After flirting with a rival

When I came to the kitchen, I couldn't help being shocked by what I saw, and the charming thoughts just now disappeared.

Cheng Hai has proficiently found out all the tools he needs, and the ingredients in the bag are neatly arranged one by one. It's not like the one who was nestled in the room playing games, eating instant noodles at noon and discussing with him which one is more than three yuan. the idiot.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head and called out to Brother Shen.

Cheng Hai took off his coat, and put on a casual shirt with the cuffs rolled up, revealing half of his arms.It just so happened that the bright light came in from the open window and enveloped him, exposing the aura of a mature man, which made Shen Xingchi feel relieved and strange at the same time.

Can one person really make such a big difference in a short period of time?Shen Xingchi couldn't help being suspicious.

"Want to help?"

He walked into the kitchen, making a gesture to roll up his sleeves.

When he lived on the island, Shen Xingchi was very happy to help Aunt Mei.

Cheng Hai quickly blocked it: "No, no, Brother Shen, you just got up, why don't you go wash up first?"

When someone mentioned it, Shen Xingchi remembered that he got up from the bed to open the door, his face couldn't help feeling hot, he touched the corner of his mouth, and hurried to the bathroom.

After washing, my mind was a little clearer, but what followed was an unexplainable nausea.Especially after smelling the smell wafting from the kitchen, the feeling was even worse, and I couldn't help retching at the sink.

He's always like this these days, he can't eat, he doesn't have a good appetite, he's sick of everything.

At first in the bar, Shen Xingchi thought it was because of the high fever, but the subsequent reaction made him unable to find any other reason to shirk.But Shen Xingchi always felt that he hadn't reached the point of going to the hospital, so he procrastinated, nestled in his room, and slept when he felt uncomfortable, hoping that one day he would wake up and his symptoms would disappear, and he would be fine.

Originally, he had hoped for hot pot—he had never eaten a full meal these days, and was affected by physical discomfort, so he couldn't think of eating at all, and his mood was unprecedentedly depressed.

After he came out, Cheng Hai was still busy in the kitchen, washing vegetables, cutting into sections, and preparing ingredients with skillful techniques, without knowing anything about his situation.

Shen Xingchi silently sat on the chair by the dining table, covered his abdomen, afraid of spoiling his friend's interest, and said insincerely, "Eating so much in the morning, okay?"

"Huh?" Cheng Hai turned his head, "Morning?" He glanced at the wall clock on the wall and said hesitantly, "Brother Shen, it's almost one o'clock in the afternoon."

Shen Xingchi clicked his tongue secretly, it's hard to talk about it.

"But you did not eat breakfast." He washed his hands, and took out something from the white bag on the side, "Brother Shen, I bought a few buns, do you want to eat some to rest your stomach?"

Shen Xingchi reluctantly nodded: "What are there?"

Cheng Hai talked about the taste of the bread in turn.

He picked out a blueberry flavored one, tried to take a bite or two, and it was not bad. The blueberry jam was sweet and sour, slightly refreshing.Shen Xingchi's mood suddenly improved again.With a big appetite, I swallowed the bread in a few mouthfuls, still wanting more.

Recently, the young master discovered that he especially likes to eat sour food. Based on the principle that it is not good to fight against the body, try to go this way and suffer less torture.

After eating the bread, Shen Xingchi went to the refrigerator to take out fresh lemons, went to the other side of the kitchen, took out a fruit knife, sliced ​​the lemons on the chopping board that Cheng Hai didn't need, and planned to soak them in water to drink.

Cheng Hai understood and handed him the kettle.Because he was in a good mood, Shen Xingchi hummed a little tune while doing these things.The water boiled, poured two cups to let it warm, and threw a few slices of lemon into it to test the taste. It was very good, and handed one of the cups to Cheng Hai.

Cheng Hai said thank you, his mouth was dry, and he took a big gulp, his face suddenly changed, and the water in his mouth couldn't get up.Swallowing it with difficulty, he exclaimed, "Why is it so sour?"

"Is there?" Shen Xingchi didn't know, "I don't think so."

Cheng Hai's teeth were sour, he didn't know what to say.

"There's honey at the bottom. If you can't bear it, you can dig two spoonfuls and add it in." Finally, as if defending his own taste, he repeated, "I think this is just right, adding honey would be too sweet."

Cheng Hai hissed and moved the glass of water away, suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile, "No wonder that kid Li Yu always talks about this."

"Li Yu?" Shen Xingchi searched in his mind, and said uncertainly, "Xiaoye's cousin?"

Cheng Hai: "Yes, he said to everyone that you are especially good at eating sour, and he ate all the plums in a big bag. Brother Chen, I remember you didn't like to eat it before."

Shen Xingchi snorted: "Little brat." Then he said, "Are you still in contact with Xiaoye?"

Cheng Hai nodded: "I will chat when I have time, I can't always bury my head in work. He complained to me, saying that he can't get an appointment with you recently. I asked other people, and they said they rarely see you. I'm worried... ..."

Shen Xingchi: "So you came to see me today?"

Cheng Hai: "Well, Mr. Gu..."

"Don't worry." Shen Xingchi held up his glass and watched through the lemonade. The world inside was full of strange things. "I have nothing to do with him. If I don't go, I really don't want to go out."

Cheng Hai hesitated slightly, and said firmly: "That's fine. Brother Shen, no matter what, I will support you in any decision you make."

Shen Xingchi: "Stop flattering, Haizi, and go cook your hot pot."

This kind address brought Cheng Hai back to the past in an instant, his mood was agitated, and he devoted himself to the preparation work with more enthusiasm.

Lettuce and cabbage are washed and put into baskets, lotus root and potatoes are neatly sliced, yuba is cut and soaked in water, enoki mushrooms and other mushrooms are placed on a plate, and mutton rolls are piled up into hills, etc. The combination of meat and vegetables is rich and reasonable.

Cheng Hai dropped the prepared hot pot soup into the pot and brought it to the dining table.

An induction cooker has already been prepared on the dining table. After the pot is placed on it, the switch is turned on and the cooking continues.

Both of them love spicy food, apart from the hot pot ingredients they bought, Cheng Hai specially added a lot of millet peppers to it.The prepared dipping sauce is also thick and spicy.

After turning on the electricity, not a moment later, the bottom of the soup boiled slightly.Red oil paves the surface, and the rich fragrance permeates.Shen Xingchi kept salivating from his mouth, and couldn't wait, wishing he could sit down and eat right away.

Cheng Hai wiped his wet hands and came to the opposite side, where Shen Xingchi handed him the washed dishes.

After working for so long, Cheng Hai didn't eat lunch, so he was still hungry.

The two of them sat down, and moved their chopsticks without cumbersome greetings.Shen Xingchi added a piece of potato, which had been boiled in the pot ahead of time, and it tasted just right now, very glutinous.The spicy seasoning stimulated the taste buds, and he called it delicious.

"Delicious" is the best compliment for a cook, Cheng Hai smiled, waited until the vegetarian dishes in the pot were almost eaten, and took the initiative to take on the task of blanching the mutton rolls.

He scalded a big bowl full, and first handed it to Shen Xingchi: "Brother Shen, this bowl is for you."

Shen Xingchi wanted to decline, but Cheng Haina still had a lot to block him, so he could only accept it embarrassingly.

Cheng Hai paid special attention to the hotness this time. The cookedness of the mutton rolls was maintained at the right moment. All the gravy was full of juice, with dipping sauce and red oil, it was extremely attractive.Shen Xingchi used to be all about meat, so he couldn't help putting such a bowl in front of his eyes, and immediately filled his chopsticks with joy and stuffed them into his mouth.

After taking two bites, a rare fishy smell permeated from the meat roll, impacting the entire mouth.

Shen Xingchi frowned, and immediately couldn't bear the smell, but it would be too ungrateful to spit it out in front of Cheng Hai.I had to take a few bites, planning to swallow it dry.But with every bite, the fishy smell in the mutton overflows.The young master's face suddenly turned pale, and his forehead was forced to sweat finely.

When he swallowed a mouthful of meat with difficulty, his body seemed to be enduring to the extreme, and it bounced back violently.

Shen Xingchi hurriedly covered his mouth, threw away his chopsticks and went straight to the bathroom, vomited out everything he had just eaten, and finally only sour water was left, which made him complain endlessly.

There was nothing to vomit, so he held on to the wall and walked out.

Cheng Hai stood outside with an anxious expression on his face. Seeing him like this, he quickly helped him to sit at the table.

Shen Xingchi was frightened when he saw the remaining mutton rolls in the bowl, and he didn't have the mood to hide it anymore. With a pale face, he pushed it away with a chopstick, and collapsed on the chair to lift the corpse, without any appetite at all.

The smell of hot pot filling the room has become a sharp weapon to torture him.

"Brother Shen?" Cheng Hai looked at him worriedly.

Shen Xingchi waved his hand feebly: "It's okay, you can continue to eat."

How could he still be in the mood to eat: "What's going on?"

In fact, since Cheng Hai came in, he felt that the other party was not in a good condition. At first, he only thought it was because he was upside down day and night, but now it seems that it is not so simple.

The young man was leaning on the chair with a weary expression and black eye sockets, clearly looking sickly.

Shen Xingchi didn't want to say it at first, Cheng Hai called Brother Shen again, and then reluctantly said: "Mutton is a bit fishy."

Cheng Hai took a piece from his bowl without hesitation, and tasted it: "It's not fishy." It tasted very normal.

Although I'm sorry for the disappointment, Shen Xingchi didn't want to talk any more and clutched his stomach in discomfort.

In connection with the drastic change in his eating habits before, Cheng Hai said: "Is it because you feel unwell, have you been to the hospital?"

Shen Xingchi: "There's no need to see a doctor for such a small ailment, it will be fine by yourself after a few days."

Cheng Hai persuaded: "Some things get worse as they drag on. Brother Shen, I think it's better for you to go to the hospital for an examination. Do you want me to take you there?"

"Understood." Shen Xingchi frowned annoyedly, "I'll find time to watch."