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Chen Chi was helpless, leaning on the kitchen door frame and waiting for her.

Xu Shuangjiang glanced at the sink, and there were all water droplets, rags, dishcloths, and hand towels thrown in a pile.

The hand towel was a large white plaid cotton towel, which was supposed to be dry, but it was also moistened by the rag and water stains underneath. Next to this pile of cloth was her white porcelain bowl, which Chen Chi had probably used to mix warm water before.

"Chen Chi, go back to the room, don't block the kitchen door. Xu Shuangchuan put the crystal cup in the sink, turned on the faucet, and the water line flowed into the cup, the red was quickly diluted, and her voice was also very weak, with a sense of powerlessness.

"Just two cups, flush them, take them out, don't you just do it? I'll wait for you." Chen Chi said with a grin.

Xu Shuang lowered her eyelids, stared at the waterline, and said, "I still want to make a mask." ”

Chen Chi lamented: "Can't you do it?"

"I went out for a day today, and it was all dust. ”

"Okay, well, then you hurry up. ”

Xu Shuangchuan listened to Chen Chi's footsteps and left, silently washed the cup, wiped it along the sink, hung the rags, dishcloths, and hand cloths one by one to their original positions, and put away the large half bottle of red wine and the bottle opener on the living room table.

She looked around at the kitchen, which was small, and the tiled cabinets were half-new, but at least not messy.

Xu Shuang looked out the window, and there were white and yellow lights in the distance, as well as bright huge billboards.

The night here is never naturally dark, sometimes because of the bright light, it will make people feel the slightest warmth in the quiet street, and sometimes because of the bright light, it will make people feel that the day can be continued, and the rest can only be shallow.

It's been almost a year since she and Chen Chi moved here.

"Frost, Frost, okay?" Chen Chi's chant interrupted her fugue.

"It's not good. Xu Shuangchuan raised his voice and shouted back, as if there was turbidity in his heart, and a little bit was discharged with this sound.

She walked into the bathroom and methodically applied the mask.

During this period, Chen Chi shouted again, and she still said that it was not good.

Later, it was quiet, and Xu Shuangchuan walked out of the bathroom and checked the doors and windows everywhere. Seeing that Chen Chi didn't urge, she simply nestled back to the sofa and quietly took out the exhibition materials to read.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, she put down her documents and got up to go back to her bedroom. Chen Chi was already asleep.

Xu Shuangchuan gently lifted the corner of the quilt and lay in. After two or three minutes, Chen Chi turned over, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around her waist, and called out vaguely, "Frost." ”

His breath warmed his cheeks.

Xu Shuangchuan was silent for a moment, and said softly: "Chi Chi, I don't want to do that part-time job. ”

Chen Chi seemed to hum from his nasal cavity, and there was no more sound.

Xu Shuangxia waited quietly for a while, slightly tilted his head to look at Chen Chi's eyebrows in the dark, and then opened his eyes to look at the ceiling.

The bedroom window is ajar, and the curtains are slightly flickering. The neon lights of the street lamps outside diffuse on, reflecting the tangled vine green leaves on the beige curtains like irregular black spots. Occasionally, the rumble of a heavy truck running over the road could be heard in the distance.

Xu Shuangchuan suddenly had an idea, she wanted to go out for a trip, alone, to see the sunset.

But Chen Chi wouldn't agree, besides, if she left, he would only have to go out to eat every day when he came back from work.

Xu Shuang's thoughts turned again, and he remembered that Chen Chi could cook.

The first meal he cooked for her was only one dish, scrambled eggs with tomatoes. It was Christmas Eve, and she took the train to see him, and it was past nine o'clock in the evening when she arrived at his apartment.

"Frostfall, I remember my dad made scrambled eggs with tomatoes, it seems to use shallots, but the supermarket here doesn't sell them, I use green onions, don't you mind. Chen Chi smiled and asked her uncertainly, "Do you want to let it go or not?"

"I don't quite understand," Xu Shuangchuan was very honest and docile at that time, "you can let it go." ”

Chen Chi took out the green onions, cut them into thin sections, and moved neatly.

He suddenly stopped, raised his eyes and asked, "Frostfall, do you want to try?"

Xu Shuang was stunned, but she couldn't do nothing, just wait to eat. Her hand pressed the green onion and grabbed the kitchen knife.

Before she could move, she was stopped by Chen Chi and carefully took her knife away.

"Frostfall, you cut things like this?" Chen Chi was slightly surprised, his eyes met Xu Shuangfall's blank eyes, and he couldn't help laughing, "Don't you usually cook well?"

Of course, she doesn't cook, she doesn't have a rice cooker, and every time she cooks in a soup pot, the heat time is a little careless, either it is mushy or boiling all over the stove, which is simply a waste of precious rice.

"I've made macaroni. She was a little confused.

"You don't add anything to that macaroni, you eat all the noodles?" Chen Chi said.

"I've cut shredded potatoes, shredded cucumbers, shredded carrots, and added diced tomatoes. ”

At that time, the relationship between Chen Chi and Xu Shuangchuan was not the most intimate, Chen Chi didn't dare to talk nonsense, so he had to suppress his smile and continue to ask: "How did you cut those shreds?"

"That's it. "Xu Shuang is very strange.

Chen Chi's gaze fell on her fingers on the green onion, and the arc of the nail cover revealed a smooth and healthy light pink, which was particularly tender against the backdrop of the green onion. He muttered to himself that it was a miracle that her fingers were still intact until now.

"I'll teach you, that's not how you cut vegetables. ”

Facts show that the two things that two people with affection can do the last thing is to teach them to write calligraphy, and the other is to teach them to cut vegetables.

"Frostfall, your entire palm spreads out, and it's easy to cut your fingers. Chen Chi stood behind Xu Shuang's descending and talked eloquently, "This is a long knife, it can't be chopped, it's slightly better than the kitchen knife we are used to, otherwise you will chop off your fingers if you chop it quickly like yours." But the long knife is also very sharp, and a pull is a wound. ”

"Come, in this way," Chen Chi's palm covered Xu Shuangxia's hand, "fingers must learn to pick inward." ”

Xu Shuang's heart beat like a drum.

Chen Chi picked up the knife, stuffed it into Xu Shuangchuan's right hand, and then held her hand to demonstrate how to cut green onions.

Xu Shuangxia's hand was so soft that he couldn't hold the knife steadily, how dangerous it was.

Chen Chi continued, his cheek almost touching Xu Shuang's head: "The back of your knife should move against the back of your fingers, so that it is the safest." ”

“…… Will it be too much?" Xu Shuangchuan was hugged by Chen Chi, and his voice was fluttering.

"Oh, it's a bit much. Chen Chi woke up like a dream.

A long time later, Xu Shuangchuan once admired Chen Chi: "You are so bold, if you meet someone who looks down on you, the weapons of resistance are ready-made." ”

"Can you see it?" Chen Chi asked playfully, very determined.

"It's just that it's easy to resonate with a foreign country, and it's just a group for warmth. "Xu Shuangchuan is not to be outdone.

"Then we'll go back and continue to huddle together to keep warm. Chen Chi smiled even more happily.

Xu Shuangchuan thought about what Chen Chi said, thinking about the first dish that Chen Chi cooked for her, the green and white of the green onions, the bright red of the tomatoes, and the golden yellow of the eggs, a plate full of them, exuding a strong and attractive fragrance, and was brought to her by him with a smile.

She ate a plate of his dishes, and he addressed her from frost to frost.

At that time, she really couldn't cook. Her time is spent on studying and going to school, either at home or in the cafeteria, or eating takeout, and her cooking skills are equivalent to zero. The shredded potatoes, cucumbers, and carrots she cut were later ridiculed by Chen Chi for her sharp reduction in her ability to use Chinese and the indiscriminate use of nouns, saying that those were strips, and no matter how much he wanted to praise her, he could not violate his conscience and say silk.

Her basic knife skills were taught by Chen Chi, and the cooking was almost led by Chen Chi, and then he slowly pointed out, and she pondered it herself, and she understood it well.

The night was already very deep, and when Xu Shuang's biological clock was ready to sleep, she turned her back to Chen Chi and closed her eyes. The question that I couldn't figure out came to my mind vaguely.

Why is it that after a man who can cook teaches his wife to cook, he never cooks again?

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