Cuiyu Hutong

In the past, Jiang Mo himself didn't understand.

At that time, he was just a stupid high school bastard, he hadn't even fully developed his intelligence, how could he tell the difference between him and Zhou Lianfeng?

Jiang Mo rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand that didn't touch the ingredients, it was a little red and swollen, but he didn't have to say that he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to shed tears.He has long been used to it, and he dare not really touch those differences.

It's just that his mind suddenly wandered, thinking how many idioms he had said today, and how many idioms he had learned from Zhou Lianfeng's mouth.He doesn't remember anything, it should be like he doesn't remember the fact that he once liked Zhou Lianfeng.

Jiang Mo took a deep breath and said, "Brother Feng, do you eat ginger?"

Zhou Lianfeng paused, then nodded slightly: "Less."

Jiang Mo dragged out a long sound, still preparing the ingredients for making preserved egg and lean meat porridge.He soaked the rice the night before, because the old uncle can't eat too hard, so even people require to make clear, soft and delicious rice grains, but in their house, it has to be rice paste.

It doesn't take long for the soaked rice to cook off the hard core inside, and the embers are used to simmer these rice grains.The most important thing about rice is to soak it in sesame oil to make every grain fragrant.

The rest of the ingredients are also simple, just preserved eggs, lean meat, green onion and ginger.

Now that it's autumn, Jiang Mo prefers to put more Jiang Yuhan, so he asked Zhou Lianfeng.

After putting the auxiliary ingredients into the pot according to ginger, preserved egg, and marinated tenderloin in turn, ginger powder stood in front of the casserole, stirring absently.After stirring well, add some chicken essence to enhance freshness.

Then he turned down the heat again, and the lid of the casserole covered more than half of it, leaving a small gap to prevent the pot from being thrown.

He seemed to be sleepy and yawned a few more times.He simply moved a small stool for himself, leaned against the kitchen wall with his arms folded, and closed his eyes to rest.

Jiang Mo didn't expect that he really fell asleep. When he realized it, he got up immediately and turned off the gas on the stove.

His heart was beating violently.He only thought of it just now, because he didn't keep an eye on the casserole, let the porridge fall, and the falling liquid extinguished the gas, so he and the old uncle were trapped in the house and died pitifully from gas poisoning.

But after he quickly finished turning the stove, he looked aside and saw Zhou Lianfeng.

Zhou Lianfeng said: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'll watch for you."

Jiang Mo seemed to let out a foul breath just now, he was really too scared.

He said in a low voice: "It was like this once... I was too tired and sleepy. I was supposed to watch the stove, but I fell asleep. My uncle fell asleep too... In the winter, I put everything The doors and windows of our house were all closed tightly. After the stove went out, I couldn’t wake up because of the high concentration of carbon dioxide. If Aunt Li hadn’t come to borrow soy sauce and slammed the door of my house, my uncle and I might have died. We're sworn brothers."

He was so frightened that he was dazed and told himself a joke.It's just that no one laughed except him.

Jiang Mo scratched his head and said, "Don't you understand? It's just to be sworn brothers, not to be born in the same year, the same month, the same day, but to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day. That's the meme, isn't it too cold, it's really not funny?"

Zhou Lianfeng suddenly raised his hand to rub his hair, and said, "It's funny. But it doesn't matter, I'll be here from now on."

Jiang Mo's heart thumped again, but he was still that toad who couldn't jump the wall, how could he have to covet the swan?

He let out a breath, and looked up.In fact, when he woke up and turned off the fire, it happened that the rice hadn't been cooked until it was completely rotten and mushy, and the rice grains could still be seen.

He first filled a bowl and handed it to Zhou Lianfeng, then filled another bowl and brought it in front of the old uncle, and fed it to the old uncle spoon by spoonful.

He was feeding, but suddenly there was a spoon next to his mouth.There was also Zhou Lianfeng's voice: "Be careful it's hot."

what is this?

Jiang Mo was a little confused, was he also being fed?

He was a little tangled, but in the end he swallowed the mouthful.

He seldom eats the hot meals he cooks, but mostly hot and hot meals.I'm always busy on weekdays, and when I think of it, I put it in the microwave and ding it, but I can't eat it when it's cold.

His stomach is not like his feet, his willpower is like steel, and he is not afraid of these leftovers at all.It is because of this that even though he is a cook, he is not fat, and his muscles are evenly distributed.

It's just that he didn't expect to be able to eat a mouthful of hot food under such weird circumstances today.

I don't know if it's his psychological effect, but he really thinks that this freshly baked preserved egg porridge is much, much better than the rest.

Jiang Mo smacked his lips, pondered for a while, and said, "Come on, eat quickly. I'll finish feeding my uncle quickly, and it's time for guests to order."

However, Zhou Lianfeng put down the bowl and spoon, and moved closer, breathing on the tip of Jiang Mo's nose.

Jiang Mo was startled by this sudden encounter, and immediately hid back.There was a buzz in his head, but his hands were a little lost.Seeing that the bowl of hot porridge was about to pour all over the old uncle, he quickly pulled his hand back as fast as he could.

A few drops landed on the back of his hand, which turned red.But most of them were blocked by Zhou Lianfeng.

It's inappropriate to block it, but it should be said that Zhou Lianfeng met him a long time ago, and tightly held the edge of the bowl.He stabilized his movements, and told Jiang Mo that he didn't receive any damage.

He seems to have always been like this.

Jiang Mo sighed and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I'll feed you, you go to eat." Zhou Lianfeng's eyes moved to the side of the bowl he dropped, lingering on the spoon that had been stained with his own smell.

Jiang Mo is a little angry, really angry.He stuffed the bowl into Zhou Lianfeng's hand, casually wiped the few drops of hot porridge splashed on the back of his hand, and said, "So you did this just to feed the porridge? What are you trying to do?" !"

Zhou Lianfeng also seemed to know that he had gone too far, and when he took the bowl, he said to Jiang Mo, "Sorry."

Jiang Mo was completely helpless by him this time, so he could only bury his head in the porridge.

Forget it, what can he do with Zhou Lianfeng?

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