Rice bug

That night, Lin Dong didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and went to the kitchen with his clothes on.Zhang’s kitchen is quite big, with two large pots on a large stove in the middle, corn cobs and meat sausages hanging on the wall, and several bags of rice piled up under the wall, one of which is open and half-peeled rice inside. Corn kernels, and a small basket next to it, with cabbage, radishes, green onions, and potatoes in it...

It looks like it is more complete than a restaurant. Why can't you cook a table of good dishes?

Lin Dong strolled around the kitchen, counting the seasoning jars, soy sauce, salt, sugar...

Look again, there is nothing else.

Lin Dong finally understands that even a god-level chef can't cook anything delicious if there are only dishes without ingredients.

He shook his head, turned around and found the side of the rice vat, stepped on the small bench, lifted the wooden cover of the house and looked inside.

The white rice, the aroma, immediately hit the face.

Lin Dong raised the corner of his mouth, the depression in his heart these days finally disappeared.He lightly put the wooden lid aside, tiptoed and was rubbing a handful of rice with his hands when he coughed suddenly behind him.

He was so startled that he almost fell into the rice jar.

Looking back, there was a tall shadow at the door with his back to the moonlight, and the shadow stretched very long on the floor. Looking at the figure, who is it not Zang Feilong?

Lin Dong grinned dryly, "Aren't you asleep?"

"You made such a big commotion, who is still awake?" Zang Feilong walked in with a half-smile and hands behind his back.

Lin Dong narrowed his eyes, "Nonsense, where did I make such a big noise?"

"I woke up as soon as you got out of bed." Zang Feilong said, pointing to his ear triumphantly, "It's amazing here."

Lin Dong didn't talk nonsense with him, he turned his head and picked up a handful of rice and sniffed it like a puppy.

Zang Feilong stood aside and looked at him for a while, wondering: "It smells good?"

"It's okay." Lin Dong sniffed it out of breath, took another handful and continued to sniff, and repeated this three or four times before saying, "Why don't you also smell it?"

"I don't have this quirk." Zang Feilong shook his head, "What kind of habit do you have? When did you have it?"

"It was there a long time ago." Lin Dong threw the rice, clapped his hands, his hands were covered with white dust, "When I was young, I followed my mother to help every day, watching the adults harvest the rice and then pound the rice, The child had no energy in his hands and couldn't lift the mallet, so he squatted aside and watched. The white rice came out after the rice bran was removed. At that time, he thought it was fun. When his mother collected a small basket, he chased and helped pour it into the rice tank Yes, the sound of rice grains hitting the rice vat is very exciting."

Lin Dong seemed to be recalling those days, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was as soft as the moonlight outside the house, "reach out and touch it, it's cold, sometimes crisp, sometimes soft, and it will be printed on the palm of your hand when you squeeze hard. There are grains of rice, a little painful, but I liked the touch at that time. Later, I found that it smelled moist, and it was not the same. I gradually developed the habit of smelling rice. At that time, I ran from house to house. Go knock on other people's doors, lie on the rice vat and smell it."

Lin Dong smiled and said, "I'm still being called a puppy by my mother."

Seeing that he was talking excitedly, Zang Feilong didn't interrupt him.He seldom heard Lin Dong talk about the past, but it was very interesting to listen to.

Imagine, a child must have been soft and waxy when he was a child, maybe even more buns than now, with a small white face and black hair, and he ran to knock on the neighbor's door with short hands and short feet, just to smell other people's house The smell of rice.

Zang Feilong was funny, he stretched out his hand to hold the child's hand, and wiped the dust off his hands with the hem of his clothes.

Lin Dong glanced at him, and said slowly: "I got used to it later, and I also feel that when I stay by the rice, my mood is very easy to calm down, and I can think about nothing."

Zang Feilong scratched his nose, "It's really not wrong to call it Mi Chong."

Lin Dong curled his lips, and blinked at him, "Have you thought it through?"

"Aren't you thinking about it?" Zang Feilong looked at him, "Otherwise you wouldn't stay up in the middle of the night to smell the rice."

Lin Dong turned his eyes to look at the rice, and suddenly felt hungry, "I want to eat."

Zang Feilong rolled up his sleeves, "I'll make it for you."

Lin Dong looked at him, "You will?"

"A joke." Zang Feilong curled his lips, "I still know how to cook noodles."

Lin Dong was amused, looked around in a blink of an eye, and clapped his hands, "Then make a bowl of fried egg noodles!"

Zang Feilong rolled his eyes and thought of something else, "How about some sausage?"

"Excellent!" Lin Dong immediately yelled and came down.

On the treetops on the moon, late at night.

Two figures were busy in the kitchen.Exactly, only one person is busy.

Lin Dong moved a small bench and sat on one side, resting his cheeks with both hands, watching the tall figure in front of him turn around.

Zang Feilong jumped up to the roof with ease, cut off a small section of sausage, washed it, threw it into boiling water, covered it and waited for it to boil softly, the pot on the other side was also boiling water, and he was still in the basket Turn over the green vegetable leaves, wash and pick them, and throw them into a bowl.

Lin Dong raised his eyebrows, "Not enough water?"

"It's the last time." Zang Feilong said like a chef, "It's time to cook it down now."

With that said, go to the skin again.

Lin Dong shook his head, "The water boiled too early, and it will be dry by the time you cut the noodles."

Zang Feilong laughed: "It's not my firewood that wasted."

Lin Dong sat in front of the stove, took a small tong to add to the fire, and at the same time found a small fan to fan the wind.

Zang Feilong rolled up his sleeves, and kneaded the dough until his whole body was covered with white dust. There were spots on his cheeks, on the tip of his nose, on his temples, and the most bizarre thing was that he also had spots on his elbows.

Lin Dong looked amused, but seeing that Zang Feilong was rarely serious, and his profile under the candlelight showed a different gentleness than usual, his heart skipped a few times.

He turned his face away, holding the small fan, a little dazed and absent-minded.

Zang Feilong kneaded the dough and flattened it with a wooden stick, then took a knife and began to slice the noodles.

Lin Dong suddenly said: "Do you know that there is a kind of noodles called ramen?"

"Hand-Pulled Noodle?"

"The characteristic staple food in the Northwest." Lin Dong said: "A person with good craftsmanship can pull such a thick dough into a hair-thin noodle, and then cook it to eat."

Zang Feilong was surprised, "How powerful is that?"

"It's cleverness." Lin Dong said: "While shaking, wipe the dust at the same time. Humidity and hardness are very important. If you don't pay attention to it, it will break."

Zang Feilong nodded, "Have you eaten?"

"It's just heard." Lin Dong said: "I think it's amazing. There are always foods that you can't imagine on this land, whether it's peppers, green onions, ginger and garlic. Tell me, why does anyone know that they can be used for eating? ? Can it match such a beautiful taste?”

Zang Feilong smiled wryly, "It's hard for me, how do I know something you don't even know?"

Lin Dong shook his head, thoughtfully, "Some things, if you don't do it, you won't know it. You don't know until you get the result and do it."

Zang Feilong glanced at him suddenly, "Then what do you think our result is?"

Lin Dong was taken aback, "What?"

"You, me." Zang Feilong raised his hands covered in white flour, pointed at Lin Dong, and pointed at himself, "What is our final result?"

A picture of parting ways suddenly flashed in Lin Dong's head. It may be that he retired after success, or he may be blood-stained with this person.

But there is no picture of the two of them together.

Seeing that he was silent, Zang Feilong turned his head to cut the noodles again. The kitchen fell silent, and he heard the sound of the knife on the chopping board, aggressive.

Lin Dong didn't know how to answer the question for a long time.Zang Feilong said: "If I don't take revenge and stay far away from Haotian, will you stay with me in the camp at Zuoshantou?"

Lin Dong said, "If you don't trouble him, he will trouble you sooner or later. One day your Zuo Shantou will be taken over by the bandits."

The sound of the knife suddenly paused, and then became aggressive again as if nothing had happened.

Zang Feilong smiled lightly: "Although he looks down on Zhang Zijian, at least he is right about one thing."

Lin Dong frowned suspiciously, and heard Zang Feilong say, "I can't give you anything."

To put it bluntly, the stable place that he thought could be given to him was in the hands of others.

When Haotian wiped out his dissidents and no one can control his power, he will be the one who will be unlucky.

No matter which one you choose, you will end up dying.Thinking about it now, Lin Dong was indeed wronged a bit, and he was dragged in by himself so inexplicably.

Lin Dong looked at the red fire in front of him, fanned it with a fan, and it burned more and more vigorously, but if no firewood was added, it would not be able to burn again, but if too much firewood was added, the flames would extinguish faster.

You can't stir it with pliers, if you turn it over, the sparks may jump, or it may go out.

Use straw stalks to burn vigorously but quickly, and use wood sticks to burn slowly but burn for a long time. If you are not careful, the sparks may be pressed under it, and you think it is extinguished, but as long as you put the grass stalks in, it will immediately rekindle. .

"Do you believe in fate?" Lin Dong asked suddenly.

Zang Feilong started to go down, casually: "Huh?"

"Maybe my carriage will be intercepted by Brother Shan, it will be my fate." Lin Dong said slowly: "So meeting you is fate."

Zang Feilong was taken aback, and turned to look at him.

The child's face was dyed red under the firelight. He put the fan on the ground, stood up and pulled the clothes draped over his shoulders.

"Since it is destined, I am not afraid to let it go, but I am afraid that I will regret it later."

Zang Feilong put all the noodles into the pot, and the bubbles that were still tumbling at the beginning subsided temporarily.It was as if the restlessness in his heart had been calmed down.

"I won't put you in danger."

He turned around, took the child's hand, found the little finger that he had kissed that day, and stroked it gently.Lin Dong looked at him, and something flashed in his eyes. He didn't care, but concentrated on holding the child's hand and kissing it again.

"This is my second commitment."

Lin Dong looked at him, "What's the first promise?"

Zang Feilong smiled, "Secret."

Lin Dong curled his lips and wanted to withdraw his hand, but the man did not let go.

The white flour in his hand touched Lin Dong's hand, and it felt sticky to the touch, as if something was stuck between the two of them.

Zang Feilong took a step forward and lowered his head. His back blocked the moonlight outside, and when he lowered his head, half of the moon was just exposed.

Lin Dong stared blankly, and subconsciously wanted to back away, but he didn't move for some reason.

The warm kiss fell like this, and the white face of Zang Feilong's face was also stained on the tip of Lin Dong's nose. When Zang Feilong raised his head, both of them became cats.

Zang Feilong's eyes were shining brightly, and there was something called hope that made Lin Dong tickle like a cat in his heart.

"It's not too late for you to tell me your answer after everything is over," Zang Feilong said.

Lin Dong turned his face away, "The answer is no answer..."

"I'm not qualified to ask you to promise me anything now." Zang Feilong stretched out his hand to wipe off the white ashes on Lin Dong's face, but he forgot that he also had it on his hand, and it became more and more wiped off.

"If you want to leave one day, I won't stop you."

Lin Dong glanced at him, "A gentleman is quick to speak."

After a pause, he added, "There is also my cheat book, don't forget."

Zang Feilong smiled: "I can't forget...how about I learn all the cheats in the future, and I will make whatever you want to eat."

The corner of Lin Dong's mouth twitched unconsciously, "Before that, you'd better see if your sausage is ready."

The author has something to say: This is half the story, the two of them actually know it well, but now is not the best time.Because the future is too unpredictable.

Zang Feilong also understood a lot, and saw a lot of his position and reality.I personally think that whether a person is stupid or smart depends on whether he will make a second mistake on the same thing. =w=~ We are optimistic about the big flying dragon! (I will join v tomorrow, I hope everyone will continue to support~)