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This kiss was both familiar and warm.

This was the feeling that Huang Xing still remembered vividly.

Even though he knew it would take a lot of courage to accept the kiss, he couldn't resist it. This resistance was not only to the things in front of him, but also to the warm memories of the past. He was an emotional person, and he could not reject the beauty of the girl in front of him.

She looked at Huang Xing emotionally, as if she wanted to see through him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, lightly licked her lips, and said very meekly: You are much more stable than before. If it was in the past, you would have picked me up already …

Huang Xing interrupted her, trying his best not to look at her blurry eyes, because that would make him drunk.

Just as Ouyang Mengjiao was about to speak, he suddenly touched his nose and frowned: What smell is this?

What smell? Huang Xing was startled for a moment. When he looked at the pot, he immediately understood that it was steak paste.

Huang Xing immediately shut off the gas valve, looked at the smoke rushing up, laughed bitterly, and turned the engine of the oil lamp into maximum.

'Muddled? ' Ouyang Mengjiao stretched his neck and looked into the pot.

Huang Xing said. It's all your fault for being muddled.

'Blame me for blaming me.' Ouyang Mengjiao proactively admitted his wrongs, went in front of the wok and said: Hurry and fish it out, don't waste this oil, if you can still use it, continue to fry. I'd like to have a glass of wine with you tonight. Steak red wine, heroic beauty.

Huang Xing blushed with shame: When did you learn to live like this? Unfortunately, steak is steak, and I'm not a hero.

Ouyang Mengjiao patted his chest lightly, saying, "But I'm a beauty." Beauty falls in love with you, you are not a hero but a hero. There was a singing voice, what kind of love was love, a beauty loves a hero!

Huang Xing emphasized: Keep a low profile. Who would call themselves a beauty?

Ouyang Mengjiao tilted her pretty head and naughtily stared at Huang Xing: "Am I not pretty?"

Huang Xing reached out and stroked the buzz cut young man's head, using a low-key yet very cool tone and said: "I'm also very handsome, but I've been proud before, have you said that before?" Keep a low profile. No matter how handsome he was, he should at least let others talk about it!

Ouyang Mengjiao burst out laughing: How are you handsome?

Huang Xing stretched his waist, revealing his 360 degree figure: Dare I ask, where's not handsome?

Ouyang Mengjiao gave a thumbs up. You're a male model! He was talented in both martial arts and literature, handsome and handsome. Otherwise, why would I be captured by you?

Huang Xing said: Don't praise me, it's easy to be proud.

In the midst of this warm conversation, the two of them opened their hearts involuntarily. One carried memories, while the other carried thoughts and fantasies of each other.

Huang Xing had never been able to understand, the things that had happened between him and Ouyang Mengjiao, could it be counted as love? Or was it just a soulmate in solitude? It could even only be considered a pair of best friends from the opposite sex under special circumstances.

He could not find the right answer.

However, he understood in his heart that he did not have the fiery and stubborn love for Ouyang Mengjiao, nor did he have the heart tearing helplessness and hatred for his ex-wife Zhao Xiaoran. This feeling wasn't even mixed with affection. However, he was always concerned about her, worried about her. When she was happy, he would be happy with her; when she was in pain, he would be happy with her. Of course, when she took the initiative to send him a sexy signal, he also had a strong impulse and passion.

This was a very complicated dispute.

Seeing that the two of them were in a deadlock after kissing each other, Ouyang Mengjiao smiled to ease the tension, and said: Come, come, let me fry some vegetables and cut a steak.

Huang Xing smiled bitterly and said: Not hungry. It was already after dinner.

Ouyang Mengjiao said: Eat less, you're not fat, so don't lose weight.

Huang Xing asked: What dishes do you want to cook?

Ouyang Mengjiao blurted out: Mushrooms, your favorite.

Mushroom? Huang Xing was stunned for a moment. To Huang Xing and Ouyang Mengjiao, this kind of vegetable was not only a type of vegetable, but also a type of mutual understanding that only the two of them could understand. That sort of tacit understanding allowed the two of them to teleport back to that small rented house from a few years ago whenever they mentioned it.

Huang Xing asked Ouyang Mengjiao: Do you only know how to cook this kind of dish?

Ouyang Mengjiao said deeply: "I didn't cook the dishes."

Huang Xing said: Lonely?

Ouyang Mengjiao did not answer, he only sighed lightly, but rolled up his sleeves, and started getting busy.

The vegetables in Huang Xing's kitchen were mostly mushrooms. Ouyang Mengjiao was very jealous of them as he washed them, broke them open, chopped scallion, heated oil and cooked them in a wok. Hearing the sound, Huang Xing's heart was filled with complicated thoughts.

Ouyang Mengjiao started to stir-fry the vegetables, and started to hum a little tune.

Seeing that she was serious about cooking, Huang Xing could not bear to disturb her anymore. Hence, he took a step forward and wanted to sit on the sofa to watch the TV.

Ouyang Mengjiao suddenly said: "Why aren't you blindfolded?"

Huang Xing was startled for a moment, and immediately understood what Ouyang Mengjiao meant: You still want to be burned, don't you think so? If you don't blindfold, you will be scalded, and your eyes will be blindfolded!

Ouyang Mengjiao emphasized: That's not the same. It was steak just now. There was a lot of moisture in the steak and it was splashed with oil. It was now mushroom stewing, so there was no need to splash oil outside. You blindfold me, sing, I'll gently blindfold you, let you guess who I am.

Huang Xing said, embarrassed: "Swish!"

Ouyang Mengjiao was startled for a moment, then immediately realized Huang Xing was playing a joke on him. He frowned, pointed to the pot in his hand, and asked, "Is it the oil in the pot, or …?" She pointed to herself again, then asked, Am I mean?

Huang Xing laughed and said: All of them!

Ouyang Mengjiao laughed sinisterly as he looked at Huang Xing: Then I'll show you cheap!

Huang Xing was worried that if he continued to stay with her in the kitchen, she might really make him obedient and take him on, thus he returned back to the living room and sat on the sofa to watch the show.

A few minutes later, a plate of fragrant mushrooms was brought over. It was a familiar yet sexy taste, one that had once intoxicated Huang Xing.

Soon after, several pieces of fried steak were served with knives and forks.

Then, Ouyang Mengjiao started to look everywhere for red wine. Huang Xing originally did not want to drink it, but after this passionate action from Ouyang Mengjiao, he became interested.

Ouyang Mengjiao searched for a long time but was unable to find any red wine. Huang Xing then stood up and took out a box of Zhang Yu's Gan Hong's. When Ouyang Mengjiao saw the red wine symbol, he smacked his lips. The dignified General Manager of Xin Meng Plaza drank this kind of red wine?

Huang Xing frowned: "How is this bad, hundreds, let's talk about it."

Ouyang Mengjiao said: Hundreds? Good boy, your salary is over ten thousand yuan a day. Would you like to drink a few hundred yuan worth of red wine, or a pair, or two bottles?

Huang Xing asked: Then how much do you think I should drink red wine?

Ouyang Mengjiao extended a finger.

'A thousand? ' Huang Xing said: Just now in the kitchen, you were acting like you are very thrifty, you are afraid of wasting oil. Yet now, he raised the standard so high?

Ouyang Mengjiao reasoned, "That's not the same thing." That was a waste. Well, it wasn't a waste after all.

Huang Xing blushed with shame: There's a little logic behind it, but I can't drink more than a thousand bottles of red wine. Bring a few bottles over when you come next time. You're rich, so you have plenty of money.

Ouyang Mengjiao's eyes bloomed with a hint of surprise: You mean, you want me to come to your house often?

Huang Xing blushed even more: That wasn't what I wanted to express.

Ouyang Mengjiao asked: "Which one is that?"

Huang Xing said: I am emphasizing on red wine. If it is inconvenient, you can bring the merchant over. Or I can go to your house and get it.

Ouyang Mengjiao laughed and said: It's convenient, it's really convenient! I bring it to you every night.

Huang Xing quickly waved his hands: Don't. Please do not willfully cultivate my extravagant habits, the elder brother is weak, cannot drink.

Ouyang Mengjiao said: I'll raise you! Red wine was enough, but so was everything else.

Huang Xing said: Please spare me, Miss Ouyang. When I was a kid, my mom raised me. Now that I have grown up, how can I let a woman raise me?

Ouyang Mengjiao gave a thumbs up. There is an ideal, an ambition, and a principle.

Huang Xing said: Of course!

Using the starter to start the red wine, Ouyang Mengjiao happily poured wine into the goblet.

'Come, romantic! ' Ouyang Mengjiao lifted the huge red wine cup. Compared to the wine cup, her small hands seemed a little funny. Beautiful women like to drink red wine, which seems to have become an unwritten rule. The first person to invent the goblet must have realized that the woman's hands were small, which was why the goblet was designed to look like this. In the middle of the goblet was a slender goblet that could be held by any woman.

Huang Xing touched the cup with hers. Inside the cup, the light from the ceiling shone onto it, making it seem exceptionally clear.

Ouyang Mengjiao drank a mouthful of the red wine and let the red wine linger in his mouth for a while before he swallowed it down. After a moment of silence, he clicked his tongue and nodded: "This wine is not bad, it's good to drink."

Huang Xing stressed: Of course it's okay. He ate quite a few pieces of the dish in one gulp.

Ouyang Mengjiao complained: Look at how stingy you are!

Huang Xing said: What are you calling stingy? This is called living your life! You are from a wealthy family and have never experienced hardships. Have you ever experienced the feeling of spending a hundred yuan for a month?

Ouyang Mengjiao's eyes widened: One hundred yuan a month? What a joke! Even eating wasn't enough! I remember. I remember when we were in the rented room, it was already bitter. We should say that it was the worst. Then it would cost us at least six or seven hundred yuan per month. You said that this hundred yuan would be maintained for a month under the current economic tide... It was impossible to believe. Unless... Unless you're talking about before the nineties, when spending a hundred dollars a month was a luxury.

Huang Xing sighed: You won't make it in time. I even ordered the recipe for myself at that time. In the morning, there were steamed buns and pickles, about fifty cents, Chinese cabbage and steamed buns at noon, about two or three servings, and about two or three servings in the evening. Sometimes, he would even buy a catty of leg bone to stew and drink the soup, and was reluctant to throw away a catsup that could be stewed continuously for ten days.

Ouyang Mengjiao clicked his tongue and said: "Three dollars a day for food." God, that was human life. But then, now that you've worked hard, you'll be happier.

Huang Xing also fiercely took a gulp of the wine.

The taste of the red wine was actually not that great. Fortunately, the wine contained a variety of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy flavors. This mixed together was the true essence of life.