person who looks good and has a good personality is the type he likes.

Cheng Boyan frowned. It seemed that this summary was not right. If you want to say this, I am too sacred. I feel a little embarrassed to be so selfless.

He sighed and remembered the words Xiang Xi asked: Why?

Why? He is really unable to answer this question.

But why...

"Why!" Xiang Xi's bright voice scared him so much that he almost rolled down from the windowsill.

Why? Maybe I've been holding it in for a long time?

He found an answer for himself in a mess.

"What's the reason?" Cheng Boyan stood up and looked at Xiang Xi who was standing at the door of the bedroom.

"What, why?" Xiang Xi was stunned.

"Didn't you ask me why?" Cheng Boyan was also stunned.

"Who asked you why... I asked you MSG. I didn't see MSG last time. I forgot to ask after a break. I just searched it but didn't see it." Xiang Xi said.

"I don't eat MSG." Cheng Boyan sat back to the windowsill.

What do you mean by what...

Without MSG, only a little salt is left. Xiang Xi thought that Cheng Boyan was unpalatable to cooking. He had no seasonings and had something light and no taste. It would be strange if he could make it delicious.

"I'll make some toppings," Xiang Xi tried hard to win over this casserole rice that he didn't know what shape it was. "How can it taste good without MSG?"

"Put the oyster sauce." Cheng Boyan stood up and walked into the kitchen.
Chapter completed!