you are my accident

A few days later, Wang Zicai slowly recovered from his illness.During this time, he commuted to and from get off work in Shi Zhe's car every day.Although there is a driver, Shi Zhe is more used to driving by himself.Therefore, Wang Zicai pretended to be stupid and sat in the passenger seat.

What made Wang Zicai ecstatic most was Shi Zhe's almost laissez-faire acquiescence.

After work this day, Wang Zicai got into Shi Zhe's car as usual, but found that the direction was a little bit wrong. He turned his head and asked, "Aren't we going home?"

The word "home" made Shi Zhe's eyebrows twitch imperceptibly, and he replied: "Go to the supermarket." After speaking, he added: "There is no food at home."

Wang Zicai was taken aback for a moment, never expecting this answer.But thinking about Shi Zhe seriously picking and choosing from a bunch of vegetables in the supermarket, the image was so strong that he couldn't help laughing.

Shi Zhe glanced at his trembling shoulders and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Ha...it's okay." He swallowed back the half of his laughter.

Speaking of which, I'm really sorry for Shi Zhe.Although he said to help him with the housework, since Wang Zicai has zero cooking skills, Shi Zhe basically does the usual cooking.However, there is also a dishwasher to wash the dishes and chopsticks. In addition, although Shi Zhe doesn't like outsiders, he usually has a Tian's wife to clean up regularly.As a result, Wang Zicai began to live the life of a young master who was eating and waiting to die again.

Thinking of this, he said with a little guilt: "Why don't I cook tonight?"

"Will you?" Shi Zhe was suspicious.

"I can learn." Wang Zicai said calmly, "There are so many tutorials on the Internet."

"Forget it, I don't want to be poisoned to death."

Wang Zicai laughed and said, "You have to trust me. How about you teach me?"

Glancing at the eager eyes of the other party, Shi Zhe said, "Okay, I'll give you a chance."

After going round and round to the supermarket, Shi Zhe was in charge of pushing the shopping cart, and Wang Zicai was in charge of putting things in it.Quite a few shinai girls stared at them secretly, but Wang Zicai was used to it. When he peeked at Shi Zhe, he seemed to block the eyes of his surroundings, with a calm look on his face.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear some little girls talking quietly behind him.

"Look, are these two a pair?"

"I bet fifty cents, it must be!"

"Oh my god, it's so cute to go shopping together in the supermarket! And both of them have such good looks!"

"No, I'm going to faint Ancient Seven!"

"..."

Suddenly, a slightly indifferent voice sounded beside his ears: "Don't play it any more."

Wang Zicai turned his head and asked innocently, "Why?"

Shi Zhe picked up one or two packs of puffed food, put it back and said, "You just recovered from your illness. Are you dying after eating so much junk food?"

Wang Zicai's eyes widened, he quickly stopped his move, and said protectively: "No, you should leave me at least two packs."

Shi Zhe thought for a while and said, "Okay, just two packs, you choose."

Wang Zicai made a difficult choice, fighting between heaven and man, and murmured remorsefully, "I should have said three guarantees earlier."

Shi Zhe glared at him: "It's just a quarrel."

Wang Zicai chose to shut up.

Along the way, Shi Zhe asked him, "What do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, fish-flavored pork shreds, boiled fish, Kung Pao chicken, braised pork, twice-cooked pork, vinegar chicken, Dongpo fish, lotus root, chestnut roast chicken, boiled pork slices, cola chicken wings... "

Shi Zhe looked at him coldly, and pushed the shopping cart forward.

Wang Zicai followed up with a smile and said, "Okay, I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs. By the way, what do you like to eat?"

"It doesn't matter." Shi Zhe said, "Do you think everyone is as picky as you?"

Wang Zicai retorted: "Not being picky eaters doesn't mean you don't have your favorite food. You can talk about it, and I'll consider making it for you."

Shi Zhe's footsteps faltered slightly, and then he said nonchalantly, "No need."

"Really don't need it?" Wang Zicai scrutinized his expression, and chattered, "Don't mistrust me so much. As long as you teach me, I'm sure I can do well..."

"I said no need!"

Wang Zicai was taken aback by his sudden shout, and the people around him didn't know what happened, so they cast strange glances at them.Shi Zhe calmed down his emotions, rubbed the space between his brows, and said, "Let's go."

Wang Zicai saw that although he was back to normal, he still didn't understand why, so he walked behind and muttered, "What is so fierce..."

Shi Zhe hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just slowed down his pace a little.

When they got home, the two began to count the things they bought.Suddenly, Shi Zhe took out a small box from his shopping bag, held it between his fingers, narrowed his eyes slightly and asked him, "What is this?"

At that time, Wang Zicai was putting beer in the refrigerator.Hearing this, she looked back at him, "What?"

Shi Zhe shook the box and said slowly, "Durex."

Wang Zicai was shocked, and quickly explained, "It's not me!"

Shi Zhe asked back, "Who are you?"

Wang Zicai thought about it and said, "Maybe some girl thought we were a couple? Just let it in?"

"Nonsense." Shi Zhe snorted coldly, threw the things on the ground, turned and walked out of the kitchen, "Take care of yourself."

Unexpectedly, Shi Zhe didn't fly into a rage, so Wang Zicai felt relieved, and put away the condoms in accordance with the principle of reducing waste.

After packing up, the two began to prepare dinner.Shi Zhe ordered him to wash the rice, and he was in charge of preparing the sweet and sour pork ribs that Wang Zicai wanted to eat.

"Chef Shi, why are you so good at cooking?" Wang Zicai asked him.

Shi Zhe lowered his head and cut the ribs, saying: "It is difficult to eat Chinese food abroad, so I had to learn it myself."

Wang Zicai looked around and said, "But I see that your kitchen utensils are quite new. I can't tell you have this skill."

Shi Zhe said: "Usually I seldom cook by myself when I'm alone at home."

Could it be that he cooks specially because he is here?Wang Zicai was secretly delighted, and asked again: "Then why don't you tell me what you like to eat? I can make it for you."

Shi Zhe turned his head to look at him, a strange light flashed in his eyes.Seeing that he didn't answer, Wang Zicai asked, "What's the matter?"

Shi Zhe turned around as if trying to hide something, and said, "You should learn how to cook first."

"Eh." The plan failed.

After Wang Zi put the washed rice into the rice cooker, Shi Zhe asked him to come over.

"Wash the ribs first and dry them." He said, putting the ribs aside.

"En." Wang Zicai listened obediently.

"Pour oil into the pan, wait for it to heat up, saute the ginger slices until fragrant, then add the pork ribs and stir-fry."

"Oh." Watching Shi Zhe's continuous movements, Wang Zicai was inexplicable.

Why is this man so handsome?When negotiating with customers, he is handsome with full aura; when he is working seriously, he is handsome seriously;That's easy.It's uncontrollable!Wang Zicai licked his lips subconsciously, and subconsciously blurted out: "So handsome..."

Although Wang Zicai's voice was very low, it was still heard by Shi Zhe.A fleeting smile flashed in Shi Zhe's eyes, then he handed him the spatula and said, "You come."

Wang Zicai, who was in a daze, was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "I'm coming?"

"Ah."

"you sure?"

Shi Zhe gave a "tsk" sound and said impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense. I'm going to be confused."

Wang Zicai had no choice but to take the shovel and frantically flipped through the ribs in the pot.Seeing the cooking oil dancing in the pot and making crackling sounds, he couldn't help but take a step back.

Shi Zhe stood on the side doing the guiding work: "Go forward a little bit, lower your hands a little bit."

Wang Zicai had no choice but to take another half step forward.

"Hiss—" It was still splashed by oil.

Shi Zhe immediately turned off the fire, took his hand, put it into the cold water in the basin next to him, frowned and said, "Why are you so clumsy?"

Wang Zicai stared at him as he took his hand, and said absently, "It's my first time cooking."

"Forget it." Shi Zhe withdrew his hand and walked out of the kitchen.

Wang Zicai hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

"Get you some burn medicine."

After applying the scald medicine on him, Shi Zhe started the fire again and said, "Just watch me do it."

"Ah."

Shi Zhe fried the ribs until they changed color, and said while adding seasonings, "Put one spoonful of cooking wine, two tablespoons of soy sauce, three tablespoons of rice vinegar, and four tablespoons of sugar, do you understand?"

"clear."

Wang Zicai stood beside him, watching his movements, and suddenly felt that it was a good feeling for the two of them to cook and stir-fry together.There is a feeling that he would like to call "home".

"...then simmer for 20 minutes on medium-low heat, add salt, and then turn on high heat to collect the juice..."

"Shi Zhe, I'll help you cook in the future." Wang Zicai said suddenly.

Shi Zhe glanced at him and said, "Look at your performance."

Wang Zicai smiled and said, "Then I will take it as your consent."

Shi Zhe said disdainfully, "Who burned his hand just now?"

Wang Zicai coughed lightly and said, "That was an accident."

"Tsk."

"..."

After dinner, Shi Zhe went back to his study to continue working, and Wang Zi had nothing to do. He could only watch soap operas at eight o'clock to pass the time.

"You listen to me explain..."

"I don't listen I don't listen!"

"..."

Alas, different TV series, the same routine, is simply boring.

Wang Zicai propped his head, his eyelids drooped, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

When Shi Zhe went downstairs to make tea for himself, he found Wang Zicai curled up on the sofa, motionless.

"Get up." He didn't wake up until Shi Zhe kicked him gently.

Wang Zicai yawned lazily, but still didn't move, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Shi Zhe frowned and said, "Are you a pig? You sleep every day."

"I don't have it." Wang Zicai retorted, "It's because the TV series are too boring."

"Go back to your room and sleep." Shi Zhe looked down at him condescendingly, "Do you want to catch a cold again?"

Wang Zicai rolled his eyes and said pitifully, "My legs are numb and I can't get up."

Shi Zhe stared at him without saying a word.

Wang Zicai also looked at him frankly, without flinching.

After a while, Shi Zhe suddenly bent down, carried him on his shoulders, and walked upstairs.

Wang Zicai: "???"

Why is it different from what you imagined?

Wang Zicai, who was head down, exclaimed, "What are you doing?!"

While carrying him lightly, Shi Zhe said, "Didn't you say your legs are numb?"

"I didn't ask you to carry it." Wang Zicai suggested, "I think you can choose to hug or carry it."

"You can also choose to be thrown down by me and go by yourself, or continue to maintain the status quo," Shi Zhe said.

Wang Zicai gave up, and said dejectedly, "Then you should carry on."

After finishing speaking, he muttered again: "It's just not interesting."

Coincidentally, when Shi Zhe heard this, he slapped his upturned butt, unexpectedly feeling good.

There was a crisp "snap" that stunned Wang Zicai, and he shouted a little wronged, "Why did you hit me?!"

"Don't be noisy."

After a pause, Wang Zicai said again: "It's reasonable to say that it's wrong for you to hit someone when you disagree..."

At this time, Shi Zhe had already walked to the door of the guest room.He opened the door, threw Wang Zicai on the bed, and when he heard him groan, he looked down at him and said, "Because you deserve a beating."

Seeing that he seemed to be leaving, Wang Zicai struggled quickly, grabbed his sleeve, and said, "Wait a minute."

Shi Zhe turned his head, "What?"

"Today," Wang Zicai hesitated for a moment, and asked very seriously, "Did you like me a little more?"

As expected, Shi Zhe didn't answer.Wang Zicai slowly let go of his hand with a little disappointment, lay back down, and said, "Just pretend I didn't ask. Good night."

"Good night." Shi Zhe walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

There was a soft "click", separating the distance between the two of them.