wine is character

"Cooking wine...salt..." I tilted my head when mixing the seasoning, thinking about how much I should put in, learned to pinch a little with my fingers, but felt that it was too little, so I put in a little more, and put in more "It's okay, other Just put the same amount." I didn't care about the precision of the seasoning at all, and started to make the soup I wanted to dry.

"Brown sugar..." After walking around, I realized that there was no brown sugar in the house. Looking at the white sugar on the stove, I thought it was all sugar anyway, and the taste must be similar, so I put a tablespoon of white sugar.

Seeing that the dishes in the pot seemed to be cooked, he couldn't help but feel good, and started to whistle, and dialed Qingfeng's phone along the way.

Qingfeng was sitting in the car, and Uncle Fu was about to take him to dinner, when he was about to ask, the phone behind him rang, "Hello, what are you doing?"

"Have you really learned how to cook?"

Musu on the other end was washing and scrubbing while talking to the phone about his results, "Of course, from buying vegetables to washing vegetables to cooking, one-stop service, I don't mind you coming to taste it."

Qingfeng was really unexpected. He had only been away for a few hours, and that kid really started to learn how to cook. He laughed out loud, "It's more important to taste your first dish. If it's quite good, I won't be too late. .”

"Talk about Qingfeng! Don't look down on people just because you know how to make tomato and egg noodles. Do you know what I made today? Stir-fried celery, and...preserved egg and lean meat porridge, these are better than your tomato and egg Noodles are more difficult, no, it is much more difficult!" Word by word, he emphasized how difficult it is to cook, and Qingfeng couldn't help but hold back his laughter.

I endured it for a long time, and cleared my throat twice, "Yes, it sounds very difficult, but you can't look down on my tomato egg noodles, after all, it helped you when you were hungry and cold, this is too heartless .”

"Tan Qingfeng, do you know why I'm calling you?" Musu's tone was quite forceful, "I want to ask you, have you gone home? If you haven't, hurry over here!"

"Are you going to invite me to 'dinner'?" Qingfeng listened, although Musu said so well, but based on his previous experience of using salt as sugar, he didn't really believe that a person who couldn't even use a rice cooker people can succeed the first time.

"Cooking is for other people to eat. There is no cook who cooks for himself. If my father is not at home, it will be cheaper for you." This little saying is taken for granted, and it is really hard for Qingfeng to refute.

I wanted to refuse at first, but when I thought of the child coming in in a bad mood, it was rare to come up with something to enrich and enrich. join in.

"Okay, Chef Mu, I'm going to rely on you for dinner today, and I'll be here later." After saying a word, before hanging up the phone, he could clearly hear the snickering voice on the other end.

After Qingfeng finished the phone call, Uncle Fu looked in the rearview mirror and found that his mood suddenly became much clearer, and he also understood that he might not be able to eat this dinner.

"Uncle Fu, I'm leaving first, you don't have to see me off." Qingfeng was about to get out of the car without any further explanation.

He was about to push the car door, but was pushed back by a force from outside, a figure flashed past, and when he looked out of the car window, he found a drunk squatting beside the car vomiting.

Uncle Fu got out of the car in disgust and drove away, and kept shouting, "Where is the drunkard, go quickly!" Qingfeng got out of the car from the other side and was about to leave. The drunk squatting next to the car looked very familiar.

Going closer to take a closer look, but was blocked by Uncle Fu, "It's just a drunk, there's nothing to see, don't turn around and pester you, you go quickly."

The drunk squatted on the ground, with one hand tightly pressed against his abdomen, and after vomiting for a while, he raised his head slightly, leaning half of his body against the car.

"Ke Cheng?"

Ke Cheng's face was pale, and he seemed to be thinner than the last time he saw him. Before he could say a few words, he began to retch again, only to find that he didn't vomit anything.

Qingfeng couldn't help but stepped forward to lift him up from the ground, and Ke Cheng lost his strength for a moment and collapsed in his arms, "What's wrong with you?" Before he could reply, Ke Cheng clutched his abdomen and retched again.

Uncle Fu exclaimed, "Blood, he vomited blood." Qingfeng looked down and saw some blood dripping on the ground, only then realized that it was not just drunk, but something more serious. "Uncle Fu, please take us to the hospital."

Ke Cheng fell into the car with his head resting on Qingfeng's thigh. He vomited blood twice, and the blood all fell on Qingfeng's pants.

Ke Cheng was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, one hand pressed against the quilt and dripped, Qingfeng could only quietly stand aside, thinking about the thing that vomited blood just now, it made people shudder.

It's really unexpected that Ke Cheng has stomach bleeding. I don't know what the reason is. Could it be that he has been drinking recently and his stomach has become like this?

When he woke up, it had been dark for a long time, Qingfeng leaned on the chair beside him and closed his eyes to rest his mind, but when he heard the movement on the bed, he immediately opened his eyes.

"Does it still hurt?" Her voice was hoarse, full of tiredness.

"I..." Ke Cheng frowned slightly, as if the pain hadn't completely faded away, and his face was so pale that it seemed that there was no color, but he still supported his body and leaned against the head of the bed, "You sent me to the hospital?"

"Live well these few days." Qingfeng arranged the quilt for him, covering it tightly, fearing that some air leakage would make him uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with me? Could it be a terminal illness?" At this moment, the patient actually joked himself, "At least let me know."

"You just have stomach bleeding. No matter how serious the disease is, it won't kill anyone." Ke Cheng's temperament has not changed at all, and he can always pull himself out of the role of the person involved and say something like a bystander.

"It's really lucky, I was picked up by you, and I was left behind in a ward anyway." Qingfeng bent down to clean up for him, but he stretched out his hand and gently patted the head of the person who was cleaning up for him, "Thank you."

Qingfeng turned slightly to avoid his hand, "You rest first, I'll buy some porridge for you to drink, don't drink any more in the future, the doctor said that you will bleed again, but you won't be able to leave this ward." After finishing speaking, he turned around He left, but his hand was gently grabbed.

The strength of the grasp is very light, at least you can break free with a little shake, but the coldness of this hand and the owner of this hand make it impossible for Qingfeng to break free.

"You have this personality, you are so smart, it makes me very uncomfortable as a patient." If these words were heard by a third party, it would be a bit misleading, but Qingfeng understood it all at once, but pretended not to know , Exhorted a few words and went out.