On Rickshaw Pullers and Lecturers

Chen Goudan is watching the pot. To be precise, he is watching the white fungus soup boiled in the pot at his Mr. Zhou's house.

Mr. Zhou was persuaded by some female teacher yesterday, bought a bunch of white fungus and red dates, and asked him to come over for lunch today.

He was a little moved.

He was very excited.

He immediately agreed and did not give Mr. Zhou a chance to repent.

Will you eat the rice cooked by Mr. Zhou?Or eat Mr. Zhou?If Mr. Zhou can't move, he can do the cooking for him. If he cooks for his wife, he will be very happy!Like a bee hiding in a flower, he was very happy.

However, the reality is a little different from what Chen Goudan imagined.

Mr. Zhou covered his black face and rushed out of the kitchen. When he saw Chen Goudan, he called out his name very regretfully, and said, "Zhicai, I, I don't seem to know how to cook..."

Zhou Long stuttered a bit. He never thought that cooking is such a difficult thing. When he was studying, he always ate western-style food with bread, boiled potatoes and eggs. The only time I have touched the kitchen is when my colleagues borrowed his kitchen to cook a few bowls of noodles.

Now, he found that the kitchen is a magical place. When the fire started, after all, coal is a docile thing, so he put the pot on it, but after a while, he poured the oil in and the vegetables in it... he was in such a hurry, he was really embarrassed .

He smiled resentfully, then Chen Goudan approached Zhou Long muffled, and gently wiped the dust off his face with his thumb.

"It's okay, Xing, Xingshun." Every time he talked to Mr. Zhou, he stammered, really, "I, I come."

Hearing his own words, Zhou Long froze for a moment, and then felt the gentle touch on his face.

The eyes were filled with a smile immediately.

"Okay, I believe in Zhicai, in the future, how about teaching me how to cook?"

"When, of course!"

Chen Goudan put down his hand shyly. For some reason, he put his hand on it just now to wipe Mr. Zhou's face.

It feels really good down there.

Really, really worthy of his favorite Mr. Zhou, everything is good there.

Although it's a little hard to cook.

Looking at the bubbling white fungus soup, Chen Goudan rubbed his head and giggled for a moment.

Then, he hurriedly took out the pot with a wet towel next to it and put it away.

Soon, he will be able to have dinner with Mr. Zhou.

Just like a real couple.

Really.

Suddenly, Chen Goudan felt a little lost again, and then he shook his head, throwing away that little bit of loss.

The other dishes are ready, just wait for the pot of white fungus soup to come up, and the meal is ready!

"Mr. Zhou! Tremella, Tremella is here!"

Zhou Long looked away from the newspaper, and what he saw was Chen Goudan's red face, thick eyebrows, simple and honest eyes and thick lips, just like an ordinary peasant man, but Chen Goudan was even more Dazzling, he is not ordinary, these steaming, delicious and beautiful dishes are proof - Mr. Zhou secretly tasted a little bit of each dish just now, and he felt that it was more delicious than the dishes in the store.

He slightly bent the corner of his mouth, and stuffed the chopsticks into the hands of Chen Goudan who had just put down the tremella soup.

"It's time to eat."

He paused, then pushed a bowl of rice in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Zhicai, this meal is still made by you."

"It's really okay! It's okay! Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou", Chen Goudan looked at Mr. Zhou cautiously. He was used to doing farm work and cooking when he was a child. Anyway, he is the most unlucky of the seven children in the family. "You Why don't you eat it while it's hot, and, I, I, Mr. Zhou and Mr. Zhou are—a couple?"

Chen Goudan spoke those three words very fluently, probably he had been repeating them silently in his heart, and he was not ashamed to say them.

"what?"

When Chen Goudan heard Mr. Zhou's rhetorical question, he was a little depressed, and lowered his head, so he didn't see the other party's face suddenly flushed as red as he had been fighting in the kitchen for a long time.

He burst out laughing, making Chen Goudan raise his head.

Chen Goudan was a little puzzled, what made Mr. Zhou find it funny?Looking up, I can only see the rosy white face, really, really—it's daydream, especially for a very healthy man like him.

"Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Long finally came back to his senses. He looked at the flustered man in front of him. After thinking about it from the first time he met him, they were probably a couple.

Chen Zhicai was right.

"We're just a couple."

Mr. Zhou who said such words was just like the one he saw outside the window giving a lecture that day, earnest and attractive.

Does Mr. Zhou know that he should be matched with better people?It's not that he is a farmer who only has brute force and knows nothing, and he is not such a small person who yearns for mediocrity, but if Mr. Zhou likes him so much, he likes Mr. Zhou too, and he can't let go of anything else.

In this troubled world, nothing can be guaranteed.

"Mr. Zhou."

He showed a silly smile unlike usual, and as Zhou Long saw him for the first time, he moved over and put his lips on it.

After a deep kiss, the lazy Mr. Zhou heard his Zhi Cai say so.

He said: "Mr. Zhou, let's live together from now on. From now on, I will cook for you every day, warm your bed every day, and pick you up every day. I, I..." In the end, I still stuttered .

Zhou Long looked at the flushed face of Chen Goudan who suddenly became dumb, and nodded helplessly.

"You're done talking, and I'll say a few more words."

He told Chen Goudan seriously, and the latter closed his mouth, leaned down slightly, and assumed a listening posture.

Then, Zhou Long rubbed Chen Goudan's short hair, snickered, and whispered in his ear.

"I don't have any requirements, but if you are on the bed, don't hurt me."

Chen Goudan nodded very seriously, he didn't resist, he didn't object, he just looked at Mr. Zhou like this, and secretly kissed him again.

Then, they finished the meal with a smile.

In the future, it will be far more than just this meal.

The author has something to say:

A bit stuck, really.