MTL - Borrowing a Kiss-Chapter 4 dinner

The author has something to say: After a long time, Liang Muqiu was asked why he was with Cen Nan again. "

Although Cen Nan lived in the opposite door, Liang Muqiu didn't think he would really have much interaction with him.

Because he is a screenwriter, he is accustomed to seclusion, he often only goes out once a week, and hardly meets his neighbors.

He has been busy rushing a script these days, and his days and nights have been reversed, and he almost forgot his last name, let alone think of Cen Nan.

For four days, he did not step out of the house.

After sending the first three episodes of the script for review, he breathed a sigh of relief in front of the computer, feeling like he was alive. He touched his shriveled belly, and finally remembered that he was barely a human and could not live on milk and fruit alone, so he stood up to look for food.

, not even a steak left.

It's okay to order takeout, but it will take at least half an hour to deliver.

Between going out and eating noodles, Liang Muqiu painfully chose the latter.

But Liang Muqiu's cooking skills have never been very good.

Although it was the simplest vermicelli, it was overcooked by him, and there were no side dishes, only a shabby poached egg. He was unhappy after taking two bites, and resignedly prepared to order takeout.

Just as he was flipping through his phone, the doorbell rang.

Liang Muqiu raised her eyebrows suspiciously, wondering who would look for him at this time, not even the express delivery.

During his hesitation, the doorbell rang again.

Liang Muqiu stood up, walked to the entrance, glanced out from the screen, and was stunned.

The person standing outside the door is none other than Cen Nan, wearing a gray sweater and trousers, looking very homely.

Liang Muqiu frowned, thought about it, and opened the door.

He stuck his head out from behind the door and asked unkindly, "What are you doing here?"

Cen Nan has a good attitude.

"Come to borrow black pepper and hot sauce from you. I just moved, and I didn't buy all the things. I was cooking at home and found that the pepper was gone," Cen Nan said politely, "Do you have any at home?"

Liang Muqiu: "..."

He never imagined that the reason why Cen Nan came to the door was so down-to-earth.

Liang Muqiu didn't have the embarrassment to refuse after all, and borrowing something from neighbors is not a big deal. He took a step back. "There should be. Come in and see. I don't know which one you want."

Cen Nan followed him into the door, "Excuse me."

Although Liang Muqiu's house does not fire, there are a lot of seasonings.

Cen Nan borrowed two cans of seasoning, and when he passed by the restaurant, he saw that there was only a bowl of noodles in clear soup on the table, and it had already risen.

He frowned and asked Liang Muqiu, "You just eat this?"

Liang Muqiu was also a little embarrassed, as if he had no ability to take care of himself. Even if you are embarrassed in front of others, it is still Cen Nan.

"Well, I just finished work, and it's too late to do anything else," Liang Muqiu said vaguely, "Okay, it's none of your business, just grab your things and leave."

Cen Nan refused.

Cen Nan frowned and looked at him for a while, then grabbed him involuntarily, "Don't eat this, I just happened to cook, you come and eat together."

Liang Muqiu was stunned.

But Cen Nan's movements were too natural, and his strength was far greater than his. Being pulled outside the door by Cen Nan, his door slammed shut in front of him.

Liang Muqiu stared at the closed door, choked silently, and wanted to slap Cen Nan.

"Why should I go to your house for dinner?" Liang Muqiu pulled out his hand, but failed, "It's not that I can't order takeout."

Cen Nan seemed to be deaf and deaf.

In the end, Liang Muqiu was pressed by Cen Nan at his dining table.

Cen Nan poured him a glass of juice, and pushed a basket of freshly baked garlic bread in front of him, "The food will be ready soon, you should eat some bread to cushion it first. There are also snacks over there. I want to eat and take it myself."

Then Cen Nan entered the kitchen.

Liang Muqiu thought, he should take the opportunity to sneak back to his home quickly.

But that basket of garlic bread was too **** good.

This is more tempting than heaven for a person who has been hungry all day.

Liang Muqiu was defeated after struggling for a few seconds.

He broke off a piece of bread angrily, thinking, Forget it, it will be fine to eat a meal.

Cen Nan's kitchen is semi-open, and you can see the inside of the kitchen from the dining table.

Liang Muqiu broke the bread and couldn't stop looking at Cen Nan.

Cen Nan was dressed at home, without hairspray, and hanging loosely, holding a spatula instead of an official document, which suddenly weakened the usual sharpness The sharp edge, more gentle and refined.

It's quite able to fool people, Liang Muqiu thought, and she doesn't know when Cen Nan learned to cook.

When he and Cen Nan lived together, neither of them knew how to cook. They either went out to eat hand in hand or ordered takeout.

But Cen Nan will peel fruit for him, and even pomegranate will be peeled for him and put in a bowl. If he is playing games, Cen Nan can even feed him into his mouth.

Song Wei came to his house and bumped into him once, and he couldn't stand it, saying whether Cen Nan was serving his object or his ancestors.

Liang Muqiu remembered this, and subconsciously wanted to laugh, but the corners of her mouth twitched a little and then put it down.

Because he quickly remembered that this was not the man who was busy in the kitchen seven years ago, nor the Cen Nan who loved him.

His mood became a little worse again, with one hand on the back of the chair, his face resting on his arm, like a sullen child who was not picked up after school.

When Cen Nan brought the prepared dishes to the table, Liang Muqiu returned to his indifferent look, drinking juice with a straw.

He originally thought that Cen Nan would only cook a few simple fast-hand dishes, but he didn't expect to see it on the table, and he thought it was full of flavors and flavors.

He looked up at Cen Nan and asked, "Did you go to a cooking school abroad, how did you improve so much?"

Cen Nan was serving him a meal, and said casually, "You need to know a little bit of these skills outside. I can even repair cars now. You can find me if you need it."

Liang Muqiu bit her chopsticks and didn't answer.

He thinks the 4s store is very good, and there is no need for the big Buddha in front of him.

During the meal, Liang Muqiu thought it would be embarrassing, but the truth was just the opposite of what he thought.

Cen Nan's attitude was too calm, as if he had completely forgotten their past grievances and hatreds, making him feel that if he didn't behave a little more generously, he would be at a disadvantage.

He heard Cen Nan ask him, "Are you still working in your teacher's studio?"

"It's gone," Liang Muqiu shook his head and swallowed a mouthful of boiled meat, "Teacher is semi-retired in two years, so I'll go out and do it alone."

"That's good," Cen Nan said. "You have the ability to be independent. I have a friend at Xingya Film and Television. I will introduce you to me later."

Liang Muqiu originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, it's nothing more than an adult's courtesy, and Cen Nan probably just said it casually.

He swallowed the words in his mouth again, nodded perfunctorily, "Okay. Don't just talk about me, how about you, where are you now?"

"I went to my brother's law firm, Dushan Law Firm. You know my brother, Ren Qihan."

Ren Qihan, Liang Muqiu really remembers, is Cen Nan's close senior brother in college. He has met Liang Muqiu many times. At that time, he was a good boy. Cen Nan called him by his name, but he called him brother. Ren Qihan smiled every time and had a good temper.

But he was still a little strange and asked, "Shouldn't you go back to inherit the family business, how did you get to him?"

Cen Nan's parents have a well-known law firm, and Cen Nan has been outstanding since childhood, and has been trained by his parents as successors.

Now that Cen Nan has returned to China, there is no reason to go there.

Cen Nan's expression did not change, "I won't go back first, I will be more at ease outside."

Liang Muqiu said "oh", didn't ask any more, and continued to eat, he really hadn't eaten such a home-cooked dish for a long time, and everything was very appetizing to him, he couldn't help it just eat more.

Cen Nan didn't move his chopsticks anymore and looked at him calmly from the opposite side.

Liang Muqiu has always been very cute when she eats, like a little chipmunk, her cheeks are slightly bulging, but she eats very gently.

In the past seven or eight years, he has faded away from the innocence of the past, and he will always casually exude charm in his gestures.

But Cen Nan sat across from him and looked at him, but felt that he was still the same as when he was twenty.

It seems that Liang Muqiu is still the young man who would play games in his arms and open his mouth to bite the chocolate in his hand.

This gave him an illusion, as if they never separated, it was just an ordinary day in their lives, he came home from work to cook for Liang Muqiu, and Liang Muqiu would chat with him Complain about how hairy customers are.

Unfortunately, this is just an illusion, Liang Muqiu probably hates him now.

Cen Nan laughed lightly at himself.

But he stretched out his hand uncontrollably and touched Liang Muqiu's face without permission.

It is soft.

Liang Muqiu suddenly stopped, looked up at him, and ducked back like a vigilant cat.

"What are you doing?" Liang Muqiu looked bad.

His resistance made Cen Nan's head pierced with a needle, but he didn't reveal the slightest, and spread his fingertips to Liang Muqiu to see.

"You have a chili seed on your cheek."

There is indeed a chili crumb in Cen Nan's hand.

Liang Muqiu frowned, feeling like she was being taken advantage of by this bastard.

But he is not a cute girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, and he has nothing to gain, so he has no face to call indecent. He could only take out a tissue and wipe his face depressedly, announcing, "I'm done, thank you for your hospitality."

He really had a good meal, at least two-thirds of the dishes on the table went into his stomach.

Liang Muqiu touched her bulging belly and felt that she was not a loss.