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Gu Erli didn't think it was strange all the way, until he arrived at Lin Zeyong's house, and when he took the pot to rinse the tap, he realized that he was going to cook for Fu Lang.

Cook porridge for the sick Uncle Fu Lang.

This matter itself is quite mysterious.

Lin Zeyong was helping to choose vegetables beside him, watching him turn the pot over and over and rinse it no less than five times, Lin Zeyong finally couldn't help but said, "Are you planning to eat this casserole together?"

"No." Gu Erli turned the pot upside down and emptied the water, put it on the table and said, "It's not like you don't know about Fu Lang's problem, he's a clean freak."

Lin Zeyong smiled: "I didn't see that you were so careful."

"Can you not be careful? I was kicked when I came to the dormitory the day before. It was because I accidentally lay on his bed." Gu Erli said.

"Yo." Lin Zeyong glanced at him in surprise, with an exaggerated expression, "It's lucky that he didn't chop you up, do you know how annoying Fu Lang is when people touch his bed? When he was in junior high school, there was a brat Sitting on his bed, he directly carried him out from the balcony."

"This brat is you." Gu Erli said.

"Fuck, you discovered all of this." Lin Zeyong peeled off an onion and said, "Do you want to make porridge with shredded chicken and vegetables?"

"That's right." Gu Erli remembered that Fu Lang told him to put some shredded chicken at noon last night, and he felt a little unsure.

Or send a text message to ask.

——"Uncle Fu, what kind of porridge do you want?"

——"Porridge."

- "Okay... I just bought chicken..."

——"Then put it in, there's nothing wrong with it."

"I remember that Fu Lang doesn't eat chicken." Lin Zeyong glanced at him and said, "But it must taste like chicken, so you have to put it in when cooking porridge, and pick it out when you drink it."

"Sister, this person has so many problems, how can you stand him?" Gu Erli looked puzzled.

"Why can't I stand him? He doesn't need me to serve him when he eats." Lin Zeyong said.

"Yes." Gu Erli sighed.

"But I think Fu Lang would like to see you." Lin Zeyong finished choosing the onion, put it on the chopping board and cut it into shreds.

"Then I really didn't find out." Gu Erli grabbed a handful of rice and washed it repeatedly.

"If he really bothers you, he won't even look at you." Lin Zeyong said.

"Really." Gu Erli said, "Then should I feel honored?"

Thank you Fu Lang for your love, and never tire of cheating him every day.

"That's right, Fu Lang seems to be your only friend in class." Gu Erli thought for a long time, but he didn't remember what Fu Lang had said to anyone other than Lin Zeyong, "How did you two know each other?"

"We have the same mother." Lin Zeyong said.

"Hold the grass?" It can't be, it doesn't look like it at all.

"Idiot. My mother is his godmother." Lin Zeyong explained.

Gu Erli felt that he talked a lot with Lin Zeyong today, and he learned too much information about Fu Lang in one day, and he didn't want to appear too gossip, so he didn't ask any further.

"He must be driving right now." Lin Zeyong said, "He will pay on Thursday... Oh yes, did Fu Lang tell you that he is a cv?"

"No." Gu Erli lowered his head, rubbed the rice vigorously, and muttered in his heart, don't continue this topic any more.

But Lin Zeyong didn't seem to hear his heart, and said to himself: "Then you should really listen to Fu Lang's fake voice. Let me tell you, he is very powerful. His fake voice is almost fake, and Jiao Pan can make people scream." hard."

Gu Erli lowered his head in embarrassment, laughed twice and said, "It's an exaggeration."

"I'll play it for you." Lin Zeyong played the ASMR that Gu Erli was very familiar with without saying a word.

Gu Erli had a stiff expression on his face: "On this level, it won't make people hard."

"Anyway, Fu Lang has a nickname in our club, it's called Live Aphrodisiac."

At first glance, it is not a serious society.

Gu Erli asked silently: "What's the name of your club?"

"Everything is silent."

So Gu Erli remembered it in his heart.

The casserole was stuffy for two hours before the porridge was fully cooked.

Watching the lid of the pot being pushed straight down, the gurgling sound kept going.

He hurriedly brought the pot, forgetting to put a towel on it in a hurry.This time it was so hot that he almost dropped his hand and fell.

Fortunately, he didn't lose his hand after putting it on the table, otherwise these few hours of effort would have been wasted again.

The palms were red and blistered.

Gu Erli didn't have time to look at it, he turned on the faucet and rinsed it twice, and then he didn't care anymore.

Anyway, he has rough skin and thick flesh, so he didn't feel much.

The porridge smelled pretty good, and it was covered in the thermos before it could smell it.

Looking at the time here, it's already 01:30 in the afternoon.

When he arrived at the place, Fu Lang was going crazy with hunger, staring at him like a wolf, almost turning green.

"Fuck, can you stop looking at me like that. Those who didn't know thought you were going to eat me alive."

Gu Erli took out a small bowl from the thermos and put it on the table for him, because his right hand was still a little hurt just now, and he couldn't hold it steady, so a little porridge spilled out and dripped on the table.

Fu Lang, a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, couldn't take it anymore, so he immediately took out a tissue and wiped it clean for him.

Gu Erli handed him a small plastic spoon, looked at him kindly and said, "How about a taste?"

Fu Lang looked up at him and said, "What's wrong with your hand? Such a big blister?"

"Ah?" Gu Erli raised his hand and looked at it, "Ah... I would have forgotten it if you didn't tell me."

"Bring it here, let me have a look." Fu Lang frowned and reached out to him.

"It's not a big deal, you don't need to look at it." Gu Erli said.

"Come on." Fu Lang directly pulled his arm over, held it up to his eyes and said, "It must have been scalded while cooking porridge."

Gu Erli scratched his eyebrows: "My craft is a little rusty, I accidentally burned it."

"Stupid." Fu Lang rolled his eyes at him, "I've never seen you so stupid, you can burn your hands with a pot."

"Huh?" Gu Erli was a little surprised, "How do you know..."

"Otherwise, could it be that you put your hand into the pot and stirred it and burned it?" Fu Lang said angrily, "You, sit here and wait. I'll go to the doctor for some burn ointment."

Although Fu Lang's voice was not loud, it had a deterrent force that could not be rejected.

"It's not that expensive." Just as Gu Erli was about to say no, he had already left.

When Fu Lang came back, he really had a roll of gauze and a tube of burn ointment in his hand.

"Stretch out your hand." Fu Lang twisted the cap, and applied some on his hands. His fingers were slender and fair, with well-defined knuckles, and he swirled it into the palm of his hand to wipe it away.

Gu Erli stretched out his hand obediently and put it on the table.

Fu Lang glared at him, grabbed his hand and said, "Hold it."

Looking at his serious look, Gu Erli felt a little funny, then raised his hand and handed it to the person.

After Fu Lang used his fingertips to spread evenly on the burnt area, the skin that was still slightly painful just now was much better and felt a little cool.After wiping off the medicine, Fu Lang wrapped gauze around him twice more.

Gu Erli looked at his hands, thinking that the knot was pretty well tied.

After wrapping it up for others, Fu Lang sat down and took a sip of porridge, picked out the shredded meat one by one, and said to Gu Erli without looking up: "It's pretty good."

Yo, this is a compliment to me.

Gu Erli reacted, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and said, "That must be."

After knowing this facial paralysis for so many days, he finally uttered a comforting sentence.

Fu Lang drank very quickly, a bowl of porridge was drained in a short while.After drinking, he wiped his mouth, stood up, glanced at Gu Erli and said, "Okay, pack up and go."

"Where are you going?" Gu Erli screwed on the lid of the thermos, wondering if the porridge was really delicious.

"Back to school." Fu Lang said, "Where else can I go?"

"Aren't you hospitalized?" Gu Erli asked.

"What kind of hospital do you still live in?" Fu Lang said, "I've been fine for a long time."

Not two days after being hospitalized, Gu Erli had a fever on the first day, and was burned again on the second day.If he is still not well if he continues to live here, Gu Erli probably will come in first.

"Tsk, you're not afraid of infection?"

"Anywhere you lie down is infected." Fu Lang walked out of the door and said, "Anyway, you don't want to escape responsibility."

The author has something to say:

You are not responsible for Li Zi's matter to the end, it really can't be justified!

Gu Erli:? ? ?Why do I feel like I've been ripped off?