A thimble quickly sipped silently in his heart.
Qiao Fengtian swallowed, not knowing how to answer.
Some of the compliments from others are roundabout, neutral, and clichés that can be humbly dismissed after hearing them. For example, you are very smart, or you are very knowledgeable; but the word "cute" is outside the order after all. It is too subjective. It is so subjective that it is slightly ambiguous. I can only see it, and when I say it, there is a sense of intentional chaos.
What's more, he is a man, short and thin, with flat chest and short hair.
Before touching Zheng Siqi's soy sauce vinegar, Qiao Fengtian lowered his head one by one to check the production date. Under the premise that Zheng Siqi repeatedly stressed that there would be no problem, and that he was about to pat his chest, Qiao Fengtian threw a bottle of expired seafood oyster sauce and a can of unopened bibimbap sauce.
"The speed of light slaps the face?" Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and said this, carefully picked a few coin-sized dried mushrooms, and threw them into the bowl neatly one by one.
"I... That's it, crossed it."
"Remember to collect it regularly in the future, don't settle, eat a bottle and buy a bottle." Qiao Fengtian turned his head, "Although this kind of thing can't be eaten, it's not good if it expires."
Zheng Siqi helped a little bit, soaking mushrooms and fungus was a job he took the initiative to do, and it had no technical content. He walked towards the water dispenser with the porcelain basin filled with water. Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and followed silently, putting his hands in the front pockets of his apron.
The apron is a cartoon, and the McDull mother is printed with pink toot. It was also chosen by Zheng Yu, and Zheng Siqi usually doesn't wear it at all.
Zheng Siqi bowed his waist to catch the water, and saw him stop, staring at the movements of his men while rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Zheng Siqi laughed helplessly for a while, "I really know this."
"You can pick it up." Qiao Fengtian pointed to the porcelain basin, "I'm watching, I'm afraid you'll burn it and waste it."
"You look at me nervous."
"I won't give you a grade, and I won't give you a good or bad rating. If you make a mistake, I won't give you a fail."
"To put it bluntly, you don't believe me." Zheng Siqi continued to laugh.
What Qiao Fengtian said was embarrassing, "I can't even cook ginger soup, I really can't believe it."
"Don't mention that." Zheng Siqi tilted his head and said "tsk", "No... Why don't you add half cold water and half hot water? It's better to control it at about 30 degrees."
"What else?" Qiao Fengtian tilted his head involuntarily and continued to ask.
"And... make sure that the dry goods are soaked and float on the water."
Qiao Fengtian laughed lightly, snapped his fingers crisply and said "bingo promotion", turned around and walked to the kitchen.
Zheng Siqi looked at the pink bow tied around his waist, and continued to play for more than ten seconds in place—he thought back to the fear of being asked by the teacher when he stood up a little.
It's just that the teacher back then was not as cute as Qiao Fengtian.
Due to the limited amount of ingredients, Qiao Fengtian had nowhere to use his craftsmanship. Following the principle of not wasting and not extravagant, he made the remaining quick-frozen dumplings and fried them in a frying pan. Apply a little olive oil and sprinkle half a bowl of white water on the noodles. When the lid is covered to remove the water, a layer of crisp golden brown can be formed on the bottom. After serving on the plate, sprinkle with a little chopped green onion.
Black sesame is not to be expected, or it looks better.
"Why don't you try one first, this is my first time doing it." Qiao Fengtian handed the chopsticks up.
"I can't let Zao'er see it, it will come after I smell it." Zheng Siqi glanced behind him, "Is that raw and fried dumplings counted?"
"We call it pot stickers, and the method is the same, but the dumplings are longer and narrower."
He stared at Zheng Siqi carefully, clipped the golden one on the edge, and hung it on the chopsticks like a full golden ingot.
Qiao Fengtian was naturally nervous. This tension was on and off, and it was hidden in his heart. The reason for his appearance was just because the person opposite was Zheng Siqi. Qiao Fengtian stared at the dumpling that was held to the other's mouth, and the other side gently bit off a golden crispy corner. The inconspicuous upward provocation arc, when sipping, also seems to have a faint smile.
"How about it?"
Zheng Siqi swallowed something in his mouth, "You can."
Qiao Fengtian pushed the plate, with small movements, crisp sounds, and a slight embarrassment to cover up, layer by layer, "I..."
"You have the power to turn corruption into magic."
Turning rotten... into magic? Bring things back to life in their dying form. The matter between the cooks and the cooks was said to be raised to a higher level, like raising it to the level of literary appreciation, so that this evaluation seemed too benign and too high, Qiao Fengtian felt it exceeded and could not stand it.
"You're exaggerating." He pushed the plate crampedly again, until the plate reached the edge of the tile and couldn't go any further, "Cooking, that's all, you have to know a little about good old things. You have to do it well."
Zheng Siqi was also very curious, "Did you learn these things yourself? I have never been able to learn them."
"It doesn't count, learn from my grandma, listen and read often." Qiao Fengtian smiled and brushed his bangs, "This kind of thing, the most important thing is to think about who you are for. Do."
"For whom?"
"It's okay for anyone, as long as you think it's worth it, it's worth touching these bottles, it's worth your effort to make him well, put it in front of him, and take a bite, it doesn't matter if you say it's good, it's not about faith. Come on." Qiao Fengtian paused, "It's a rush and thought."
Zheng Siqi looked at him, "Then you..."
"my brother."
Qiao Fengtian's hand stopped, "I'm for my brother, he was going to school at that time, he was going to the town by bicycle, and he had to bring food. I thought that he had to eat well, and he had to eat better than him. Hello, classmates, I can't let him open the lid of the lunch box and feel uncomfortable, he has to laugh, he wants to move his chopsticks, it's as simple as that, such a thought."
think.
Zheng Siqi chewed this word in his heart. This feeling is really pure and clear, it feels light and transparent like a drop of water, it melts when it falls into the pool, and it never ends.
Qiao Fengtian fried a plate of fried dumplings, and the mushrooms and fungus were about to fry the tenderloin. Before they came out of the pot, they found a sharp red pepper that had shriveled. The remaining spinach was used to make soup, but I always thought that the ingredients were not enough, so I added egg drop, and thinly sliced glutinous rice. Zheng Siqi put it on the table and thought it was very decent, only then did he think it was a real home-cooked meal.
It seems that there is something that can be swollen and full at once.
Zheng Yu ran around impatiently, took her own rice spoon and rice bowl from the self-sterilizing cupboard, held it up for Qiao Fengtian to help him, and sat next to Qiao Fengtian on the dining table. Qiao Fengtian complied one by one, and hugged her onto the chair, Zheng Yu took advantage of the situation and hooked his neck, staggering forward without being restrained.
The golden crispy noodles of the fried dumplings were connected into a whole piece. Zheng Yu folded his chopsticks together, and it was difficult to pick things up. Qiao Fengtian helped to separate them one by one, picking out the crispy and not burnt dumplings and handing them over. into her round powder bowl.
Zheng Yu pointed to the cut hole, "There's one less."
"I'm eating." Qiao Fengtian pushed the bowl to Zheng Yu's mouth, pulled her sleeves out a little and pulled them up, "It's better to hold the chopsticks a little higher."
"Is that so?" Zheng Yubi showed him.
Qiao Fengtian smiled, "This is fried dough sticks. Lower, here." He used his index finger to compare the print on the chopsticks to about two centimeters below, "The middle finger is placed here, don't buckle it."
Zheng Yu was accustomed to using spoons, so he didn't use chopsticks at first, his hand didn't seem to be catching two wooden sticks, but rather like holding two swimming fish, twisting in his palm uninstructed. Zheng Yu raised his eyebrows, as if he was trying harder.
"Is that so?" The tip of the chopsticks loosely rested on the tiger's mouth, and it buckled unsteadily.
"Thumb down, don't let it move around." Qiao Fengtian went around her back, half circled around her small body, stretched out the upper half of her soft hand, and took her to hold the wooden chopsticks together, stretched out his hand Handed it to the plate, "Follow me."
The warm air from Qiao Fengtian's words swept across his earlobe, Zheng Yuwo sat in Qiao Fengtian's arms and giggled, as if he was playing some interesting little game. The eyes of the goldfish that were bait brightened. Zheng Siqi sat across from the dining table, put a piece of fungus into his mouth, and hung his forehead to look at Qiao Fengtian, who was patient and serious, and smiled.
Hearing his smile, Qiao Fengtian looked up at him, "You don't teach?"
"Let it be."
Qiao Fengtian shook his head imperceptibly, as if he did not agree and was helpless. Without saying much, he continued his private lesson, bowing his head and carefully teaching Zheng Yu to use chopsticks from the smallest details.
Zheng Siqi likes Qiao Fengtian's gentleness and meticulousness very much. He moistens things silently all the time, and does not change because of his biased mood. Looking at the past like this now, how can it be seen that he is actually in a low mood, he is dull and depressed, he has a home, and he can't go back for the time being. Zheng Siqi also felt sorry for his mellow personality, but he couldn't reach out to take off his mask, he could only cooperate with him to ignore and forget.
This intention is not groundless, nor is it inexplicable, but it is inappropriate and inappropriate. Now that you have realized it, you must see it clearly, store it well, and don't make any mistakes.
After filling his stomach, Zheng Yu lacked a weekly diary, and was driven to the small study by Zheng Siqi; Qiao Fengtian wanted to leave, but was also stopped by Zheng Siqi.
"I won't stop you when you go home." Zheng Siqi stood at the entrance, "If you want to go for a walk on the street, you can't do it, you can't go."
"I don't walk."
"Then go, I'll take you home."
Qiao Fengtian hurriedly shook his head again, "No, not for the time being."
"Then stay in my study, I'll make you coffee, and wait for something to show you."
Without waiting for the other party to answer, Zheng Siqi walked to the kitchen, Qiao Fengtian turned around and called him, "Hey my—"
"Is it okay to hang ear coffee?" Zheng Siqi stopped and asked, as if he was not allowed to refuse.
After a pause, Qiao Fengtian slackened his shoulders and shook his head, walked out of the entrance and returned to the living room, "If you don't drink coffee, you won't be able to sleep."
"Then black tea, or green tea?"
Qiao Fengtian still shook his head, "I can't sleep either."
"Then hot milk?" Zheng Siqi was obsessed with what to make a cup of.
Qiao Fengtian was afraid that he would ask another question about the orange juice and plum soup, so he nodded and said, "Hot milk is fine."
Zheng Siqi's study is not small, the lights are not turned on, it is half full of miscellaneous things, and there is a small pink bicycle of Zheng Yu behind the door. On a desk in the east corner is a Macbook that is waiting for the machine. The mug on the side is dark maroon, with a frosted texture. It fills half a glass of water cleanly, and a small tea bag is hanging.
Qiao Fengtian stroked all the way along the smooth eaves of the table, and saw that behind the desk was a black chair with a mesh surface. On the back of the chair was a light gray corduroy shirt with ginger-yellow wooden round buttons. Qiao Fengtian saw that the folds were not neat and could press out the mark, so he naturally reached out and took it over and brushed it.
As soon as he brushed it off, he unintentionally brushed off the smell of Zheng Siqi's body. This is what he wears, it's close to the body.
Not only the clothes, but the room itself has the smell of Zheng Siqi. I don’t know if it’s because the other party always stays here and works on the keyboard. This room has a temperament, is modest and tolerant, and fits closely with him. . Qiao Fengtian suddenly wanted to sniff at his collar, and frowned in surprise at the absurdity of his thoughts.
Without the lights on, it was too dim and ambiguous, so it was easy for the brain to heat up and be impulsive.
Qiao Fengtian's palms were hot, he stuck his forehead, turned to press the wall lamp beside the door, and clutched the stiff cuffs of his shirt.
Zheng Siqi also turned the corner without warning, almost too late to hide, so he could only subconsciously lift the left hand of the high-end cup, not to burn him, but also to use the rest of his chest to protect his forehead.
"Are you all right?"
Qiao Fengtian was stunned for a moment, raised his hand against his chest, "I wanted to turn on the light... I didn't pay attention."
Zheng Siqi breathed and spoke, his chest was obviously ups and downs, rising and falling under Qiao Fengtian's palm, evenly and gently. The last word comes out with a slight vibration. When Qiao Fengtian retracted his hand, he felt that the palm of his hand was even hotter, as if the temperature could not be removed.
"What are you doing in such a hurry?" Zheng Siqi chuckled, "I don't even look at the road."
Thinking of what was in his hand, Qiao Fengtian unconsciously let go of his hand holding his shirt, as if to avoid it. The shirt lay down, turned into a lead-colored puddle, and crawled on the ground beside his feet. It looked soft, sensational, ambiguous, and messy.