He Qing was happy at first, because he felt like a happy bird flying lightly after being caught by his uncle's words. Of course, his heavy ankle soon made him unable to fly.
Standing downstairs in the bedroom, looking at the long, long stairs, He Qing fell into deep thought.
"Qing, what are you doing, why are you lifting your feet?"
The boss's voice came from behind, He Qing's eyes lit up, and he turned around quickly, staring at him with shining eyes, "Brother, do me a favor!"
Ten minutes later, the brothers in the dormitory were playing games, and they were all shocked when they saw He Qing being helped in limping.
"What's the matter? Was he beaten?"
Another roommate also came up with concern, looked at the white gauze on the boy's slender ankle, and guessed, "Could it be that the girl you like this time has a boyfriend?"
"No."
Seeing that he had finally reached his territory, the boy sat down on the edge of the bed, hugged his tortured ankle and grinned.
"Going for a run in the morning, I sprained my foot."
"So miserable?"
After the brothers in the dormitory expressed their shock and silence, they continued to play the game.
The boy sat on the edge of the bed, watched the boss busy cleaning up, cleared his throat, and called out, "Brother."
"Huh? What are you doing? Do you want to go to the toilet?" This honest and hard-working man from the Northeast grabbed the rag and turned his head, "You want me to help you?"
"No, no." He Qing waved his hands again and again, showing him a flattering smile, "I remember you said before that you can cook, right?"
"That's right, when I was at home, I was the one who cooked, and they all praised me for the delicious food."
After hearing the last sentence, He Qing's eyes became even brighter. He stared eagerly at the fleshy man on the opposite side, his eyes full of pleading, "Brother, teach me how to cook."
"Ah You?"
—
The boss in the dormitory is called Li Wang. It looks like a very common name, but it can be called a decathlon.
He Qing repaired the water pipes and looked at the wiring. He Qing changed the bed boards in the dormitory on the first day. Can scare a child to cry.
Such a person who seems to be not easy to get along with is actually a very talkative and nice person. He Qing is naturally very loyal to He Qing, a bedmate who looks like a child and can arouse the desire to protect.
So when he was begged, Li Wang couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to follow the limping boy to the school cafeteria.
It's getting late now, and it's not time to cook. As the saying goes, money can turn ghosts around. He Qing gave the money, and naturally got the right to use the pots and pans.
Under the light, the muscles on Li Wang's arms swelled, and he was flying with the shovel in his hand. The hot oil stains were stimulated by the vegetables, and all flew out, but he was not afraid, as if he didn't see half of it, and kept rolling the shovel in his hand .
"Actually, cooking is very simple, just shovel and shovel, look at the color of this dish, wait for him... Ah Qing?"
Li Wang looked around in confusion, didn't He Qing just stand beside him
The boy showed a white face full of fear from the side of the wall, carefully looking at the cauldron with his dark almond eyes without blinking.
"Brother..." Looking at the more conspicuous oil stains around him under the light, He Qing swallowed, and asked cautiously, "Is this pot a little big? I watch TV, and other people cook in small pots."
"It's normal to be big." Li Wang's subordinates kept moving, and he took the time to smile at He Qing, "The pots in the cafeteria are all like this, otherwise if you use such a small pot to cook vegetables, when will it be enough for the whole school to eat?" .”
Makes sense...
But looking at the cauldron, the young man felt trembling in his heart.
He always felt that such a big pot could swallow his whole body, and He Qing just saw so much oil splashed out, if it splashed into his eyes...
The young man trembled in fright at the scene he had imagined, and when he saw that Li Wang was starting to put plates over there, he walked out cautiously.
"How about I buy a small pot? This pot is too big."
"Did you forget that the dormitory is not allowed to use high-power electricity?" Li Wang held the plate, picked up a dish with chopsticks in his right hand, tasted it, nodded in satisfaction, "It's just right, come and eat."
He Qing took a bite, and it tasted really good, but looking at the cauldron that could put his whole body in it, he fell into pain again.
Where can I use a small pot to cook
"Now only the cafeteria and the teacher's building can cook." Li Wang ate the dishes he cooked, and the more he ate, the more delicious they became.
"Didn't a building catch fire last year? The school is very strict now."
"Teacher Building..."
He Qing chewed the delicious food, his eyes lit up little by little.
——
Zuo Feng just saw a student who was depressed because the person he likes likes others today, after some persuasion, he took off his coat and went upstairs.
He really doesn't understand these acts of dying for love and love, but it doesn't prevent him from using the knowledge in the book to complete his work reasonably.
Rubbing between his brows, he was thinking about going out for a run at night, the man frowned, and saw the boy crouching at the door of his room like a huddled bunny.
He Qing rubbed his eyes when he heard the sound of footsteps, raised his head full of sleepiness and yawned, halfway through the yawn, he saw clearly who was coming, and immediately closed his mouth, showing a smile to the man who was looking at him calmly. He smiled obediently, looking shy and shy.
"Brother, you are back."
But Zuo Feng didn't like him anymore, he acted like yesterday's bleak and desolate appearance, but when he heard a satisfactory answer, he immediately changed his face.
Zuo Feng only hated that he didn't pay attention when applying the medicine to him yesterday, and now that he is being teased by a child, where is his face going
Seeing the man holding the key to open the door with no expression on his face, the young man quickly stood up, watched the door open eagerly, before waiting for Zuo Feng to enter, he rushed in first.
Left Front: "..."
He walked in with gloomy eyes, but saw the young man sitting on the sofa, and patted the side very familiarly, "Brother, you don't need to call me, come and sit."
The man looked down at the young man with calm eyes.
He looks thin and small, with a flattering smile on his face, but he is good-looking. This smile that may cause disgust on other people's faces looks a little cute when it falls on this white and tender face.
Rao Zuo Feng still remembered how He Qing lied to him yesterday, but seeing his well-behaved appearance now, the anger in his heart subsided a little.
"What are you doing here?" Thinking about it, the expression on the man's face didn't relax at all. Although he was handsome, he didn't look like a girl at all. , He Qing was so shocked that his heart trembled.
This uncle... why doesn't he seem to be as pleasing as yesterday...
Thinking with fear, the expression on He Qing's face also became more cautious, he didn't dare to sit down anymore, he raised his buttocks and stood up, timidly looking at the man who looked like he was angry.
"I want to borrow your room..." Seeing the man's eyes were calm and silent, the young man quickly emphasized, "I don't borrow it for nothing, how about charging by the hour?"
Zuo Feng looked at the young man's weak breath with great interest, and said calmly, "Do you think I'm short of money?"
"No no!"
He Qing waved his hand reflexively and answered, carefully watching the man's expression, "We don't allow frying pans in our dormitory, so I thought..."
"You just want to use it in my room?"
Seeing the man's mysterious and completely expressionless face, He Qing complained in his heart, his guts turned green with regret.
He originally wanted to take the opportunity to build a good relationship with his future uncle, but he never expected that this person would hold grudges so much.
And most importantly, the man in front of him looks really cruel.
Thinking of what he once said about the white bones exposed in the high school fight, He Qing's face turned pale, not only regret, but also panic.
How could he be so stupid, such a dangerous person, he didn't even have time to run, and he came to the door automatically.
But... Xuexue is really super beautiful...
Zuo Feng lowered his eyes and watched the young man's expression change several times. The struggling little figure seemed to be sitting on some life-or-death choice, and the last bit of displeasure in his heart completely disappeared without a trace.
He has always been a person who doesn't like to get in touch with outsiders, but for some reason, Zuo Feng feels a little happy every time he sees He Qing putting on a face in front of him with a bitter face.
He Qing had no idea what the man was thinking at all. From his perspective, he could only see a pair of slightly light-colored eyes staring at him fixedly, full of coldness and ruthlessness.
Oh no!
Stealing chickens is not enough to lose money, this time it really lost a lot.
The brain was spinning rapidly, and He Qing moved his steps cautiously, and the clear and pleasant voice was extremely guilty.
"Well, if you don't want to, then forget it, I'll go first, see you later."
Why does this person look so scary, it's better to go first!
"Wait a moment."
Behind him, the man's magnetic voice stopped him coolly.
The young man froze, only to feel that a hand easily grabbed the back of his neck, turning him around like he was carrying a small animal.
"I agree, there are tools here, you do it, and I will watch it here."
He Qing, who had made preparations before coming here and decided to run away: "..."
Looking at the man's face, he was really not sure whether the man was talking ironically or had some kind of conspiracy, so he forced a smile and said flatteringly, "No, no need, I thought about it, but it's still too much trouble for you, actually I'm fine with going to the cafeteria."
"It's okay, I don't mind the trouble."
The more he wanted to dodge, the more Zuo Feng wanted to keep him, he let go, lay down on the sofa very leisurely, raised his eyebrows, "Make an extra serving, I'll eat it too after I'm done. "
The young man suddenly realized something as if he had been opened up to the second channel of Ren and Du.
No wonder the sudden change of attitude, the feeling is to let him do free labor.
This man's scheming is truly unfathomable.
Thinking secretly, He Qing really didn't dare to leave, so he had to look around to find where the ingredients were.
Seeing him looking around like a little rabbit, Zuo Feng held back the corners of his mouth that wanted to turn up, and pointed to the left, "The kitchen is over there, and everything in it is complete, you can use it."
He wants to see what this kid can make!
He Qing raised his head to look around when he heard the man's reminder, only to find that there was actually another room inside. After a cursory look, this teacher's dormitory is too high-end!
How much money did this guy put into the school to get such good treatment
Gossiping in his heart, the young man went to the kitchen in good spirits.
Zuo Feng was sitting on the sofa, his eyes seemed to be inadvertently looked over, saw the young man carefully pouring the vegetables into the pot, and then hid away in fear, until the oil was gone, he dared to go up to it carefully with the shovel in his hand. Skillfully rolling, the smile on the corner of his mouth is getting bigger and bigger.
He withdrew his gaze, tapped his phone a few times with his slender fingers, "Hey, Xuexue, come to my place for lunch, there is a free chef."
Not long after the phone call, Zuo Feng, who had been paying attention to the kitchen, saw He Qing frantically pouring water into it.
A smell of paste crept into the living room through the gap in the kitchen, and now Zuo Feng couldn't continue to watch the excitement, he stood up, wanting to see what the young master had done.
When I went to the kitchen to have a look, sure enough, the dishes were all mushy.
Take a closer look, it's just a vegetable, turn on the biggest fire, it's no wonder it doesn't get mushy.
He Qing was sprinkling salt nervously, as if to count the grains clearly, earnestly and carefully.
"You sprinkle salt like this, when will it be done?"
Hearing a voice behind him, the concentrated young man shook his body, stared at a pair of round almond eyes and turned his head.
With a trembling voice, like a little milk cat that only needs milk, "There is no spoon I can use here..."
He studied with Li Wang all night, and felt that he had memorized all the steps in his heart. Although he didn't dare to get started, the effect would be great if he really got started.
Unexpectedly, He Qing was dumbfounded when he first came to the kitchen.
First, the small pot can actually splash oil, and then I don’t know why the vegetables become black and stick to the bottom of the pot. Even when it’s time to add salt, you will find that there is no small spoon for measuring, so He Qing has no choice but to Carefully pour it in.
His voice was so pitiful, coupled with the grievance and sadness on that small face, it almost made Zuo Feng forget that he came in to watch his jokes.
Forcing myself to remember how the person in front of me was yesterday, the man leaned against the wall with a relaxed expression, "Rely on feeling."
Feel
The young man's expression was ignorant, and he looked down at the black vegetables soaked in water in the pot suspiciously. With a shake of his hand, all the white salt grains fell into it.
The corners of Zuo Feng's eyes twitched, and he almost couldn't hold back the expression on his face.
This kid is a genius, really.
If he is really allowed to be with his sister, he will either be pissed to death by this kid or poisoned to death by his cooking.
Seeing the boy lavishly put MSG in it again, Zuo Feng became more determined to make He Qing give up on Zuo Xue.
Fortunately, what Zuo Xue has always liked is the man who goes to the kitchen under the hall. When she comes over and sees He Qing like this, even if she has a good impression of him because of his good looks, she will definitely lose it in the end. .
Thinking that his plan was about to be successfully implemented, the corner of the man's mouth curled up, and he smiled triumphantly.
Before he could laugh for three seconds, the young man who was struggling with the frying pan screamed, folded his hands and stepped back, stepping on Zuo Feng's foot.
His hand was scalded before, but now he didn't get a good balance. The boy tilted his body and fell on top of the man.
Zuo Feng was leaning against the wall, but the sudden weight left him without a support point for his hands. In a panic, he fell heavily to the ground together with the boy.
He Qing is at the top, Zuo Feng is at the bottom.
The two of them stared at each other for not even a second, but the boy's tears came down in a flash.
"pain-"
Zuo Feng was firmly pressed on the ground by him, and wanted to get up, but he couldn't use his strength, so he just looked at He Qing who was lying on his body crying happily, "Get up first, let me show you where it hurts. "
"Hands hurt, feet hurt too."
How could He Qingchang have suffered so much grievance at such a young age? Even if he was broken up before, at most, he was splashed with water all over his body.
Now, in order to catch up with Zuo Xue, he sprained his ankle and burned his hand again. His fragile heart was hurt, and he couldn't stand the emotion right now.
He was crying and moaning, it was so miserable, Zuo Feng could only listen to him crying with a dark face, and asked while crying, "Can I buy the best food for her every day? Why do I have to cook it myself? Is it a waste of resources to wash the pot and buy vegetables and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar?"
Zuo Feng: "..." Why does it feel like what he said makes sense.
No, no, being led astray by this person, shouldn't the focus now be—
"Get off me first."
He Qing felt even more aggrieved when he heard the man's deep voice, but he didn't dare to really confront this man, so he pouted his mouth and responded in a low voice, "Oh..."
He braced his hand and was about to get up, when a big blister formed where he was burned, and it happened to touch the ground.
"ah-"
He Qing screamed subconsciously, and lay down on the man again in embarrassment.
"It hurts, it hurts..."
Hearing him yelling grievances in a crying voice, Zuo Feng was helpless, and asked in a magnetic voice, "Didn't you say that pain is what you are most afraid of?"
The person above cried for a while, and then replied louder and sobbing, "I, I lied to you, I am most afraid of pain, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."
Zuo Feng can treat him with a cold face.
He was cowardly and reckless, Zuo Feng could treat him coldly.
But now this person is crying like a child, the key is still crying on him, the man can't show his cold face no matter what.
Helpless, he had no choice but to coax He Qing, "Don't cry, get up quickly, I'll give you medicine."
"I can't get up, my hands hurt, my feet hurt..."
Hearing the miserably sobbing sound of the boy above, the man even felt a little guilty.
If he didn't have the heart of watching He Qing's jokes and let him cook, a person who can't cook, he wouldn't be burned.
Zuo Feng's voice softened a little, "Then, let me turn you around first, and then I'll pull you up?"
He Qinghong squinted, sobbed and nodded, her eyes were full of gratitude, "Thank you brother, you are so kind..."
Among other things, this mouth is really sweet.
Zuo Feng put his hand on the young man's waist, and was surprised to find that it was quite thin, and it felt particularly good to the touch. He couldn't help touching it a few more times, and then slowly turned him around.
Now it becomes—
Zuo Feng is at the top and He Qing is at the bottom.
Just about to pull him up, Zuo Xue hummed a song and opened the door with a key, "Brother, I'm back, where are you!"
The girl walked to the glass door of the kitchen, and looked at the red-eyed boy who was being pinned down by her brother.