Glancing at the empty bathroom, he breathed a sigh of relief and opened the restaurant door again.
A rough male voice suddenly appeared in the quiet space: "The first step is to use a rolling pin or the back of a kitchen knife to stun the fish..."
In the second step, a bloody carp jumped to the little master's feet.
The young master froze and stared at the fish with big eyes. The little star came out of the kitchen sweating profusely with a knife in hand. He hurried into the bathroom with a bloody hand, took a washbasin, and pressed the fish button on it. live.
Young Master: "...what are you doing?"
The little star slumped on the floor and panted, "Suffocate it to death."
Young Master: "???"
The little star didn't hesitate when he bought fish. Those fish were swimming in the tank crowded, with shiny black skin, and they were not easy to mess with. But in his memory, he must be a fish when he encounters happy things.
My father got paid and the family made fish. Mother bought new clothes and made fish at home. I did well in the final exam and I made fish at home. Not to mention the festivals, there must be a big braised carp on the table, as if having a fish can bring good luck.
Later, I saw that everyone was turning koi on the Internet, and I felt that their family's tradition of eating fish was really justified. Of course, forwarding it is not as useful as eating it in the stomach.
He stood at the mouth of the water tank and looked at it, constantly doing psychological construction. The fish was killed by a fish seller, and he just had to go back and cook it according to the video.
The little star watched the fish seller take a picture of the fish and put it in a bag. Who would have thought that when he came back and put it in the basin to scrape the scales, the fish jumped on his face by surprise, and then jumped on the floor slippery. Can't catch it.
The young master wanted to say that you didn't know how to cook, so he took a look at the messy cabbage and potatoes on the kitchen cutting board, and swallowed the words back.
The little star also felt ashamed, the big man in his twenties couldn't even handle a carp.
He said: "You rest for a while, I will study how to cook."
The young master was pushed by him to sit on the sofa with his elbow, and then watched him pick up the kitchen knife and return to the kitchen aggressively. He didn't return to his senses for a long time.
The little star seemed to be on the fish rod, and there was a constant sound of slapping the fish in the kitchen. The young master thought indistinctly that the fish must be very painful when it died.
When there was finally no sound, he secretly opened the door, and saw the little star grabbed the fish tail and threw it into the boiling pot, with a strange light in his eyes.
He wanted to go in to help, but was pushed out by the little star again: "You sit, no one is allowed to rob me of this meal tonight."
The young master looked at a loss, unable to figure out how the little star who died a few days ago and did not cook suddenly fell in love with the kitchen today.
Until he heard the sound of chopping boards in the kitchen again, accompanied by the little star to encourage himself: "Cheng Qi, I'm going to fuck you with a big potato!"
"Chen Zixu, I think your acting is like a fucking head!"
Young Master: "..."
Cheng Qi knew that he was the ex-boyfriend of the starlet, the financial proponent of the uproar posted on the Internet, but none of the netizens photographed his face, or he was forced to delete it after taking it.
Chen Zixu was a little familiar to him. He googled it on his mobile phone. He was an actor, and he casually clicked on a cut of a costume drama.
After reading it in five minutes, I thought, Little Star was right.
11.
This dinner Little Star tossed for almost three hours.
Potato shredded potato chips and potato nuggets are in the same house for three generations. Next door is the crime scene of cold tomatoes. The scrambled eggs with chives on the plate are still watching, and in the middle is a pot of red carp that is burning red, staring at the direction of the kitchen. .
The little star found the chopsticks and handed them to the young master. He was a little awkward. He wanted to say something to celebrate, but he felt hypocritical when he came to his mouth, and finally spit out a sentence: "Eat it quickly, it's going to be cold."
The young master looked at this table and said it was impossible not to be moved. Although the appearance was not very good, maybe it tasted unexpectedly good
The fish that picked up a chopstick was chewed in his mouth by the star's expectant eyes, then he ate a piece of fried potato, and finally hesitantly reached out to the sugar mixed with tomatoes.
Little Star: "How's it going?"
The young master choked out: "Da Baoer, you are working too hard to cook. Don't worry, I will work hard to earn money to support you outside. We will hire an auntie..."
Little Star: "… "
Who is Dabaoer, who is Dabaoer.
Stretching out his chopsticks expressionlessly and eating a piece of fish, the little star was also moved: "When will Da Bao'er get the happiness of having an aunt again?"
The young master said sincerely: "Give me a year, and I will let you live the life of a lady."
Little Star: "… "
It's nice to be able to dream.
The little star has no appetite to eat anymore. Watching the young master try to put food in his mouth, he is appalling: "Why not."
The young master shook his head: "No, it's your first time to cook, you have to finish it, and then I will have the strength to earn money."
Little Star: "...what else are you doing?"
The young master put down the bowl and asked him to borrow a computer. The little star sat over curiously and watched him enter his ID and password on a website.
The young master cautiously covered his ID: "You are not allowed to peek."
The little star was happy: "Why can't you watch it?"
He had seen what literary website the page was, and was a little surprised: "You still write?"
Young Master: "When I was in college, I didn't have to write a little bit, and there is a lot of extra money to vote for some travel tips for the official account."
Seeing that Xiao Xing was still staring at the website page to read the bizarre and somewhat shameful novel titles, he had to explain again: "It's not what you think... It's because there are some old manuscripts in the manuscript box, I see if I can change it. Change it out and use it.”
Little Star: "Huh? What do I think?"
The young master raised his voice: "Anyway, I haven't written anything messy."
- It seems to have been written.
When the young master went out to work again, the little star finally had something he wanted to do.
There were no traces left on the webpage, Xiao Xing thought about it, and casually tried the little young master's real name - Bai Ye in the search bar of that website.
I was shocked when the results were displayed.
It turns out that some people actually use their real names as pseudonyms.
There is only one article open to the outside world, and the number of words is not large. It is full of scattered sentences and short stories. The date of the opening of the article is shown three years ago.
When the young master came back from get off work, he saw the little star laughing on the rolling bed with his mobile phone in his arms. When he saw him come in, his eyes immediately darkened.
The young master felt a sudden shock in his heart, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with the little star. He looked at the mirror and checked his clothes. When he looked up, the little star still had that philosophical expression.
"What's wrong with me?" he asked tentatively.
Little Star: "No no no."
The young master glanced at him again, making sure there was nothing wrong, and then turned on the computer and typed on the keyboard. The little star didn't say anything, just sat on the sofa with a book and looked at it speciously.
As soon as he walked over, the young master hurriedly closed the document and glared at him. The little star teased him like a cat, and the young master was like hiding from a mouse.
After a few days of teasing, the young master didn't ask, he couldn't hold back himself and wanted to play other things.
The cooking at home was still taken over by the young master. Although there were still no complicated dishes, at least a few green vegetables fried in a week would be a bit delicious.
The little star leaned behind the little young master and whispered close to his ear: "Ye'er, I love you like the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in this kitchen. Without you, the world would be nothing."
The young master shook his hand, and the chopsticks fell into the pot.
He pretended to be calm and picked up the chopsticks, then turned his back to him and placed the dishes on a plate.
The little star is not finished yet, and the energy of acting and directing:
"I am willing to go to the kitchen for you, wash your hands and make soup for you, and taste the ups and downs of the world for you."
He ran to the door of the kitchen and held on to the door frame, deep:
"No need baby, you are the most precious dish in my life."
After talking, he couldn't laugh while covering his stomach, but when he saw the young master turning around slowly, his eyes were all red.
The little star was surprised: "What's the matter?"
The little young master had tears rolling in his eyes, sniffing hard, trying to hold back his tears, but ignored him.
The little star panicked and wanted to slap himself twice: "I was wrong, don't cry, it's my mouth, I shouldn't peek at your book."
The young master shook his head, raised his face and wiped away his tears: "I didn't want to cry, my mother is dead."
The little star was heartbroken by his pitiful appearance: "I won't say anything in the future, don't cry."
The young master put the dish on the table, lowered his head and said, "There's nothing I can't say. At that time, I was in love, and I didn't have any brains. I knew how to write messy things all day long, and some sentences were not written by me."
The little star reacted instantly: "That Phoenix man?"
The little master nodded.
He unintentionally recognized his sexuality in high school, but the boys around him were talking about the long legs and big breasts of the girls in the class, so he kept silent in his heart.
At that time, the Internet was not as developed as it is now. The high school was a boarding school. The young master was a good boy. He didn’t bring his mobile phone to school, and he didn’t skip classes to go to Internet cafes.
The year he met Cheng Qi, he had just been in college, so he mustered up the courage to go clubbing with his classmates. The classmates were busy looking for girls to talk to him. He sat alone in the corner until Cheng Qi came over and put a glass of oatmeal in front of him. Knowing the name of the wine, he asked in a low voice, "Are you too?"
That night, it was Cheng Qi who helped him open the door to homosexuality and let him know that it is true that men like men and there are a lot of them. Cheng Qi is like an omniscient god. He is tall and good-looking. live worship.
Later, even if I found out that this boyfriend was poor and stingy, the young master willingly paid for it—