It turns out that my neighbor is a god.

Chapter 60 Little Fool, It's Delicious (Third Watch)

It was about seven o'clock when An Jing returned to the community, it was too late, and when Ji Wenxuan interrupted her, she couldn't whet her appetite at all, so she simply went home with a bowl of rice noodles from the noodle shop at the gate of the community.

When going upstairs, her nostrils moved slightly.

Who cooks hot pot? The taste is so overbearing, it occupies the entire corridor, she secretly slandered.

I never thought that as soon as I turned the corner, I saw Bai Chuan sitting at the door with a small stool, as if waiting for her.

As soon as he saw her, his eyes lit up immediately, and he stood up abruptly.

What are you so excited about?
An Jing was puzzled, and moved her nose again, why did she feel that the smell of hot pot had become stronger?

Bai Chuan's eyes seemed to be filled with many little stars, twinkling and twinkling, looking at her expectantly.

An Jing ran outside with the leader every afternoon for several days in a row. The leader did let her go home after get off work, but she had to catch up with the minutes of the meeting and the newsletter report. She had to show it to the leader early the next morning. Need to revise, besides, there are a lot of various tasks at hand, in short, I am busy, very busy.

The moment Bai Chuan stood up and looked at her with burning eyes, her first reaction was to wave her hands.

"No, I'm too tired today, I've already eaten light meals, you can order takeaway." She was afraid that Bai Chuan would ask her to cook again.

Who knew that Bai Chuan glanced at the rice noodles in her hand, but shook his head, "Don't eat it."

"If you don't eat, I have to eat. I have to work overtime later."

Although the leader said that he was giving her some grace and asked her to show her things tomorrow afternoon, just kidding, isn't the arrangement for tomorrow afternoon to inspect the outlets in the northern area?Where is she going to write in the afternoon!
Who knew that Bai Chuan didn't listen to her, went directly down the stairs, and snatched the rice noodles from her hand without any explanation.

"Hey you!" An Jing was suddenly a little angry, what the hell is this interfering in her life!
"Fu Xiaochuan!" She gritted her teeth and called his name.

Bai Chuan didn't seem to hear it, holding the rice noodles, it seemed that he was studying whether to throw it in the trash can.

"Fu Xiaochuan!" An Jing panicked.

"No!" Bai Chuan turned his head and stared at her angrily.

what the hell!

An Jing couldn't understand what he said, and threatened angrily: "As long as you dare to throw the trash can, I will never talk to you again!"

Bai Chuan's fingers holding the rice noodles immediately grasped the handle of the plastic bag, fearing that the bowl of rice noodles would slip from his hand, and looked at her nervously.

Seeing him like this, An Jing's face softened a little, then she took a breath and walked up the steps.

Just when he was about to take back the rice noodles from him, Bai Chuan dodged away, then stood on the floor mat in the house, and looked at her eagerly.

"What do you want to do?" An Jing had a headache.

Bai Chuan glanced at the house and motioned for her to go in.

An Jing rubbed her temples, and coaxed: "Hey, give it to me. I don't have time to play with you today, I really have to work overtime."

"Come in." Bai Chuan looked at her persistently.

That greasy and salty look, the alveolar itches after seeing An Jing.

She simply turned around and ignored him, took out the key and prepared to open the door, thinking that it was impossible, she ordered takeaway again.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the key was taken out, Bai Chuan stood in front of her, blocking the keyhole of the door, and looked at her stubbornly.

"Get out of the way." An Jing's good temper was completely lost.

Bai Chuan was suddenly fierce by her, he had never heard her tone before, and immediately showed aggrieved face.

"Get out of the way." An Jing was very impatient. She couldn't tell if it was because of Ji Wenxuan or because of the endless work, but she was a little irritable.

She stretched out her hand to pull him directly, trying to tear him away who was in the way, but she didn't pull him. On the contrary, the next moment, Bai Chuan directly held her wrist, then pulled her and turned around, dragging her directly to her in the house.

After being forcibly dragged to the living room, An Jing finally stood firm, staring at him closely, with displeasure written all over her face, she broke free and said, "Let me go!"

Bai Chuan did let her go, but she turned around and was about to leave.

He immediately grabbed her shoulders, and then turned her body around, his voice still popping out word by word, "Eat this."

An Jing stared blankly at the dishes on the coffee table, including lotus root slices, potatoes, Chinese cabbage, tripe, duck intestines, raw beef, etc...

The most important thing is that there is an induction cooker in the center, on which a pot of red soup is boiling, and seasonings such as chili festival and prickly ash are rolling along with it, which is really beautiful and attractive.

This rich hot pot aroma...

Like a rusty robot, she turned her head with difficulty and looked at Bai Chuan.

"This...you did it?"

Bai Chuan nodded, and said emphatically, "Eat this."

It turned out that what he meant by "not eating" just now was to let her eat hot pot.

She couldn't help thinking that when she ran into him downstairs on the afternoon of the third day of the first lunar month, she also told him not to eat noodles and invited him to dinner.

Unexpectedly, the role was changed today, and he invited her to dinner.

"Wash your hands and eat." He called to her.

Looking at the hot pot that made people's index finger move, An Jing's mood was very complicated for a while.

The neighbor knows how to cook, and even made a hot pot completely. This incident had a great impact on her.

And he specially moved a small bench to sit at the door and wait for her...

She finally listened to him and washed her hands before eating with him.

Unexpectedly, the neighbor is really a person with a strong ability to "imitate". There is a reason why he put the food on the coffee table to eat. He wants to show her the TV, and it is "My Neighbor Totoro".

An Jing couldn't laugh or cry.

After this meal, she felt comfortable in her stomach and heart, and soon put the pressure of work and the troubles brought by Ji Wenxuan behind her.

After the meal, Bai Chuan took the initiative to take over the task of cleaning up.

An Jing sat on the sofa in his house, quietly looking at his house.

This was the first time she entered his house, and she found that there were many models of airplanes in his house, of various kinds, and various parts that had been dismantled.

In addition, the house is well-organized, and all the items are arranged in a uniform direction, which is the kind of extreme obsessive-compulsive disorder.

This kind of old building is a two-bedroom with one bedroom and two living rooms. She doesn't like to share with others, so she turned the second bedroom into a computer room, where she can work overtime, do work, or read books.

She looked at Bai Chuan's house correspondingly, and saw the study room with the door open at a glance. He seemed to like to turn on all the lights in the house, so she could easily see the bookcase facing the door, with a lot of books on it , too far away to see what type it is.

Since the door is open is the study, then...

Her gaze stayed in front of the closed door, and then she discovered a fact.

The balconies of the two families are next to each other. According to the directions, the only one with a balcony is the room with the closed door, and this room is most likely the neighbor's bedroom, so...their bedroom is only separated by a wall?
Realizing this, An Jing suddenly became nervous for some reason.

The sound insulation effect of this house should not be too bad, right?

Then she thought that she had never heard the movements and sounds from her neighbors, and she immediately felt relieved, thinking that she should be fine.

Just as he was thinking in a mess, Bai Chuan packed up and came back.

The window of the living room is open. The good thing about this kind of old building is that it is transparent from north to south. The slightly drunk wind in April brings the fragrance of pagoda flowers from the old locust trees downstairs, and the air is actually slightly sweet.

Sitting on the sofa, An Jing, who was eating a little, smelled the light and sweet fragrance of Sophora japonica, looked at the warm and childlike picture in the cartoon, and then looked at Bai Chuan's picture, which looked very much like the cute little boy in the cartoon. With a pure face, there is peace and tranquility in the heart.

She suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help asking him, "Where have you been these few days?"

Bai Chuan sat down, twisted subconsciously with a seventh-order Rubik's Cube for practice, pursed his lips to avoid her gaze, and refused to speak.

An Jing leaned over, "You don't mean...to learn how to cook, do you?"

Otherwise, how to explain his behavior of suddenly making a hot pot?
Did she remember that he always ordered takeaway, and it was only after she taught him to steam millet dregs that he gradually started to deal with the kitchen.

Sure enough, although Bai Chuan didn't speak, his ears turned red.

After getting along for a long time, An Jing has a little understanding of his personality, knowing that he is either guilty or shy, and his ears will turn red uncontrollably.

"Thank you, I'm very full, thank you for the hospitality." An Jing patted him on the shoulder, and stood up as she spoke.

"But I really have to work overtime today, so I'm sorry that I can't watch animation with you. By the way, I'm good at cooking, keep up the good work!" She gestured to him to cheer.

Only then did Bai Chuan look up at her, pursing his lips, but the curve of his lips could not be stretched. Obviously, he was very happy to be praised.

An Jing waved to him, and then left his house.

After she left, the smile on Bai Chuan's face finally showed completely, staring at the direction of the door, smiling like a little fool.

The phone rang, interrupting his daze.

He picked up the phone, and then heard a joking voice on the other end of the phone, "Little fool, how is your hot pot doing?"

It was my sister Fu Xiyun's voice.

"Delicious." He replied.

"Hey, Wang Po sells melons, sells melons, and boasts!"

"An Jing said it." Bai Chuan retorted.

"Yes yes yes! Then it is blessed by my secret hot pot base! How about it, is your sister reliable? Let me tell you, the hot pot is the simplest, not to mention instant, and it can reflect the technical content, and it is also rich! By the way, remember to apply medicine to the burn on your hand, An Jing also said that you are smart, I think you are so stupid, you can scald like a fool, remember to apply medicine!"

She talked too much, didn't hear Bai Chuan's answer, and didn't know whether he understood or not, so she told her again, "The wound needs medicine, medicine, remember?"

"Well, I remember." Bai Chuan obediently replied.

"Good job, that's it, bye."

"Ah."

After talking, the two siblings hung up the phone.

Bai Chuan pulled open his sleeve, and there was a large area of ​​burns inside. He looked at it twice, and then went to get medicine from the TV cabinet.

　Woohoo, no one commented on the finger, I am so happy...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)