With a "dingdong" sound from the mobile phone, a WeChat message came from Xie Sui——
"I bought quick-frozen snowflake steak. Do you want tomato sauce or pepper sauce?"
Jibai raised the corners of his lips lightly, and called Xie Sui, there was a deep frying sound.
"I'm busy." The boy was wearing an apron and was doing steak in the kitchen.
"Xie Sui, I won't be here tonight."
He paused—"Oh."
"Xie Sui, the summer vacation is coming soon, next semester the third year of high school."
Xie Sui continued to flip over the steak with a spatula, his tone was slightly dissatisfied: "I know, I will try my best. Let's hang up first, the steak is about to burn."
Jibai leaned against the street lamp, looking at the shallow puddle beside him, reflecting the neon signs on the street.
She read his name carefully: "Xie Sui..."
"how?"
"nothing."
On the phone, the boy seemed to have turned on the hands-free, and she heard the sound of steak cooking.