Salted Fish Doesn’t Want To Work Hard Anymore

Chapter 32

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After all, Fang Lin didn't intend to force himself, and didn't make it too complicated. He made a simple sukiyaki pot, but because he couldn't find sake, he finally told Duan Changke a bunch of requirements, and then the other party picked out one from the wine cabinet that was said to taste the best. It is similar to replace sake and pour it in, because of this little wine, the small hot pot, which was originally mediocre, just gave him a Michelin price.

No matter what, it was much better than the magical combination of Chinese and Western dishes. Fang Lin pulled Duan Changke to the table, but he couldn't sit down for some obvious reasons, and finally had to stand beside Duan Changke to eat. It looks funny and bleak, like a silent accusation.

In front of Duan Changke was the bubbling and sweet hot pot. Looking up, she was tormented by herself and could only stand and eat, my little lover. It was rare to feel as full as the bowl of noodles before. Fang Lin always seems to be very good at creating the vitality he said. When doing these things, he is completely relaxed, and the reality is within reach.

The capitalist suddenly felt that he was a little too much.

Fang Lin didn't know what he was thinking, after all, he was quite tired just now, and he didn't mean to serve the benefactor when eating, and happily ate meat by himself. The beef is soaked in wine, vegetables and onions are sweet, and it falls into the stomach with aroma.

Greedy and greedy, but he didn't eat much, he threw the bowls and chopsticks on the table and said, "I don't want to wash it anymore, wait for auntie to clean it up, okay?"

Duan Changke looked at him: "I thought you were going to make it round all the time."

"Where is it, I hate washing dishes the most," Fang Lin rubbed his buttocks, "Isn't it embarrassing because I didn't do things last time?"

"When will you learn this?" Duan Changke asked casually.

"It's quite early, and I'm actually interested in it, but I don't like tidying up," Fang Lin said, "At that time, my grandmother made an appointment with me three times, saying that she would help me wash the dishes, and I could do whatever I wanted.

"Actually, I don't have any talent, it's just that I have a long time, and my grandma eats everything I do, and she is very happy. Even if I fail, she can laugh and praise me, saying that it is because my ideas are different from the recipes. So I dared to do anything at that time, and the more I failed, the more proficient I would become, and I gradually developed the habit, and in fact, cooking is quite a sense of accomplishment, and I don’t have to clean up.”

There is a kind of food steaming between the two, which is suitable for conversation and narrative life aroma.

Duan Changke always felt that Fang Lin was the most real at this time.

"And then?" he asked.

"You probably guessed it later." Fang Lin said it easily, he was just answering Duan Changke's question, not trying to open his own wound to gain sympathy.

"I made it and no one ate it. Grandma will be suspicious, thinking that someone made those things to harm me, and she will throw them away regardless of my stop." He said, laughing again when he thought of something, "But even so , she also kept thinking about me, sneaking to the kitchen to wash the dishes during her short waking hours, and even if it was cleaned up, she had to wash it over and over again."

"Later, I really didn't have time to take care of her every day. If I didn't work, I couldn't pay for the treatment and nursing expenses, so I wouldn't cook anymore," Fang Lin said, "I'm the only one in her world, and I can't let her Have a bad day."

After he finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then leaned against the dining table and smiled at Duan Changke: "But I haven't cooked much in the past few years, so fortunately I haven't regressed much."

"Yes." Duan Changke put down his chopsticks and said to him, "Then we can do more in the future."

Fang Lin wanted to say, but he didn't know when Duan Changke would be there, after all, it was meaningless to be alone.

But he also has self-knowledge, it's okay for Duan Changke to accompany him once or twice, after all, he has not been obliged to his mind all the time.

He didn't say anything, but heard Duan Changke call his name.

The other party had already stood up, and Fang Lin changed from looking down at him to looking up.

"Don't be too cautious, and don't think too much." Duan Changke grabbed his hair when passing him, "Just call me when you want to make trouble."

"But..." Fang Lin still hesitated in his tone.

But Duan Changke seemed to see through his hesitation: "Fang Lin."

"If I can't get away when you contact me," Duan Changke seemed to be thinking about how to speak more clearly, "It just means that I'm busy for the time being, and it's not a reason to refuse you because I'm busy."

"Can you understand?"

Duan Changke suddenly pointed out that Fang Lin was a little surprised, but more of it was the surprise after the accident, and the bewilderment after being seen through.

He had known for a long time that Duan Changke was very shrewd, and his experience and knowledge were also higher than his own. As long as he showed a little sign, he would not be able to deceive him.

Fang Lin bit his lip, but he was not unhappy: "I understand."

He still wanted to refute something, and said: "I... I do have concerns about this, so I haven't been in frequent contact."

"But it's not because of you." Fang Lin raised his head and looked at him, "I just... just..."

He didn't say it.

"Fang Lin." Duan Changke called him again, "What kind of relationship do you think I have with you now?"

Fang Lin felt that Duan Changke was very bad, and always asked him questions to answer.

You really deserve to be an old fox in the mall.

Duan Changke asked this question a long time ago. At that time, Fang Lin was still very nervous and pretended to be indifferent. Now that I think about it, he probably acted very poorly.

He said frankly and truthfully: "It is you who support my relationship."

Duan Changke didn't raise any objection to this answer, so Fang Lin continued to add: "It's probably the relationship between the owner and the salted fish."

It was probably because it was a novelty to say that foster care was the owner. Duan Changke thought of something and asked, "So you mean, I am your owner?"

After all, he had been standing and eating all the time before, and Fang Lin felt his legs were a little sore, so he went to the sofa and wanted to sit down, but because the chrysanthemum was still hurting, he could only choose to lie on the sofa with his whole body in a lazy posture like spreading pancakes. Point salted fish meaning.

Duan Changke looked at him, in fact, Fang Lin was much more relaxed than before, not as tense as before.

He went over and brushed Xianyu's hair—Duan Changke seemed to like to touch his hair all the time, because Fang Lin didn't mind, so sometimes these small movements almost became a habit for him.

"Yes," Fang Lin catered to Duan Changke's touch, squinting his eyes and replied, "Anyway, I'm also yours now."

He heard a light laugh, Duan Changke put down his hand and said, "So conscious."

"That's right, I'm trustworthy and well-educated." Fang Lin rubbed his nose, "Boss Duan, remember to give me a high score next time you evaluate the performance of employees."

He cleared his throat, coughed, and briskly turned the question back to before entering the door: "Remember I said Dabie Yeha."

Duan Changke couldn't laugh or cry when he interrupted him like this, but this time he finally used some strength and scratched Fang Lin's hair.

"Come on," he said, "you're mine and you're not mine."

His words were a bit of a mouthful: "But no matter who you belong to, remember that you are free. Got it?"

There is no need to feel uncomfortable or bored because of an unimportant rejection. The meaning of Duan Changke's words is obvious. He feels that his little lover should also be free on some levels.

It seemed to be answering Fang Lin's failure to speak at the end.

Fang Lin's heart suddenly warmed up, and this time he said seriously, "Got it".

In fact, there is still no question.

For example, if it comes to feeding, then there is probably a state word corresponding to it.

One of them is called "Being Tamed".

Since Duan Changke said that he is raising him, as long as he still relies on him, it seems that he will be tamed one day.

Although Duan Changke said that he is free.

Fang Lin was a little confused. He was laying on the sofa thinking about it. Duan Changke, who had been having a warm conversation with him, suddenly patted him and handed him a mobile phone: "But your phone seems to have been ringing for a long time just now, why don't you answer one?"

After being reminded by him, Fang Lin suddenly remembered that the two of them were too involved before, so he set the phone to silent, and then he was busy eating and forgot to turn it on...

He picked it up immediately, and there was a row of missed calls from Xia Qi and Tao Le.

The latest unread message is Xia Qi, who wrote "The hot search has been hanging up for almost half a day. It's fine if you don't reply to the message. Watch less conspiracy theories and sleep more. Don't think so much."

It was only then that Fang Lin remembered that it seemed that tonight was the official announcement that he and Meng Jinyu would be on a variety show together.