HistoryCrossing the border of both civil and military

Zhenwen has been staring at Zhenwu's sleeping face like this for half an hour. Thinking about it, he rarely has the opportunity to look at Zhenwu like this, except when Zhenwu was injured.

Thinking of that time when Zhenwu was injured, Zhenwen's heart seemed to be pulled, and there was a burst of pain.

In retrospect, it was not that Zhenwu did not reveal his hidden thoughts at that time. Zhenwu's expression when he touched him lightly, his slightly frowned brows and dazed eyes when he saw him inadvertently, were all reflected in his gaze. The corner of the mouth that temporarily raised a smile when he was Zhenwu.

If those signals were replaced by people with delicate minds, they might have discovered it long ago.

But Zhenwen is not only nervous, but also dazzled by the sudden sense of happiness, he takes Zhenwu's small expressions and movements for granted and confuses him with his usual introverted and deep.

Looking at Zhenwu's sleeping face, every word Zhenwu said today reappeared in his mind, Zhenwen sighed, Zhenwu's heart seemed to be like an onion, he had to peel it off again and again before he could see it. arrive.

Even at this moment, Zhenwen is not sure whether he has peeled to the deepest layer.

A gurgling sound interrupted Zhenwen's thoughts, it was the rumbling sound of Zhenwu's stomach.

Zhenwen smiled lightly, not only did he not eat well at noon, Zhenwu was also entangled by that octopus and couldn't eat well.

I looked at my phone, it was already five fifty, I pricked up my ears and listened carefully, it was still very quiet outside, it seemed that my mother hadn't come back yet.

He walked out of the room lightly, closed the door carefully, dialed his mother's phone, and only answered after five or six rings.

"Zhenwen, I'm sorry, Mom's gathering with friends here is not over yet, so tell Zhenwu to get you something to eat. I won't go back to eat."

Zhenwen's lips moved, and finally he just replied: "Okay, I got it, Mom, be careful on the way back."

"Okay, Zhenwen also knows how to care about people. Stop talking, they are calling me."

Before Zhenwen could say goodbye, there was already a beeping sound on the other end of the phone.

Looking back at the door of Zhenwu's room, there is no way to let Zhenwu get up and cook for him at this time.

Turned on the phone, searched, and ordered a takeaway to save time and effort.

After flipping through it for a while, Zhenwen closed the phone again.

Maybe, he can make it for Zhenwu to eat. Zhenwu will be very happy if he cooks for himself.

Thinking of this, Zhenwen's heart jumped for joy, and he walked briskly to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked, there were cucumbers, tomatoes, and first vegetables in it, let's make bowls of noodles, this should be very simple.

Zhenwen turned on his mobile phone and searched for the noodle soup recipe, and it seemed that it was not difficult.

Wash your hands, put out all the ingredients according to the recipe, and start to wash the tomatoes. Just after washing a tomato, your hand slipped, and the tomato slapped directly on the ground, deflated into a semicircle.

Well, this should not affect the taste, and it should still be edible after washing.

After washing the vegetables, Zhenwen picked up the knife and looked at the tomatoes and green onions lying on the chopping board. After making gestures several times, he found a place to press and began to cut.

Although it was just two simple dishes, Zhenwen was a little fussy when cutting them. The tomato was cut into a pile of lumps of uneven size.

When I usually watch Zhenwu cooking, his movements are smooth and even handsome.

But what he looks like now has nothing to do with being handsome.

Next, crack the eggs.

Zhenwen was worried about holding the eggs, because the recipe didn't tell how to beat the eggs.Trying to recall the scene of Zhenwu cracking eggs, he picked up an egg and knocked it down against the edge of the bowl, the whole egg was smashed by him, and eggs were scattered inside and outside the bowl.

After wiping the chopping board clean, he tried the second one, but this time the force was too light, and it took several knocks on the egg to break a small hole.

Zhenwen, who was concentrating on competing with the egg, didn't notice that Zhenwu was standing at the kitchen door watching him, admiring his focused face, with the corners of his mouth raised all the time.

Seeing Zhenwen beating the eggs very seriously, Zhenwu laughed lightly:

"When can I eat like this?"

Zhenwen was startled, his hand slipped, and the egg flew out, as if he had predicted it in advance, Zhenwu reached out his hand almost at the same time to catch it in time.

Zhenwen was teased by Zhenwu, his face was a little blushing, and he carefully looked at Zhenwu's face:

"Are you awake, feeling better?"

Zhenwu smiled and wiped the egg liquid splashed on Zhenwen's face:

"It's all right now, are you making egg noodles?"

"Well, Mom said I'll be back late today."

"So, you want me to try your craft?"

"Yeah, but I'm not very proficient in beating eggs, just practice twice."

"I'll teach you." Zhenwu brought two aprons, tied one for Zhenwen and one for himself.

Zhenwen looked at his clothes, it seemed that it was too late to put on the apron now, there were clear marks of tomatoes and eggs on the clothes, but he still asked Zhenwu to help him put them on.

Zhenwu stood behind Zhenwen, walked around Zhenwen with one hand to support the bowl, put the egg just now in Zhenwen's hand with the other hand, held Zhenwen's hand again, and tapped it lightly. Beside the bowl, the egg ran out of the shell smoothly, very obedient.

Then he whispered in Zhenwen's ear, "Do you want to try again?"

There was an itchy ear, Zhenwen hid himself:

"Ah, next time, the phone says that there are only two eggs. Today is enough eggs."

Zhenwen turned on the gas stove and poured oil into the pot with an oil pot. If Zhenwu hadn't held him down, half of the pot of oil would have been poured in.

After pouring the oil, he hurriedly turned around to get the tomatoes.

Zhenwu patted Zhenwen's stiff shoulder?

"Wait a minute, the oil needs to be hotter before the vegetables can be placed."

"How hot does it need to be?" Zhenwen stared blankly at the oil in the pot, it didn't seem to have changed.

Zhenwu grabbed Zhenwen's hand and placed it on top of the pot: "Do you feel the heat?"

"Well, I feel it."

"Then it's now." As soon as Zhenwu finished speaking, Zhenwen hurriedly picked up a plate of tomatoes and threw them into the pot.

It was very apt to say that it was thrown in, because a few tomato pieces flew straight out of the pot.

Zhenwu hurriedly pulled Zhenwen back, and the oil in the pot made a sound:

"Slow down, what you did just now is very dangerous, the oil will splash out and you will be injured."

Zhenwen watched as Zhenwu skillfully scooped up chopped green onions with a kitchen knife and poured them into the pot.

Looking at the tomatoes in the pot, Zhenwen took a shovel and stirred them repeatedly: "When will this be?"

"When everything turns into juice."

"But there is still skin, it seems that the skin is very difficult to ripen."

"So, the skin should be peeled before cutting."

"Ah, I didn't peel the skin, what should I do?" Zhenwen tried to chop the skin with a shovel.Zhenwu smiled and supported his hand holding the shovel:

"It's okay, it's fine like this, just pick it out when you eat later."

"Oh. So what am I going to do now?"

"Pour two bowls of water into the pot, slow down this time."

Zhenwen poured the water carefully according to Zhenwu's instructions, and Zhenwu put the lid on.

Zhenwen, who turned around to get the noodles, stopped there and looked at Zhenwu:

"Didn't you put the noodles in?"

"Didn't you read the recipe just now, the noodles need to be boiled before the water is boiled."

Zhenwen scratched his head, lowered his head and raised his eyes to see Zhenwu pursing his lips and smiling:

"It's a good thing you woke up, otherwise our dinner would be in vain. Every time I see that you make noodles quickly, I think it's very simple."

"It's very simple, just do it a few times."

Zhenwu put both hands on Zhenwen's waist, hugged Zhenwen, put his head on Zhenwen's head, and said with a smile:

"It's the first time you cook for me so seriously, I want to eat everything."

"No, I don't know if it's good or not. Besides, this is not the first time. I prepared breakfast last time."

"You were a porter last time, but this time you are a chef. It's different. I think what you cook must be delicious. Besides, isn't there a teacher teaching on site?"

Zhenwen pursed his lips and smiled, and asked Zhenwu, "When was the first time you cooked?"

Zhenwu thought for a while: "Probably in the third grade of elementary school."

Zhenwen looked at the stove, it was just a little higher than the stove.

"So small?" Zhenwen couldn't hide his surprised expression.

"Well, at that time, my mother was working two jobs outside, and it was already late when I got home, so I tried to cook for her. I can't let her come back so late and cook for me."

"Then you are amazing, you can cook without anyone teaching you."

Zhenwu recalled, the smile on his face was bitter and sweet:

"The first time I cooked, it was very difficult to eat. I put too much salt, the dishes were fried, but they were not yet cooked, and the rice could be used as bullets. But it was such a meal, but my mother ate it all with relish. "

Zhenwen put his head on Zhenwu's shoulder and patted him on the back: "It must have been hard at that time."

"It's hard work, but at least we don't have to be beaten anymore. Thinking about how vicious I was at that time, seeing my dad lying in the hospital, I prayed every day for him to die soon."

"You are already very merciful. If it were me, I would probably have used a knife a long time ago."

"I thought about it too, but when I thought about leaving my mother alone, I gave up. At least at that time, we depended on each other and supported each other."

Zhenwen kissed Zhenwu's lips and watched him stare into his eyes:

"If only we had met earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer so much."

Zhenwu kissed back and said with a smile:

"It's okay, although it is bitter, but compared to the days when we were beaten, we are still very happy."

The two people looked at each other, with sweet smiles on the corners of their mouths, just looking at each other silently, as if everything around them disappeared, only the person in front of them was there.

It wasn't until the sound of boiling water called them back that they remembered that dinner was in progress.

After 7 minutes, the noodles were ready. Finally, there was no danger, and the noodles still looked like noodles.

Zhenwen fished out the noodles clumsily, and carefully wiped the soup spilled from the side of the bowl.

Zhenwu was already sitting at the dining table, watching Zhenwen carefully put a bowl full of noodles in front of him, with a smile that couldn't melt away.

Although it was only two bowls of noodles, the two of them ate like a big meal. They savored slowly, without losing sight of each other for a moment, as if they were eating more than just the noodles in the bowl.

After that day, Zhenwen made tomato and egg noodles every day for three consecutive days, and practice made perfect. By the fourth day, he could make noodles without Zhenwu standing by.Chen Jin and Wang Xunyang, who came back occasionally, didn't comment on Zhenwen's noodles, but they didn't seem to eat a lot.

Only Zhenwu can eat up the noodles every time.

On the fourth day, when he finished his last mouthful of noodles, Zhenwu hiccupped and said, "Zhenwen, your skills have improved a lot. You can be a teacher now."

"Really? I want to do it for two more days."

Next to him, Wang Xunyang rubbed his appetite and said, "You kid, what do you think of us? I have made noodles every day for the past two days, and my appetite has become uncomfortable."

Zhenwen took a sip of the noodle soup and said, "I think it tastes good, right Zhenwu?"

Zhenwu couldn't help laughing and said: "It's very good, so we can delay practice for a few days, you rest for a few days, and my mother and I can cook for these few days."

Zhenwen looked at Wang Xunyang's dissatisfied eyes and Zhenwu's reluctant smile, thought for a while and said:

"Okay, for the sake of your support these two days, I will rest for a few days." He said and stared at Zhenwu's expression.

Sure enough, Zhenwu secretly heaved a sigh of relief after he finished speaking.

Zhenwen didn't look at Zhenwu, but instead asked Wang Xunyang: "Father, to be honest, is my noodles really bad?"

Wang Xunyang looked at Chen Jin and pretended to cough.

"It's not bad, but no matter how delicious it is, I can't eat it every day. It's rare for me to come back a few times, and I want to eat your mother's cooking. I've been disturbed by your noodles for the past two days."

Zhenwen looked at the three people with different expressions, and said relaxedly:

"I see, you all find it unpalatable, right? It's okay, just tell me, I won't do anything."

Wang Xunyang sighed: "Do you think I don't want to? These two people are your royal soldiers, let me pretend to be stupid by fighting together."

Zhenwen looked at Chen Jin, who had been winking at Wang Xunyang, and Zhenwu, who was a little embarrassed:

"Hey, you don't have to do this. I'm not a child, so I want you to coax me like this? To be honest, I don't know what to do."

Zhenwu patted Zhenwen's hand and said comfortingly, "I really think the taste is good. The most important thing is that you rarely have the enthusiasm to cook, so you can't be hit by us."

Zhenwen smiled wryly: "I can still take this little blow, okay?"

Satisfied with Zhenwen's answer, Wang Xunyang nodded and said, "At least you understand the truth. If you can't bear this blow, how will you do something big in the future?"

Chen Jin stroked her hair embarrassingly and said, "As expected, we Zhenwen have grown up and become sensible!"

Wang Xunyang snorted: "Zhenwen is not half as sensible as Zhenwu. Zhenwu is willing to be with you once, you are lucky."

Zhenwen said helplessly but with a hint of joy: "I know, Dad, I was lucky to meet Zhenwu!"

Seeing Zhenwu's embarrassed expression after speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab his hand on his lap, and gave him a big smile. This smile made Zhenwu's eyes straight!

Over there, Wang Xunyang and Chen Jin could only shake their heads silently, and hid back in their rooms.

The author has something to say:

Daily writing, not very good at writing, always afraid that it will be boring.

Is today's daily life tasteless?

Thank you everyone who waited for the text! !

Looking at other master-level questions today, I found that I will thank the angel who cast thunder later.

Let me thank you here, thank you for supporting me, and save your thunder.

Thank you!