Brother, this showman

When it comes to cooking, Ye Wenqing really doesn't know how to do it. Going to the kitchen for the past 30 years is nothing more than stealing food.

But now that the words have been spoken again, I can only bite the bullet and go down.

Hearing Ye Wenqing's words, Feng Lianchen paused while turning the pages of the book, raised his head in astonishment, and frowned: "Then Aunt Li's family."

"Not going!" Ye Wenqing interrupted impatiently.

Feng Lianchen slightly parted his thin lips as if he wanted to say something, but when Ye Wenqing was full of anticipation, Feng Lianchen continued to look down at the book in his hand, without uttering a single word.

It looks like it's coming for real.

Ye Wenqing kicked the stones beside his feet angrily, dissatisfied with Feng Lianchen's attitude towards him, but more for himself, what a fool!

Ye Wenqing felt that his heart was being pressed down by a huge boulder. It was so heavy that it was difficult for him to breathe, and he felt pain from time to time.

In the end, Ye Wenqing declined Aunt Li who came again, and turned to go to the small kitchen in the east yard.

The small kitchen was well-equipped, and because Feng Lianchen would go to the town to buy vegetables every three days, he could only put some in the small kitchen in the east courtyard if he couldn't fit in the kitchen in the front yard.

When Ye Wenqing walked into the kitchen, he was a little surprised to see the assortment of ingredients on the cutting board, including both meat and vegetables.

How come there are so many dishes in the small kitchen today?Even if you buy more, it won't be so much, right?Feng Lianchen clearly bought the food for half a month.

That's not how money is spent.

Ye Wenqing was unable to support his forehead, wondering if it was too much to give Feng Lianchen 50 taels of silver a month?This brat still has no sense of spending money.

He didn't dwell on it for long, and began to measure what to cook for lunch.

After much deliberation, Ye Wenqing decided to cook cabbage and braised fish for lunch.

It is not difficult for him to light a fire, but it is difficult to cook vegetables.

The iron pot was burned to the ground like a shy little girl, with a flushed face and big watery eyes, looking affectionately at Ye Wenqing.

It's a pity that Ye Wenqing had to let down the affection of the iron pot girl.

He held the spatula in one hand, and grabbed the washed cabbage in the other. The water droplets falling from the vegetable leaves excitedly ran to the iron pot girl, wanting to kiss Fangze.

Little do they know that interracial love will not end well. The hot lard in the iron pan jumps up and down in shock due to the sudden drops of water, which is more fierce than Thunder God and Lightning Mother.

Ye Wenqing's hand was splashed with hot oil, and the pain made him subconsciously throw all the cabbage in his hand into the pot, and he stepped back three steps away bewilderedly holding the spatula.

Surrounded by lush green cabbage, the pitch-black cauldron screamed uneasily.

Seeing that the vegetable leaves underneath had turned black, Ye Wenqing hurriedly stirred them with a spatula.

The man who was used to holding a sword picked up the spatula all at once, but he couldn't control the strength of his hand. With a bang, a hole was broken in the bottom of the pot, and the oil in the pot flowed down the hole.

"..."

There was no way, Ye Wenqing picked up the plate at hand, and quickly beat up the cabbage in a posture of mending after a dead sheep, regardless of whether it was cooked or not, as long as it was not dirty.

Ye Wenqing lowered his head and stared at the hole the size of a thumb in the bottom of the pot, even the flames joined in the fun.

Ye Wenqing stared at the cluster of flames in silence for a moment, wondering if he could repair the pot with magic.

At this moment, the fragrance of vegetables wafting in from outside the door turned into an invisible hand, tugging at Ye Wenqing's hungry stomach from time to time, making loud crashing sounds.

Ye Wenqing couldn't help swallowing, took a deep sniff for a while, and analyzed the aroma of which dishes it was according to his memory.

There are chicken soup with red dates, sweet and sour lotus root slices, and pork with garlic sprouts, all of which are his favorite dishes!

Ye Wenqing walked outside in a mysterious manner, until through the open wooden window of the kitchen, he saw Feng Lian easily stirring the vegetables in the pot with a spatula.

With a gust of breeze, Ye Wenqing easily recognized the scent of eggplant with minced meat.

"Senior brother." Feng Lianchen raised his head, looked over the window sill, and saw Ye Wenqing's tangled, hesitant appearance in his eyes. A light flashed in the bottom of his eyes, and he called out in surprise, "Senior brother is finished eating." ?”

"...No!" Ye Wenqing averted his eyes with backbone, and almost squeezed the words through his teeth, "You hindered me from cooking."

Feng Lianchen looked at Ye Wenqing suspiciously, with a look of bewilderment and innocence on his brows.

"That's right, that's it!" Ye Wenqing insisted, "It's because of your smell that has entered my kitchen and affected my performance! Either you close the window for me, or stop frying now, you alone People eat so many dishes, can they handle it?"

"Okay." Feng Lianchen blinked, and put down the spatula without saying a word, "I won't be firing."

"There are already five dishes, enough." He added, "Where's brother?"

"..."

The pot is broken, and the only cabbage is not sure if it is cooked, what a fart!

"...Two." Not to be outdone, Ye Wenqing replied vaguely, and slowly turned around, "Okay, I'm going to eat."

Feng Lianchen didn't stop him either, and sat down on the stone table under the tree with the dishes, holding the bowl and eating with relish, the normally dull rice became very tempting.

Then Ye Wenqing suddenly realized that he didn't steam the rice!

It's just a sin!

"Don't talk about eating!" Ye Wenqing felt more and more sad when he thought about it, seeing that Feng Lianchen didn't like anything.

Feng Lianchen ignored it, and still ate happily on his own.

Ye Wenqing lowered his head and looked at the black, yellow and green cabbage on his plate. He couldn't figure out why he could stir-fry vegetables of one color into three colors without any taste.

Because before he had time to put it, the pot broke.

The mood at this moment is more complicated than this uncooked cabbage.

Ye Wenqing looked back and forth between the feudal official under the tree and the cabbage in his hand, and suddenly felt like a fool, why should he fight for it?

It was not the first day that Feng Lianchen realized that he wanted to protect him like an eyeball, whether he cared about his body after all.What a blessing it is to have someone who cares about what you don't care about.Ye Wenqing has what others can't fix in ten lifetimes.

I'm already 30 years old, and I really don't have any energy to make myself like this in one breath.

After Ye Wenqing's deep self-reflection, the stone stuck in his heart completely dissipated, and he even breathed much more freely.

He went back to the kitchen to get the bowls and chopsticks for himself, strode over to the stone table, looked at Feng Lianchen with a smile on his face, and said, "Since ancient times, I have never seen a couple eat at the same table. This precedent."

"Dear brother, brother is wrong." Ye Wenqing held Feng Lianchen's face, and kissed him heavily, "I won't quarrel with you, and I won't drink indiscriminately in the future. I'll listen to you, and you can say whatever you want .”

Feng Lianchen paused while holding the chopsticks, his curly eyelashes drooped slightly, fluttering like butterfly wings, with desolation in the ups and downs.He glanced at Ye Wenqing quickly, then moved away immediately, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, you don't have to do this for a meal."

"It's not for this meal." Ye Wenqing sighed softly, pinching Feng Lianchen's chin to force him to meet his gaze, "I'm not going to please you just for a meal, I'm not a beggar."

"It was my fault for drinking last night, and I also realized my mistake. But you flirt with me, you don't know about me? I will flirt with others when you flirt with me. After all, you can't lose your momentum, right?"

"It's also because I drank alcohol and took the opportunity to go crazy. Those words are not sincere. I just have a guilty conscience and want to make a show with you so that you can get over this matter."

"Brother, it's my fault. I'm old enough to be confused. Don't bother with a fool like me." Ye Wenqing leaned forward and pecked Feng Lianchen's lips again, looking at him flatteringly.

"What brother said is true?" Feng Lianchen's eyes lit up.

"It's all true." Ye Wenqing nodded again and again, and kissed him hard on the cheek again.

"It's really not to perfuse me?" Feng Lianchen looked at Ye Wenqing carefully, like the expression of a little puppy picked up from the snow when it touched the stove for the first time, fearful, cautious but greedy.

Ye Wenqing shook his head helplessly, and simply held Feng Lianchen's face, and kissed it densely, changing the name every time he kissed, until the growling sound in his stomach made him stop.

"Ancestor, is it alright?" Ye Wenqing sat back in his seat exhausted, "If you still don't believe me, come back after I finish eating, I'm going to be so hungry right now."

The corners of Feng Lianchen's mouth raised uncontrollably, and the joy in his eyes couldn't be hidden, it was more dazzling than the sun in the sky.

He pushed the chicken soup in his bowl in front of Ye Wenqing, and smiled sweetly: "I've been warming it up for senior brother, let's drink it."

Ye Wenqing picked up the spoon and drank it joyfully. The sweet chicken soup with red dates flowed down the throat and flowed into the internal organs, and even the flowers in the heart were watered to bloom and bloom.

After eating and drinking, Ye Wenqing took advantage of the victory and pursued him. After praising Bomei with a smile, he generously offered himself.

The sun hangs alone in the sky, staring suspiciously at the two men leaning on the window sill and hugging each other tightly.Red flowers are blooming on the jade-like skins of the two of them, red and white alternately, from time to time they invite trickling streams to accompany them, forming an interesting contrast.

Even the dialogue between the lovers is full of joy.

"Wait! Feng Lianchen, you just... used... the sesame paste I soaked?" Ye Wenqing realized that something was wrong, and turned his head to look at the empty bowl on the table. There were only spots left on the wall of the bowl , like eyes, clearly reflecting his embarrassment at this moment.

"It seems to be, I took it by hand." Feng Lianchen didn't pay much attention, and kissed the corner of Ye Wenqing's mouth.

"You're out of your mind, aren't you? Is this how you play? You've been playing off-road more and more? Now you've made me black and sticky, and you're not afraid of sticking your son?" Ye Wenqing couldn't help it at all. Calm down, he glanced back.

"How about... try a few more times? Use my son to dilute it." It would be fatal to stop at a critical moment, Feng Lianchen endured so much that his voice trembled, he stopped talking, and leaned forward violently , had a deeper exchange with Ye Wenqing.

"I... um!" Ye Wenqing couldn't finish his words before he was shattered by Feng Lianchen's unfilial son who suddenly broke in and grew his head again.

The lingering two people leaning on the window sill looked at the sun red-eyed, and drove it away mercilessly with intermittent, affectionate pronunciation, and finally left silently with the mountains in their mouths, and very intimately called the night to accompany them.

"Come on, all the sesame paste I made went into your mouth." Ye Wenqing was propped up and sat on the harsh window sill, panting on Feng Lianchen's body, looking at his heaving black head , the breathing became more and more disordered.

"Senior brother's brew is extra sweet, I can't help it." Feng Lianchen raised his head, licked the sesame seeds on his lips, there was a galaxy hidden in his eyes, and the provocative style at the end of his eyes was enough to captivate the soul.

"That's enough, let's take a shower!" Ye Wenqing pinched Feng Lianchen's face lazily, resting his head on his shoulder weakly, and yawned, "It's almost time for bed."

"Can you...wait a little longer?" Feng Lianchen blushed, appearing a little hesitant.

"What are you waiting for?" Ye Wenqing was puzzled.

"I also made a bowl of sesame paste just now, so I can't waste it." Feng Lianchen pointed to the steaming bowl by the table, pursed his lips, and looked at Ye Wenqing flatteringly.

"... Get out!" Ye Wenqing lost his composure immediately, and felt pain all over his body, and instinctively wanted to jump off the window lattice, but was stopped as soon as he made a move.

In the end, I still took a shower, but the time was pushed back by another hour, and the two of them didn't bother to eat any supper, and fell asleep directly.

Ye Wenqing, who was half asleep and half awake, grabbed Feng Lianchen's hand, sighed, and muttered: "My dear, don't get angry with me in the future, I will listen to whatever you say."

"I'm not angry with senior brother." Feng Lianchen held his hand back, propped his head and kissed the corner of his mouth, his eyes were sly, "I just want senior brother to promise me himself."

"You!" Ye Wenqing woke up suddenly, stared straight at Feng Lianchen, was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Little bastard really has a lot of eyes."

"I bought two jars of Shuanglin Zui, brother can have a drink tomorrow."

"No, just stop drinking."

"I let my brother drink it."

"That's fine, just one cup."

"Brother, am I really a bitch?"

"You haven't finished yet, have you? Look at the marks on my body, which woman can have such great strength? Why don't you think about your son when you say this?" Ye Wenqing raised his eyelids, feigning anger He glared at Feng Lianchen.

"Senior brother, you're not just perfunctory me again, are you?" Feng Lianchen blinked and asked aggrievedly.

"Feng Lianchen, as long as I have the strength now, if I don't beat you half to death, my surname will not be Ye." Ye Wenqing closed his eyes again, too lazy to talk to this little bastard.

But he didn't want Xiao Wangbazi to change the subject and suddenly say affectionately: "Senior brother, I love you."

Ye Wenqing froze for a moment, looking at Feng Lianchen's deep eyes, his undisguised affection hit people's hearts.He raised his head and kissed Feng Lianchen's chin, and smiled slightly: "My dear, I love you too."