He should use the chopsticks by himself. Or take another pair, why save this little laziness?

Chen didn't think something was wrong, so he ate it into his mouth with the chopsticks she stretched out.

Chewing, swallowing politely, and speaking only after the mouth is clean. This is a rule and a habit.

He frowned: "Why does it taste different from what I usually eat?"

Dongzhi came back to his senses and lowered his eyes, "My mother was in a hurry to go out today. She went shopping with Jiasao and the others, and was a little careless in cooking."

Chen said oh, believing it.

Dongzhi turned the chopsticks back and continued to eat.

Chen just watched her eat quietly. She didn't chat and didn't look at him when she was eating. She only had the bowl in her hand and the dish in front of her.

He felt that she was too focused.

Suddenly remembering something, Chen touched her with his elbow, "Dongzhi."

She stopped moving, looked up and said only the nasal sound, "Hmm?"

"Is my outfit good?" he smiled, "Is it good?"

Dongzhi didn't know how to answer for a while.

She didn't speak, and he asked, "Isn't it good?"

Chen suddenly became concerned. In an instant, he became possessed and wanted to hear her say "good-looking".

"Go out with me later." He suddenly said.

"What to do?"

"I'm a little longer, so I'll do it."

Dongzhi closed the faucet, shook it with the bowls and chopsticks, draining the water, "Why do I go to clean your hair?"

Chen followed her to the cabinet, "Do you have something else?"

"No. I want to read books at home."

He frowned, "Then I'll ignore my hair."

"That's fine, then go home."

Dongzhi closed the cabinet door and turned around and heard him say, "I won't go back, stay at your house."

She glanced at him and had no choice but to say, "Don't behave yourself."

Chen just held his face and said nothing.

"Chen Ju."

“…”

"Chen Ju?"

“…”

Dongzhi reached out and grabbed one of his coat, pulled it, and his tone was much more relaxed: "Okay, I'll accompany you, Master."

"Don't call this, I don't like it." Chen had objections to her title, but his face turned cloudy and sunny.

Dongzhi entered the room and changed his coat to go out.

Chen was watching at the door of her room. Her room was not big, and she could see everything at a glance. The window faced the neighbor's wall, with narrow gaps, and the sunlight could not be penetrated at all. Under the window was a desk that had been used for many years. The lamp standing on the corner of the table was very clean. She should have used a cloth to wipe it frequently, so she lost the dust.

The quilt on the bed is blue and white, set with pillows, and the quilt is neatly folded and meticulously.

The room is cool and there is always a sense of moisture.

Her piano was put in a piano case and placed on a certain floor of the wardrobe, which was the driest place in her room.
Chapter completed!