Zhifan Shen's Secret (4)

"I ...... am probably in a relationship with him."

The man's legs were folded and he was in a very happy mood.

"Well yes, I would very much like to throw away all the days I used to talk about now, it's just ...... really stupid, isn't it, but it doesn't matter ...... he's in love with me anyway."

He doesn't feel like drinking coffee today, and he's reading a magazine of up-and-coming guides to the culinary arts in his hand.

"I, never cooked," he smiled a little, his eyebrows so handsome and cold, this time actually a little blush, looking out a piece of warmth and softness, "also never thought of cooking, after all, usually go home to eat not much ...... The flavor of the automatic cooking machine is also quite good, is not it?"

Ms. Diary captures specific words, gives compliments.

"Automatic cooking machines do taste good."

"Well," he pursed his lips, kind of not wanting to get too happy about the fact that he wasn't a brat or anything like that anymore after all, but he soon failed as the corners of his mouth lifted, almost humming, "but not anymore."

"How about we listen to a little tune from home?" He spoke up, "Uh, Hullovsah, I always heard it when I was a kid, it's nice."

The diary lady dutifully began to play, and he hummed slowly along to the lilting home tune.

The Hullovsár is a very gentle ditty, sounding like the sighs of a gentle shepherd boy in a wide meadow.

"Ahem, it's different now," he continued, "I didn't used to care much about what I ate, but of course, mankind will always be force majeure ...... with regard to food just as he is force majeure with regard to me. "

He paused when he finished speaking.

"Isn't it bad that I don't leave him in every sentence," he was a little embarrassed, even though he was dealing with a machine diary lady who wouldn't just, "but, but it seems like there's nothing else to say but him."

"I'll try to cook, I tried once, but unfortunately it was a bit too much of a mess," he flipped through a page of food and raised an eyebrow, "this stir fry, for example, I made such a mess that I ended up having to change kitchens all over again."

He finished and felt a little disconcerted.

"It's not really that bad," he cleared his throat, "Ahem, I'm just new at this, which is normal, I just don't know what he'll like to eat."

"Well ...... fondue," he looked it up, "just throw the ingredients in the pot? that's too easy, it's not going to be good."

"I should have done something better."

He nodded, thinking he had made quite a point, and glanced at the watch on his wrist in passing.

"He just talked to me about going to get ingredients, he'll be there about five o'clock, and now there's an hour left, should I try to make some?"

Miss Diary was silent.

He nodded again to himself, and with a clap of his hands thought that was a good idea.

Miss Diary: "I would advise you not to entertain the idea."

Shuo Yan: "......"

Miss Diary: "......"

"Did I ever set this up for you?"

Shuo Yan raised an eyebrow, and just as he was about to get up, he paused and looked at the diary lady suspiciously.

Miss Diary: "......"

He closed the electronic diary and gave her head a gentle "pop" - a petite electronic diary.

"I'm inclined to do it."

......

Zhifan Shen bought the ingredients, he looked at his appearance, clothes, hair ...... Well there is no problem.

He patted the dust on his shoulder very suavely, there was no dust on it but it would ease the tension, well it didn't work, then still a little nervous he poked the doorbell of the house next door.

"Ding dong--"

After three sounds, there was surprisingly no response.

Zhifan Shen, a bit puzzled, poked again.

"Ding dong--"

After about a minute, Zhifan Shen vaguely heard some crackling sounds inside, but still no one came to open the door yet.

He gave the other man a somewhat dubious call, pressing his ear toward the door in the process.

The ringing of the cell phone rang inside and was quickly answered.

"Hello?"

"That," the other guy got a little nervous again as soon as he picked up, "I'm at your door."

"Uh okay," the other voice was very calm, "sorry, I just ...... slept and didn't hear much, wait for me."

...... sleep?

Zhifan Shen looked a little puzzled at the point, and it did not look like a nap, and just now the little crackling movement ...... inside Oh, he quickly remembered, there is a cat in the house.

The cat named "kk" is indeed very mischievous and very spiritual.

It's just kind of bad.

Zhifan Shen stood like this for two minutes before the door finally opened.

Zhifan Shen's eyes lit up as Shuo Yan changed his outfit, he always dressed languidly and casually when he wasn't in formal wear, but he had a good figure and looked good in everything he wore, the wide v-neck sweater revealed his collarbone and was held up by his broad shoulders, it was very attractive, and the pants made him look like he had very slender legs.

Shuo Yan looks more like an approachable commoner than the high and mighty general he remembers.

However, because the first time he saw Shuo Yan, the other party was wearing a formal dress, and placed in the bedside to see so many years, more or less a little first love plot.

"Sorry," he held out his hand to take his ingredients, "long wait?"

"...... is fine."

Zhifan Shen said softly.

The other man's fingers inadvertently brushed across his index finger, tickling it a little and making him resist the urge to re-brush his thumb across the skin.

The heart is in the right place.

Zhifan Shen thought so and blushed a little.

But wait, he wasn't, today, supposed to be heading for anything serious.

Ahem, he coughed softly mentally, stealing a glance at the other man.

Shuo Yan, however, happened to be looking at him, and as soon as his eyes touched up, they seemed to stick together for so long that Zhifan Shen burst out laughing.

"What's with the smile?"

Shuo Yan also found it a bit funny, but couldn't put his finger on it.

Only Zhifan Shen was smiling, he was still that beautiful thin jade when he smiled, he wasn't a sixteen year old anymore, his smile wasn't as cute, but it was still pure.

"No," Zhifan Shen waved his hand, and after another pause said, "Just thought, it was a bit silly."

"Is ...... stupid?" Shuo Yan froze, "Why stupid?"

Zhifan Shen was sorry to elaborate on the image he had conjured up in his head and headed straight for the kitchen with the ingredients.

"It's not much, let's get a plate for it."

"Wait!"

Shuo Yan suddenly called out to him, and Zhifan Shen turned around in confusion; he had only just taken a step inside, and didn't even know where the kitchen was.

But he hardened to see a hint of nervousness in Shuo Yan's expression.

What's there to be so nervous about?

Zhifan Shen moved his eyebrows to express his disbelief, but of course he stopped, after all, this is Shuo Yan's home ah, to respect each other's opinions.

"Uh, we don't need to go into the kitchen, the hot pot, I checked, your ingredients are all taken care of," Shuo Yan moved his throat, a little uncomfortably, "just cook it."

Zhifan Shen thought about it for a moment and decided it was fine, "That's fine, regardless of the fact that, speaking of which, where is your kitchen?"

Zhifan Shen and Shuo Yan's home is very similar, both are two-story, generally, the left side of the decoration is the kitchen.

Speaking of which, because of the termination of the contract with the V Warriors, the term of the house has come to an end, and there was a text message sent over before that he would have to do the formalities to leave next month, but it is just as well, he may ...... not even live there after that.

Zhirou is also leaving.

He was inevitably a little gloomy at the thought, but he quickly adjusted his mood; none of this mattered, and he didn't want to think about it, at least not until tonight.

But soon he realized another problem, this one he hadn't even thought of before straight away.

"No pot ......?"

He spun around, but surprisingly, he really didn't find the pot, and could only look at Shuo Yan hesitantly, "In the kitchen? I remember that the automatic cooking machine also has this function."

"Ah yes, in the kitchen, wait, don't move, I'll get it."

Shuo Yan touched his nose with one hand and gestured for him to sit down.

Zhifan Shen sat down at the table a little confused, "Okay."

Shuo Yan flicked open a crack in the kitchen, then pressed against it and stepped inside, and Zhifan Shen shut it quickly before he had a chance to look at it.

Zhifan Shen: "...... "Why do I feel weird?

He pondered blankly for a moment, very much in disbelief, but soon his interest was not above the kitchen either, and he began to look for the cat.

"Meow?" He shouted twice, yet there was no movement.

The sound of water coming from the kitchen, Zhifan Shen again a little confused, this is an automatic cooking machine is not an automatic dishwasher, right?

Soon Shuo Yan came out again in that high octane maneuver, holding a cleanly washed ...... pot from an automatic cooking machine and the heated bottom pan underneath.

Although it is said that the enemy area is fine with these two things, but ...... still feel strange ah.

Zhifan Shen forced himself to look less curious and began to organize the ingredients, sniffing absently in the process, "Where did those meows go?"

His Excellency the General was already distracted, and when he heard this question he felt a sudden attack on his belly, and for a moment he actually didn't know how to answer.

"Probably went out to play," he used that all-purpose answer, and again had just the right flash of insight, "the kitchen leads right outside, weird mess, probably from when it went out earlier."

"Ooooh." Zhifan Shen nodded in understanding and began to return his attention to the hot pot.

When it comes to hot pot, you can't have a hot pot without a base, and Zhifan Shen certainly has one ready.

"When I used to be in N-192 ah, the weather was quite harsh there, sometimes it would be very cold," Zhifan Shen had a small smile on the corner of his mouth, "the coldest time when the family gathered around to eat hot pot has always been the happiest, my father likes to eat spicy food, and my mother doesn't like to eat spicy food, so I usually use a yuanyang pot, I actually don't know much about spicy food. My dad likes spicy food and my mom doesn't, so I usually use the mandarin duck hot pot, and I'm actually not very good at eating spicy food, but it's very addictive."

Since the ingredients are all there, you can just turn it on and heat it up and serve it.

The soup opened quickly, with a creamy white base on one side and a fiery red base on the other.

The heat had caused the tip of Zhifan Shen's nose to break out in a light sweat, soon followed by a light white mist.

The heat smoked up a cozy feeling in a house.

Shuo Yan watched him quietly, not sure what hot pot was, but it was clear that his point of interest wasn't in hot pot.

"This lamb roll is easily cooked," Zhifan Shen is concentrating on the slices of meat, although he has bad intentions today, but the charm of the hot pot is not to be underestimated, "You try it, and this sauce, this sauce I picked up at the supermarket for a long time, and went back to taste each one of them, and this one tastes the most like what I've had before. most like the ones I've eaten before."

Zhifan Shen subconsciously brought his chopsticks directly to Shuo Yan's mouth, and the two were not sitting face to face, so they were very close.

By the time Zhifan Shen realized it was a feeding gesture he stiffened himself and wondered if it felt overly intimate, though they've done more intimate things, but just kinda ......

Shuo Yan didn't think much of it and naturally bit down.

And then quite naturally, I got burned.

Zhifan Shen : "......"

He looked at the Lord General's furrowed brow and exhale and was surprised at how cute he found it.

"You'll have to blow on it first."

Shuo Yan lost his smile and lifted his eyes down to look at him.

"Will you blow for me?"

Zhifan Shen pursed his lips and boldly said, "Also ...... also okay ah."

He took another slice of meat and carefully blew it cool to dip it in the sauce then offered it to the other man.

"Is it good?"

Shuo Yan opened his lips, but his eyes looked at him, his teeth touched the chopsticks inadvertently, and a faint vibrating sensation reached Zhifan Shen's fingertips through the chopsticks.

He looked at the other man a little nervously, afraid that he might not be used to it.

Shuo Yan chewed and frowned slightly.

"Not good?"

"No," Shuo Yan tasted it very seriously with an incredulous look on his face, "this flavor ...... is fantastic."

Zhifan Shen loses his smile, "Hot pot, hot pot is the best, you can still drink a little soup, when there are more things later the soup will not be good."

I don't know if it was the heat or not, but he felt like his face must have been red.

"I... I also took wine," Zhifan Shen glanced over his eyes, "The wine from the grilled fish restaurant before didn't quite suit me, I took the most common kind of red wine from our hometown, which is also sold by here, red wine with hot pot... . sounds like it might be a bit strange, but it's actually not bad."

Shuo Yan subconsciously then bent his eyes to look at him quietly, "Uh okay, whatever you say."

...... Ah, is it so gentle.

Zhifan Shen kind of wants to cover his chest.

Calm down, Zhifan Shen, you're not the same 16-year-old you used to be.

Didn't you guys do everything back in the day, and now you can't just flirt a little?

You're here today to, ahem, not surrender so quickly.

With this in mind, he picked up the red wine straight away and made a righteous toast.

Then he looked at the Lord General's unspeakable expression and suddenly thought.

"Ah ...... you're not much of a drinker oh."

Shuo Yan : "...... No, I actually don't get drunk that easily, a little bit is still okay."

Shuo Yan blushed, as if the last unpleasant experience was still fresh in his mind.

Very humiliating.

Zhifan Shen couldn't help but burst out laughing, but his gaze remained calmly fixed on Shuo Yan.

That's my favorite person, sitting by my side, eating my favorite food with me.

He liked me too, even if he liked me only as a sixteen year old.

He turned his head slightly, his fingers inadvertently wiping the corners of his eyes, "Alright, let's eat first, don't let the food down ah."

This time Zhifan Shen really wasn't drunk, just slightly dizzy, after eating for a while he suddenly got up: "I'm going to the restroom."

Shuo Yan, who was battling a plate of shrimp sliders that weren't very fishable and didn't look up at him, simply nodded.

Then he saw Zhifan Shen open the kitchen door.

"That one's not ......"

Caught off guard, Shuo Yan covers his eyes and reaches out, but it's too late.

Zhifan Shen drank a little dizzy, thought he was home, and went straight to the wrong place.

He opened his mouth wide.

What did he see.

A poor little ruined kitchen full of charcoal.

The situation was so tragic that Zhifan Shen was sober.

He turned back in bewilderment, his fingers shaking a bit, "This, is that what Meow did?"

Shuo Yan : "......"