Who do you hear that I hate you

I stayed here for ten days in a flash.

Duan Xilin ran back in fright when he saw the puppy, and now the puppy can run around him without panic.Of course, hugging a puppy, which is more than an act for him, is still a little frightening.

During the day, I act as a teacher, teaching children to sing and dance, and hold small entertainment activities from time to time in the afternoon.Sometimes it's a stage performance, sometimes it's a competition.

The days were quite fulfilling.

Duan Chengyue's words are not all lies, there are indeed a lot of fish, shrimp and fruits here.The fish catching activity held in the village two days ago, together with the meat and vegetables sent by the villagers, and the barbecue tools discussed with the program group, I really enjoyed a comfortable life with the evening wind blowing, drinking beer, and eating barbecue .

Duan Xilin came back from the classroom in the morning, and Cheng Dongping just came back with vegetables.The division of labor for lunch is still Duan Xilin washing the vegetables, while Cheng Dongping is in charge of cooking.

Duan Xilin took a basin of washed vegetables and brought a small bench into the kitchen.

"What are you doing here?" The kitchen is so big that the oily fumes can't escape easily, and every dish is smoky.

"It's you who cook all the time, I'm sorry." Duan Xilin sat curled up on the small bench, propped his chin with both hands and said, "Or I'll sing for you, as background music."

Cheng Dongping poured the oil into the pot with a chuckle, there was a buzzing sound, the oil splashed all over him, and a few drops even fell on Duan Xilin's arm, and the tingling sensation came over immediately.Cheng Dongping didn't notice it and said: "Be careful of using your voice too much. Besides, it's a waste of your voice to sing here, so don't do it."

Duan Xilin rubbed his arms, glanced at the many large and small scratches on Cheng Dongping's hands, went out sullenly, and put the small bench under the jujube tree, still maintaining the same posture.

Cheng Dongzao has been completely freed from restraint, and it wags its tail and moves towards Duan Xilin. Duan Xilin instinctively hides for a moment before calming down, letting Dongzao turn around at his feet.

There was no entertainment software in the phone without a sim card inserted, so he kept the phone screen on and off as he had nothing to do.His eyes flicked to the date on the screen.

8 month 20 number.

Duan Xilin was thoughtful, he stood up abruptly, put the phone in his pocket, washed his hands, walked into the kitchen and said, "Let me cook for you."

A plate of shredded pork with green peppers just came out of the pot, and the aroma wafted in the air. Duan Xilin swallowed, walked to the stove, and stuffed a piece of shredded pork into his mouth.

"Are you going to stir-fry or eat vegetables?" Cheng Dongping looked at him helplessly, raised his chin and said, "Take a pair of chopsticks and serve the dishes out to eat."

"Oh." Duan Xilin held the food in one hand and the chopsticks in the other. After eating two bites, he suddenly realized that he was obviously going to steal the teacher. How did he become a food thief? ?

He quickly put down the dishes, went back to the kitchen and said, "Let me do it, I don't think it's very difficult, just take a shovel..." Duan Xilin gestured in the air.

After washing the pot, Cheng Dongping wiped his hands with a rag and said, "What do you want to cook?"

"I..." Duan Xilin looked around the ingredients, and locked his eyes on the bag of noodles placed inside, "Cooking noodles?"

"The rice is ready, so why cook noodles?"

"That's it, then I won't do it." Having said that, Duan Xilin didn't leave, but leaned against the kitchen stove as Dongping's cooking steps.

Cheng Dongping shook his head, completely treating him as a child's whim, and continued with the movements in his hands.

But this time it was Cheng Dongping who was wrong.

At night, before Cheng Dongping was about to enter the kitchen, Duan Xilin hurriedly stopped him and said, "Cheng Dongping, let's have noodles tonight."

Cheng Dongping raised his eyebrows and did not refuse, "Okay."

"This time I will do it."

The young master wanted to cook for the first time, and Cheng Dongping felt that he should be encouraged, instead of standing aside and pouring cold water on the other side, reducing the enthusiasm of the other party, "Okay, cooking noodles is easy, and you should not fail. If it is not possible, I will teach you .”

"Hmph, stop looking down on people, you will definitely not fail." Duan Xilin rolled up his sleeves, poured half a pot of water, covered the lid and waited for someone in the pot to boil.He has never eaten pork but has seen pigs running. Duan Xilin generally knows the basic steps of making noodles.

In the quiet kitchen, only the sound of firewood burning can be heard.

When the water was bubbling and bubbling, Duan Xilin immediately lifted the lid of the pot, grabbed a handful of noodles and threw them in, then stood aside without moving.

"This is gone??"

Duan Xilin asked in surprise: "What else?"

"No side dishes?"

"Oh! That's right." While cooking the noodles, he washed a few green vegetables in the basin and threw them into the pot.

Cheng Dongping raised his forehead: "Salt."

"Ok!"

"It's too little...you don't need so many!"

"Oh."

"You can add some soy sauce, too much, too much!"

"What if the soup is dark?"

"..."

Cooking a pot of noodles is a mess.

When Cheng Dongping served it, the noodles were all stained by soy sauce, "Don't say I taught you."

Duan Xilin said confidently: "This is the first time it's done like this, it's pretty good."

In the end, the chili sauce brought by Cheng Dongping was added, and the two barely finished the bowl of noodles.

After all, this tasteless meal was caused by hesitation and self-willedness, Duan Xilin volunteered to clear the table.While wiping the table with a rag, my finger was accidentally scratched by sawdust on the table.

"hiss."

Cheng Dongping, who was teasing the dog, raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Duan Xilin pretended to be nonchalant and said, "It's all right."

Tired all day, there are basically no activities planned at night, and I wash up early and lie on the bed for casual digestion.

The moonlight shined on the bed through the window, Duan Xilin looked at his fingers, the wounds had already scabbed over.Thinking back to last year, when he was filming, he also cut his finger. At that time, he was full of stars and received the attention of the whole crew immediately, and he himself accepted this attention as a matter of course.Now it seems that it is really stupid.In front of Cheng Dongping, he was too embarrassed to say that his hand was injured.

But the matter was discovered by Cheng Dongping the next day.

"Is your hand hurt?"

Duan Xilin put his hands behind his back and said, "Small injury, it's okay."

"I'll still cook in the future."

"Don't, I summed up yesterday's experience, and I will definitely be able to cook noodles today!"

Cheng Dongping was dumbfounded and said, "Still eating noodles??"

Duan Xilin nodded without negotiating.

This noodle can be eaten for three days.

Even if Duan Xilin is gradually proficient in his craftsmanship, under Cheng Dongping's guidance, the taste is not bad, but no one can stand it after a meal.

Finally, on the fourth day, Cheng Dongping protested, "Tomorrow will be the last day, and I don't want my memories here to be only faces."

Duan Xilin shrugged and said, "Well, it's unnecessary anyway."

Cheng Dongping was at a loss, completely unaware of what charade he was playing, "What do you mean?"

Duan Xilin pursed his lips and chuckled, "Secret."

The author has something to say: Thank you for the mines of winter, autumn and summer~ It cost me a lot~

Thank you for your nutrition~