The Witch

After saying goodbye to Dong Yongyuan, Wu Miaomiao turned and entered the mall.

When it comes to buying clothes, Wu Miaomiao has difficulty choosing clothes for herself, let alone buying them for Ji Lang. She hadn't considered these before coming to the mall. She just thought about buying more and buying hard. The only clothes she bought were in the Xianggong's wardrobe. In this way, Xianggong could only wear the clothes she bought. When the time comes, you can take it off as you want, and take it off whenever you want.

Hehe~~

But after entering the men's clothing brand store, Wu Miaomiao was immediately at a loss as he looked at the store's dazzling array of clothes, and couldn't pick it out at all. In the end, she simply took a pictorial from the store and bought three or four sets in a row, following the dress of the model on it. Fortunately, I have already bought a suit for Ji Lang before, so I don't need to call Ji Lang to ask about the size of Ji Lang's clothes.

After visiting three brand stores in a row, when Wu Miaomiao took the trophy and got into the taxi, the shopping bags were piled up in the back seat, and the surprised driver couldn't help but glance at it a few more times. Although she bought a lot of clothes, she didn't take much time to buy them. When the taxi arrived downstairs in Huating Community, it was less than 7:30. In other words, deducting the time on the road and the time she wasted while talking with Dong Yongyuan, she spent less than fifty minutes shopping.

Upstairs, Ji Lang is cooking in the kitchen.

He got off work early today, thinking that Wu Miaomiao would be back at 8 o'clock, so he went to the nearby supermarket on a whim to buy a bunch of ingredients. Ji Lang has been living alone since he was in college. In addition to work, he has no other hobbies, so the basic life skills are basically illuminated, and he will naturally be able to cook. It's just that he doesn't like to cook himself, and he will cook himself to improve it only when the takeaway is about to throw up.

Ji Lang glanced at the time and felt that the ribs soup was almost ready, so he lifted the lid and took a look. Just as the salt was about to be added, there was a knock on the door, and Wu Miaomiao's sound was heard along with the knock on the door. sound.

"Msang Gong, help me open the door."

Ji Lang was startled slightly, feeling strange, but still put down the things in his hand, walked to the door, and opened the door from the inside. Then he saw a dozen shopping bags densely packed with different colors, and someone who was squeezed in the middle of the shopping bags and didn't even have a hand to open the door.

Really bought a lot.

Seeing the door opened, Wu Miaomiao was about to walk in with the bag, but because there were too many bags, she was blocked by the door frame when she entered the door, and perhaps she was too hard when she entered the door, and the shopping bag bounced off the door frame. In the first gear, he was actually bounced back two steps.

Wu Miaomiao was a little dazed for a while, how did he get pushed out?

Ji Lang couldn't help but laughed, and then walked over to pick up the shopping bag in Wu Miaomiao's hand: "Give me things."

"Yeah." Wu Miaomiao also recovered at this time, smiling stupidly, and while giving Ji Lang the shopping bag, he walked in.

"It smells so good, Xiang Gong, are you cooking?" As soon as Wu Miaomiao entered the room, he smelled the strong fragrance of the food, and then his eyes lit up.

Miangong cooked for himself at home?

"Yeah." Ji Lang was putting the shopping bags on the sofa. One or two of the shopping bags fell over and the clothes inside were exposed. Ji Lang glanced over and frowned, "What men's clothing did you buy?"

"Yes, they were all bought for Xianggong." Wu Miaomiao had already entered the kitchen and answered Ji Lang's question from a distance.

Ji Lang was stunned. They bought them all for himself? He couldn't believe it. He flipped through a few more bags, and then a few more bags. Finally, he finally determined that there was a sofa full of clothes and no women's clothing. Classmate Wu Miaomiao didn't go home after studying, and ran to the mall, really buying him clothes.

Ji Lang was a little puzzled, planning to go to the kitchen to ask Wu Miaomiao what's going on, but as soon as he entered, he saw Wu Miaomiao opening the lid, his head almost reaching into the pot of soup.

"Be careful." Ji Lang pulled Wu Miaomiao's arm and pulled the person up, "There is steam."

"Yeah." Wu Miaomiao raised her hand and wiped her face, her eyes still gazed at the rib soup.

Ji Lang was speechless, walked over to turn off the fire, then took the salt shaker to put the salt, and finally took another soup spoon and handed it to Wu Miaomiao's hand: "Put it out if you want to drink it."

"I won't drink, wait for the Xiang Gong to be together." Wu Miaomiao shook his head and said.

"Then you take the bowls and chopsticks out, and I will fry another green vegetable." Ji Lang said.

"Okay." In response, Wu Miaomiao began to work happily.

She first brought out a few dishes prepared by Ji Lang in the kitchen, and then took out the tableware of two people from the cupboard, and finally found a big soup bowl, which was full of a large bowl. Take out the ribs soup. When she finishes all this, Ji Lang's last dish will be ready.

"Eating." Ji Lang felt that Wu Miaomiao was probably hungry, and his eyes were abnormal when staring at the food.

Wu Miaomiao had waited for Ji Lang's words long ago. When he sat down, he immediately took his chopsticks and ate a piece of braised pork. After only two bites, the meat in his mouth hadn't been swallowed, so he was vague. Chao Ji Lang spoke.

"Oh time."

Ji Lang couldn't understand what Wu Miaomiao said, but he could probably guess it: "Don't talk when you have something in your mouth."

Wu Miaomiao smiled embarrassedly, then chewed quickly, and when he swallowed, he praised again: "It's delicious, this is the best braised pork I have ever eaten."

Ji Lang chuckled, not taking it seriously, Wu Miao's mouth was so sweet that he could say anything sweet without blushing or breathing. But Ji Lang himself is self-aware of his own cooking skills. He doesn't often cook. When cooking, he just copied the recipes, so the taste can only be considered acceptable. What's the best to eat is impossible.

"I haven't eaten home-cooked food for a long time." Wu Miaomiao seemed to be excited, and she kept boasting, "Msang Gong, I didn't expect you to cook. You are so virtuous. To marry you, I must have burnt high incense in my previous life. ."

Ji Lang's hand caught the dish: "Virtuous, don't use it to describe a man."

"Why?!" Wu Miaomiao was puzzled.

Ji Lang was too lazy to explain to her, but said: "I don't like it."

"Oh, that Xiang Gong, you are so good, you know how to cook." Wu Miaomiao corrected immediately.

"..." Why does it still sound awkward?

Wu Miaomiao’s meal was very fragrant. It was obvious that the appetite was much larger than usual. Ji Lang prepared three dishes and one soup according to the remaining portion, but they were all swept away by Wu Miaomiao. He even collapsed on the chair with his stomach, even panting heavily.

"Ah, I'm so tired to eat, Xiang Gong, you put the bowl, when I can move, I will go to wash." Wu Miaomiao said breathlessly.

Ji Lang twitched his lips: "Even if I want to save face, I won't be able to hold myself like this."

"It's not to give you face..." Wu Miaomiao hiccuped and continued, "I am happy, my dream comes true."

"Dream?" Ji Lang wondered, what kind of dream is eating a meal.

"Half a year ago, when the master left, I was actually a little scared." Wu Miaomiao said suddenly, "Although the wizard can communicate yin and yang, he also looks down on life and death, but death is dead. Even if I pass after my death, the master is also He has been reborn, and once he enters the cycle of reincarnation, it is almost impossible to see each other again."

Ji Lang was startled. He didn't expect Wu Miaomiao, who seemed very happy just now, to suddenly start such a sad topic.

"I grew up with the master, and only the master is a family member. The place where the master is there is my home, so if the master is gone, my home will be gone." Wu Miaomiao continued, "I asked the master when I was a child, What is home? The master said that the simplest home is two people living together. There is a room and one person in the room is waiting for me to go back. When I enter the room, that person will prepare a table of simple home-cooked dishes for me. . Or the other way around, I’m in the house and there is someone who can wait and wait for him to come back, and then cook for him. I used to be like this with the master. When we go back from school every day, the master prepares food at home and waits for me. Master After I left, I haven't had home-cooked food for a long time."

It turned out that Wu Miaomiao's sigh just now was not because she was surprised that she had cooked the food, but because she missed her master.

"Maybe you don’t believe me. I liked you when I first saw you. I wanted to live in your house and cook for you to make you my home. Unfortunately, at that time, you I don't seem to like me very much." At this point, Wu Miaomiao's tone was aggrieved.

Ji Lang's expression moved slightly, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it, so he could only continue to listen in the end.

"I just thought, I must make you like me. When you like me, I will learn a few more dishes quietly, and then prepare them in advance while you are not off work, and wait for you to come back. In this way, my first One goal is achieved, and I will have a family again. But I didn’t expect that I planned for so long, and in the end it was the father-in-law. You made me a meal first, hehehe~~~" Wu Miaomiao's just aggrieved voice seemed to be healed instantly, turning into a smug laugh, as if it had taken a big advantage.

After a moment of silence, Ji Lang slowly said his voice, his voice seemed calm, but his eyes were full of emotions: "So, your first goal is to be my home?"

"But now you have become my home first, hehe." As long as Wu Miaomiao thought of this, he couldn't help but smile again.

If you cook this meal by yourself, even though you have achieved your goal, this is what you planned at the first glance when you saw your Xianggong. It has been planned for a long time, and it is not simple. Xianggong is different. He didn't have a plan, but made the meal just as it was. The home obtained in this way is more complete and more sincere. The more Wu Miaomiao thought about it, the happier he was.

Has he become Wu Miaomiao's home?

Ji Lang was in a complicated mood, and these words echoed in his mind repeatedly.

Home, is it that simple?

Seeing Ji Lang suddenly stopped speaking, Wu Miaomiao stared straight at the food on the table. His expression was difficult to distinguish. For a while, he was a little panicked. Xianggong would not regret cooking this meal.

Wu Miaomiao was anxious, not caring about the uncomfortable stomach, jumped up and rushed to Ji Lang's side, hugged Ji Lang's arm tightly, and said loudly and stubbornly: "I don't care, anyway, you made the meal. Here, you It’s my home, no regrets."

Ji Lang glanced at her: "Since we first met, you have depended on me like this."

"So you confessed your fate, and you were slapped by me, and you definitely can't run away. I'm a wizard, if you dare to go back, I will let the doll curse you." Wu Miaomiao scared.

"What is cursing me?" Ji Lang was curious.

"Curse you... In this life, apart from me, there will be no more daughter-in-law." Wu Miaomiao said viciously.

"..." Ji Lang was silent, thinking in his heart, this is really a terrible curse, and then suddenly laughed, "Before you appeared anyway, I never thought about finding a wife."

"Then I will..."

Huh? There seems to be something wrong.

What does this phrase mean?

Wu Miaomiao's head quickly turned twice.

"Msang Gong, are you confessing to me?" Wu Miaomiao exclaimed in surprise.

"Hurry up and wash the dishes." Ji Lang pulled the person off.