The seeds of crossing

, since Guan Shan wants to help, let him do it, but: "You know how to pack?"

Guan Shan snorted softly, he picked up a piece of dough and held it with his left hand, put some stuffing inside, pinched the dough with his right hand and folded it in half, concentrated on pinching and kneading, "poof", the stuffing sticks from both sides of the dough Squeezed out greasy.

"..." Guan Shan paused.

"Hehehehe," Yuan Xiaoan couldn't help laughing: "Do you need me to teach you?"

Guan Shan stared, stretched out his fingers to poke and poke the stuffing back, squeezed it casually, put the oily lump on Gai Lian, and reached out to take another piece of dough.

Yuan Xiaoan turned his head and couldn't bear to look at it any longer, whatever, good or bad, when the time comes, he can cook it in one pot and let him eat it.

For a while, only the gurgling sound of the soup pot could be heard in the kitchen.

On the other side, after playing chess to beat Uncle Wang, Mi Shuai leisurely ran to the west ear room to make some tea, but when he reached the door of the west ear room, his footsteps stopped.

The two people in the room were rolling out skins and making dumplings. The atmosphere was very warm and harmonious. Mi Shuai thought about it, and quietly retreated out.

The relationship between these two people seemed to be getting better and better. When he found out that Yuan Xiaoan was living in the main house that day, Guan Shan's explanation was to "avoid the troubles of ghost messengers with no winks coming to Yuan Xiaoan."Leaving aside whether the reason is true or not, he has to care about this act alone.

Maybe, he should talk to Guan Shan.

Yuan Xiao'an in the room didn't notice Mi Shuai's presence, Guan Shan only looked up at the door, and then lowered his head to "duel" with his dumplings.Seeing the horrible appearance of the dumplings on Guanshan, Yuan Xiaoan tried to speed up his movements to avoid running out of "dumplings" to eat for a while.When he ran out of dough and he wrapped the last one delicately, Guan Shan suddenly threw a dumpling that was squeezed like a bun onto Gai Lian.

Seeing Guan Shan's expression was unhappy, Yuan Xiao'an quickly wanted to say a few words of comfort, but just after he said the word "you", he couldn't continue.

Guan Shan shook his hand, stretched out his fingers to draw a circle over the dumplings he made, and slapped his hands lightly!

"Chirp!"

After a piece of flour was flying, the glistening dumplings of different shapes turned into the same shape as Yuan Xiaoan's.

"..." Why did he always forget that Guan Shan could do magic tricks? Yuan Xiaoan looked at the pile of dumplings speechlessly.

Guan Shan clapped his hands: "Is there anything else that needs to be done?"

You might as well turn all these dishes into ready-made ones, Yuan Xiaoan stared at him silently.

However, I can only think about it. It is better to cook the food by hand.

Yuan Xiaoan put the wrapped dumplings on the cold window sill first, brought over the dishes to be fried, and said to Guan Shan: "If you want to help, just help me watch the fire over there." Pointing to the pork rib soup: "Just put the winter melon in later."

Guan Shan nodded, moved the small stool over, and sat down in front of the soup pot in a gentle manner.

Those who didn't know thought they were making tea, Yuan Xiaoan thought to himself.

However, the more we get along these days, the more I realize that he is actually not as indifferent as he appears on the surface. It may be because of this that I have fantasies about him.

However, for now, it can only be a daydream. After Xiaoning's results, I don't know what the situation will be.

The author has something to say: I will try to keep the update time of the article at noon, but sometimes if it is too late, I will just update it in the afternoon or evening~; if there is no update, I will tell you in advance, in fact, I will try my best to keep updating the article Keep it up, thank you for your support~

No.20 once

When sporadic firecrackers sounded in the distance, Yuan Xiaoan finally prepared the New Year's Eve dinner.

Mi Shuai and Wang Bo calculated the time and came to help around the same time. They didn't care about seniority or inferiority, and cooperated with each other to transfer all kinds of dishes to the lobby. The lanterns outside the door were red and festive, and the lights inside the house The candle was orange and warm, Yuan Xiaoan sat at the table and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

This kind of joyful scene only happened before his mother passed away. After a few years, it was these unrelated people who sat around the table to celebrate and give him care and support.

Oh no, Yuan Xiaoan thought about it carefully. In fact, to be precise, it should be a cat, a dog, and an unknown creature. Thinking about it this way, the originally sad mood suddenly disappeared.

Among the few people, they were all the elders of Guan Shan in terms of age and morality. Now it was rare to sit together on New Year's Eve, so they all looked at Guan Shan. Guan Shan sat quietly for a while, picked up his chopsticks and tapped the table: "Eat."

For the first time, Uncle Wang obediently picked up his chopsticks and went straight to the bone he was thinking about.

Mi Shuai coughed lightly, and pointed at the sweet and sour fish in front of him with elegant movements.

Yuan Xiaoan silently picked up the chopsticks, it was unrealistic to expect them to say some New Year speeches.

He prepared this meal with great care. He prepared several plates of fish in different ways for Mi Shuai, and he also made a lot of ribs and roasted pork for Uncle Wang. As for Guan Shan, referring to his previous eating preferences, he probably doesn't like meat. Then he made a few refreshing side dishes with vegetables, beans and fruits. He could eat anything himself, and he didn't do anything specially.

After eating like this for a while, Yuan Xiaoan felt that it was a bit deserted for the New Year's Eve dinner, so he suggested, "Do you want to drink?"

Uncle Wang moved his ears: "Have you prepared wine?"

Yuan Xiaoan nodded: "It's in the vegetable cellar."

"Whoosh", Yuan Xiaoan's eyes blurred, and Uncle Wang had disappeared.

"..."

Mi Shuai savored the fishbone in his mouth carefully, and said coolly: "I have good food and tell him that there is wine, do you still want to sleep well?"

Yuan Xiaoan went in without knowing it, and never saw Uncle Wang drink too much.

But after drinking for three rounds, Yuan Xiaoan gradually understood Mi Shuai's meaning. Wang Bo pulled him to follow him to enforce the drinking order. Yuan Xiaoan was not very good at it, and he was drunk a lot of wine. Later, he became a little unrestrained .

The dishes on the table were all mixed up, Yuan Xiaoan hooked Uncle Wang's shoulder and asked, "Wang... Uncle Wang, I have something, I...ve always been curious."

"What...what's the matter, tell me!" Wang Bo reached out and threw a few peanuts into his mouth.

"Mi...Mi Shuai has...has a estrus period, then you, do you have it?"

"Puff, cough, cough..." Uncle Wang coughed violently with a mouthful of peanuts stuck in his throat, his face flushed, and he pushed Yuan Xiaoan away.

Guan Shan sat next to Yuan Xiaoan, sipping wine, and helped him up without a trace.

Mi Shuai covered his sleeves and smiled: "You don't know, brat, in order to get rid of that habit, this old ghost has ruined important things to get in."

"Huh?" Yuan Xiaoan's eyes widened, and his eyes subconsciously aimed at Uncle Wang.

Guan Shan was sipping his wine when he heard that the wine in his glass was bubbling.

"Stop talking nonsense, old man!" Uncle Wang shook his head and drank another glass of wine.

"I'm talking nonsense, isn't 50 years of morality not very important?" Mi Shuai said while holding a small dried fish between his fingers.

"50 years?" Yuan Xiao'an was slightly surprised, he turned his head to look at Uncle Wang's face, and counted on his fingers: "Oh~ I see."

Guan Shan's gaze inadvertently skipped Yuan Xiaoan's only chubby hand.

Uncle Wang was paralyzed on the seat with his limbs wide open, suddenly feeling sad: "So... what, you want to say, older than Mi Shuai, old, what's wrong..."

Yuan Xiaoan didn't want his words to make Uncle Wang sad, so he quickly picked up the jug and poured a glass for himself and Uncle Wang: "Okay! Uncle Wang, you are the best~ I just, like, like you!"

Guan Shan shot Wang Bo sharply.

Uncle Wang didn't notice it, he raised his hand and hooked Yuan Xiaoan's neck, took the offered wine glass and bumped it hard into Yuan Xiaoan's: "Mmm! Brat, I love to hear that!"

The two brothers hooked up shoulder to shoulder and drank in the dark.

Mi Shuai put down the dried fish, sighed helplessly, took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands, and said to Guan Shan, "It's late at night, so it's time to go."

Guan Shan nodded, raised his hand and pulled Yuan Xiaoan out from under Uncle Wang's arm. Yuan Xiaoan was drowsy, and leaned meekly on Guan Shan's shoulder.

Guan Shan's expression turned pale, he straightened him up and leaned against the back of the chair, and pushed him for a few steps. Unexpectedly, Yuan Xiao'an was so drunk that he couldn't support himself and fell forward, and almost fell over. Guan Shan reacted quickly and moved to the front to catch him. Yuan Xiaoan plunged into his arms.

Guan Shan frowned, looked at Yuan Xiaoan who was already snoring slightly in his arms, and simply hugged him up.

Mi Shuai, who was sitting with Uncle Wang, squinted his eyes.

Yuan Xiaoan in his arms moved, and found a more comfortable position to nest up. Guan Shan's heart softened, and his movements became much gentler.

In a few steps, he picked up the curtain and entered the east room. Guan Shan carefully put Yuan Xiaoan on the bed. Yuan Xiaoan muttered something softly. His upper body turned inside out, but his lower body could not be turned over. He arched himself again, and finally Still lying on his back, he fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing this, Guan Shan silently sat down against the edge of the bed, slapped his hand to take off Yuan Xiaoan's coat, and involuntarily fixed his gaze on Yuan Xiaoan's legs.

The jacket was already loose, but it looked looser when worn on Yuan Xiaoan's body. Guan Shan raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and put his hand on Yuan Xiaoan's lap.

The bones touched by the hand were abnormally slender, obviously not mature.

Guan Shan slowly withdrew his hand, gently covered Yuan Xiaoan with a quilt, and sat silently by the bed, looking at Yuan Xiaoan's deep sleeping face.

The plum wine he drank just now seemed to be on his head, but his usually sober mind felt a little numb at this moment. Guan Shan leaned forward slightly, and his waist-length hair fell on Yuan Xiaoan's chest, mixing with his hair, as if For oneness.

It was the first time that Guan Shan was so close to Yuan Xiaoan, such a delicate