"Then I'll cook! Just a little bit. ”

Fan Lang Yangyang had already cooked it, and the dishes were washed, Zhuang Shuo went in and saw the prepared dishes, and smiled for a while.

Zhuang Shuo only needs to put the bacon with fat meat into the pot, fry the lard, fry the tomatoes to make the tomato juice, add the garlic sprouts and garlic slices, stir-fry until fragrant, add the beans, stir-fry over high heat until the beans become very sticky, and then add the soup sent when buying the beans.

Zhuang Shuo held a plastic bag of bean and rice soup in one hand while rummaging through scissors on the stove.

"Yangyang? Do you see the scissors in the kitchen? ”

"Here!"

I've been unpacking the box for the past two days, and just now Lang Yangyang couldn't find the knife to unpack the express, so he went to the kitchen to get scissors to use.

He took the scissors and went to the kitchen, "Here." ”

Lang Yangyang stood aside and watched Zhuang Shuo chop the corner of the plastic bag with scissors, and the bean paste-colored bean rice soup was poured into the pot.

"Is that all right?" Lang Yangyang asked.

Zhuang Shuo threw a small piece of ginger into it in a dashing manner: "I have to boil for a while, I will cut everything about meat and tofu." ”

The soup pot was rolling, Zhuang Shuo saw Lang Yangyang still standing behind him, and said to him, "You go out and wait, the kitchen smells big." ”

"I cook a lot, too." Lang Yangyang said that it means that he is also used to the environment of the kitchen, which is not so delicate.

Zhuang Shuo smiled: "I know, but now there is me." ”

Lang Yangyang: "I can't turn myself into a waste with you, in case you are not at home or ......"

Zhuang Shuo turned his head to look at him: "Or what?" ”

He deliberately looked at Lang Yangyang fiercely.

Lang Yangyang really had a weak heart, and took a half step back: "I mean I shouldn't rely on you for everything, it's a fact that you do better, but I can't do nothing." ”

After speaking, he found that Zhuang Shuo didn't speak, Lang Yangyang racked his brains to think about how to explain, and after thinking about it, he couldn't whitewash what he wanted to say just now was the sentence "or separated".

"I know." Zhuang Shuo removed his fierce disguise, smiled and said, "From now on, how about you pick one day a week to cook?" Let me experience your cooking too, in case there is a surprise? ”

Lang Yangyang smiled with relief, and then quickly reacted, "You mean my cooking skills are terrible?" ”

Zhuang Shuo: "If you don't include baking. ”

Lang Yangyang was angry and wanted to laugh, he was also telling the truth, so he could only turn around and go out to clean up the coffee table with a blank look.

It's still a little cold at night, and there are large dogs at home, and basically when it's not raining, the windows are open for ventilation.

The evening breeze blew in, and Lang Yangyang couldn't help but shiver.

When I was cleaning up the coffee table, I saw the box of functional lubrication again, and I thought that it would be embarrassing to see it when I was eating for a while.

Finally, put it in the pillow table in the bedroom.

Soon the hot pot came up, using an induction cooker to heat the soup base, or with the most common local pepper dipped in water.

Side dishes include sliced pork, luncheon meat, senjang tofu, white tofu, spinach, and baby coriander and mushrooms.

Each one is filled with a small plate, and it is just right for two people to eat.

As usual, I turned on the TV and randomly ordered a food documentary that had just been launched to watch.

"Do you want to drink some soup first, it's thick." Zhuang Shuo said.

"No, I want to eat a thousand pieces of tofu."

Lang Yangyang has been away from home for many years, and he is not as spicy as the locals, so he prefers local dishes such as sour soup and doumi hot pot, which are not very spicy.

The low heat is boiling, the soup in the pot is boiling, the beans and rice are boiled soft, and the soup is getting thicker and thicker. The way to eat bean rice hot pot is to get to the back of the taste, each ingredient has boiled bean rice, no need to dip in water is the simple fragrance of bean rice and bacon, dipped in water to make it a little more spicy taste, each has its own deliciousness.

Lang Yangyang's habit is not to dip vegetarian dishes, but to dip meat dishes.

For the first time, Lang Yangyang added two meals to dinner.

- Of course, it may also have something to do with the seeds that were sown for four hours today.

"Soup?"

"Yes, yes."

Zhuang Shuo picked up the soup spoon, flexibly turned his wrist around to brush off the oil, water and foam on the surface, and only scooped the fragrant soup and poured it on Lang Yangyang's freshly served rice.

"Eat."

Lang Yangyang mixed with chopsticks, and then fished a piece of bacon in the pot, dipped it in water and sent it to his mouth.

On a slightly cool night, it is best to eat a warm hot pot.

Fortunately, there is an appetizing hot pot tonight, and Lang Yangyang still has the strength to go to the store to knead the dough.

The two said that Zhuang Shuo would take a bath for Lei Gong, and Lang Yangyang would go to the store to stock up on his own.

It was past nine o'clock when I arrived at Brookside, and there was no one in the store at this time, but today I saw the lights on in the store.

Lang Yangyang thought that it was Youyou who forgot to turn off some lights after work, but he didn't expect to see Xiaowen still in the baking room when he came in.

"Xiaowen?"

Xiaowen sat on a high stool in the baking room, still wearing a white hat, holding her chin with her hands, looking up outside, and saw that it was Lang Yangyang coming.

"Brother Yangyang, you're here."

Lang Yangyang walked over, didn't enter the baking room, and talked to Xiaowen outside through the glass, "Why haven't you gotten off work yet?" ”

Recently, Xiaowen's roommates are all interning outside, no one lives in the dormitory, Xiaowen doesn't want to go home to live, only her dormitory, and the interest in getting off work is not high.

Xiaowen lowered her eyes and said, "Brother Yangyang, I won't be able to come to work in the store next month." ”

Lang Yangyang: "Well, I think it's time to graduate." Is it preparing for the exam? ”

Xiaowen: "I've been thinking about it for a long time, I want to go to Shenzhen to find a job. ”

"Shenzhen?"

"Well, I also want to go to the big cities, I want to try different environments, I want to really support myself."

Lang Yangyang nodded, in fact, he didn't expect Xiaowen to make this decision, she has a very soft personality and a soft temper, she smiles when she sees everyone, she has been in the store for almost half a year, except for quarreling and crying twice with her family, she has never blushed with anyone.

He thought she would go for the exam.

Lang Yangyang wanted to persuade that it was also very bitter outside, and it was not as beautiful as imagined, and maybe it would be better to take a stable unit at home. But this idea is as unspeakable as trying to persuade Wang Zhijun to take a step back.

The distance is attractive, even if Lang Yangyang returns to his hometown, he still thinks so.

Lang Yangyang said: "Okay, it's good to go outside and have a look." But it can be very hard and tiring, so you have to do your homework before you go. ”

After speaking, Lang Yangyang walked in from the door next to him, bent down to take the stainless steel basin from under the counter.

Xiaowen also got down from the barstool, "Mmmm, I will." I think...... I'm not at home anymore, my parents can't force me, I don't want to get married yet, I don't want to raise a younger brother, I want to do what I want to do and live for myself. ”

The girl in her early twenties is full of vitality, and her eyes are shining at this time.

"Okay, that's it." Lang Yangyang clenched his fists, encouraged her, and asked a supplementary question: "What about your boyfriend?" ”

Xiaowen: "He said he wanted to come with me, but his mother didn't agree. ”

Lang Yangyang wanted to say at this time that love is not so important at this time, but when he thought that he and Zhuang Shuo were now sweet and happy, he felt that it was somewhat sanctimonious to say this, so he gave up.

But Xiaowen said it herself: "Let him be, since he can't confront his parents and my parents because I don't want to get married, then I don't want to compromise for him, get married and have children here early, and live this kind of aggrieved life." ”

Lang Yangyang smiled and poured the flour into the basin: "Why have you been thinking so thoroughly lately?" ”

Xiaowen helped him hold the back of the flour bag, "I asked my cousin, and she suggested that this is what she suggested to me, and her family's situation is similar to mine." My cousin also said something 'nostalgia is an odyssey for men, and escape is an epic engraved into women's bodies', and although I don't fully understand it yet, I really want to escape now. ”

Lang Yangyang's head buzzed.

So when I returned to my hometown, was it because of homesickness?

Are you writing your own odyssey or looking for Shangri-La?

"Brother Yangyang."

"Huh?" Lang Yangyang came back to his senses.

Xiaowen looked at the stainless steel basin and said, "Can you let me prepare something for tomorrow tonight?" ”

Lang Yangyang: "Okay, I'll watch you from the side." ”

Xiaowen was very happy, tied her apron a little tighter, and watched the numbers on the electronic scale add flour. She thought in pieces, "Maybe I will be like you in the future, save money and come back to open a store." ”

Lang Yangyang joked: "Steal my business, right?" ”

Xiaowen: "Snatch them all!" Snatch Sister Yoyo away too! ”

"By the way, how long do you have to go to the TV station to record a show? Can I go and see it? Xiaowen asked.

Lang Yangyang calculated: "There are still eight days, yes, I was given ten tickets for relatives and friends." ”

Xiaowen: "I'm with Sister Youyou." ”

"Okay, no problem."

Xiaowen was not as skilled as Lang Yangyang, and the end time was a little later than usual, and Zhuang Shuo drove over to pick up Lang Yangyang and waited for a while.

Just enough to send Xiaowen back.

When I got home, it was already past ten o'clock, and Lang Yangyang was busy with sweat and flour, so he went to take a shower again.

It was a really fulfilling day.

After taking a shower, Lang Yangyang saw Zhuang Shuo sitting on the sofa looking at his mobile phone, which seemed to be a shopping software page.

"I'll go to bed first." Lang Yangyang said.

Zhuang Shuo was fascinated, and only then did he find that Lang Yangyang had come out, and put away his phone weakly, "Oh, okay." ”

Lang Yangyang was puzzled, and turned back to the bedroom step by step, and just lay down, he heard the sound of water in the bathroom again.

"Strange...... He also washed a second time. ”

But he was so tired, Lang Yangyang was dizzy within a few minutes, and when Zhuang Shuo hugged him, he opened his eyes in a daze: "Huh? ”

"Are you tired?" Zhuang Shuo's voice was low. 、

Lang Yangyang turned over and faced Zhuang Shuo, "Well, what's wrong?" ”

Zhuang Shuo was silent for a moment, stretched his hand under the pillow and said, "It's okay, go to sleep, I'm really tired today." ”