suddenly tired

The driver, who was concentrating on cooking, seemed to be in a happy mood, and even hummed a song softly.It seems that only at such times can we see his relaxed side, and only when preparing ingredients can Zhong Lei show a delicacy that is completely different from his appearance.

The mushrooms are roasted on a baking tray to produce juice, the soup is collected and chopped, cooked in the porridge, and mussels are added, two different kinds of freshness, he fused it into a pot of porridge.The oxtail was handled very cleanly. He cooked it in a pressure cooker first, and then divided it into two parts. One half was braised in soy sauce, and the other half was reserved for soup.Ji Sumian helped out in this small kitchen, washing vegetables, chopping ginger and onions and other auxiliary materials. He didn't leave when he had nothing to do. Sometimes he dipped his hand in some soup to taste, and sometimes he stole a piece of ox tail to eat.

"You go out and wait, don't squeeze here, it's too hot."

"Could the kitchen not be hot? Turn on the fire. I didn't squeeze in."——The implication is that I want to stay here.

"Look at how promising you are! You eat it before adding salt, get out!"

He didn't say anything when he was kicked out, he curled his lips and licked his fingers, looking satisfied.

The braised oxtail is rich in soy sauce, occasionally with crushed black pepper, and the tip of the tongue is very refreshing; the stew is the original flavor of beef, seasoned with white pepper and garlic, a bowl of soup is delicious and refreshing, not greasy at all.Ji Sumian drank a bowl, smashed it with an empty bowl, and was hesitating whether to order soup or porridge, Zhong Lei decided for him, "Eat porridge, don't drink so much soup, you can't eat it after drinking water." .”

"Second Uncle, the food you cook is so delicious, I don't want to give up any of them, as if I failed the other."

"Tch, keep the soup, I'll cook noodles for you tomorrow morning."

Only then did Ji Sumian nodded in satisfaction. The porridge in his mouth had a natural fresh and sweet taste of the ingredients, and the mushroom and seafood matched perfectly.His eyes were a little wet, thinking of an old incident.

In the first few months in the United States, he was tormented by three meals such as grilled chicken, steak, sushi sandwiches, thinking about bistro dishes, turning on video sites to watch cooking shows, and turning to a rock band called rock and soil on variety shows To cook, obviously only one of those few people can do it, and the others are helpless, which is to add to the chaos. The moment the meat was poured into the frying pan and the flames burst out, everyone backed away in fright, only the chef himself turned the spoon gracefully. This cluster of rising flames ignited his own enthusiasm for cooking. A rock band lead singer can do it well. He also has to learn cooking, so he can't treat his stomach badly anymore.

Facts have proved that human beings can work harder than they imagined for delicious food. After wasting two or three kilograms of chicken legs, Ji Sumian still did not give up and sent a private message to that person on Weibo: Teacher Ke Wen, I am a International student, I am studying in Los Angeles in high school. I saw you make a dish on a variety show. I feel very homesick. I want to make it myself, but after trying it a few times, the taste is not right, and I don’t know what went wrong. Can you tell How do I fry chicken thighs?Are there any unique steps that are not covered in the show? I have watched the part of you cooking bytheway more than a dozen times, but I still haven't learned it... Please forgive me if I disturb you, thank you.

Ji Sumian had no hope at first. He followed this variety show to find the band's previous videos. A certain college student music festival emerged, and he made his official debut after graduation. His style is British rock, and he keeps trying new music forms. It is a very talented band. It seems that cooking is just a hobby of one of them.They have a lot of performances, and their schedules are also busy, and their private messages should have been drowned in so many messages that they have disappeared.

However, at lunch time one day, he received a reply: "Hello, thank you for liking my dishes, the reason for the editing of the show, the whole process is not shown, the specific steps are as follows: deboned and diced chicken legs, add cooking wine, sugar,... ..." At the end he also wrote, "If there are other things you want to cook but don't know how to do, you can ask me. Cooking is very simple, and there is no problem if you master the basic process. I hope you can taste the taste of home in a foreign country. I wish you a good education Success."

Calculating the time, it should be three o'clock in the morning in China. Ji Sumian has lost his appetite for the subway in his hand, and only the "taste of home" is left in his heart.

Before he finished his meal, Zhong Lei went to take a shower first, and went out after washing. Ji Sumian thought he was going out to smoke, so he didn't ask, and continued to stare at the casserole. Even thinking about whether to pack the soup and take it to the cafeteria for bibimbap tomorrow.

Zhong Lei came back and threw something like a sticker to him: "Put your knees together when you take a shower. Will it work?"

"what is this?"

"Waterproof application, tear off the opaque layer on the back, align it with the sticker, and then tear off the transparent layer on the top."

The description was already very clear, but Ji Sumian said without thinking, "No, I didn't understand."

"...Just keep saying that I have enough IQ?"

"Second Uncle, IQ must be used wisely."

"Pull it down, come here!" Zhong Lei was half-kneeling, he was careful when applying the stickers, his movements were very light, and he held his knees like holding a little chick, which was very different from his usual unhappy tough mood. Are not the same.At first Ji Sumian wasn't used to this kind of irascible kindness. After a long time, I don't know whether it's self-deception or habit, but he finds it cute.

I usually look up to this person, but now I look at him from this angle, his hair is very short, and each strand is standing upright, looking arrogant and stubborn.Curious about how it would feel, Ji Sumian gently raised his hand, wanting to touch it, but when Zhong Lei raised his head, he immediately shrank back.

"Okay, let's take a shower!"

Ji Sumian pursed her lips, went to take a bath with a little regret in her heart, and said after she came out, "It's quite tightly attached, and no water has entered at all. Hey, second uncle, how do you know there is such a thing?"

Zhong Lei recalled: "Well... I posted it when I got a tattoo before."

"Ah, you still have tattoos, show me what you have tattooed."

"No."

"Just take a look, so stingy!"

"Washed off."

"I don't believe it! Show me." Ji Sumian stopped wiping his hair and pulled his clothes, "Where is it?"

Zhong Lei took a big step back: "Wash it, just wash it, why lie to you!"

Before Ji Sumian let go, he was pulled back and almost fell down. Zhong Lei reached out to help him again, and put his arms around his waist.

It is elastic to the touch, not as thin as it looks, but still has some muscles. Zhong Lei didn't grasp his strength, and he grabbed it tightly while hugging him. Ji Sumian's waist softened and his knees hurt. Kneeling down, hugging his waist with both hands in a panic, pressing his face in an extremely embarrassing position.

Zhong Lei was hugged and froze at the moment, he was taken aback for a moment before he was pulled up: "What nonsense!" He became furious and slapped him.

——It was shot in the second awkward position, the little butt bouncing softly.

……

"Well, I'm going out to smoke a cigarette." One person tried to be calm but ran away, while the other blushed and didn't dare to look at him directly.

The word embarrassment filled the surrounding air.Zhong Lei stood outside the door and took a few rounds of deep breaths before he calmed down his racing heart.He was a little annoyed, he accidentally made himself look like a strange uncle who molested a little boy, and his nervousness seemed to indicate that he was not innocent. The two men had been fighting for a while, but it was actually nothing, it should be nothing... right?

Ji Sumian, who had just taken a shower, became hot again. He admitted that he was a layman, and some of his feelings did come from physical contact.At this moment, any clichés are not enough to describe his mood: hope exists in the heart, and it is different from having hope in the fingertips.

"What are you doing out here?" Zhong Lei smoked half of a cigarette when he saw Ji Sumian poking his head out of the door.

"Smoking with you."

"You are not allowed to smoke!"

"I don't smoke, I don't know how, I just want to sit here." He sat down next to Zhong Lei, as if nothing happened.

"Fortunately, it seems that he didn't take it seriously." Zhong Lei thought so.

A gust of wind blows and the leaves rustle.The banyan tree on the opposite side grows in a strange position, close to the back wall of the house, with distinct roots on the wall, and the treetop grows on the roof. Seen from other directions, it seems to grow out of the house.

"This tree really grows..." Ji Sumian couldn't think of a suitable word to describe it for a while.

"Tough." Zhong Lei suddenly said a word, which happened to be everywhere.

Tenacity, stubbornness, toughness, difficult situations, and luxuriant vitality.

"Yes. Like someone who lives here."

Zhong Lei lit another one and asked, "How do you feel living here?"

"It's good to get used to it."

"It's good? You don't even have a bed, it's good?"

"I didn't see so many hardworking people when life was easy before, and now I feel that everything is not taken for granted. People here look tired and downcast, but they still get up as usual when they should work every day."

Zhong Lei smiled: "Do you think they want to work hard? Life is forced to do nothing."

"Who is not forced by life? There is not only this urban village in the city. Those well-dressed migrant workers shuttle in various Soho, various centers, various buildings, and various countries. No one knows who came from such a place. Those who came out of the shanty town, just like me."

"You are a young master from a poor family. You should experience life. It is very hard to live such a life for a long time."

Ji Sumian was silent for a while, then said quietly: "Our family's situation, I'm afraid we will have to live like this in the future, I'm already prepared." He turned his head to stare into Zhong Lei's eyes, then looked down, Looking at the tip of the nose, lips, and chin, I saw the depression under the Adam's apple, where there is a small piece of moonlight, "Fortunately, I have you."

Just like this, every coincidence, inadvertent, accidental touch, random sentence, seems frivolous, but has a heavy feeling.

Zhong Lei seemed to have been hit on the head by a big watermelon, his head was buzzing, but there was an inexplicably sweet smell.

"It's getting late, go back to bed." He put out the cigarette, got up and said.

At two o'clock in the morning, it was probably the quietest time in Xingyuan Village. When Zhong Lei's cell phone rang, Ji Sumian was startled, got up and sat under the quilt, in a daze, his body was awake but his brain was obviously not yet awake.

Jumping down from the attic and seeing him like this, Zhong Lei was amused: "I'll go out for a while, you lock the door."

"Where are you going?"

"Children's Hospital, Xiao Chen's children are sick. They say they have a rash all over their body and keep crying. I'll take them there." Zhong Lei hurried out of the house wearing a thin coat.

The children's hospital at night is a kind of hidden excitement. Although there are many people, it is quieter than in the daytime. The adults are tired, and the children are also tired. Zhong Lei accompanied them to the registration office, only to learn that there is no emergency department in the dermatology department. If you want to see the emergency department, you can only go to the internal medicine department, and there are 140 numbers in front of the internal medicine department, and you need to wait for two or three hours.

It's all here, so I can only go to the emergency department to wait. The little daughter of the Chen family is tired from crying, and she is twitching in her mother's arms, half asleep and half awake. The plaque should be very itchy, and she scratched it from time to time in her sleep.The benches in the emergency room were already full of people, as were the steps. It was hard to find a person in the infusion room. Many parents were holding up clothes poles with infusion bottles hanging on them. This was the first time Zhong Lei saw such a device. , feel novel and sad.

They found a corner to sit down, let the child sleep more comfortably, and Zhong Lei began to reply to WeChat.

Su Mian: Second Uncle, have you arrived yet?How is the kid?

ZL: There is no emergency department in the dermatology department. I was referred to the internal medicine department. There are more than 100 people in front of me. Wait, go to sleep.

Ji Sumian didn't reply to his WeChat, but called after a while:

"Second Uncle, cancel your account now and go to the Sixth Affiliated Hospital. Miss Xiaoyu is on the night shift today. You go to her. She asks the doctor on duty to look at it for you. Don't wait in the Children's Hospital soon."

This kid is quite useful at critical moments.

So this visit to the doctor, which should have lasted all night, came to an end soon. Xiao Chen went home just in time to start his new day of preparations for the breakfast car. Two more cans of coffee.