Don't mess with me, I'm super fierce

Chapter 29

Meng Yu ate a bowl and a half for the first time, and the bones and shrimp shells in front of the table could be piled up into a hill. When he looked up, he saw Wei Borong looking at him with satisfied and gratified eyes.

He licked his lips in embarrassment, drank the pork rib soup in the bowl, and finally put down his chopsticks to wipe off the oil on the corners of his mouth.

"I didn't expect you to cook delicious food." After eating something made by someone else, it's natural not to be stingy with compliments.

"Generally, if you want to eat, I can come and make it every day."

That being said, the two of them still come here every day for whatever relationship they have... However, Meng Yu subconsciously pinched the pinnae of the ear that showed signs of fever, and explored the truth and falsehood on Wei Borong's face.

"Are you serious?" If you really come, you can ask him how to cook, and you can eat a delicious lunch without any effort. It's like killing two birds with one stone.

"Really, if you buy the vegetables, I can cook whatever you want."

Meng Yu was overjoyed and nodded immediately: "Then, then it's settled."

That night, when Meng Yeruo came home from get off work, he could smell a wafting fragrance. There was still a lot of pork rib soup left at noon. Meng Yu calculated that it was already hot, and the soup was already boiling.

If Meng Ye knew that Meng Yu didn't know how to cook, he looked at his obedient son who was busy in the kitchen in surprise and asked, "Xiao Yu, what are you cooking?"

Meng Yu laughed and said, "Wei Bo made the sparerib soup at noon, and there's still a lot left."

Hearing that the neighbor's son cooked it, Meng Yeruo was even more surprised, "The kid can cook?"

"Yeah, it's delicious. His mother seems to be very busy and doesn't have time to take care of him. He came over to eat at our house this morning, and all the lunch meals are made by him. There are fruits on the tea table in the living room outside, which are also from Weibo. Redundantly bought."

Thinking of what Wei Borong said, Meng Yu said again: "Wei Borong said that he will come to our house to cook and eat in the future, and I just need to buy good food. I thought that anyway, like me, he spends most of the time alone at home, so he needs one more person of the same age. It's not so boring to chat and eat together. Besides, I also want to cook, so I can ask him for advice."

"Mom, do you think it's okay?"

Meng Yeruo stood at the door of the kitchen holding a cup of hot tea, looked at his tall and grown-up son, pondered for a while, then nodded with a smile, "Yes, it's not easy for Xiao Rong's mother to run a cake shop by herself, and she has to do it again." Cake has to take care of the business in the store, so I definitely can’t take care of Xiao Rong. Hey, since you two have a good relationship, you should go out and have fun together when we two adults are not at home, don’t stay at home all the time, study It is important, but you have to relax when you have time, otherwise you will get sick from boredom."

"I know, Mom." Meng Yu obediently agreed.

A parent went on a business trip to a coastal city and came back with seafood. Meng Yeruo got two boxes of crabs. After dinner, Meng Yu asked Meng Yu to take a box of crabs to the neighbor's house next door.

It was Wei Borong who opened the door. His complexion was very bad, and he was filled with suppressed anger. Seeing his cold face, Meng Yu was stunned for a moment, and probably guessed that he should have had some unpleasantness with his mother just now.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the door, he could feel the subtle and weird atmosphere, and Meng Yeruo obviously noticed it too.

It's really not the right time, Meng Yu pinched the tip of his nose and thought.

Wei Jin, who was lying on the sofa with his arms folded, looked as cold as Wei Borong's, seeing that it was Meng Yeruo and Meng Yu who came over, he quickly adjusted his breathing and stood up to welcome them.

"Wei Borong, go make two cups of tea." The commanding tone could not be refuted, and even called his son's full name.

Meng Yu frowned, how could a relative call his son's full name in such a cold tone?He looked at Wei Borong, who raised his eyelids and looked back at him, then walked towards the kitchen expressionlessly.

"I, I'll help him." Wei Borong's mother's aura was too strong, even though Meng Yeruo was separated, Meng Yu always felt uncomfortable.

After chasing into the kitchen, Wei Borong was holding a cup from the cupboard when he heard footsteps and turned his head to see that it was Meng Yu.

"Why don't you sit and run in like a good kid outside?" Wei Borong looked at him with neither salty nor indifferent eyes, and couldn't see the emotions hidden in it.

Meng Yu squeezed over and consciously helped wash the cups. The two of them were a bit crowded together, and the space seemed cramped.

Meng Yu said in a low voice: "Help, did you and your mother quarrel? I don't think you two look very good."

His question caused Wei Borong to fall into a short silence, so that Meng Yu began to regret that he was so mean, whether the mother and son quarreled or not, that was his own business, why talk too much, to show that he is very capable!

Meng Yu was so regretful that he even wanted to slap himself twice.

"Ah."

Um?It's really noisy... Meng Yu wanted to touch his nose in embarrassment, thinking that Wei Borong would not answer, but the other party had no intention of hiding what just happened.

He fell into a tangle, he had always been stupid, and he didn't know how to comfort the person next to him.

"Well, if you have any unhappy things, if you want to talk about it, I will always listen to you. Although you are a bit fierce and have a poisonous mouth, since we are friends, no matter whether you have good or bad emotions and You can tell me everything, don't worry, my mouth is very strict and I won't talk nonsense."

This was Meng Yu's only thought. Wei Borong wanted to talk about what he wanted to say or not. The initiative and the right to choose belonged to him.Meng Yu thought that if Wei Borong was willing to talk, he would listen to him seriously, and if he didn't want to talk, he would just wait for those things to be digested by himself.

Wei Bo's hand for rinsing the cup paused for a moment, and another very light and simple "um" was regarded as an answer, but it made Meng Yu happy from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, the relationship between them dare not be fully defined as "friends". Neither side has explicitly stated that they are friends of the other party. The moment the word "friend" blurted out, Meng Yu felt nervous for a moment, afraid that Wei Bo would say that they were friends not friend.

In fact, after so long, the two of them had been bickering, but Meng Yu had already regarded Wei Borong as his friend.

Somehow, after being recognized as a friend, I felt a little secretly happy.

When Wei Borong lowered his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the upward curve on the lips of the people around him, and smiled knowingly.

Meng Yeruo's mother and son returned home not long after staying at Wei's house. Meng Yeruo still had to go to work, and after washing up at home, he had already gone to bed. Here, Meng Yu was still blowing on the air conditioner on the floor next to the bed, playing with his mobile phone.

After opening WeChat for two years, most of the people on the list are relatives, and there are very few classmates, let alone friends, but now, Weibo is counted in the list of friends' tags.

Not long after Meng Yu returned to his room, he received the message. It was from Wei Borong, and it was a concise and clear question.

Hello: How about cooking hairy crabs tomorrow?

Fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard, Meng Yu replied: Well, my mother bought potatoes and onions, do you want to make fried shredded pork with onions and fried potatoes?

Back there quickly.

Hello: Do ​​you have ketchup at home?

ketchup?What do you want that thing for?

Meng Yu sent a question mark.

Hello: Don't you want fried potatoes?

Meng Yu: What's the relationship between fried potatoes and ketchup?

Hello: I can make French fries.

Meng Yu's phone is about to explode. He has met some kind of genius who can do everything!

Meng Yu hurriedly replied that there was still half a bottle left.

Hello: Mmm.

Meng Yu sent an expectant emoticon. After waiting for a while, the phone didn't move. It seems that the conversation has been unilaterally ended there.

Feeling a little lost mentally, Meng Yu shook off the weird feeling, slowly found out his pajamas and pajamas and rolled to take a shower.

It was late at night, the lights in Wei Borong's room were on, but he was leaning on the balcony, brushing his phone and blowing the night breeze.

The mobile phone interface displayed the recipes, and Wei Boxuan swiped through those recipes, thinking that Meng Yu had eaten the food cleanly, he felt full and happy.

If Meng Yu wants to eat, no matter what to do, no matter what he can do or not, he will try.

"Knock knock..."

The only one knocking at the door so late was his mother.

Wei Borong put away his phone and opened the door, Wei Jin was standing indifferently at the door with arms folded.

"What's the matter?" The mother and son faced each other, but they always had nothing to say.

Wei Jin looked at her son who was half a head taller than herself, Wei Bo looked more like his father, his appearance was as high as his height, but his temperament inherited everything from her.

Wei Borong's father has a gentle temperament, he treats others with humility, courtesy and thoughtfulness, and he has nothing to say to Wei Jin's mother and son.

If it's so good, why do you want to divorce again?

If he didn't know the truth, Wei Borong would really like to question his mother, why did she want to divorce her father... It's a pity that he knew the reason and the truth in advance.

The reason why the relationship between his mother and son fell to freezing point quickly.

Wei Borong suddenly felt very tired, and for a while, he didn't know how to face the woman who brought him life and worked so hard to raise him.

"Bo Rong, what happened at night...it's because mom didn't control her emotions, I'm sorry." Wei Jin's eyes were black and blue, and the years gradually left marks on her face.

Looking at Wei Jin's face that was more tired than his own, Wei Borong felt sad, uncomfortable, and a little bit of hatred intertwined in his heart.