Aunt Xie, the nanny of the Ye family, has been a little absent-minded recently.
She took a fresh carp out of the water, put it back, picked it up again, and put it back again...and so on and on. Seeing the fish open its mouth and stare, shake its head and tail, and suffocate so much that it wanted to bite its tongue to kill itself, the fishmonger in the vegetable market finally couldn't see it. Go down: "Auntie, do you want to buy it or not? If you hesitate for a while, this fish will die."
"Ah?" Aunt Xie came back to her senses, quickly threw the fishing net back into the basin, and smiled at the fishmonger, "I'm sorry."
"It's all right," the fishmonger asked. "What fish do you want? A batch of fresh yellow croaker just arrived today."
"Don't be a yellow flower, kill me a perch now."
"Okay." The fishmonger quickly killed the fish. Aunt Xie handed over the change, took the bag containing the fish and held it in her hand.
Two days ago, a young man with injuries lived in the Ye family's villa.
Aunt Xie has worked in the Ye family for five or six years, and she has never seen Mr. Ye treat anyone so dearly. There are so many guest rooms in the house, but Mr. Jiang lives in Mr. Ye's bedroom, and the two eat and sleep together. Although Mr. Jiang is weak, he insists on waiting for Mr. Ye to get off work every day; Mr. Ye will call home to report if he is delayed in the company. The villa used to be empty, and Mr. Ye was away from home for three days, and he often couldn't see anyone, but now he seemed to be worried, and went home to have dinner with Mr. Jiang after get off work. He used to socialize a lot, and now he doesn't go out at night anymore. The two of them either nestle on the sofa and watch TV together, or one works in the study while the other reads quietly, without disturbing each other, and just spend the whole night like this.
Aunt Xie knew a few old friends who worked as nannies for wealthy families, and she knew that some young masters liked this kind of thing, and they only picked little boys to take care of them. She thought that Mr. Jiang was raised by Mr. Ye just like those children, but after careful observation, she didn't think it was the same.
On the one hand, it was because Mr. Ye really cared about him. When Mr. Jiang first arrived, he wanted to live in the guest room. Mr. Ye said, "You have an injury on your shoulder. What if you don't sleep well and press the wound?" He was forced to stay in the master bedroom as an excuse. Later one night, Mr. Jiang really had a low fever. Fortunately, Mr. Ye discovered it early and took him to the hospital for an infusion overnight, which saved the day.
On the other hand, Mr. Jiang is very familiar with Mr. Ye's living habits. Although it is not obvious on the surface, he actually cares about him. I heard that Xiaoqinger, who was adopted by others, dared not even pant loudly in front of the patron. For a person with such a prominent family background as Mr. Ye, even if he doesn't use his status to overwhelm others, ordinary people will inevitably lose their heads in front of him. What's more, he has a rather tricky temper and basically says what he says at home. But Mr. Jiang seems not to be afraid of Mr. Ye at all, and often tells him not to be picky at the dinner table. The most amazing thing is that Mr. Ye, who is so reclusive, can actually be obedient. The relationship between the two is not like a nurturing relationship, nor is it like the young people falling in love nowadays, but like a couple who have lived together for several years.
In all fairness, Mr. Jiang is actually very popular with women her age. Although he is young, he has a gentle and steady personality. He always speaks and does things clearly. He is polite and considerate to Aunt Xie. Sometimes he goes to the kitchen to observe her work and learn how to cook from her. Every day when she goes shopping, she will tell her to pay attention to safety. Aunt Xie's own son is not as considerate as Mr. Jiang.
However, even though Mr. Jiang is so nice, he is a man after all. The two are in love now, but Mr. Ye will always get married and have children in the future. How can the future Mrs. Ye and the young master tolerate him
How can a man and a man live a long life
Wearing soft home clothes, Jiang Kezhou stood tall and thin in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows to observe the sparkling lake outside. When he heard the door ring, he turned his head and looked at her, saying hello to her: "Aunt Xie, you're back."
"Hey." Aunt Xie walked into the hall, changed her shoes in front of the entrance, carried the fish into the kitchen, poured it into a basin and rinsed it with water, "I bought sea bass today. How do you want to eat it, steamed or stewed?"
Jiang Kezhou followed her all the way to the kitchen, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Aunt Xie, I don't eat fish. You put it in the refrigerator, and cook it for Mr. Ye when he comes back at night."
"Don't eat?" Aunt Xie was puzzled, "Mr. Ye told me that you can't eat hair when you have an injury on your body. Don't worry, sea bass is good for the body. Eating it is good for the body and will not affect the healing of the wound."
"It's not because of this," Jiang Kezhou said shyly, "Actually, I just find it troublesome and too lazy to criticize."
Aunt Xie laughed: "Been stabbed before?"
"Yeah," Jiang Kezhou nodded, "It left a big psychological shadow. You can cook two dishes at will."
"Actually, sea bass has no spines, so you don't have to be so careful... okay, let's save it for dinner," Aunt Xie washed the fish, put it in a large fresh-keeping bag and put it in the refrigerator. It’s not that fresh anymore. Are you feeling better today? Don’t let the wind blow, and add more clothes, or Mr. Ye will have to scold you when he comes back.”
Jiang Kezhou rubbed his nose and coughed dryly: "Some people are used to being leaders, and they always engage in dictatorship and lecture them. It's fine to oppress the working people in the company, but they bully the sick when they go home. We must not encourage this kind of capitalism. Unhealthy tendencies, otherwise this day will not be able to live..."
Aunt Xie didn't speak, just stared at him and smiled.
Jiang Kezhou suddenly realized something was wrong, turned around suddenly, and slammed into Ye Zheng's arms.
The leader asked sullenly: "May I ask this great proletarian revolutionary fighter, do you have any last words to say?"
Jiang Kezhou: "Dear Comrade Futoryak Ilyich Stanislavsky... why are you silent when you come back?!"
"It's a good thing you didn't make a sound, otherwise you wouldn't have heard such loud and loud reactionary remarks." Ye Zheng slapped him lightly on the buttocks, and pointed his head to Aunt Xie, "Aunt Xie, steam the fish, I'll eat it at home at noon .”
He held Jiang Kezhou in his arms and dragged him upstairs to change clothes with him.
After Ye Zheng changed his clothes and successfully suppressed the rebels, Jiang Kezhou took a breath and asked, "Aren't you going to the company this afternoon?"
Ye Zheng pulled him out of the room and went downstairs, saying, "Go back to my dad in the afternoon. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I have to report to the old man about work. If you don't come back to eat at night, you go to bed first, don't wait for me."
Jiang Kezhou followed behind him: "Okay. Drink less and drive safely."
Aunt Xie was serving dishes on the dining table downstairs, when she inadvertently raised her eyes, she saw the two people walking down the stairs hand in hand, with an unconscious intimacy and familiarity in their words. While the two were talking, a circle of water barriers formed around them, and everyone else in the room became decorations.
But her heart sank suddenly.
She really likes to see the two of them being together in harmony and affection, but she also really feels that sooner or later they will not be able to go on this road.
Ye Zheng pulled out the chair for Jiang Kezhou, and sat down on the other side of the dining table. Aunt Xie helped them serve the meal, but Ye Zheng first picked up a pair of clean chopsticks, picked up a small bowl of fish meat, carefully picked out the fishbone, and pushed it in front of Jiang Kezhou.
And Jiang Kezhou, who just said "I don't eat fish", took it as usual, picked up a chopstick, and swallowed it without even looking at it.
Aunt Xie was stunned.
Not to mention that Ye Zheng, the young master who doesn't stick to the sun, actually does the work of serving others—hasn't Jiang Kezhou been psychologically shadowed by the fishbone? Why do you trust Ye Zheng's technical level so much
Aunt Xie didn't hold back her curiosity: "Mr. Jiang doesn't like fish, is it because he doesn't know how to pick fish bones?"
"Yes," Ye Zheng glanced at him indulgently, and said lightly, "He's just lazy, so he doesn't want to touch these things with thorns and shells."
Jiang Kezhou met his eyes in the air, smiled, and said nothing.
Jiang Kezhou can cook, but he never eats things like fish, shrimp and crab. He always says he's lazy when asked, but it's not because he's lazy.
Yuxia Jingui, Jiang Kezhou was away from home after his mother passed away, his pockets were always cleaner than his face, and he couldn't afford these things; later, the financial situation was not so embarrassing, and he had to run around for a living again, and he had to count the seconds for every meal. No time to sit down and chew slowly. So this habit has been maintained until now. Ye Zheng corrected it several times but failed to change it, so he had to do it himself. He was happy to get used to his innocuous little problem, and he always felt that he could pamper him a little more.
It's just that what he thought of as a "favor" fell into the eyes of others, but it has almost reached the level of "doting".
Jiang Kezhou suffered repeated injuries, and after nearly a month of recuperation, the stitches were finally removed a year ago and he was declared fully recovered. Two days later, Aunt Xie and two other part-time workers cleaned the villa together. On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, all the necessities for the New Year were ready. Aunt Xie told Jiang Kezhou to take it easy and not stretch his wounds. Jiang Kezhou swears to the sky, and only then can he leave the villa and go home for the New Year with peace of mind.
On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, Jiang Kezhou was finally allowed to approach the stove, and Ye Zheng followed behind him as if he was afraid that he would blow up the kitchen. Jiang Kezhou felt that his shoulder was fine, but Ye Zheng refused to let go, so he could only hold his nose and tolerate the bullshit boss Ye to beat him up. Not to mention the extremely low efficiency, the shape is also particularly ugly.
Jiang Kezhou didn't dare to use too much force with his left hand, he only held the handle of the pot loosely, and kept stirring the vegetables in the pot with a spatula in his right hand, while Ye Zheng was helping him pass the ingredients. After frying for a while, he felt that turning over and over was too laborious, so he handed the shovel to Ye Zheng. Ye Zheng took it subconsciously, and was about to ask if he wanted to help, when Jiang Kezhou changed the handle of the pot to his right hand and picked it up. The iron pot, which weighed five catties, was shaken twice in a smooth manner.
Ye Zheng: "..."
Jiang Kezhou reached out to him coolly: "Give me the shovel."
Ye Zheng finally realized that this person's usual "pale and sickly" appearance, panting after kissing for a while, and hurting when touched a little, is all fucking pretending. Fortunately, he still has pity in his heart, even if he kisses and hugs, he dare not use force, for fear of hurting him. The bastard thing is strong!
Before Jiang Kezhou realized the imminent disaster, he put the shredded lettuce on a plate, turned to him and asked, "The beef needs to be stewed for a while... what else do you want to eat?"
Ye Zheng pressed him against the edge of the pool, gritted his teeth bitterly and said, "Eat you."