【Bottle Evil】Naughty

The fat man said that I seem to be out of my mind these days, and I don't know which ecstasy soup in Yucun I drank.I simply don't know where to start, or how to describe the situation in words.Speaking of difficulties, I have encountered countless difficulties in the past few years, and each one is more difficult than the other, and I have overcome them either smoothly or thrillingly.Today's situation is not difficult, but it is the most obscure.

If it is more specific, it should be said: Poker bottle's attitude towards me seems a bit strange.

This matter made me think for a long time. It stands to reason that he is a person who has no attitude. As long as we don't blow up the ancient building of the Zhang family or the Changbai Mountains, he will probably sit and watch everything calmly forever.However, since that night, I have gradually noticed that there is an indescribable meaning in Poker-Face's attitude towards me now.It's like a bottle of glue, which is colorless and transparent, but one day a trace of color is suddenly mixed in.It still sticks so tightly that I can't see what's mixed in.

What happened that night, if you look at it with the eyes of ordinary people, seems to be just a little joke among friends.But in Poker Face, the word joke has never been tenable. Does he seem like a person who can make jokes?Did he enroll in a cross talk class behind that door in the past ten years?

I tentatively think that there may have been some changes in his personality.As for other reasons, let's not go into it for the time being.

There is a well in the courtyard of this house, which can meet our water needs from morning till night.The clear underground well water is cool, and its status is very sacred in this hot summer. Brother Xiaoman and us all like to use the water in the well to wash our bodies.When the sun is setting, it is very pleasant to wash off the heat of the day with cold water, and then go back to the house for dinner.

It is not advisable to eat too much at night. We basically eat noodles these days. On the one hand, it is convenient to cook, and on the other hand, it is also easy to digest.There is only one kind of noodles at home, but there are many ways to make them.Fried noodles or soup noodles, white soup or red soup, what are the toppings and sauces, how much are the auxiliary ingredients, whether to add chopped green onion... a bowl of noodles is a concentrated world.

My taste is more southern, relatively light, and I like to cook it soft.Fatty is obviously a northerner. He always thinks that the vermicelli in clear soup is tasteless and chewy.So today I gave him the kitchen, said "please", and let him play freely according to his own preferences.

I was combing the hair on Brother Xiaoman's back outside, and I saw the fat man busy by the stove, chopping vegetables and marinating pork belly. Oil bottle to eat.

I walked to the yard, Poker Fase was fetching water from the well.He took off his clothes, was completely naked, carried a bucket full of water, and poured it on himself.The lines of his whole body are very well-proportioned, and he has not retreated after staying behind the door for so long, so I couldn't help but take a few more glances, staring at the water flowing from one place to another.I think I may be out of envy, so I can't help but linger for a while.

With a splash, the water fell on the ground. The sound brought me back to my senses immediately, and I called Pone Youping to go back to the house for dinner.He glanced at me and nodded.I suddenly felt something was wrong. At that moment just now, did Pokerfing's eyes have any opinion on me?

I was a little surprised, and said to myself that I haven't asked you to settle the debt, so what happened to my body?

Some thoughts crept out quietly.I looked away, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be a trace of embarrassment.The fat man is right, I seem to have encountered a demonic obstacle myself.

I can't remember the full details of how I got along with Poker Ping in the early years.I just have a gut feeling that something seems to be missing in our relationship right now.What I want now is a simple life, however, when facing this guy Poker Bottle, everything is not simple.

My own mentality seems to have changed. In fact, this change has quietly taken root since Ponyouping walked out of Changbai Mountain.Until he and Fatty returned to Hangzhou with me, and then came to Yucun, this kind of change did not decrease but increased, and the degree was even worse.Regarding the expression of Poker Ping and I in daily communication, I always feel that there are other hidden meanings besides indifference.But then again, what could that mean?Could it be that I am thinking too much?

In fact, I don't think I am an overly sensitive person, and I have been able to accept many changes all the way to this day.But when it comes to stuffy oil bottles, I become very forgetful.After countless bizarre dilemmas, is this the last challenge?I don't know what's going on in my subconscious mind, it's like everything is messed up, all the established trajectories have changed.

According to previous experience, if there is a problem with the communication with others, I will definitely take the initiative to figure it out, and then give a plan with the least loss to stop the loss in time.But there are some things that cannot be solved routinely, not about interests, but something in the corner of my heart.

I glanced into the yard a few more times. Poker Fase had dried himself and put on his clothes.

Back inside, the fat man brought noodles to the table, not fried noodles or soup noodles, but stewed noodles.

As the name suggests, it is cooked with a lid on.The bottom of the pot is fried beans and pork belly, and the top is pre-cooked noodles.At this time, pour a bowl of cold water and cover the pot.The water level is enough to cover the beans and meat without sticking to the noodles. The so-called stew is to use water vapor to stew after turning the heat to a low level.

After the water in the pot has evaporated, use sesame oil and soy sauce to make a second bowl of water, add it in and continue to simmer.The chemical and physical reactions that occur in the ingredients are hidden under the lid.Because it is necessary to avoid the dissipation of water vapor as much as possible, the cover cannot be easily removed.The lid of the pot is not transparent, and people can hardly see what is inside. They can only judge how much water in the pot has evaporated based on experience, and guess what step has been made in the pot.

So the appearance is almost hidden, except for adding water once on the way.

The fat man explained the cooking steps to us, just like Pandora's box, you can only know what it looks like when you open it.Only by removing the lid can you see whether the inside meets your expectations.

I thought it was just a meal, but there are so many ways.After listening to Fatty's private stewed noodle tutorial, he turned his head and saw that Poker Bottle had already eaten more than half of the bowl, and his fighting power was amazing.

However, noodles are indeed something that can be processed at will. According to the fat man, "There is no standard answer to this. You can do whatever you want, as long as you think it's appropriate."

However, this kind of braised noodles cannot be eaten dry. After a few mouthfuls, I felt that it was too salty.

The fat man looked at the oil bottle and said, "Brother, why don't you cook tomorrow? Are you used to cooking or frying, or do you have any other ideas?"

I'm afraid Pokerfing doesn't pay much attention to food, I thought to myself, most likely he can eat the food once it's cooked.

Then I heard Poker Fing say indifferently: "I'm used to Wu Xie's way."

I almost choked when I heard the fat man yelling that it was unfair, "It's two to one. I was expecting the three in my family to be one to one. Brother, you can't bend the law for personal gain."

I told the fat man that bending the law for personal gain is not the way to do it, and the fat man blurted out, "Aren't you two 'selfish'?"

I didn't know how to reply for a moment, and my heart was in a mess.

The fat man said again: "Then I have no credit but hard work. If I want to cook this side well, it requires a lot of skill." In order to comfort the fat man's wounded and fragile heart, I praised him with nice words, and he reluctantly accepted it. , and then decided that I would be responsible for cleaning the pot and washing the dishes today.

It took me a long time to wash the lid of the pot, because the lid was kept on while the noodles were stewed, which meant that all the oil and meat were stuffed into it.This cover is still the old-fashioned wooden one, which is easy to absorb oil.

This pot really took me a while to clean. After cleaning the pot, I left the sink and went to the wall of the house to add another one. I had to get a new pot.There is a piece of paper stuck to the wall, and there is a long list of to-do items, which the fat man and I wrote down one by one on the day we moved into this old house, from replacing floor tiles to repairing light bulbs, to buying a footbath, and listing nearly everything. Hundreds of titles.

I took a pen, took a closer look, and saw that the paper on the wall had been filled, so I simply pulled out a new paper, intending to paste it after finishing writing.

I just wrote a word at the table when I heard Poker Fase's footsteps.His walk is very characteristic, steady and light, and the frequency of his steps has always been quite familiar to me.Could it be that he came to supervise me doing the dishes?I thought to myself, that's too strict.

Poker-Face walked up to me and sat down, didn't say anything, just watched me write.I bowed my head to write, and he remained silent, his eyes seemed to be on me or my pen.

This quiet atmosphere makes me feel a little strange for some reason.Being alone with Poker Ping, I couldn't stop my thoughts from diverging, and I started to think about some things, and I thought about some previous things.

"Brother, do you want to write something?" I tapped the paper with the tip of my pen.

The stuffy oil bottle shook his head.

I sighed secretly in my heart, and said again: "Then do you have any plans in Yu Village? Do you have any suggestions for improving our house?"

He looked at me and shook his head.

I put down my pen and said, "To be honest, neither the fat man nor I know what you think. Are you going to do something now? How many years will you live here? Do you want to..."

"Wu Xie, you really don't know my plan?" He said suddenly.

I thought to myself that you haven't talked to us about anything, how could I know?Looking up at Poker-Face's eyes, I was taken aback, suddenly speechless, the question he asked was actually not that simple.

I have always said that he is a stuffy bottle. The lid of this stuffy bottle is always closed and he doesn't talk much, so it looks very mysterious to outsiders.Once he speaks, it means that this moment is indeed worth his speaking.

The thoughts in my mind went around for countless rounds, I opened my mouth, and was about to ask another question, when Poker Ping suddenly leaned closer.

He didn't speak, and he was too blocked to let me speak.

At that moment I didn't know how to react.I boasted that I have seen countless turbulent waves, but I was completely stunned at this moment.I just felt my heart start beating wildly and there was a hot touch on my lips, a kiss.

Before I had time to sort out my thoughts, Poker Bottle had already told me with actions what those vague and obscure things that I couldn't understand these days really meant.

Poker bottle and I are slightly separated, still close to the face.He looked me in the eyes and asked me, "Do you know now?"

I was taken aback for a moment, and nodded my head like a ghost, thinking that I didn't think too much, that's really what I meant.

All those hidden changes, his attitude, my state of mind, the box that contained these things was opened.There is no standard answer to this kind of thing, this is my own answer.There was a trace of surprise in my heart, but more, it was the feeling of a big stone falling in my heart.

Seeing that I didn't resist at all, Poker-Face quickly moved closer and kissed deeper. I suddenly found that this kind of interaction was actually very comfortable.I don't know how long it took, but slowly, he gradually became stronger, almost suppressing me out of breath.

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