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Wen Ning turned his back to Lu Huansheng. He was rarely so embarrassed and embarrassed in his life. He neither dared to turn his head to look, nor dared to leave directly. He lowered his head to look at his toes, and groaned like a mosquito: "Uncle Lu, I'll cook porridge for you."

After saying this, Wen Ning breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked straight out. Because he was too nervous, he walked out of the same hands and feet.

Behind him, Lu Huansheng was lying on his side, with a meaningful smile on his face, his eyes were gentle but also unfathomable.

Wen Ning was standing in the open kitchen, holding his earlobes with both hands, feeling that his ears were burning, but he could still hear his own heartbeat.

Which fan has never imagined that the idol is lying on his bed, naked. Although Brother Lu is not lying on his bed now, it seems to be almost the same. The scene is so exciting that ordinary people can't resist it.

"Huh—" Wen Ning exhaled a long breath, patted his cheek, and then went to the rice cabinet to get rice.

Wen Ning opened the cabinet, and then searched the Internet for how to cook porridge. After finding the answer, he took a screenshot and saved it, and then searched how many rice porridge would cost for one person.

When he was ready to work, he began to cook porridge.

Wen Ning rolled up his sleeves, thinking that the first porridge in his life would be perfect. He also planned to record a small video and send it to his brothers and parents to show off.

Only the mother in their family can cook, but Wen Ning never ate it twice. After all, the family has a specially hired chef, and the mother only goes to help the chef when the third brother celebrates his birthday, just to make fun of it.

Wen Ning strictly followed the steps in the tutorial, washed the rice, put the pot in cold water, turned on the fire, and then stood and watched.

He didn't dare to leave until the "porridge" in the pot started to boil, and the smell of rice and mist permeated the room. Wen Ning felt a little happy smelling the simple smell of rice.

If you have to say it, this is probably the smell of incense in the world.

He never seemed to have cooked a meal with the family.

In the huge manor, his room was empty and empty, every day a servant would wake him up, and then he would wash up, and then go to the restaurant on the second floor for dinner.

The family eats without talking or sleeping, and there is always only the crisp sound of dishes colliding on the dining table.

Although Wen Ning has never doubted the love of his family, he is also very envious of the family reunion scene in the movie. The family gathers around a big round table. There are no big rules. They eat and drink as much as they want, and ask a lot of questions. , always affectionate, but that kind of life is too far away from him, Wen Ning can only think about it.

Wen Ning watched the rice soup tumbling, and the rice grains were driven up and down.

He also opened the refrigerator to find out if there were any side dishes that could be served with porridge, but when he opened it, he found that the refrigerator was empty, but there were quick-frozen dumplings and glutinous rice balls in the freezer.

What does Brother Lu usually eat?

Eating out or ordering takeout?

His life is too unhealthy, right?

Wen Ning stroked his chin.

Or hire a cooking aunt?Brother Lu doesn't like having outsiders at home, so let Auntie only take care of lunch and dinner, and just come and leave on time every day.

Wen Ning stirred the uncooked porridge and felt that his idea was very suitable. He would tell Brother Lu later when he was eating.

Wen Ning did not dare to leave the porridge for the first time, and waited until he tasted it himself with a spoon and it was indeed cooked before turning off the fire and filling the bowl.

Then he opened the top cabinet to find a tray, put the porridge on the tray, and sent it to Lu Huansheng's room.

Before entering Lu Huansheng's room, Wen Ning took two deep breaths to cheer himself up.

He tasted it, and the porridge was cooked very well, not mushy, nor raw, and he didn't make any mistakes that newcomers may make. This is a perfect bowl of porridge.

Wen Ningkong didn't knock on the door, he could only shout softly at the door: "Uncle Lu, I'm coming in."

Lu Huansheng's voice was still low and hoarse: "Come in."

The door was ajar, but Wen Ning pressed his foot lightly, and the door slowly opened, and he saw Lu Huansheng sitting on the bed at a glance.

Lu Huansheng still put on his shirt and was leaning against the head of the bed. His sharp eyes were so soft that Wen Ning didn't even dare to look up into Lu Huansheng's eyes.

He walked in with small steps and put the tray on the table in Lu Huansheng's room.

After Lu Huansheng got dressed, Wen Ning dared to turn his head to look at him. It was the first time in his life that he was cooking porridge. Wen Ning needed a compliment, so he turned his head and said, "Uncle Lu, try it. It's my first time cooking porridge!"

Lu Huansheng was not going to drink porridge on the bed. He threw off the quilt and got out of bed, and walked to the table. A bowl of hot porridge was placed on the table without any pretense. The rice grains were plump and exuded a soft and sweet rice fragrance.

He picked up the spoon, took a sip, and then stood beside Wen Ning and praised: "The cooking is very good, Xiao Ning is talented."

Wen Ning was dizzy from the praise, and said with a silly smile: "In the future, I will also cook for my brothers and parents. They must be surprised."

He really wanted to show off to the world that he, Wen Ning, could cook porridge.

Lu Huansheng sat on the chair, lowered his eyebrows, and suddenly said, "Porridge is not technically difficult, why don't you learn how to cook noodles and then cook it for them."

Wen Ning said boldly, "I've already learned how to cook porridge, and I'm sure I can also learn how to cook noodles."

Lu Huansheng praised again: "Xiao Ning is great."

Wen Ningguang smirked.

He will definitely scare the family when he comes home!When he was a child, his elder brother also cooked porridge for him, and it was burnt, and the bottom of the porridge was burnt. The second brother made cookies for him, and they were also burnt. From this point of view, he should be cooked at home except for his mother. best people.

Wen Ning still remembers that when she was a child, when her mother was in a good mood, she would make cakes for them to eat. It was actually not very tasty, but Wen Ning always ate very cleanly.

Mom will smile and watch them eat.

At that time, he always felt the happiest. The only regret was that his father was always away.

Wen Ning never doubted that his father loved them, but his father was not only their father, but also the helm of the Wen family. So many people's wealth and lives were in his hands, so he could not relax at all times.

Wen Ning watched Lu Huansheng drink porridge, and his heart softened.

"Are you back from leave today?" Lu Huansheng has no rules of keeping his mouth shut. When he was in a small company in his early years, in order to get a role, he had to go to countless wine bureaus.

On the wine table, you can't take down the role by drinking, but you can't take it down without drinking.

Wen Ning nodded: "Just one night, I wrote down all the movements, and I can practice at home by myself later."

"I'll get up again tomorrow morning to cook porridge for you."

Lu Huansheng didn't refuse: "I'll ask Xiao Zhou to bring some breakfast over tomorrow morning."

Wen Ning was depressed: "Then my porridge..."

Lu Huansheng suppressed a smile: "You cook, I just asked him to bring some side dishes, what do you want to eat?"

Wen Ning: "Small steamed buns, you also need fried eggs, and if you want soft-boiled dumplings, you also need fried dumplings."

Lu Huansheng took out his mobile phone to send a message to Zhou Zhiwen, and said after sending, "Okay."

Wen Ning was happy: "Then what am I doing now?"

He wants to take care of brother Lu who is sick!He has no experience, but he can learn and gain experience.

If similar things happen again in the future, he won't have to look up information and be in a hurry.

"Go take a bath now and have a good rest." Lu Huansheng put down his spoon, and he drank a bowl of porridge blandly. There was no taste in his mouth, but his stomach was warm, and his aura softened. Unlike the Lu Huansheng that Wen Ning knew, he was more like the big brother next door, but Wen Ning's neighbor's brother in the past was not as handsome as Lu Huansheng.

Wen Ning said in frustration, "I want to take care of you."

He doesn't take care of Lu Huansheng as a pain, on the contrary, there are very few things he can do for Lu Huansheng, and once in a while, it is enough to make him feel responsible.

Lu Huansheng watched Wen Ning lower his head in frustration. He stood up and rubbed the top of Wen Ning's head with his dry and warm palms, messing up the shape Wen Ning had made during the day.

Wen Ning faced Lu Huansheng, who was only a little shorter than Lu Huansheng. The distance and height made their standing posture a bit dangerous.

It seemed that Wen Ning could kiss Lu Huansheng's thin lips as soon as he raised his head and stood on tiptoe.

Time seems to be forbidden at this moment.

Wen Ning could smell Lu Huansheng's body, it wasn't a fragrance or a bad smell, it belonged to Lu Huansheng.

He could even feel the heat from Lu Huansheng.

Wen Ning was dumbfounded, he could hear the heartbeat in his ear, it was fast and violent, and he even felt an uncontrollable pain in his chest.

It seems that the heart has its own independent consciousness, and it wants to break through the barrier of ribs and flesh and blood, jump outside the body, and show the other party its enthusiasm.

Wen Ning bent slightly, and he hurriedly said, "Uncle Lu, I still have something to do, I'm going out first."

Then he ran out of Lu Huansheng's room as if fleeing.

Everything just now was strange to Wen Ning, whether it was his heartbeat or the faint fragrance in the room.

The moment it was closed, Wen Ning covered his face.

After Wen Ning left the room, Lu Huansheng put down the spoon. He watched Wen Ning close the door, and then slowly leaned back in the chair.

It's not that Lu Huansheng has never been sick, but every time he gets sick, he doesn't want anyone to take care of him. He hates being weak, and even more resents how he shows his weak side to others.

He is also resistant to intimacy with people.

The gloomy past of his youth did not disappear because of time, but it seemed to happen yesterday.

Lu Huansheng raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and then looked at the porcelain bowl that originally contained white porridge.

Wen Ning is like a bird that suddenly broke into his world, with a pair of innocent eyes open, and he comes with a flap of wings. He is ignorant, fearless, lively and free.

And he couldn't keep Wen Ning in a cage.

A free bird will fly away one day.

Besides, a person like him is not suitable.

Lu Huansheng closed his eyes, rubbed the Qingming acupoint, and then laughed lowly at himself.

Wen Ning squatted outside Lu Huansheng's room door for a while, then stood up, patted his cheek, and prepared to go back to the room to practice dancing for a while. He was worried that Lu Huansheng would be disturbed by dancing in the living room. Although the room was not as big as the living room, it had more space That's enough.

As soon as he returned to the room, Wen Ning received a call from Jiang Heng. He was a little surprised. Jiang Heng and the others should still be training at this time. How did they get the phone?

He picked up the phone, and Jiang Heng's voice rang through the receiver. Jiang Heng: "Did you ask for leave at night? Do you have private matters or are you feeling unwell?"

Wen Ning: "My brother is sick, I will come back to take care of him."

Jiang Heng seemed relieved: "Then will you come to the company tomorrow?"

Wen Ning thought for a while: "I don't know. It depends on how he is doing tomorrow. If there is nothing wrong, I will come to the company."

Jiang Heng said "hmm" over there, and said after a few seconds: "You didn't come back after dinner, I thought you were sick, panicked, couldn't continue training, so I asked for leave and went back to the dormitory to call you."

Wen Ning was a little moved. He hadn't known Jiang Heng for a long time, and the other party cared so much about him. He could tell whether someone was flattering him or really wanted to treat him well, so he said sincerely: " Thanks."

"Are you in the dormitory now?" Wen Ning asked.

Jiang Heng exhaled: "Well, smoke on the balcony."

Wen Ning: "Are you still smoking? Smoking is bad for your health, my brother and they don't smoke."

Jiang Heng smiled: "It's not addictive, I smoke two when I'm stressed, and I'll die as soon as you say it."

Wen Ning earnestly said: "Anything that claims to relieve your worries should not be touched. If you touch it, you will become dependent, whether it is cigarettes or alcohol."

Jiang Heng: "Are you ready to sleep?"

Wen Ning said proudly: "I don't sleep, I practice dancing in the room for a while, let me tell you, I just cooked white porridge for my brother, and it was very good."

Jiang Heng smiled and said, "Can you still cook porridge?"

Wen Ning: "I checked it on the Internet, and it's not difficult at all. I learned it. In the future, I can not only cook white porridge, but also eight-treasure porridge, mung bean porridge, and seafood porridge."

Jiang Heng: "Anyway, you can't live with porridge, right?"

Wen Ning was a little embarrassed: "I can also learn other things."

Jiang Heng: "Then when will you make it for me?"

Wen Ning said without thinking: "Let's talk about it after participating in the show."

Jiang Heng didn't force it either: "Okay."

Wen Ning: "Then I'll hang up, why don't you go back to the dance studio and continue training."

Jiang Heng's voice was a little hoarse: "Listen to you."

Wen Ning hung up the phone, feeling that Jiang Heng was a little gross, but Wen Ning had met someone more gross, so he thought it was okay.

Chinese people are always a little more reserved than foreigners.

Wen Ning put the phone on the bedside table, and then began to stretch his legs.

But when he pressed his legs, he couldn't control his thoughts. Wen Ning's mind was full of the images just now. He maintained the leg pressing, his whole body turned into a sculpture, motionless.

After he was shy, he was full of complacency and pride. After chasing stars to his level, he is already a leader, right?

Moreover, Brother Lu is handsome, gentle, stable, and very dedicated. Whether he is a friend or a brother, he makes people feel safe.

Wen Ning felt that he could not slip into the abyss of danger, and had to put himself as a fan.

It is very common for fans to like idols, and sometimes even overly like idols, but you must always remember your identity.

Wen Ning patted his forehead, and said to himself viciously: "Wen Ning, you can't let your thoughts slip, you are Brother Lu's big fan!"

After teaching himself a lesson, Wen Ning began to happily practice dancing.

After practicing for two or three hours, Wen Ning went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water. He tried it with the back of his hand, and the water was just right, warm, neither cold nor hot.

He knocked on Lu Huansheng's door: "Uncle Lu, are you asleep? I'll pour you a glass of water."

Before he heard back, he thought that Lu Huansheng was still asleep, so he was going to put down the water glass and go back to his room.

However, the moment he turned around, the door behind him opened. Lu Huansheng stood behind Wen Ning and said softly, "Give me the water glass."

Wen Ning gave one command and one movement, turned around and raised the water glass up. He looked at Lu Huansheng with sparkling eyes: "I tried the water temperature, and it's not hot at all."

Lu Huansheng stretched out his hand, but his eyes were focused on Wen Ning's face, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

He didn't take the water glass, but took Wen Ning's hand holding the water glass.

The back of Wen Ning's hand was slightly cold, while Lu Huansheng's palm was hot.

Wen Ning stood still, his gaze subconsciously dodged.

He opened his mouth to speak, but something seemed to be blocking his throat.

He could feel Lu Huansheng's gaze, which made him lower his head.

Wen Ning's nose smelled that faint fragrance again——

If there is nothing, it is soul-stirring.