Chapter 817 You are just a younger brother (7)
This is Yin Dynasty.
Diagnosed with a series of symptoms such as bipolar disorder, social phobia, and autism.
He is three years younger than Jiang Tang. He has been regarded as a younger brother by Jiang Tang since he was a child. Later, this younger brother became his husband.
He locked himself in his room all day long, never going out without communicating, and when he was hungry, he would turn on the fire and make food by himself.
According to the memory of the original owner, he was a good cook and loved sweets. There was a refrigerator in his bedroom filled with mayonnaise. No matter what he ate, he would squeeze in a lot of mayonnaise and mix it.
It seems disgusting sometimes, but if you don't let him eat, he will be so hungry that over time, no one will care about him.
Perhaps due to the influence of the original owner's personality, Jiang Tang's eyes always involuntarily refused to look at Yin Chao.
These were all minor problems, and Jiang Tang solved them with a little concentration.
She looked into his eyes.
"I don't want to get divorced."
Yin Chao still smiled slightly, then stretched out his hand, patted his shoulder, and shook his head.
"You..."
"I don't want a divorce."
"Yeah."
After responding with just one word, Yin Chao stood up and walked into the room, closing the door with a click.
Jiang Tang looked out the window, narrowed his eyes slightly for a while, leaned back on the sofa, and smacked his lips.
The original owner had day and night cycles and didn't eat breakfast, but he still felt hungry.
Since you're hungry, let's eat. After eating, go back and paint and make money. Thinking of this, Jiang Tang stood up and was about to lift his feet. Suddenly he remembered the divorce agreement on the table, so he went back and picked up the two papers, stabbed them, tore them into pieces, and threw them into the trash can.
After tearing up the paper, I became even hungrier.
Walking into the kitchen, I looked up and saw a slender black figure. The man was holding a pack of roll noodles and standing in front of the sink. He bent over and carefully took out the roll noodles from the bag, one by one. , Ding Ding Ding put it into the bowl next to it, not in a hurry.
Jiang Tang was also free, so he actually stood at the door and watched him clasp the cores, no more, no less, exactly sixty.
Yin Chao didn't even look up, he just took the roll noodles and poured them into the oil pan. He held the spatula and stir-fried slowly. A man as big as Jiang Tang was almost transparent standing there.
All right.
Jiang Tang didn't care, and went directly to the refrigerator. He opened it and saw that there was a bucket of instant noodles and the unfinished pizza last night in the fresh cabinet. After flipping through it, he found that there was also a pack of stinky snail noodles.
This snail noodle was given as a gift after buying milk. The original owner didn't like to eat it, but Jiang Tang had never tasted it.
She was so hungry that one pack of noodles was definitely not enough. She didn't want to eat the pizza when it was cold, so she had to add another pack of snail noodles.
On the other side, Yin Chao cooked the roll noodles and put them into a bowl. He quietly turned off the heat, served the noodles and left. When passing by Jiang Tang, he turned slightly sideways to ensure that he would not come into contact with Jiang Tang.
The kitchen was freed, Jiang Tang took a pot of water and boiled it, then tore all the instant noodles and snail noodles apart, and threw them in together, one piece of noodles and one piece of flour. He also poured in all the ingredients for the instant noodles and snail noodles, and stirred over high heat. , when the heat steamed up, Jiang Tang smelled a smell.
She lowered her head, looked at the pot with a layer of red oil floating in front of her, and frowned slightly.
The stench comes from here. If you smell it carefully, you can still smell a mixed aroma, which is a bit overwhelming.
Well, let’s take a bite.
Not bad, edible.
(End of chapter)