Chapter 501 I Remember You Don't Eat Roast Chicken

But all this is unrealistic.

The master is gone, the little house on the mountain is gone, and he is not the former Mu Han.

Even if Brother Chen comes back one day, what he can do is try his best to be the Brother Mu Han whom he admired, trusted, and relied on before.

The alcoholic is more and more looking forward to the day when he will meet Brother Yi again.

Persevere, I have survived eight years, the last year, soon, soon...

The alcoholic was sitting on the bed drinking wine, and the young man stood by the bed and looked at him.

Until the door was pushed open, Tsing Yi walked in.

When the young man saw Tsing Yi, he shrank subconsciously.

Tsing Yi looked at the alcoholic sitting on the bed drinking, stepped forward and took his wine gourd.

"You don't seem to be in good spirits these two days. You still had a stomachache the night before yesterday. You should drink less. I'll make you something to eat."

Without waiting for the drunkard to say anything, Tsing Yi directly left the room with the wine gourd, probably to cook something for the drunkard.

The drunkard lowered his eyes slightly, lay on the bed for a while, then got out of bed, looked for clothes and went to take a shower.

The boy has been squatting by the bed, not going anywhere, and has been waiting for the alcoholic.

When the drunkard came out of the shower, Tsing Yi had already walked in with a bowl of fragrant noodles.

The drunkard looked at the bowl on the table that he had eaten for several years, and smiled.

Without saying anything, he came to the table and sat down. The drunkard picked up his chopsticks and ate.

Very light, the taste is much lighter than usual.

This Tsing Yi must have been so busy during the day that he forgot to put in the salt.

The drunkard lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls, then turned his head to look at Tsing Yi, who was busy working in front of the computer, but he couldn't bear to move his eyes away.

Sensing the drunkard's gaze, Tsing Yi looked up at him.

"What's wrong?"

After a few seconds of silence, the drunkard said: "It's nothing, just, I suddenly want to eat roast chicken."

"roast chicken?"

roast chicken?

The young man who was standing by the table and watching the drunkard heard this thing, his expression lifted, something flashed in his mind, so fleeting, he didn't even know what it was.

What is this roast chicken?

food?

With no memories of the past, the young man who has been hiding in the underworld for several years is full of strangeness to everything in this world.

Did he also like to eat before?

By the way, he is a fox, he should like to eat roast chicken.

"I remember you don't eat roast chicken."

Tsing Yi remembered very clearly that it was one night about four years ago, Bai Yi bought a supper and called them.

Among them is roast chicken.

At that time, the drunkard stared at the roast chicken for a long time. He thought that the drunkard wanted to eat it, but he said he would not eat it.

Not only roast chicken, but roast chicken legs and wings, he doesn't eat.

Tsing Yi always thought that drunkards didn't like chicken, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly say that he wanted to eat roast chicken tonight.

"Really, that food is delicious." The drunkard smiled, a little sadly, he didn't know whether he said this to Tsing Yi or himself.

Tsing Yi looked at the weird alcoholic, and couldn't help worrying about him again.

After a quick operation on the keyboard, then shutting down the computer, Tsing Yi stood up.

"Then I'll buy it for you."

"I'll go with you."

"Are you going too?"

"Well, let's go back after eating outside." The drunkard also stood up and said.

"Okay." Tsing Yi smiled and nodded, the worry just now disappeared, replaced by happiness.

He rarely wants to go out with him.

Especially when he himself just came back and went out again not long ago.

In the past, after he came back, he would go to bed after taking a shower, and he didn't want to go anywhere again.