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                         方亦城很配合的开始装弱智扳手指，口里面念念有词的算。                                                                                                             “好了别傻了，去找碗和筷子，我怎么都找不到。”顾烟忍俊不禁。                                                                                                             方亦城从沙发上弹起来，冲她敬了个标准的军礼。他穿着睡衣，偏偏又是一本正经的样子，让顾烟又笑了出来。                                                                                                             “筷子找不到，勺子可以不可以？”方亦城蹲在厨前认真翻找，很困惑的问顾烟。                                                                                                             “筷子都没有？你在家连泡面都不吃的么？”顾烟鄙视的看他。                                                                                                             方亦城接受到她的鄙视，又是一声叹息，半个身子钻进厨里去找。                                                                                                             “是这个吗？”顾烟伸手在上面的柜子上看到一盒东西。                                                                                                             “当心！”                                                                                                             还是晚了，那盒上叠着一个小盒子，顾烟这样一拽，那个小小的盒子便掉了下来，砸在厨门边上，又弹进了粥锅里。                                                                                                             “啊！”顾烟尖叫，左手的虎口那里被溅起来的滚粥烫红了一大片。                                                                                                             方亦城急急的抓她的手去冲凉水，一边心疼皱眉，一边叹气：“我就知道我没那个福气喝你的粥。”                                                                                                             顾烟本来痛的眼泪都下来，还是被他逗的笑开来。                                                                                                             “起泡了，还是去医院看一下。”                                                                                                             “好啊，你也顺便打一针，我看你温度还是有点高的。”                                                                                                             方亦城嘴角ch0u搐，叹了口气，“等着，我出去买烫伤药。”