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                                                                                                         顾烟笑着捶了他一下，“不要耍贫嘴。醒了就好，你家里有米么？我给你熬点粥吧。”                                                                                                             “有的，在厨房下面的柜子里。”                                                                                                             方亦城洗漱完就坐在沙发上等。规规矩矩的双手放在腿上，乖的不得了。                                                                                                             顾烟看他耍宝的样子觉得很好笑，“方亦城，脑袋烧坏掉了是不是？来，告诉jiejie，十二除以七等于几？”                                                                                                             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