Dream Love O is Cherry Alpha

It was already an hour later when the two of them returned to their residence.

Wen Jing opened the door, kicked off the shoes on his feet, took the big and small bags from Fu Xingxian's hands, and ran barefoot to put them on the coffee table.

"Huh...it's so hot." He fanned the air with one hand, and touched the remote control of the air conditioner with the other. "You go to rest? I'm going to cook."

Fu Xingxian closed the door, knelt down and took out two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet, and threw a pair towards Wen Jing.

"You don't need my help?"

Wen Jing looked back at him.

Although he was squatting, the long legs wrapped in black trousers almost covered the entire upper body, still looking very long, only his broad shoulders were exposed.

Today, when the two of them went shopping together in the supermarket, Fu Xingxian attracted a lot of attention.The shirt and trousers he wore didn't look like a logo, but they were tailored to fit his figure very well, revealing his wide shoulders and narrow waist.

None of the people dressed similarly on the road was more handsome than Fu Xingxian—Wen Jing even found some people in white shirts who would hide away when they saw Fu Xingxian, wishing to avoid him, probably because they were afraid It is set off as someone who sells insurance and sells houses...

Wen Jing waved his hand: "No need! You are dressed like this, how can I let you work? Rest, I will fix it as soon as possible."

After Fu Xing changed his shoes, he went to the kitchen and looked at his busy back: "Then what should I do?"

Wen Jing chuckled: "Aren't you going to help me with my homework?"

Fu Xingxian: ...

"Okay." He went back to the living room and sat on the sofa, "I'm moving your schoolbag, check your questions first."

"Just move!"

Wen Jing took out the ingredients from the bag, took out some pots and pans from the cupboard, and began to wash the meat and vegetables.

To be honest, it didn't go very well.For example, the dried cauliflower he is going to make, how do you wash the cauliflower?It doesn't change much after soaking in water, but I'm afraid it will fall apart after kneading.

Fu Xingxian flipped through a few pages of the chemistry workbook, but he didn't hear the sound of water anymore. Looking sideways, he found that Wen Jing was playing with his phone with his head down.

He got up and walked over: "Looking at the recipe so early?"

In the kitchen, all kinds of things are piled up on the countertops. Many things, such as the dish basin and the cutting board, are brand new without many traces of use.

But Wen Jing's phone displayed a browser interface, and the search box actually read "how to wash cauliflower".

Fu Xingxian: ...

Wen Jing waved at him: "It's okay, it's okay! I'll fix it right away!"

"Let's go too." Fu Xingxian sighed, "If you're like this, I'm afraid I'll go to the hospital after eating."

"Do you despise me?? I haven't been admitted to the hospital for several days." Wen Jing stretched out his wet hand to block him, "While going, you are so handsome, it's really inappropriate!"

Fu Xingxian looked at the T-shirt on Wen Jing's body, and looked around the kitchen: "Is there an apron?"

Wen Jing: "No!"

Fu Xingxian: "Then I change clothes?"

Wen Jing: "Have you brought your clothes?"

Fu Xingxian: "Where's your home clothes from last time? I remember that they fit me well."

Wen Jing froze while holding the phone.

Fu Xingxian: "Find me some home shorts? I was sweating just now, so I can take a shower, okay?"

……

The door of the bathroom was closed, and within 2 minutes there was the sound of splashing water.

Wen Jing pondered, as expected, he still had to prepare some daily necessities for Fu Xingxian, otherwise it would not be appropriate to wear his clothes all the time.

……

But you seem to be very happy in your heart?

He returned to the kitchen, soaked the cauliflower in light salt water, and turned to chop the meat.

According to the recipe, the beef should be shredded.

Wen Jing didn't intend to cut into the thick and thin shredded meat like those in restaurants outside, but the beef had been thawed long ago, and it was so soft that it was really not easy to cut.

Therefore, the finger-thin meat strips on the cutting board formed a sharp contrast with the demonstration photos in the recipe.

Can this be cooked?How to control the temperature?

Wen Jing frowned, ready to change his sword.

The meat strips look thick, but for a person who is not experienced in cutting meat, it is still not easy to fix. The knife will slip when it goes down, and Wen Jing is almost sweating.

After a while, the bathroom door creaked, and a damp scent spread out, which was the familiar smell of lavender.

Wen Jing shook his head.

After Fu Xingxian took a shower, he used his shower gel and put on his clothes and pants.

The kitchen knife in his hand mechanically exerted force, he gasped and put down the knife quickly.

"What's wrong?" Fu Xingxian looked sideways, and Wen Jing had already put down the knife in his hand, as if he was studying his hand.

He entered the kitchen with a frown, and saw half-processed shredded meat on the display board, as well as a little red on the tip of Wen Jing's left index finger.

His skin was fair, and this red spot appeared abruptly, very conspicuous.

Fu Xingxian grabbed his hand and held it in front of his eyes.

Fortunately, it was mainly a cut nail, and the skin was just scratched, a little bit, not very serious, but bleeding.

"Is there a medicine cabinet?"

"Yes." Wen Jing was taken aback, "But..."

"It also needs to be cleaned and disinfected to avoid infection."

Wen Jing lives alone, and his things are fairly well prepared.

Under his command, Fu Xingxian got the medicine box, sat on the sofa and carefully sterilized him with alcohol pads, and put on waterproof band-aids.

"It's wrapped, go and rest, don't touch the water. I'll cook."

Wen Jing sat on the sofa, looking at the homework book spread out on the coffee table, a little dazed.

Why did it become Fu Xingxian cooking, but fortunately he also said that he would treat him well.

……

He turned to look at the figure in the kitchen.

T-shirts are softer than shirts, which reduces the sense of abstinence, but outlines the outline of the body more clearly.

He was wearing very baggy shorts, and when they fell on Fu Xingxian's body, they shrunk a section as usual, and they still couldn't cover his knees, revealing his well-proportioned and powerful calves.

The slippers on the feet are too small, and the heels are hanging in the air, which looks pitiful.

Wen Jing got up and walked over.

The countertop was tidied up, and the ingredients that had been processed and those that had not been processed were served on plates, and they were placed in different positions, clearly distinguishing them.

His phone was leaning against the wall, the screen turned on.

Fu Xingxian was cutting the beef into chopstick-thick slices according to the photo in the recipe, and he was very successful. It looked much better than his crooked beef strips.

Wen Jing: "Brother, can you cook?"

Fu Xingxian: "No, this is not the same as yours, let's read the recipe."

Wen Jing: "Why don't I cook the vegetables?"

Fu Xingxian looked back at him.

Wen Jing's face was full of annoyance, and he looked at him pitifully.

"it is good."

When pouring oil into the pot, Wen Jing was confident: "I've fried it a few times in the past few days, and it's still very good!"

When putting the meat into the pot, Wen Jing was a little nervous, leaned back and stretched out his hands: "Stay away, there is water on it..."

After a stab, the shredded meat goes into the pot, and when it encounters boiling oil, the oil star explodes.

Wen Jing took the meat plate and spatula and jumped back, almost missing Fu Xingxian.

Fu Xingxian stretched out his hand to help him, but Wen Jing rushed forward with a sullen face, and went into battle again.

The beef is coated with starch, stir it quickly, otherwise it will stick together.

Wen Jing waved the spatula with grinning teeth, as if the frying pan was a terrifying enemy that could attack at any time, and he had to dodge after each attack.

"Hey! It's so hot!"

"hiss!"

"Wow wow wow!"

Fu Xing watched the lively scene and paused.

"I think... you might need a shield."

He removed the lid of the frying pan from the side wall and handed it over.

Wen Jing paused for a moment, then immediately took it and held it in front of him: "You are so smart! Hey, you just can't block your arm."

After all, the hand has to be stretched out to cook.

Fu Xingxian sighed, and walked over: "Let me come, you rest."

……

After a meal was finished, it was basically Fu Xing's messing about. In the end, Wen Jing just poured the seasoning, mixed the shredded jellyfish, and served it with rice.

In a room where one person lives, there is no dining table, only a coffee table in the living room.

The previous homework was taken into the bedroom, and several dishes were packed on newly bought plates and placed on the coffee table.

There was no other suitable stool, and the two sat side by side on the sofa. Wen Jing raised his chopsticks, but did not move.

"What's wrong?" Fu Xingxian looked at him strangely, "You have been tossing for so long, hurry up and eat."

"Wait! I suddenly felt quite memorable." Wen Jing put down his chopsticks, "Let me take a photo!"

He ran to the kitchen to get his phone and turned on the pat mode.

Fu Xingxian moved his fingers, took out his phone, adjusted the camera ISO and other settings, and framed the dishes on the table and the people next to him.

The noon sun was shining brightly, shining on the milky white face of the young man, with long and curved eyelashes and the corners of his pink mouth curled up.

There is warmth and joy that cannot be hidden in the composition.

With two clicks, the boy moved, and he lowered his head and leaned on the sofa, typing away.

Fu Xingxian saw the Moments interface.

View: "Wow! My brother's dishes are delicious! [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]"

Click on the picture, all are photos of the dish, without any beautification.

Fu Xingxian threw the phone aside, "You haven't eaten yet, where the food is delicious."

Wen Jing also dropped his phone and picked up his chopsticks: "Eat it right away! Let me taste it... Wow! It's not bad! This one... Oh! It's also delicious! Brother, you are amazing!"

Fu Xingxian picked up a mouthful of dried cauliflower with his chopsticks.

The water content is not dry enough, the cauliflower is a bit soft, and it does not have the fragrance sold outside.

I also tried fried pork with green peppers.

It's very average, the meat is old, the salt is light, and the oil is too much.

"Brother, you are so awesome! It's the first time that stir-frying is so delicious!" Wen Jing Hula Hula moved his chopsticks, his face full of excitement, "Hurry up! Aren't you hungry?"

Fu Xing put down his chopsticks, leaned on the sofa, lowered his head and covered his face.

Wen Jing's cheeks were bulging, and he slurred his speech: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

He leaned over to see him.

"Is it spicy? I feel okay?"

Fu Xingxian raised his head expressionlessly, pursed Nanf's mouth, his whole body was a little tense.

Wen Jing was stunned, what's wrong?Brother angry?

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him over.

Fu Xingxian held him in his arms and took a deep breath.

"You are so annoying...just want me to deduct points."

Wen Jing:? ? ?

"You slander me! I'm just eating well!"

Fu Xingxian ignored him, buried his head on his neck and rubbed it lightly a few times.

Wen Jing squinted, stretched out his hand from a distance, and stretched his chopsticks towards the tea table.

Do you still want to eat like this?

Fu Xingxian saw his movements from the corner of his eye, and said in a helpless tone, "It's so good..."

Wen Jing reached the place of the plate, slapped his chopsticks on the edge of the plate, turned around and hugged him.

"Huh? What did you say?"

Fu Xingxian swallowed the word "do you want to eat?"

"In the past few days, I also..." After two seconds, he said, "I miss you too."

"Hey, of course I know." Wen Jing arched his body and moved his nose, "Brother, did you spray the barrier agent after taking a shower?"

Fu Xingxian's expression froze.

"I actually smell something other than the barrier agent from you... It's all cooking oil smoke hahaha! Home cook!"

Fu Xingxian rubbed his head: "You don't do the same!"

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