But there is no peculiar smell.

Guan Duan looked at Yi Xia with a smile on his face, and suddenly felt a little frightened in his heart.

If I were to study the impact of the environment on human psychology, I would be able to write a paper of at least 8,000 words.

Guan Duan thought so.

Yi Xia led him into the basement.

Guan Duan looked at the living room.

Maybe it was a problem with the light, but he felt that the ground seemed more uneven than before.

"Fresh cabbage dumplings, made by my mother!"

"Absolutely not bad!"

Guan Duan handed the big pot in his hand to Yi Xia.

"I haven't had breakfast yet, shall we?"

Yi Xia smiled and took the big pot.

He was somewhat interested in this guy whose painting style was very different from that of contemporary young people.

That is, every time this guy brings something up, he always has a subtle feeling that the other person is condolences to a lonely old man...

Then subconsciously, Yi Xia waved to the air.

Then he seemed to remember something, so he got up and ran to the bedroom to bring a table.

"I don't have many bowls and chopsticks, but I can treat you to something else."

Yi Xia threw a ball-shaped object towards Guan Duan, and Guan Duan caught it subconsciously.

Then, he looked at the strange-looking thing in his hand and fell into deep thought...

"Are you a graduate student?"

Yi Xia asked while eating dumplings.

Guan Duan nodded, and then habitually began to explain his views on the specific effectiveness of traditional martial arts in physical conditioning.

"Brother Yi, are you interested in practicing martial arts?"

After some introduction, Guan Duan asked casually.

Yi Xia shook his head and took a closer look at Guan Duan:

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Guan Duan was stunned for a moment, feeling that the topic span was a bit wide.

"Yes, we have been dating for several years and we are planning to get married next year."

Guan Duan replied.

Then, he watched Yi Xia fill some unknown soup into the empty pot.

I just felt that for a while, the air was vaguely fishy:

"I'll give you a pot of dumplings and give you a pot of soup..."

Then, Guan Duan walked out of the alley carrying a large and full pot in a daze.

As he approached the door of his house, Guan Duan couldn't help but open the top of the pot and take a look inside.

I saw something dark inside, and I didn't know what it was.

Good guy, this is not a loss at all...

Guan Duan squeezed the "wowotou" that seemed to be a little hard in his hand again, and thought rather subtly in his heart.
Chapter completed!