Meng Xing couldn't defeat Wen Rulan. Although he didn't think it would be needed at the moment, the money belonged to Wen Rulan, and he had no position to stop Wen Rulan from buying it.

It's just...he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. Especially after the sales clerk scanned all the food in the cart, he suddenly discovered that there was a box of condoms in the shopping cart, and the condoms were bought by two men. When Meng Xing's expression suddenly became exciting, Meng Xing was embarrassed. turned his head.

The collector's eyes briefly paused on Wen Rulan and Meng Xing. He followed his professional ethics and didn't ask or look too much.

"One thousand three hundred and fifty-four yuan, card or cash?" the sales clerk asked with a normal expression.

However, he was just pretending to be business as usual, people are gossips, and he was full of curiosity about the relationship between the two men.

Wen Rulan's business as usual is truly business as usual. He doesn't shy away from this kind of thing at all, and he never cares about what others think. He handed over his bank card, and after paying the bill, he and Meng Xing picked up a shopping bag and walked out of the supermarket.

The two got back on the snowmobile again, put the food in the back seat, and started home.

The road was very empty. Except for the occasional red lights, they had a smooth journey and arrived at their home in ten minutes.

The heating equipment can be remotely controlled. As early as when she got off work, Wen Rulan turned on the heating system at home to preheat it. As soon as she entered the house, the warmth that was different from the cold outside hit her face. The two took off their heavy clothes at the door. jacket, leaving only a thin shirt.

Meng Xing took the food directly to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and asked, "Making braised prawns, braised pork ribs, and steamed sea bass?"

These were the dishes they decided on when they bought the ingredients. Wen Rulan nodded and added a few more vegetarian dishes: "Stir-fry some more broccoli, tomatoes and mushrooms."

"Okay." Meng Xing agreed. He was as decisive as if he were a master chef who could cook everything.

But in fact, he can't do anything.

His talent has never been in cooking, and he has never worked hard. But he has a blind confidence that he can make it by himself just by looking at the recipe. Wen Rulan is equally blind.

There were only two of them, but they prepared a table of dishes because they thought cooking was easy and they could learn it by looking at the recipes.

Facts have proved that there are thresholds for the 360-year career, and being a chef is not that easy. Both Meng Xing and Wen Rulan, who has made many achievements in scientific research, hit this threshold when they started cooking seriously for the first time.

They haven't even started cooking yet, but they have encountered setbacks just in handling the ingredients. For braised prawns, before putting them in the pan, you need to remove the tentacles, then pick out the shrimp lines, and finally open the backs to facilitate the flavor.

It sounds very simple, but it turns out to be difficult when you actually do it. Meng Xing and Wen Rulan worked half and half together, and it took nearly an hour to process the shrimps.

The instructional video shows a very simple process of picking with a toothpick and swiping the knife on the back of the shrimp easily. It only takes five seconds. However, for people who have no knife skills at all, it is particularly difficult to operate. The shrimp itself is not big and the back is slippery. , you have to cut carefully so as not to hurt your hands.

Finally, I finished cutting it without any trouble, but I found that the back of the shrimp was crooked and not at all as neat and beautiful as it looked on the screen.

As ugly as it is, the shrimps handled by Meng Xing and Wen Rulan each have their own ugly ways, so neither of them laughed at the other, and just started to heat the oil in the pot as if nothing had happened.

There was water on the shrimp, and the moment it was poured into the pan, the hot oil exploded, making a crackling sound and oil stars flying. Meng Xing had been burned before. When he saw the posture of the frying pan, he immediately pulled Wen Rulan back, avoiding the frying pan like a bomb.

When the noise in the oil pan gradually subsided, he asked Wen Rulan to wait where he was, then he held the pot lid in front of him like a shield and took a look into the pot.

Meng Xing felt bad when he saw it. The prawns should have been fried over low heat. He originally remembered to turn down the heat, but as soon as the oil pan fried, he forgot everything. When he and Wen Rulan backed away , the fire is always on. And when he came back again, it was already too late.

Meng Xing turned off the fire in silence, and Wen Rulan followed. He also glanced into the pot, and then fell into the same silence as Meng Xing.

This pot of shrimps was probably beyond saving. The two of them dumped the shrimps in silence, looked at the ingredients that had not yet been processed, and finally thought about the Haikou they had boasted about before.

Work left at 5:30, and it was only 7 o'clock when I got home from shopping in the supermarket. But they had been making shrimps for an hour, and frying shrimps for a while longer. It was already half past eight, and they hadn't even come out with the first dish.

If they really had to finish all the remaining dishes... they probably wouldn't be able to eat tonight.

After a long silence, Meng Xing was the first to speak: "How about... let's make it simpler and make a sandwich?"

"Okay..." Wen Rulan agreed.

All of a sudden, it changed from big fish and meat to a simple sandwich. It was like going from a five-star hotel to a street food stall. This dinner dropped several levels in a row.

But when the sandwich was really ready, Meng Xing was still very moved by eating it. There is no better food than a sandwich. It's simple and quick, just toast the bread, cut a piece of tomato and lettuce, fry a piece of ham, and finally sandwich them together, and you're done.

Although Wen Rulan said nothing, Meng Xing could tell that he felt the same way. After the experience of fried shrimp, neither he nor Wen Rulan would have the idea of ​​cooking by themselves in the short term.

After the two of them finished their dinner, they went to wash pots and dishes together. Meng Xing was responsible for washing out the foam, while Wen Rulan was responsible for washing off all the foam on the plate.

After Meng Xing finished washing a dish, he handed it to the sink next to him. Wen Rulan also took the dish very naturally and started washing it. I can't say they did a good job at washing, but they worked together very well.

The kitchen was quiet, neither of them spoke, there was only the sound of clinking dishes and running water, it was normal, like an ordinary couple.

Wen Rulan originally thought that this dinner was a failure, but now he suddenly didn't think so anymore. Cooking dinner together is not about making a sumptuous meal, the focus is on the process of cooperation and getting along.

While he was washing the dishes, he glanced at Meng Xing who was working hard to wash out the foam beside him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve.

When Meng Xing handed over the new dishes, he saw the smile hanging on the corner of Wen Rulan's mouth. He asked strangely: "Why are you smiling?"

"Nothing." Wen Rulan replied. But after he answered, he was still smiling.

Meng Xing was confused. When he was washing the dishes next, he couldn't help but glance at Wen Rulan secretly several times, just to understand why the other party was smiling.

As a result, when he peeked one time, Wen Rulan caught him. Their eyes met. It was not clear whether it was to relieve the embarrassment or something, and Meng Xing also laughed.

Once this smile was raised, they never put it down. The two of them kept smiling, not knowing what they were enjoying about such a boring task as washing dishes.

After cleaning up the kitchen, it was already past nine o'clock. It's getting late, so it's time to go to bed after taking a shower.

The master bedroom and the side bedroom are both equipped with bathrooms. Wen Rulan went back to the master bedroom to wash up, and Meng Xing also went to his own room.

After taking a shower and changing into pajamas, he should have gone to bed as usual, but... Meng Xing was a little hesitant. Should he sleep with Wen Rulan tonight?

The relationship has just been confirmed. Logically speaking, we should get along for a while before moving to the step of living together. But they... before the relationship was confirmed, they had lived together many times and kissed many times. It seemed that they no longer needed to follow these ordinary steps?

Moreover, he has been single for more than 20 years and suddenly has a boyfriend. Meng Xing also hopes to get close to him. He either doesn't want to do anything really, or he just wants to stay with him.

But if he took the initiative like that, wouldn't it seem...too irritable?

Meng Xing sat on the bed and struggled, but soon, he no longer had to struggle. Before he could decide whether to go to see Wen Rulan, Wen Rulan had already arrived at the door of his room.

Wen Rulan had also just washed and her hair was not completely dry yet. He was wearing pajamas and carrying a bottle of wine and a wine glass.

He entered Meng Xing's house and closed the door behind him.

"Are you drinking so late at night?" Meng Xing looked at the wine glass in Wen Rulan's hand and reminded, "Don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

"Drink less to help you sleep." Wen Rulan was always reasonable. He sat on Meng Xing's bed, opened the wine bottle, and poured himself a glass.

Meng Xing didn't like drinking, but he recognized that the bottle of wine Wen Rulan brought was the best-selling one he had drunk in the pub before, called "Drunk Life, Dreams and Death".

The ice-blue wine swayed in the cup, bringing back Meng Xing's memories of the last time he drank this kind of wine. This wine is spicy, but also very warm. On such a cold day, drinking a glass of it can warm your whole body.

Meng Xing was a little greedy, but Wen Rulan only brought one cup, and it seemed that she was only planning to drink it for herself. He blamed it jokingly: "Why did you come to my room to drink without thinking of sharing some with me?"

Hearing this, Wen Rulan smiled meaningfully: "Of course I wanted to share it with you."

As he spoke, he drank the wine in the glass.

None of this was given to Meng Xing. Meng Xing was not sure why, but he saw Wen Rulan suddenly put down the wine glass, then pinched Meng Xing's chin with her fingers, pulled Meng Xing close to him, and then kissed her.

This was an extremely hot kiss, hotter than all the previous kisses. Because in the entanglement of lips and tongues, all the wine in Wen Rulan's mouth was transferred to Meng Xing's mouth.

Some of the wine flowed out from the gap between the lips and tongue, and some flowed into Meng Xing's throat. He once again tasted the taste of "drunken life and dream of death", but it was not the same as the last time he drank this wine.

Apart from being choking, the wine seemed to have an extra sweetness. I don't know if this wine has a new taste, or... this sweetness just comes from the person who is kissing him deeply.

No matter what the answer was, Meng Xing was immersed in the sweetness of the moment, as was Wen Rulan. They hugged each other and kissed each other passionately.

After a long time, they separated again.

The breaths of both parties were somewhat disordered. Meng Xing was trying hard to even out his breathing and lower his excessively high body temperature again.

Wen Rulan had no intention of cooling down. He suddenly took out something from his pajamas pocket, which was a condom he bought in the supermarket before.

Meng Xing was stunned. Before he could react, Wen Rulan had already put the condom in his hand.

At the same time, Wen Rulan spoke and only said two words.

"Do it." He looked at Meng Xing.

作者有话要说:感谢在2020071600:22:442020071703:00:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thank you to the little angel who threw the mines: Master Renzi 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Qin'a wine; 1 bottle of Xunyou;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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