Jin Ting slowly took out the crumpled piece of paper from his hand, looked at the sentences on the poem, and shouted in his heart: "Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng, brother is sorry for you!" I'm so sorry for you......

The brother wants this woman to disappear into the world, and wants her to pay for it with blood......

But, I don't know why, I can't always do it......

What is my brother going to do, what is going to be done!

Will you blame your brother? Will? Will??? ”

At this moment, he felt as if he was no longer the president who called for wind and rain, but returned to a helpless child.

He curled himself into a small ball and wrapped his arms around his legs, as if he could disappear into the world......

But he knew it was impossible.

When he was a child, when the disease was not cured, he held himself like this, as if he could disappear in this way, and he couldn't see his crazy mother or the woman next to his father.

But he never disappeared, until he watched the people around him leave one after another, father, Xiao Feng, he still couldn't disappear......

Soon, he heard the voice of Chu Xue walking in, her steps were very light, as if she was used to being his little maid, and said lightly: "Mr. Jin, I made another bowl of porridge, this time I didn't put coriander, please use it." ”

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It was ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining through the pink floral curtains, her black hair was gilded with a layer of gold, even her eyebrows and eyelashes were trimmed, the pajamas she was wearing fit her perfectly, and the little blue floral apron made her look like a large doll.

The steaming porridge in his hand looks tempting, and the pattern on the small blue and white porcelain bowl is very simple, but it also has a unique flavor.

Jin Ting's heart suddenly ached unnoticedly.

Once upon a time, it was the sight he looked forward to the most.

A beautiful, gentle, virtuous woman with a sunny smile cooks him a meal.

This meal may not be delicious, but with her taste and her smiling face, he will feel like a spring breeze.

Since he was a child, his mother has never cooked, except for the standard meal of the state banquet served by the waiter, which is the private dish specially made for him by the old maid Wang Ma, who loves him the most.

Sometimes he asked Wang's mother: "Why do other people's mothers cook for their children, but my mother never cooks?" ”

Mother Wang would stroke Jin Ting's hair with her big rough hands: "Madame is a noble lady, so naturally she won't cook and get her hands dirty." Master, hurry up and eat! ”

Of course, he also knew that his mother was a delicate eldest lady before she left the cabinet, and she needed a maid to give her hand care every day, and she didn't even touch cold water, but he was her son, why didn't she even cook him a bowl of porridge? What is the taste of mothers written in those literary works, which is said to be more beautiful than any delicacy?

And the women who came after him rarely took the initiative to cook for him to eat, they all looked at him with anticipation, waiting for him to take them to the noble and enviable various restaurants to eat.

There was once a female star who often came to his office with fragrant side dishes and soup stews, saying that she made a love bento by herself, and made him look at it differently for a while.

But once when the woman was spending the night at his house, he suddenly asked her to make a supper, and when he got to the kitchen, he found that she could not even tell the difference between sugar and salt.

He immediately asked the woman to get out.

No matter how much she cried and begged for his forgiveness, he just kicked her in the back: "I can tolerate a woman who can't cook at all, but I will never tolerate a woman lying to me." ”

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And now, he seems to see that this long-held dream is about to come true......

In such a small room, it is small but full of warm smell.

There are curtains, soft pillows, puppets in the corners, and fresh young leaves blooming with green plants.

A woman with a ponytail and a floral cloth skirt brought preserved egg and lean porridge to his eyes.

The glutinous rice, the crystal clear preserved eggs, exude a warm and mellow meat aroma.

Indeed, her porridge is cooked very well, even if Mama Wang is there, she can't find anything wrong.

But he couldn't eat it, and if this woman was anyone else in the world, he would drink the bowl of porridge with a little gratitude.

However, she is the person he hates the most!

Jin Ting pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly: "Really?" Didn't put coriander? Let me taste it, and if you get a little bit of coriander, you can go to the kitchen and redo it! ”

"I didn't put it, you can rest assured, Mr. Jin."

Chu Xue still looked at him quietly, as if she was just a waitress in a restaurant, very polite: "Please try it." ”

Jin Ting picked up the small spoon next to him, the spoon was very small, and there was a cartoon HELLO-KITTY on it, which was a little old, and it should be her own usual use.

He imagined how she usually used the little spoon to drink porridge.

Her mouth is also small, maybe it's just right......

Then, he scooped a spoonful of preserved egg and lean porridge into his mouth, and it tasted really good, even better than he imagined.

He couldn't help but be amazed that she had such a skill.

He suddenly had a wonderful feeling, as if he was sucking on the small spoon she usually sucked on, was that indirect kissing?

Of course, even if it was a direct kiss, or even a more intimate thing, the two of them had done it more than once, but now thinking that this was the little spoon she had licked made him tremble in a fine and dense way.

However, it was at that moment that a cold layer appeared on his expression.

He lowered his eyes and clasped his hand slightly, and the bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge was once again buckled to the ground.

Hatsuyuki didn't seem surprised.

He said indifferently: "Mr. Jin, is there anything that dissatisfies you?" ”

"It's so hot, do you want to burn me!?"

With a cruel smile, Jin Ting looked at Chu Xue's trembling body.

In fact, he knew that he didn't want to laugh at all.

Not only did he not want to laugh, but he was desperate.

It's like a double-edged sword, piercing into the opponent's body, watching the blood flow out of the opponent's body, but also cutting himself all over the body!

To torture her is to torture himself!

But even knowing that it was so, he couldn't stop!

Because if it stops, it will be a betrayal of Xiao Feng!

It's a betrayal of Xiao Feng's healthy bone marrow living in his body!

Looking at the broken porcelain pieces that bloomed again on the ground, like a poignant flower, Chu Xue still did not lose her temper, just quietly bent down, picked up a dustpan and a broom to clean up the qiē, and then turned around and walked into the kitchen.

She seemed to have become completely accustomed to this qiē, to his outburst, and as long as he didn't kill her, she could continue to do so.

And her eyes were blank, and she didn't seem to bother to give him even mockery.

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"This bowl is so cold!"

"This bowl is not cooked!"