double promise

Xie Guan managed to frighten away his rosy, willow-green flamboyant thoughts by relying on brain supplementation. He grasped the pen and practiced calligraphy for a while, and wrote Huo Mingjun's elegant and free signature with the style of modern abstraction. After writing, he picked it up and looked at it For a moment, I felt very satisfied with myself, so I put down my pen and stretched, and said, "You didn't eat dinner, okay, do you want to have supper?"

Huo Mingjun glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and found that it had been less than 15 minutes since he sat down, and he would not be a worry-free child in school. He shook his head and smiled, "ADHD."

Xie Guan said confidently: "I am lively and active."

"Yes, and you're still young," Huo Mingjun continued, "I'm growing up and need to supplement my nutrition. Does your manager know that you have supper at ten o'clock in the middle of the night?"

Xie Guanse slapped the table sternly: "Stop talking nonsense, eat or not, just one word!"

Huo Mingjun: "Eat."

The two looked at each other, hit it off, and happily went downstairs to cook.

According to the health-preserving theory circulated within the Huo family, dinner should be light and light, and no food should be eaten before going to bed. Supper and snacks are even more sinful.Huo Mingjun has lived under this kind of rules for 20 years. In addition, he doesn't care about his appetite, so he is basically insulated from such things as supper.Even if you often go out to socialize, you can't eat a few bites for dinner, and at most you can warm up a cup of milk by yourself when you get home.Because no one will take the initiative to prepare for him, what he needs, he must ask his aunt to make it now, and the enthusiasm for eating has long since been wiped out in the process of finding someone and waiting.

In fact, Xie Guan's cooking skills may not be better than the aunt who has been cooking for a lifetime, but Huo Mingjun has always liked his cooking, and even looked forward to supper.The important thing is not the mouthful of soup and bowl of rice, but because of the unique "special purpose", which means that it is almost late at night, but he is still treasured and properly kept in his heart by someone.

"I see that there is bone broth in the refrigerator, how about cooking a bowl of wontons?"

Xie Guan was much more comfortable in the kitchen than in the study.He took out a few shiitake mushrooms and a handful of shallots from the refrigerator, and dug out a packet of minced meat.Huo Mingjun came in to help him wash the vegetables, but Xie Guan didn't stop him.The two stood side by side in front of the kitchen counter, a president and a star, from image to temperament, there was nothing like a housewife, but the atmosphere was inexplicably harmonious, and there seemed to be an indescribable warmth and intimacy.

Add the minced meat with sugar, salt, light soy sauce and five-spice powder to a simmer, and mix in the chopped shallots and shiitake mushrooms.Xie Guan quickly rolled out the dough, and happily taught Huo Mingjun how to make wontons.The bone broth boiled, and when the lid was lifted, a large cloud of warm white steam rose up. Seaweed and shrimp skins were flying in the boiling soup, and the dark color of the meat filling was faintly revealed on the thin wonton skin. Pot, white porcelain bowl with a handful of green coriander on the bottom, white soup with green leaves, seaweed and red shrimp, and exquisite and plump wontons floating in the bowl. The appearance is simple, but the fragrance is alluring.

The two of them had a bowl in each hand, and they were content to eat face to face.

Although night snacks are sinful, they also bring unparalleled happiness.What is soothed by the hot soup is not only the hunger, but also all the uneasy, embarrassing and anxious, the indeterminate hesitancy to speak, and the faint and low mood.

What is hard to touch is the heart, but what is easy to conquer is the stomach.

Xie Guan probably never imagined that for the first time, he made Huo Mingjun think that "it's good to live like this for the rest of my life", not because of talent and face, nor because of chance and self-sacrifice, it was just a bowl of ordinary hot steam in the middle of the night Steaming wontons.

This foodie.

After eating and drinking, the two went back to their respective rooms, Xie Guan lived in the master bedroom last time, this time he moved into the guest room, just as he sat down by the bed, he heard someone knocking on the door outside, and said loudly: "The door is not locked. "

Huo Mingjun pushed the door open and came in, wearing a dark blue silk nightgown, and carrying a chubby...crab in his hand.

Xie Guan couldn't hold back his laughter immediately, Huo Mingjun pinched a pair of pliers and lifted the thing in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitched and asked: "How did it get to my bed?"

"I'm sorry," Xie Guan said apologetically, "It was a gift from a fan, I didn't notice it for a moment, it ran away with its long legs." As he said that, he stretched out his hand and pinched the thin legs protruding from the pillow, innocently said: " You see, after all, people have eight legs."

Huo Mingjun was so childish that he had nothing to say.God knows how frightened he was when he opened the door and saw a pink crab squatting majestically on his pillow, smiling intoxicatedly.But the culprit asked with malicious intentions: "Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

After 30 years of guarding oneself like a jade, a crab climbed into the bed, how can there be any reason for this.

Huo Mingjun looked over Xie Guan's shoulder, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a light grass green crab claw protruding from his bed, and then looked down at the cherry blossom powder in his hand, and suddenly got the mystery of it, and immediately lost his anger .

Not only did she lose her anger, but she also felt that although Crab Fan was sometimes unreliable in his words, he was very considerate and meticulous in his actions. He was really a group of understanding little angels.

Xie Guan held the other claw of the crab, and said, "Don't you like it, it looks so cute."

"..." Huo Mingjun coughed reservedly, and said hypocritically: "I never put these things on my bed, you can keep them, isn't this one a match with the one on your bed?"

He just waited for Xie Guan to say, "We have one for each of us", so that we can logically make up a couple's money.Who knew that the focus of the mallet was skewed again, and he waved the pliers at him: "If you don't let it go, you can get used to it from now on. It won't insult you, so what are you afraid of?"

Huo Mingjun: "..."

He was afraid that if he continued to chat with Xie Guan, he would choke him so that he would not be able to sleep tonight, so he swallowed his anger and carried the crab to go back to the room, Xie Guan said behind him: "Take it easy, be careful and grab the pliers off later. "

Huo Mingjun took a deep breath, pinched the pink crab under his arm with a dark face, and left.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're so arrogant," Xie Guan returned to the bed and rolled around with the grassy crab in his arms, "He said no, but his body is still very honest."

The next day’s schedule was originally only half a day in the afternoon for magazine cover shooting, and I happened to meet Wang Ruolun and Li Yan, who were shooting at the same scene.So after the filming was over, Wang Ruolun found a place, and the three of them chatted happily until midnight.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, Lin Yao called him suddenly, and temporarily added another itinerary for him, which was an indoor food show "Super Cooking Husband".The original guest was Xiao Xianrou, who was newly signed by Lin Yao, but unfortunately, he suddenly had acute appendicitis on the eve of the show and had just been sent to the hospital for surgery.This show has certain requirements for the cooking skills of the guests, and the basic level of scrambled eggs with tomatoes cannot be fooled.Not many male artists in the company know how to cook, and even fewer have outstanding culinary skills. Fortunately, there is Xie Guan, who can move it wherever it is needed.He is going to attend a charity dinner tomorrow night, and this is the highlight of his return. He was supposed to recharge his batteries and prepare for styling, but Lin Yao found him on his head, and Xie Guan couldn't refuse, so he had to agree.

When I went back to talk about this matter with Huo Mingjun at night, Huo Mingjun stopped typing on the keyboard and asked, "Red Square dinner? Is the host Taihe Sun's family?"

Xie Guan didn't know what "Taihe Sun Family" was, but he understood it earlier: "Yes, the Red Square Charity Dinner."

"That's easy," Huo Mingjun leisurely resumed typing, while saying, "It happens that I'm going to go there tomorrow night. After you finish recording the show, go directly to the company to find me. The clothes and stylist will be prepared by my side."

"Are you going too?" Xie Guan asked doubtfully, "Why didn't I hear you say it before?"

Huo Mingjun: "It was just decided."

Xie Guan: "..."

He said without confidence: "Ming Jun, you really have the potential to be a foolish king..."

Xie Guan originally thought that he would blast his "self-indulgent sentimentality" with a few words, but Huo Mingjun didn't deny it, but just gave him a deep look.

This silent and soul-stirring glance exploded a cloud of misty doubts and vague unease, and the familiar feeling of curling up in the heart returned.

No matter how straight Xie Guan is, no matter how late he is, he is not a fool after all.

How much Huo Mingjun has done for him, all kinds of words and deeds, he will remember them all in his heart.Between friends, there is a limit to being nice to a person. This kind of almost unconditional connivance that changes the itinerary just for him has obviously crossed the line.

But Xie Guan didn't feel the anger or disgust of being offended, and he didn't even pay much attention to the issue of sexual orientation. He was just stunned by the guess of "does he like me", and he was immersed in a huge loss and disbelief.But it's not a negative emotion, and there's even a bit of "so it is" realization, and a little bit of a sense of finality that's sort of natural.

He thought desperately: "What can I do, I am also very desperate..."

He walked back to the bedroom with a dazed expression. He went to bed late at first, but he couldn't fall asleep after being stimulated so much.When it was almost dawn, I only fell asleep for two hours. In the morning, I went downstairs to have breakfast with two big dark circles under my eyes.

Huo Mingjun was startled by his dejected look, he came over and looked carefully at his face: "What's wrong? Didn't sleep well or did you drink too much?"

Xie Guan was full of thoughts, and when he saw him, he wanted to sigh, but when Huo Mingjun touched him suddenly, he overreacted, and subconsciously took a step back, widening the distance between the two.

Huo Mingjun's hands froze in mid-air.

Xie Guan clearly saw a flash of astonishment in his eyes, the expression of disbelief seemed to have opened a small bleeding wound on his calm expression.

Xie Guan's heart twitched, as if being pricked by an invisible needle.

Without even thinking about it, he grabbed Huo Mingjun's hand, feeling that he had exhausted all his wits in his life at this moment: "Don't touch it, I haven't washed my face yet..."