Nonlinear Love

After a pause, he said: "Where is this dish, this is clearly Chopin's sonata, you are the master of China."

Listening to the embarrassing numbness of the scalp, Su Lian couldn't help complaining: "...Please shut up, you are really more flamboyant than the judges of China's young masters."

Chi Wang swallowed the meat, and by the way raised his hand and filled himself with a bowl of soup: "This is a compliment from the bottom of my heart. Has anyone else eaten it besides your dad?"

"Predecessor." Su Lian simply dropped two words, picked up the bowl and took a mouthful of porridge.

Chi Xun's face was not very good for a moment, his voice was low, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You are so good to your ex, why do you want you to cook? Does he have no hands?"

That person is really a blessing, not only occupying Su Lian's first love, but also enjoying this kind of tenderness and thoughtfulness, it sounds like he has cooked more than once.

The more brains fill in the details, the more sour I feel in my heart, and the braised pork in my mouth is instantly dull.

Su Lian lifted his eyelids to look at him, and pointed out the truth: "You have hands, don't I cook for you too?"

The implication is that if you do it, you can eat it. What else do you need a bike for?

Hearing this, Chi Huang was very comfortable, and smiled: "Yes."

At any rate, the dog's ex must have never eaten before he fell in love, and this one counts as a great victory.

He curled his lips, lowered his head and took a sip of the thick soup, feeling his whole body warm and comfortable.

It was just that his eyes fell on the bowl of dark porridge, and he quickly moved away and continued to eat vegetables.

Seeing the small gesture, Su Lian opened his mouth to remind: "Don't patronize the dishes, eat the staple food too."

Chi Wang's eyebrows twitched, and he silently pushed the bowl away for a distance, avoiding looking directly: "I'm not so hungry, I'll have enough food."

Su Lian emphasized his tone: "I made it especially for you."

Especially, for you, the subtext is very obvious: don't know good or bad.

The atmosphere gradually became stagnant, and even the dust in the air did not dare to fall, for fear that a world war would break out.

It's just that such a heavy care, a humble, poor and helpless male high school student really can't bear it.

Insects are the most hated things in Chili's life, and it's not that he is afraid, but that he feels a little disgusting.

The previous health paste was just a curious taste, but now the bowl of porridge in front of you, just looking at the appearance, makes people timid.

But Su Lian would definitely not be happy if he didn't eat a single bite, and they worked hard for an hour.

In a dilemma, the arrow is on the string, and you can only close your eyes and die heroically.

With trembling hands, Chi Wang picked up the small bowl, slowly moved it to his mouth, and took a hard sip into his throat with chopsticks.

How should I put it, it was not as unpalatable as I imagined, but after chewing it carefully, I could hear the sound of the cicada chrysalis breaking open.

Just thinking about those worms being bitten and dismembered by the brain fills up, I feel nauseated for a while, and even the stomach acid will rush into my throat, which is very physical discomfort.

Seeing Chi Huang's pained expression, Su Lian didn't embarrass him any more, and reached out to hold the hand holding the chopsticks: "If you don't say anything cruel, you can eat everything? If you can't eat it, forget it."

Seeing the loss on his face, Chi Wang's heart sank, and he quickly took a few bites into his mouth with chopsticks.

Simply take it as crayfish seafood porridge, anyway, they are all animals, there is no difference.

While comforting myself, I quickly emptied the thick porridge, and soon the bowl was bottomed out.

Su Lian was shocked, this person was really cruel to him.

Chi Wang swallowed the last mouthful with difficulty, his whole face was ashen: "It's over."

Su Lian raised the corner of his mouth: "Well, I see."

Before he finished speaking, in the next second, Chi Li couldn't help rushing into the bathroom, feeling nauseous for a while.

Turning on the faucet, he raised his hand and poured a few mouthfuls of cold water into his mouth to wash it clean.

Su Lian frowned and followed, leaning against the door to look at him: "Are you alright?"

I didn't expect Chi Li's reaction to be so big. Since he was so annoying, he also said that he didn't ask for it. Why would he embarrass himself? It's really strange.

"It's okay, it's the first time I ate it, and I'm not quite used to it." Chi Wang took a breath and splashed some cold water on his face, and the lingering smell finally dissipated a lot.

He raised his hand and wiped a handful of water droplets running down his neck, closing his eyes to suppress the uncomfortable feeling.

Su Lian handed over a towel and said helplessly, "Never mind this embarrassment next time. This is not the only way to nourish the body."

"Yeah." Chi Wang pursed his lips, and his jaw was still dripping with water, with a hint of coaxing in his tone, "I just don't want to waste your mind."

The two stood by the door, and the room was narrow and close. When Chi Wang spoke, his breath fell on his face, with some warm warmth.

The voice was very soft, and Su Lian sensed an illusion of being cherished and cared for for no reason.

He was slightly stunned, recalling the first time he brought health porridge to Chi Wang, the man half-pumped on the chair, and asked him with a hostile expression if he had poisoned him, which was terribly fierce.

But now, obviously repulsive to the point of wanting to vomit, but he still swallowed it, just not wanting to make himself unhappy.

It seems that there are many emotions that have quietly changed in the day and night.

I can't tell the reason, I just feel that Chili treats him differently than before.

"Come here and drink some soup slowly." Su Lian turned around and went out, helping people refill a bowl of hot soup and put it on the table.

Chi Wang wiped the water off his face, and sat back slowly, without the cicada porridge, he could finally enjoy today's dinner.