Male supporting character in a book: Aren’t we brothers?

Time passed quietly and soon it was the last day of December.

A thin layer of ice formed on the lake in Qing'an Manor. Snowflakes fell gently on the ice, and the grass turned into a white velvet carpet.

A thick layer of snow piled up on the roof, and wisps of green smoke coming out of the chimney filled the air, adding some warmth and vitality to the cold snowy scene.

There was a bustling atmosphere inside the huge floor-to-ceiling window that was separated from the outside. Their five-member team was going to celebrate the New Year in Qinglan Mountain tonight.

"Who on earth suggested to cook this meal by ourselves? In the end, it was Lao Qin who suffered. Hahahaha."

Lu Zhi's exaggerated laughter spread from the restaurant to the kitchen.

Song Mingting just came out of the kitchen with a bunch of things when he heard this. He tutted twice and mocked without mercy:

"I just heard Tang Fei praising Lao Qin as a typical good man, who can handle both the living room and the kitchen."

The corners of Lu Zhi's mouth straightened instantly and the smile disappeared.

The peeler in my hand started to struggle with the carrot very hard.

"I remember someone said they couldn't come at first. Why did they suddenly change their mind?"

Lu Zhi gritted his teeth.

Originally, a few days ago, a few people proposed to spend the New Year's Eve together. At first, Song Mingting refused on the grounds that he refused to eat dog food. Who knew that he changed his mind again today.

Song Mingting took a few potatoes and put them in the basin in front of him, then chuckled and replied:

"I'll tell you if you can cut these potatoes into thin strips."

Jiang Qian'an saw this scene and shook his head and sighed: "It seems that we will never have the chance to know."

Lu Zhi was instantly unhappy, "You. Wait.!"

The next second, a cold voice rang out: "I'm waiting. I'm waiting for you to peel a carrot for a long time. Can you do it?"

Qin Siheng appeared at the kitchen door with a dark face, staring straight at the carrot in Lu Zhi's hand.

It's really annoying. This group of people said they wanted to cook a meal by themselves, but in the end he was the only one who could cook. In the end, he had to bear the most.

Lu Zhi: "One minute, it will be ready soon."

Tang Fei walked past the crowd carrying washed grapes and said leisurely, "You can't do it, one minute~"

For an instant.

Everyone in the empty room was stunned.

Followed by.

Laughter broke out from everyone's mouths after they had endured it to the limit.

"Hahahahahaha..."

"You can't~, Lu Zhi, hahahahahahaha"

.......

Even Qin Siheng, who usually keeps his emotions secret, couldn't help but smile. The corners of his mouth curved up, and bursts of laughter escaped from his throat.

Song Mingting laughed so hard that he bent over and could only stand by holding on to the table next to him.

Lu Zhi's defense was completely broken. "Shut up."

Then he looked at Tang Fei with a face full of grievance: "Fei Fei~" The sound of "Fei Fei" was so melodious and graceful.

Tang Fei coughed twice in embarrassment and placed the grapes in front of Lu Zhi:

"Well, everyone, stop laughing and eat some fruit..."

Jiang Qi'an also chimed in: "Yes... everyone eats fruit hahaha..."

Only the world where Lu Zhi was injured was achieved.

Several people continued to help with the work, while Song Mingting, who was standing by, gained more confidence after watching a tutorial video over and over again.

"I've learned it. I'll make a dish for you tonight."

As he said this, he patted Lu Zhi and gave him a look that said, "I must be better than you."

These words aroused the desire to win among the people present.

Jiang Qian: "I also know a little bit about cooking..."

Tang Fei: "Well, I remember making cookies when I was in school. I think it's worth a try..."

Lu Zhi: “…” You bunch of idiots.

Several people were eager to try and started walking towards the kitchen. The kitchen of the manor was very large and it was not crowded even with several of them in it.

When Jiang Qi'an put on his apron and stood in front of the stove, just as he was about to start cooking, Lu Zhi poked his head in and shouted:

"Xiao Qi, your phone is ringing."

Very good, Master Jiang’s next move was forced to end.

He went out again to answer a phone call.

After a few minutes, Jiang Qian'an walked back into the kitchen, first walked to Qin Siheng and whispered for a while, then walked to Song Mingting.

Jiang Qianan looked at Song Mingting who was measuring with millimeters and preparing to cut: "Brother Mingting, your technique is really accurate."

He looked with his naked eyes and saw that every piece of meat on the chopping board was exactly the same size.

Song Mingting cut it off neatly: "I call this talent."

Jiang Qi'an thought: Shouldn't this be called obsessive-compulsive disorder?

But he didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder and sighed: "Brother Mingting, you won't be alone later, I found someone to come and live with you." Eat dog food.

Of course, he didn't say the last few words.

Song Mingting paused for a moment, "Oh? Do we know each other?"

"My eldest brother, a lonely old man."

"Boom-"

The first piece of meat that Song Mingting cut was of inconsistent size.

Jiang Qian'an's voice was not small, and Tang Fei on the other side also heard it.

"real or fake."

Jiang Qianan walked back to the stove he was about to light, "Really."

Tang Fei nodded and muttered, "Thank goodness, thank goodness."

Jiang Qian'an didn't hear it. He was preparing to make some hand-shredded chicken. He had already turned on the fire and was adding chicken legs, green onions, ginger and cooking wine to cook.

When it came to the next step, he was at a loss again, staring at the pile of small details in a daze.

"How do you make lemon shredded chicken without lemon?" A loud question echoed throughout the kitchen.

Before, when Qin Siheng made lemon shredded chicken for him, it seemed very simple. He just had to boil the chicken, tear it apart, add some ingredients and mix well. But he didn't know how to make anything else.

Qin Siheng came over to explain to him, "An An can try scallion oil, or use something else instead."

The way Jiang Qian'an looked at Qin Siheng was like a god descending to earth.

Song Mingting was puzzled: "Can't your brother eat lemons?"

Tang Fei, who had already put the cookies in the oven, came over and heard this, "Yeah, Brother Chuan is allergic to lemons."

He shook his head with a look of regret: "I have missed out on so many delicious lemon dishes."

Song Mingting nodded thoughtfully.

Tang Fei looked at the meat he was cutting and sighed again: "Brother Mingting, the meat you cut looks like you've been trained. It's surprisingly consistent and straight."

Song Mingting was preparing to make braised pork. The pieces of meat were indeed very neat. After finishing this step, he started the next step, weighing.

Weigh the seasonings according to the instructions.

Tang Fei watched his actions in amazement until his cookies were baked and everyone's dishes were almost finished.

"Hurry up."

The last dish was served, and the table was full of dishes that were dazzling, colorful, fragrant and delicious.

Everyone looked at Qin Siheng with admiration.

Especially Lu Zhi, who still had the cookies made by Tang Fei stuffed in his mouth, praised Qin Siheng even though he was slurring his words:

"I admit that you are a little better than me."

"And Feifei, the cookies are so delicious!"

"I want to take a picture and post it on WeChat Moments!" Tang Fei is typical and enjoys sharing his food on WeChat Moments first.

"Then it seems I've arrived at the perfect time."

A deep and light voice came from outside.