salt by salt

"No matter how authoritative the book is, it may not be all right. Everything must be judged according to the actual situation. If all go in this prescribed direction, wouldn't the life experience of the predecessors be meaningless?"

Song Cheng said seriously, "So Jun Yan, have you thought about frying potatoes in a different way?"

I stretched out my arms and threw the potato slices into the oil pan, standing farther than Song Cheng who seemed to be holding up the fire extinguisher at any time, he looked at the oil splattered pan: "I really feel like this is not right will succeed..."

"Why can't I succeed? I've tried many times. You can trust me." The oil star fell on the back of my hand and I grinned in pain. It was when the nanny prepared all the materials and the oil pan was hot just waiting for me to turn the shovel. After several failed attempts, I still held on to my face and said, "I don't look like a veteran now. It’s because I’m not familiar with your kitchen, besides, you don’t want to demoralize our side, can you increase your prestige?”

"But it looks very dangerous now... Jun Yan Jun Yan, quickly pick up the potatoes, they will be burnt...!"

"I KNOW I SEE IT - BOY GO GO HOT!!"

"Come on, give me the spatula..."

"Song Cheng, don't touch the pot!"

"Hey hey-"

Half an hour later, Song Cheng sighed and applied burn ointment to me.I squinted at the dark plate of what I once wanted to be called "potato chips" on the table, and my nostrils were filled with a faint burnt smell that even air fresheners could not completely dispel.He lowered his head, carefully and helplessly applied cold ointment to my arm with a cotton swab: "Why are you so stupid, don't you know how to hide?"

"It's just so big, do you want me to dodge it and splash it on you?" I pretended to say nasty words plainly, and quietly observed his reaction, "Your skin is so beautiful, I don't want to part with it."

He lowered his eyes and seemed to have no reaction, but I felt his fingers tightening slightly while holding my wrist, the pads of his fingers were warm and dry.I couldn't help snickering in my heart, and heard him say softly: "It's better to splash on me-does it hurt?"

In fact, I didn't feel anything at all. This little pain was nothing, it was more painful than it was.But I still twitched the corners of my mouth and put on a forced look: "A little bit."

"Can it stop hurting? It's all blistered."

There was obvious distress in Song Cheng's tone. Apart from the smell of burnt potatoes in the air now, there was also an unresolved ambiguous atmosphere, which seemed very suitable for caressing his face and giving him a deep kiss.But this is not the best time, it would be too cheap to deliver it yourself, it is better to be a naive boy and enjoy this beautiful moment.Still have to wait, wait until he can't sit still, until he finally finds himself unable to control himself, before he can reap the sweetest and most fragrant ripe forbidden fruit, and hold this flying butterfly in the palm of his hand.

"Try again next time." I said casually, "I can succeed in my own home."

"Next time I'll serve it up, and you'll be in charge of eating it." Song Cheng's nose bridge is extremely beautiful. Although he is a complete Chinese, it has a perfect curve like a mixed race. It is difficult for a painter to draw, and there is no sloppy surprise. The last stroke is a meticulous creation of God.From my point of view, with his long and curly eyelashes, he is a stunner in the world.Unaware of my fiery eyes, he talked about cooking and household chores.

Violence.I thought from the bottom of my heart, although I enjoyed Song Cheng's food very much, but letting such a baby who was supposed to lie on the bed every day wear an apron to fry potatoes in the cramped kitchen would be struck by lightning.Fortunately, I only visit his house once a week, and the number of times is not too frequent.

At the perfect moment my phone rang inopportunely, as my left arm was receiving a patient and slow application of medicine in Song Cheng's hands, and I had to answer in front of him.I dawdled and pretended that I couldn’t find the phone, and fumbled in each pocket with one hand. At the same time, I prayed that the caller would wink and hang up during this time. Unfortunately, the caller was really persistent, and I only had four pockets. Looking for a phone Looking for two or three minutes is too suspicious.

Song Cheng continued to take the medicine seriously, I took out my mobile phone and scanned my eyes - it was Andre calling, I'll go fuck Andre, you little bastard who doesn't understand the situation - while slowly connecting through with a gentle voice Phone: "Hello?"

"When will you come back?" I put all my heart and soul into Song Cheng. I haven't slept with Andre very much recently. I only know that he often goes out on dates. I probably learned a lot of Chinese in bed, and my spoken language has improved a lot.He said coldly on the other end of the phone, "I'm hungry."

"Later, um, later." I said vaguely, "There is something to eat in the refrigerator, you can warm it up."

"I don't want to eat." Andre has always been capricious and eccentric, "Where are you?"

"A friend's house." Andre used to hang up the phone within three sentences, but now I don't know if his spoken English has improved and he wants to find someone to practice. He talks a lot. I just want to hang up the phone quickly, "What's wrong?"

"Do you have friends?" He asked sincerely. I couldn't figure out whether he was being sarcastic or simply didn't understand the changeable Chinese context, so I answered patiently: "Okay, I'll be back soon."

"Is your brother?" Song Cheng asked. In his knowledge, "Jun Yan" only had a younger brother who was "frail and sick and lived at home for a long time", and "Jun Yan" was gentle and kind.I responded, dutifully playing the role of Jun Yan who "loves my brother like my life", and said to the phone: "Hang up, I love you."

"Your brother is very attached to you, the relationship is really good." Song Cheng raised his head and smiled at me, "I'm really envious, I have never experienced the feeling of having brothers and sisters."

I recalled the way Andre slammed the door coldly with his lipstick-covered shirt open every morning, and his firm abs when he fucked me on the bed, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, our relationship is true." It's fine - but he's just too weak."

"Are you in a hurry to leave? It's too late for you to go back. How about I make two meals and you can take them back and eat with him. If you are not in good health, it is best not to eat meals that have been heated in the microwave." I retracted my arms, and he stood Get up and clean up the medicine on the table, and said considerately, "It will be ready soon, just wait for me."

"Is it okay? Thank you so much, he will definitely like it." Looking at Song Cheng's slender figure, I put my other hand on my chin and said, "Song Cheng, you are so kind."

"Stop praising me."

When Song Cheng was cooking, I sent a message to Andre: heat up the meal by yourself or order takeaway, and you won’t have anything to eat when I come back.

Save the extra portion for tomorrow's breakfast.