Jian Jia couldn't understand it anymore.

"Senior brother, I just scratched the skin, not the bones." Jian Jia choked up: "You really don't have to be so-"

Stirring up the people.

But halfway through his words, he swallowed it back.

Chen Bosheng has a feeling that he can do his own thing, as long as he wants to, he can treat the whole world as air. The whole person gives people a particularly strong sense of detachment from the world.

It's like.

The world is a huge adventure game.

He's just a lone player who controls his character off-screen.

I don't care about anything, and I don't stop at any of the in-game scenery.

His task is just to get through this level of his life and mechanically complete the task of lighting up his skills.

Then follow the rules of the game and go to the end of your life.

Immediately after Game Over.

Such a person who is indifferent to the world is completing the main task of his life at the same time.

Suddenly, one day, like an NPC out of control, he took care of a pixel flower in the game abnormally.

Is it a description.

He began to connect with the world.

"What's wrong?" Chen Bosheng found that Jian Jia was stunned for a while, and turned his head to ask.

"Nothing." Jian Jia came back to his senses and took the initiative to help: "I just remembered a little thing." ”

"What's the matter?" Chen Bosheng seems to like to get to the bottom of his affairs.

"Thinking of when my mom was still around." Jian Jia added some water to the casserole: "At that time, I seemed to be still in junior high school, junior high school. When I took the physical education high school exam, I reported a three-step layup, but I broke my foot during the exam. ”

When Jian Jia remembered Ren Shuhe, the corners of his mouth were always smiling, and he was attached to the extreme.

"My mother was so frightened that she immediately rushed to school and said that she would bandage me first. In fact, it was a little bit of skin, she wrapped me in gauze seven or eight times, and when I was sent to the hospital, the doctor saw her technique and was scared to death, thinking that my leg was broken in two. ”

"And guess what, the wound is healed!"

Chen Bosheng chuckled, and Jian Jia couldn't help laughing.

Later, Jian Jia thought about it, probably this is called caring and messing.

After so many years, Jian Jia has suffered countless injuries, large and small, but no one has made a fuss about any major problems on his body like Ren Shuhe.

So many years.

Jian Jia never dreamed of it.

There was even a second fuss "Ren Shuhe" in his life.

The soup of the stewed pig's trotters with lotus root "goo-goo-goo" bubbled for a while, and it seemed to be stewed.

Chen Bosheng has a mysterious confidence in his cooking skills, and he directly waved his hand and brought out a bowl, but he couldn't pull it. I don't know how the soup tastes, but the momentum of the eldest young master is already comparable to that of a state banquet-level chef.

After blowing twice, he handed it to Jian Jia: "Try it." ”

Jian Jia is quite curious about whether Chen Bosheng, a winner in life, is quite talented in various fields.

So with a serious attitude towards scientific research, Jian Jia took a sip solemnly.

Chen Bosheng stared at him vigilantly.

Jian Jia's beautiful Adam's apple slid up and down for a moment, and swallowed.

"How's it taste?" Chen Bosheng asked casually.

After Jian Jia swallowed it, he replied seriously: "Senior brother, do you want to hear the truth or lies?" ”

"If your truth is unpleasant, then I advise you to tell a lie." Chen Bosheng leaned lazily, and his threatening words were not left behind at all.

Jian Jia: "......"

"Well, this bowl of soup tastes like it." Jian Jia pondered for a moment and said euphemistically: "I feel full of senior brother's love." ”

Chen Bosheng laughed coldly: "There is only love? ”

The monosodium glutamate, sugar, star anise, tangerine peel he added didn't taste a single taste?

"A little bit else, too?" Jian Jia's expression was a little hesitant: "If I wait for food poisoning to go to the hospital." ”

Jian Jia said slowly, very honest: "...... That should be somewhat hateful. ”

He felt like he was babbling gibberish.

This bowl of pork knuckle soup is not only a mixture of love and hate, but it may also be a bit poisonous.

How could it be otherwise.

In this moment.

Jian Jia actually wanted to send a message to ask Fang Tian.

Is that what he said this morning true?

If it's your own.

- Maybe you can really try to bend Chen Bosheng.

Chapter 40: Marriage Experience

The final dinner was served with takeout.

Jian Jia worked a lot of overtime during this time, and she didn't go to the supermarket to stock up on goods for a long time, and the vegetables, fish and meat in the refrigerator were exhausted.

He took out his mobile phone and ordered four dishes and one soup at a nearby private restaurant.

Half an hour later, the takeaway was delivered to the door.

When Chen Bosheng brought the takeaway to the table, Jian Jia hesitated.

got up and went to the middle island, opened the cabinet door and found a soup bowl to come out, and put a bowl of stewed pig's trotters with lotus root in the casserole.

Chen Bosheng glanced at him, Jian Jia didn't know why he did this, he used a universal formula, and said dryly: "You have done everything, don't eat and waste." ”

In line with his image of being a thrifty housekeeper.

Halfway through eating, Jian Jia looked at the lotus root pig's trotter soup and still felt pity.

The next time the eldest young master waits for a thousand years in the kitchen, it is too wasteful to pour it without eating like this.

He tasted it again.

It's really unpalatable.

But there's still a bit of a head.

Or take another bite?

When Jian Jia was eager to try again, he was stopped by Chen Bosheng and said helplessly: "Don't force yourself if it's unpalatable." ”

"Actually, it's fine." Jian Jia spoke: "It seems that the sense of taste has failed when I drink it, and it doesn't feel so unpleasant?" ”

Chen Bosheng stared at him, smiling rather than smiling.

Jian Jia confessed honestly: "I just think it's a pity to fall." ”

Chen Bosheng said lightly: "I'll eat with your son." ”

Beibei, who was working the canned cat, looked up sharply as if she had a premonition of something.

The two cat's eyes on Xiao Fei's face were round: "Woo woo woo!" ”

Don't do it.

Jian Jia thought to herself, the life of the kitten is also life!

He also thought that Chen Bosheng said that he was just being polite, but he didn't expect that the eldest young master would really eat after he finished speaking.

After drinking a bowl of soup, his face did not change color, and Jian Jia had to wonder if there was something wrong with his sense of taste?

"Senior brother, how do you feel?" Jian Jia's curious interview.

"It's fine." Chen Bosheng commented on himself and thought for a second: "It's just a little sweet." ”

…… You stewed the lotus root and pig's trotter soup into a sweet one, can this really be called good!

For the sake of Chen Bosheng's life, Jian Jia finally stopped him from planning to drink another bowl.

Because of this, Chen Bosheng once again refreshed Jian Jia's perception of him, the eldest young master is no longer a picky eater, and he probably doesn't care about what he stuffs into his mouth when he usually eats.

It belongs to the task of completing the meal, as long as you can live.

After cleaning up the table after the meal, Jian Jia couldn't help but take out her mobile phone and took a photo of the stewed pig's trotters with lotus root.

"What are you doing taking pictures?" Chen Bosheng closed the dishwasher.

"Nothing. I just feel that my brother is rare in the kitchen next time, and he must record this precious image. Jian Jia told the truth.

Chen Bosheng glanced at him and seemed to think it was funny.

The whole person leaned lazily on the middle island, and the sense of oppression brought by height was outrageous.

He said, "What is precious. ”

Chen Bosheng continued, dragging and handsome, and raised his chin: "I will do it for you every day in the future." ”

Jian Jia felt that the poisonous energy of the soup of lotus root stewed pig's trotters had come up again.

He was stunned for a second, and for the first time in the solitude of the two, he could be said to have fled back to his room a little deserted.

Closed the door to the room.

He touched the base of his ear, and it was hot and hot.

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