The wind lives in this life policy

Ye Xiaofeng leaned against Feng Ce's neck for a long time, and waited until he was sure that he was calm enough before raising his head, and said with wet eyes, "Feng Ce, I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat?" Feng Ce chuckled.

"hot pot."

"it is good."

"...It's very hot, and you will be laughed at as a fool if you eat hot pot, aren't you afraid?" Ye Xiaofeng's mood stabilized, and he became interested in making people laugh.

Feng Ce looked at him and smiled, but didn't reply.

Ye Xiaofeng let go of all his joking thoughts under such gentle gaze. Finally, he took Feng Ce's right hand and clenched it tightly. He took a deep breath, "Let's go."

"it is good."

The two of them neither went back to the hotel nor found a hot pot restaurant for entertainment.Uncharacteristically, Ye Xiaofeng found a small supermarket to buy all the ingredients he needed, and took Feng Ce back to the apartment they rented for Feng Ce in S City, where Lou Qinglan rented it.

In Ye Xiaofeng's words, eating hot pot is at home, and looking around, in such a big city, only here can barely be called his and Feng Ce's "home".

The home he had thought for a while.

Feng Ce leaned against the kitchen door, watched Ye Xiaofeng put two big bags of things on the cooking table, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Do you need help?"

Ye Xiaofeng looked at Feng Ce in surprise, and suddenly smiled, "I remember that in ancient times, there was a saying in your country, a gentleman is far away or something? It means that even men can't cook?"

"A gentleman stays away from the kitchen." Feng Ce also smiled.

Ye Xiaofeng was curious, "Why is there such a sentence? Look down on cooks?" Ye Xiaofeng was very upset when he read this sentence when he was studying, and felt that this sentence was too prejudiced. Why should a gentleman not be able to cook? eat?

Feng Ce sighed and shook his head, "That's not the case, you completely misunderstood the meaning." He was really surprised, he didn't know how much Ye Xiaofeng read in his studies, how could he understand a sentence like this.

He put away his smile, turned his face slightly, and said calmly, "A gentleman is like a beast, seeing it alive, he can't bear to see it die; hearing its sound, he can't bear to eat its meat. That's why a gentleman stays away from the kitchen."

Ye Xiaofeng put the vegetables into the sink, washed them and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It should be said like this: So far away from the cook, benevolence is the utmost." Feng Ce walked to Ye Xiaofeng's side, looked at the vegetables washed repeatedly by the running water, and said slowly, "Actually, Mencius awakened the benevolence of King Xuan of Qi by killing a living thing." Do not kill anything with flesh and blood with your own hands, this is the way to be a benevolent king.”

"So it's like this..." Ye Xiaofeng suddenly realized, "I thought that gentlemen were not allowed to enter the kitchen, so I just said, why do you discriminate against cooks so much?"

"..."

Feng Ce didn't know how to answer the call.

Ye Xiaofeng picked up the green leafy vegetables, put them in a basin and ran with soda water, then changed hands and began to peel the potatoes.

His fingers are very long, and the nails on the tips of his ten fingers are trimmed flat and clean. The peeler feels very light when he holds it in his hand, and then he brushes it lightly back and forth with the movement, and rotates it up and down. The peeled potatoes were put into the bowl.

Feng Ce watched intently from the side, and couldn't help being fascinated after a long time.

Ye Xiaofeng looked very calm and orderly when cooking, such a large amount of things felt helpless just looking at Feng Ce, but in Ye Xiaofeng's hands, nothing messed up. It's already gone through in my mind.This familiar scene reminded Feng Ce of the day when the schedule of "The Story of Chang Ning" was advanced and they received a temporary notice, so Ye Xiaofeng called my and An Youlian huddled in the living room to plan the schedule together.

Speaking of it, that day was not far away from now, so it is not considered a past event, but it is still vivid in my memory.

Feng Ce clearly remembered that when Ye Xiaofeng looked at him expressionlessly, it was as if his heart was pressed hard, and at that moment, he forgot to breathe.

Ye Xiaofeng moved quickly and neatly, Feng Ce was distracted for a few breaths, and when he came back to his senses, Ye Xiaofeng had already cleaned up all the ingredients to be peeled, and put them one by one on the plate waiting to be sliced ​​and shredded.

Feng Ce sighed, "In the end, there is a specialization in surgery."

Ye Xiaofeng glanced at him, took out the kitchen knife from the knife holder, rinsed it with water, and sneered, "You are a prince, it's normal that you don't know how to wash vegetables and cook, anyway, some people do it for you."

For the first time, Feng Ce had no way to refute.

"Actually, I didn't know it before. Did I tell you? My dad is a cook. I never had to worry about food since I was a child. But Gu Yan said that your son who is a chef doesn't know how to cook. Tell me Not afraid of shame."

"So you learned it?"

"Yeah..." Ye Xiaofeng held the knife in his hand to enhance the feel. After all, he hasn't held this thing for a long time, so he needs to find out how to feel it. "I bought a lot of cooking books, from simple ones to difficult ones. Yes, try one by one, do one by one... He always said, I don't have any special skills, but I'm okay..." As if recalling those funny days, Ye Xiaofeng's eyes became gentle, "Persevere."

Feng Ce looked at the handsome side face in front of him, and listened quietly without interrupting.

"He said that I can persevere no matter what I do, and he admires me for that..." The words were interrupted by a series of sounds of knives cutting the chopping board, and the regular sound of chopping vegetables continued. Following Ye Xiaofeng's movements, a potato It was cut into strips of equal size by the sharp blade, covering the entire chopping board at once.

Due to his height, when chopping vegetables, Ye Xiaofeng would bow his body slightly, and then unconsciously lean half an inch to the left, so the high light in the kitchen would draw the handsome line from the corner of his eyebrows to his chin The light was more three-dimensional, and when he was concentrating on what he was doing, his bangs were drooping, brushing in front of his eyes, shaking a little bit.

This is the most touching moment for Ye Xiaofeng that Feng Ce has ever seen.

It was even more touching than when he calmly and calmly arranged a series of matters.

"In fact, cooking is not difficult, just be careful..." Ye Xiaofeng put down the knife and loosened his finger bones. It has been a long time since he cut vegetables, and his hands are too raw to last too long. "Practice makes perfect. The same thing, if you do it more , it will happen naturally, there is no trick."

Feng Ce nodded and said yes, "You are quite right."

"It's the same with playing games. He has never understood why I like playing games... Actually, I think I just like the process. You know the process, Feng Ce?"

Speaking of his hobbies, Ye Xiaofeng turned his head to look at Feng Ce with a smile on his face, his young face was full of complacency.

Once, Feng Ce felt that this face finally matched the age of this person.

Finally, a breath suitable for Ye Xiaofeng was born.

Ye Xiaofeng seemed to have found a way to express his never-confided feelings, he didn't need Feng Ce to respond, he just stood by his side and watched.

"In fact, I just like the process of learning something from not knowing it to understanding it."

The clean and handsome facial features merge into a clean and handsome face. Ye Xiaofeng is very soft when he smiles, and the corners of his eyes will bend down a little bit, forming a beautiful arc, which is very pure and comfortable.

"He can't stand repeating one thing all the time, but I can. It took me almost three years to make something that my dad said was delicious."

Through just a few words, Feng Ce slowly imagined the scene in his mind, a teenage boy, holding a recipe and following the recipe step by step until he succeeded. During this period, he experienced countless failures, but he couldn't shake the boy's determination.

Feng Ce's eyes moved slightly, and he had to admit that he was deeply attracted by the picture he made up.

It was beyond his reach, and it belonged to Ye Xiaofeng's past alone. Just listening to it like this, he felt very cute, enough to make people fascinated.

"Thinking about it now, I'm also grateful to him. After all, this is a skill I've learned. If I have nowhere to go one day, I won't be able to starve myself. No matter how bad it is, I'll find a small restaurant to be a cook."

They bought a lot of vegetarian dishes, and Ye Xiaofeng washed and cut them one by one and arranged them. The plates were stacked on the table beside them, and then a brand new electric hot pot that had never been used was dug out from the cabinet.

Fill it with water, pour in the hot pot base, Ye Xiaofeng put the hot pot in the middle of the table, plugged in the power, and handed the chopsticks to Feng Ce, "Okay, when the water boils, put the food you want to eat in it Just ripe."

Feng Ce took the chopsticks and looked suspiciously at the person who was busy again, "What about you?"

Ye Xiaofeng said without turning his head, "The hot pot smells too strong, I'll make a dessert to suppress the taste."

Feng Ce turned his attention to the hot pot on the table, and saw some spices floating on the fragrant white soup. As the water temperature rose, the aroma became stronger and filled the entire kitchen.

"It's just the two of us, so we ate it in the kitchen at once, otherwise the room will be full of that smell later, I don't know how long it will take."

Ye Xiaofeng washed everything in his hands, bent down and took out a stew pot, put everything on it, sprinkled a few grains of rock sugar at the end, put it on the stove and started to stew over water.

Feng Ce waited silently for the water to boil. When the mist gradually spread and even the whole kitchen began to heat up, Ye Xiaofeng sat down opposite Feng Ce.

He wiped his sweat, "It's been a long time since I ate like this."

When I first met Feng Ce, the relationship between the two of them was not as close as it is now. Naturally, they were careful, and served three dishes and one soup every day to ensure the quality and quantity. Hot pot is something that the whole family only eats during the New Year. Go follow suit.And when the relationship between the two is enough, and there is no time to be busy outside, there is no time to toss about it.

"You like hot pot very much." Feng Ce said with certainty.

"Yeah..." The surface of the water was churning and bubbling, and Ye Xiaofeng began to throw all the ingredients into it, "In winter, during festivals, the family is together, and eating hot pot is the best."

When Ye Xiaofeng said this, his eyes were full of envy, and Feng Ce asked, "Haven't you ever done it?"

Ye Xiaofeng shook his head dejectedly, "No. My father is a chef, and restaurants work overtime to catch up with the banquets during the New Year and holidays. Nowadays, more and more people are used to going to restaurants to order a table for the New Year. After work is over, it will be almost midnight when my dad comes home."

"Then... what about Gu Yan?"

"Except for their family going back to their hometown during the New Year, he will accompany me during the holidays, but..." Ye Xiaofeng paused, "I can't let him accompany me all the time, can I?"

Feng Ce was silent, and understood what Ye Xiaofeng said.