Don't fall in love with the professor

After returning from Shanghai, the relationship between Zhong Kexing and Jiang Xiaocheng took a step closer.

The Zhong family's parents were both from a scholarly family, and they were well-read poets. At the beginning, they put a lot of thought into naming their son.

Zhong Kexing has lived up to expectations. He has never done anything out of the ordinary in the past 30 years, but people always have emotions, especially with people they like. Once some intimate things start, it is difficult to stop.

Jiang Xiaocheng is naturally shy. Although he has done it many times, he will still blush when facing Zhong Kexing. Ask if you can turn off the lights.

Unexpectedly, this is even more exciting.

This aspect can be called harmony, but the growth trajectories of the two are very different after all, and sometimes they make some jokes because of their different life experiences.

This day was the weekend, and according to the original plan, it was supposed to be a leisurely vacation together, but Zhong Kexing suddenly received a call from the Academic Affairs Office, saying that there was an urgent meeting, and told him to hurry over.

The meeting lasted two hours, Zhong Kexing felt guilty, and called Jiang Xiaocheng on the way back to ask if there was anything he needed to buy.

Jiang Xiaocheng looked through the refrigerator, planning what to have for dinner in his mind, and asked Zhong Kexing if he could take a chicken with him when he passed by the vegetable market on West Street.

The vegetable market on West Street is only a few hundred meters away from Zhong Ke’s home. It is very famous in this neighborhood, but Zhong Kexing didn’t know it existed before. No need to buy, if you want to eat fruit, you can go directly to the supermarket.

Jiang Xiaocheng is different. Although the supermarket is spacious and bright, and the items on the shelves are neatly arranged, which makes people feel comfortable and comfortable, he still likes to choose things at the stalls.

The old man wearing a white vest and holding a cattail fan leisurely paces in the long shed.

The auntie with a woven basket on her elbow stood in front of the vegetable stand, skillfully picking up vegetables and bargaining, forming an imposing manner that no one dared to ignore.

There is also the sound of hawking one after another, the enthusiastic smiling faces, and the fireworks that are not found elsewhere in the noise.

Jiang Xiaocheng only followed the navigation once, and fell in love with it. Every time he bought vegetables, he took Zhong Kexing together, and Zhong Kexing became familiar with him after coming and going.

I chose a chicken in front of the stall, paid the price, and walked home.

It's just that the chicken he chose really surprised Jiang Xiaocheng who opened the door to welcome him.

"You...how did you buy a chicken back?"

When Zhong Kexing heard his inquiry, he thought he had made a mistake, picked up the chicken, looked at its vigilant black eyes, turned around, and asked suspiciously, "Didn't you ask me to buy it?"

Jiang Xiaocheng was speechless.

This is indeed a chicken, but it is not a white chicken that has been processed, but a big rooster that is vigorous and lively.

"It...it's alive."

As if in response to this sentence, the rooster made a cooing sound in its throat, which seemed to be a preparation for crowing, and flapped its wings a few times, probably trying to get out of control.

Zhong Kexing hurriedly held on to its body, and said, "Did I buy it wrong?"

No wonder the neighbor looked at me strangely when I took the elevator.

Jiang Xiaocheng neither cried nor laughed, and said, "I didn't make it clear, what I want is a white chicken, that's..."

I don't know how to describe it for a while.

"It's dead, the hair has been plucked, the kind that can be cooked directly."

"But..." Zhong Kexing showed hesitation, "Didn't you say that like vegetables and meat, the fresher the better?"

Jiang Xiaocheng was glad that what he asked him to buy was a chicken instead of a cow or pig, otherwise this scene would have been unimaginable.

"The fresher the better, but it's alive—I haven't killed a chicken."

Zhong Kexing probably understood what he meant, and asked, "Will you go back?"

"Forget it, I'll try first."

It's too troublesome to go back and forth. Jiang Xiaocheng remembered that he had seen other people kill chickens when he was a child, probably...

While recalling the steps of killing chickens, I weighed the difficulty of implementation in my heart. Although it was the first attempt, it should be no problem.

Hearing what he said, Zhong Kexing handed the live chicken to him, turned around and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

bang-

As soon as the faucet was turned on, the sound of a metal basin falling to the ground suddenly came from outside.

Zhong Kexing hurried out to have a look.

It's amazing.

In the living room, looking for is chasing the big cock all over the living room.

Zouchao is so big, I have never seen anything that can fly, and the rooster probably has never been in contact with such a living thing, so when the two first met, they did not attack rashly, but put their eyes on it and you backed away. I am eager to try.

It was Jiang Xiaocheng who first yelled to find the name in a hurry, and somehow aroused his instinct of shepherding. This chicken and dog chased each other, jumped from the floor to the sofa, and jumped over the coffee table, so Wherever he went, there was thunder and bang, and it was a mess.

Chicken hair and dog hair fell all over the ground.

"What, what should I do?" Jiang Xiaocheng's mind was completely messed up.

Zhong Kexing was still calm, and assigned the task: "I'll stop and look for it, you go and catch the chicken."

"Oh, good."

Looking for it still listened to its master, Zhong Kexing stopped it by its name and kept it from moving.

Jiang Xiaocheng's side didn't go so smoothly. The rooster is dexterous, and the point is that it doesn't fly low. It is difficult to catch it. Besides, although it is not big in size, it still has fighting power, especially the pointed one. Mouth, nagging someone is also very painful.

Zhong Kexing saw it, and said decisively, "I'll do it."

The two of them worked together and finally managed to tame the two animals.

This rooster had gone through a battle, his neck was bald, and his feathers were no longer smooth. He cooed softly, looking really embarrassed.

Zhong Kexing wanted to hand it over to Jiang Xiaocheng, but saw him shaking his head and waving his hands.

"I dare not, I can't do it."

Jiang Xiaocheng originally thought he could do it, but just now in the kitchen, holding a knife in his hand, he couldn't do anything, so the rooster found a chance, broke free, and ran to the living room.

"Then..." Zhong Kexing hesitated, "I'm ready."

"Are you coming?" Jiang Xiaocheng didn't trust him a bit.

Seeing Zhong Kexing walking into the kitchen, standing by the cooking counter, pinching the root of the chicken's wings with one hand, and holding the other hand in mid-air.

"Can you fold my sleeves for me?"

He was so unhurried, as if everything in front of him was trivial, but there was an indescribable charm about him.

Jiang Xiaocheng obeyed subconsciously, unbuttoned his cuffs, and folded them upwards a few times.

Suddenly remembered something, the apron in the drawer, standing behind him, and tied the knot for him.

"The knife is here."

Zhong Kexing glanced at the place Jiang Xiaocheng pointed at, picked up the knife and held it in his hand, feeling that something was wrong, and said:

"There is a set of knives on the third floor of the study cabinet, which are packed in black cloth bags. They should be easy to find."

Jiang Xiaocheng agreed and said, "I'll get it."

According to what he said, he quickly brought over what Zhong Kexing said.

It is said to be a knife, but it is actually a dissector commonly used in laboratories. In addition to scalpels, there are also tools such as tweezers and long scissors.

Although Jiang Xiaocheng hadn't seen it before, he also guessed that it was a special tool for experiments. Zhong Kexing probably thought it was convenient for him to use it to kill chickens.

Standing aside again, he asked, "What else do I need to do?"

Zhong Kexing originally wanted Jiang Xiaocheng to stay and help, but judging from his previous performance, he should not have seen any bloody scenes. Knowing that he was soft-hearted, he said, "I can do it myself. Do you want to wait for me outside?"

Jiang Xiaocheng breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Then I'll clean up the living room."

Clean up the chicken and dog hairs on the floor tiles, and appease the mood of looking for a meal.

In just ten minutes, Zhong Kexing opened the kitchen door and said, "The chicken is ready."

"So fast." Jiang Xiaocheng straightened the last sofa pillow and hurried over to have a look.

Zhong Kexing said it was done, and it was really done. The big rooster became the kind of "white chicken" that Jiang Xiaocheng wanted. The chicken blood was placed in a bowl, and the internal organs were cleaned up, neatly stacked on the plate inside.

As for the feathers and other garbage, they were all packed in black bags.

Why is he so powerful, he can do everything so perfectly.

"Cough... When I was in school, I killed a chicken in anatomy class and observed its various organs and systems."

It was because Jiang Xiaocheng's adoring eyes were too explicit, and Zhong Kexing felt uncomfortable, so he couldn't help explaining.

There is no omnipotent person, but Jiang Xiaocheng doesn't understand it, and Zhong Kexing happens to know it.

"Did you just use this knife? This... is the kind used for surgery?" Jiang Xiaocheng picked up the knife on the plate and looked around.

"Almost," Zhong Kexing reminded, "Be careful, this one is very sharp."

Jiang Xiaocheng held the handle, felt its weight, and just found it interesting. The next second, he heard Zhong Kexing say:

"We have also dissected grasshoppers, rabbits, earthworms, roundworms, and toads, which are toads/clams/toads."

"Ascaris, roundworm?"

"Yeah." Zhong Kexing thought that Jiang Xiaocheng didn't understand, so he gave him a popular science:

"Ascaris is a nematode parasitic in the human intestine, and the adult worms are slightly pink or yellowish."

He paused for a while, as if afraid that he would not understand, and wanted to make a metaphor.

"Oh, you may not have seen it, it looks a bit like rice noodles—"

Jiang Xiaocheng promises not to eat rice noodles for a month!

The hairs all over his body stood up, and the hand holding the knife didn't seem to be his own anymore.

Stopping Zhong Kexing's next words, he stammered and asked, "You, is this the same knife you used to cut roundworms?"

Zhong Kexing looked into his eyes and understood his concerns.

"of course."

pat-

The knife in Jiang Xiaocheng's hand fell into the sink.

Zhong Kexing couldn't help it anymore, the dimples on his cheeks deepened, "Of course not."

He added: "This knife is new and has never been used."

Only then did Jiang Xiaocheng come to his senses, his face turned from white to red, the white inside was rosy, and he stared at Zhong Kexing with black grape-like eyes, which was very exciting.

Jiang Xiaocheng has always been very talkative, Zhong Kexing is not a harsh person, not to mention that it is the time when the honey is mixed with oil, and there are occasional frictions, but most of them are resolved flatly.

It would be great if life can be maintained like this, plain and harmonious, without quarrels, and a little joke once in a while.

There is only one thing, the opinions of the two can never reach an agreement.

The author has something to say: the next book will be "The Second Escaping Marriage", the story of a little angel healing the gloomy attack, welcome to bookmark and support