Dinner was hot pot.
Aunt Chen cleaned the living room in advance, put the induction cooker and the mandarin duck pot in the living room, washed the vegetables, and put them aside in a small basket.
Originally, Zhuang Yan wanted Aunt Chen to stay and eat together, but Aunt Chen was in a hurry to go back to take care of her little grandson, help them clean and put away the ingredients for the hot pot, and then left in a hurry.
When Zhuang Yan came home, he turned a corner and went to the vegetable market to buy fresh beef and mutton. He was afraid that the meat would be too strong, so he bought it specially.
Then I bought goose intestines, hairy belly and beef louver according to Shainin's taste.
Zhuang Yan avoided these internal organs for fear of being unclean, but Xie Ning liked them quite a lot.
If it wasn't for Zhuang Yan who couldn't accept it, Xie Ning would still want to buy some pig brains back.
"Actually, the authentic Sichuan hot pot doesn't put meat, just rinse the internal organs such as yellow throat and hairy belly." Xie Ning watched Zhuang Yan put the hot pot ingredients into the boiling water, and couldn't help licking his lips, "Put beef and mutton. It's a hot pot habit in the north."
Zhuang Yan smiled: "I don't care about that, although we eat Sichuan hot pot, but now people in the north have to follow the local customs."
Xie Ning also smiled when he said: "I am also a northerner, how can I say that I follow the customs of the countryside."
Zhuang Yan: "I just remembered when you said that. You lived in the south when you were a child, and the taste of rinsing yellow throat hairy belly was also developed at that time?"
Xie Ning shook his head: "I live in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, which is quite a distance from Sichuan."
Zhuang Yan was curious: "How do you eat hot pot in Jiangsu and Zhejiang?"
Xie Ning recalled: "Eat everything, beef and mutton, yellow-throated hairy belly, and seafood... It's like a hodgepodge, everything can be boiled in it."
Zhuang Yan's heart moved, and he wanted to turn the topic to Xie Ning's experience in the south to see if he could ask something.
But Xie Ning seemed very reluctant to bring up the matter at that time, and diverted the topic several times.
"The red soup seems to be boiling." Xie Ning stared at the bottom of the boiling pot, "It's time to cook the meat."
Zhuang Yan stood up and smiled: "No hurry."
Xie Ning wondered: "What's wrong?"
Zhuang Yan asked him back, "Do you know what the essence of hot pot is?"
Xie Ning thought for a while, then hesitantly replied: "Spicy enough?"
"No." Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows, "The essence of hot pot is the bottom of the pot and the dipping sauce."
He walked behind Xie Ning, pressed it on his shoulder, and said quickly, "You can rinse your favorite food first, and I'll make some sauces for you."
Since we eat Sichuan-style hot pot, the dipping sauce is naturally sesame oil and garlic paste. The seasonings at home are not as many as those in hot pot restaurants, so dry dishes are naturally impossible to make.
Zhuang Yan flipped over and added some chopped green onion and vinegar. Xie Ning didn't like coriander, so he didn't add it, and finally added a little sugar to make it fresh.
When he finished adjusting, he turned around and found that Xie Ning had followed him to the kitchen at some point.
Zhuang Yan looked at him calmly: "What? Come to steal the teacher."
Xie Ning was dumbfounded: "If you make a sauce, is it also called a stealing teacher?"
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Of course, the sauce I prepared can be different from those outside, and it is guaranteed to be delicious."
Xie Ning looked at the small saucer in his hand and didn't see any difference for a while.
Zhuang Yan put the dish on the table, washed the handle, and wiped off the water stains on the handle with a clean cloth.
"What? Don't believe it?"
Xie Ning was vigilant and was about to shake his head.
However, before he could say "no", Zhuang Yan quickly took some dipping sauce with his fingertips and sent it to Xie Ning's mouth to taste.
Xie Ning: "..."
The lips were cold at first, and then the fragrance of the dipping sauce spread out, and Xie Ning subconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it.
Zhuang Yan's fingertips rubbed against his lips, pressed it incessantly, and swept the fingertips away with a soft feeling.
His eyes darkened, and somewhere in his heart itched like a finger.
Xie Ning was also stunned, his eyes wandering around.
Zhuang Yan's hand didn't let go, as if to outline his lips, he touched his lips and asked, "Is it delicious?"
He clearly asked about the dipping sauce, but Xie Ning was inexplicably cranky, feeling that he meant something.
The word "delicious" stuck in his throat, so shy he couldn't spit it out.
There was a little smile in Zhuang Yan's eyes: "What about you, is it delicious?"
Xie Ning's whole face was even redder than the spicy soup in the living room hot pot, and after a long while he squeezed out two words: "... delicious."
Hearing this, Zhuang Yan quickly lowered his head and licked his lips, and said, "It's really delicious."
"..." Xie Ning was caught off guard by Zhuang Yan's two consecutive hits without a gap, his mind went blank for a moment, he stood there for a long time, moved his lips, but couldn't say a word.
He asked himself, why on earth did he follow Zhuang Yan to the kitchen!
Haven't suffered enough losses before
Haven't the lessons learned before been hard enough
And Zhuang Yan…
Xie Ning recalled the one-touch kiss just now, and the heat rose again.
He even thought to himself a little bit, just kiss if you love it, he's used to it anyway.
… something seems wrong.
Zhuang Yan smiled lowly and washed his freshly washed hands again: "Let's go, let's be stuffy in the kitchen again, the water outside is almost dry."
Xie Ning glanced at him faintly, walked out slowly, and couldn't help thinking in his heart: Who is to blame!
The heat of the hot pot filled the air. Zhuang Yan was afraid that Xie Ning would explode with heat just now, so he walked over and turned off the air conditioner in the living room.
When he came back, Xie Ning sat at the table hesitantly and asked, "Why only one bowl of sauce?"
Zhuang Yan sat down next to Xie Ning, heard the corners of his lips lightly raised, and imitated his tone and said, "We share a bowl."
Share a bowl…
Xie Ning's ears turned red again.
Zhuang Yan lowered his head and chuckled, and put the vegetables in the clear soup pot.
He knew how long beef and mutton slices would take, but he didn't know much about yellow-throated hairy belly. Seeing Xie Ning's uncomfortable appearance, he just used this to change the subject.
"Goose intestines can be eaten after a few rinses. How long does it take for the hairy belly?"
Xie Ning was stunned for a moment: "A minute or so, seven ups and downs."
Zhuang Yan picked up a piece of hairy belly and put it into the pot: "I remember when you said that."
He mentioned it seven times and dipped it in the boiling red soup eight times. After confirming that the hairy belly was cooked and not too hard, he dipped it in some sauce and put it on Xie Ning's plate.
Xie Ning blinked: "You don't eat?"
"I don't like to eat these." Zhuang Yan gave him goose intestines for more than ten seconds. "Tsk, this is the first time I have personally served someone like this. My mother didn't treat him like this."
Xie Ning said quickly, "I can do it myself."
Zhuang Yan narrowed his eyes: "It's the first time I've done this, I'm not very skilled, and I've been disgusted with my feelings."
How dare Xie Ning dislike him, blushing frantically shaking his head: "No no."
As he spoke, he cooked two pieces of mutton for Zhuang Yan in the same way.
After feeding, I felt something was wrong.
When did they eat a hot pot so sticky!
Authentic Sichuan hot pot is not ordinary spicy, Xie Ning was so hot that he was gasping for breath, but it was too cool.
Zhuang Yan brought him a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator: "it's not suitable to drink milk at this time, so I'll let it go."
Xie Ning took a sip, and the cold liquid rolled down his throat, making his whole body comfortable.
After a hot pot meal, Xie Ning felt a little stretched and felt that his stomach was bulging.
He also wanted to help clean up the tableware, but was stopped by Zhuang Yan.
"What are you rushing to do with Aunt Chen's work?" Zhuang Yan laughed, "Why don't you rush to paint when you have inspiration today?"
Xie Ning hesitated for a while, and saw that Zhuang Yan just put things in the sink, and opened the window to disperse the smell of the living room, and did not intend to wash the dishes by himself.
Then he was rushed upstairs by Zhuang Yan: "It's a little cold after the ventilation, go up and stay."
When Xie Ning went to the studio to stay, Zhuang Yan suppressed the smile on his face and found a quiet corner to contact Ji Wenbin.
"Contact me specially, is there anything you want to consult?"
Zhuang Yan asked, "Doctor Ji, do you know emotional apathy?"
"I know." Ji Wenbin responded, then paused for a few seconds and asked, "Do you suspect that Xie Ning suffers from emotional apathy?"
Zhuang Yan did not speak.
Ji Wenbin thought for a while and asked, "What caused you to have this suspicion?"
Zhuang Yan didn't mention Yan Xi and the last psychologist, but said: "Many of his performances are in line with the symptoms of emotional apathy."
"for example?"
Zhuang Yan thought for a while and replied, "For example, he is very indifferent in dealing with people, never caring about the evaluation of outsiders, and his ability to empathize is very poor."
Of course, there are also many inconsistencies. For example, he doesn't think that Shaining can't experience feelings.
When he asked Xie Ning if he liked him that day, Xie Ning definitely said he did.
Zhuang Yan didn't think he was lying.
Ji Wenbin seemed to laugh, and then said sternly: "Mr. Zhuang, there is one thing I hope you can understand, people's psychological problems are not simply 1+1=2, psychological evaluation and diagnosis is a very complicated and prudent thing. , even if Shainin has a variety of matching symptoms, it does not mean that he must have apathy."
Zhuang Yan asked calmly, "That is to say, Dr. Ji didn't think he was suffering from emotional apathy, did he?"
Ji Wenbin thought for a moment, then said, "I can't make this judgment based on the information I know now."
Zhuang Yan was not very satisfied with his answer and asked, "Last time you said that Xie Ning should have received psychotherapy before."
Ji Wenbin: "I do have such a guess."
Zhuang Yan was silent for a few seconds before saying, "What if I said, this is the diagnosis made by Xie Ning's last psychologist?"
The other end of the phone seemed stunned.
Then I remembered the rustling sound of rustling, as if Ji Wenbin was taking notes.
"I don't know how the other party came to this conclusion." Ji Wenbin's gentle voice was rarely mixed with doubts, "but I will use it as a reference."
Zhuang Yan asked: "That is to say... You don't agree with his diagnosis now?"
Ji Wenbin just said: "The consistency of the diagnosis of psychological problems has always been very low, because it does not have an objective diagnostic standard, and the performance of the same patient at different times is not exactly the same."
Zhuang Yan: "So it is."
Ji Wenbin laughed: "For us, diagnosis is not the purpose, treatment is our purpose."
Ji Wenbin is indeed a very good psychiatrist. He speaks neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, and his voice is always gentle and calm.
After chatting with him for a while, Zhuang Yan's irritable mood dissipated a lot, and he also mentioned Xie Ning's situation a little bit.
Ji Wenbin gave several suggestions responsibly.
Before ending the call, Zhuang Yan remembered Xie Ning's fear of heights during the day and couldn't help but describe it again.
Ji Wenbin's voice became a little louder: "Wait."
Zhuang Yan: "What?"
Ji Wenbin asked, "You mean, he has acrophobia, right?"
"Yes."
Ji Wenbin thought for a while, and then asked, "How did he answer you when you asked him how he would feel when he looked down?"
Zhuang Yan recalled: "He said: I feel like I will jump."
Ji Wenbin asked, "Are you sure you remember correctly?"
Zhuang Yan flashed the images at that time repeatedly in his mind, and affirmed: "There is not a single word wrong."
Ji Wenbin was silent again.
Zhuang Yan lowered his voice unconsciously: "Is there any problem?"
At that time, he also felt that something was wrong, but his thoughts were interrupted, and he would think about it again and again, and suddenly opened his eyes.
Ji Wenbin asked back, "Why did you jump down instead of falling?"
Zhuang Yan's hand clenched tightly on the phone.
"what do you mean… "
"Most people with acrophobia are afraid that they will fall when they are in a high place. This is normal. But jumping down is a very active action."
Ji Wenbin said: "Although it is a bit arbitrary to say this, I suspect that he has or has had suicidal tendencies."
The author has something to say: Zhuang Zhuang: I think this chapter is actually very sweet, of course Ningning is even sweeter.
Ning Ning: ... (succumbed to a double kill)
The plot of the previous chapter has been changed, please refer to the words of the previous chapter for details~
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