After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

In the afternoon when there was nothing to do, Jiang Ran was teaching Zhou Fushen how to make croissants in the kitchen.

Although he has already experienced Zhou Fushen's destructive skills, Jiang Ran does not intend to give up on training.

He has observed that Zhou Fushen's cooking is almost like an experiment. Almost every step is strictly followed the recipe. He will set this value as an unknown number, and then flexibly use mathematics to solve it.

So it is not so strange that the taste of the final dish is also unknown.

All in all, with Zhou Fushen's creativity, it is basically saying goodbye to cooking, so Jiang Ran is going to teach him how to bake.

Compared with cooking, simple baking is more stylized, which is very suitable for Zhou Fushen.

——Jiang Ran thought so two hours ago, but unfortunately the reality is even more cruel. He found that Zhou Fushen was reborn like the God of Dark Cooking, but all the materials he handled would become a mess, making people wonder if there is any mystery in it Power is at work.

As a last resort, Jiang Ran could only hand over the most complicated and troublesome procedures to him like making dumplings, so now Zhou Fushen only needs to wrap his cut dough into the shape of a croissant.

"That's good, at least there is one step that you can do." Jiang Ran forced a smile.

"If Ran Ran didn't go to bed so early last night." Zhou Fu said meaningfully: "You will find that I can do more steps than you imagine."

"...Are you serious?" Jiang Ran rolled his face indifferently: "As far as I know, all your actual combat experience in bed was trained on me, so you are really sure what steps you will surpass My imagination?"

The original ambiguous topic suddenly turned into a proposition, Zhou Fushen said cautiously: "I was sure... I am not sure if you say so."

Seeing his expression carefully, Jiang Ran gave him a sideways glance with a smile that was not a smile, then lowered his head and continued to roll the skin, saying: "I don't believe you will die if you hold it in?"

"It's impossible to die, but it's very possible to go crazy." Zhou Fushen said: "After all, desire|desire is an important part of a despicable creature like a man. If they don't relieve it often, they may vent through other channels , such as playing ball, gathering crowds to fight in the stadium after losing a game, bringing a knife to the next time after a loss, and then stabbing someone to jail, and then embarking on the road of crime... Finally, they use religion or skin color as reasons that no one cares about. Massive war, that's man."

Jiang Ran saw that his words were getting more and more outrageous, so he retorted: "I'm also a man, and I usually don't have any need to relieve or kill someone!"

Zhou Fu said in a deep voice, "That's why I said that Ran Ran really should go to the hospital for a checkup."

Jiang Ran narrowed his eyes and stared at him.

"...Of course, the effect of killing people in the game is the same." Zhou Fu immediately changed his tone with deep understanding: "And the original intention of the game invention is to alleviate social conflicts, because in this way the vagrants will stay in the game. Playing games at home, instead of going to the streets to kill people because of unsatisfied desires."

"Really? But now who would have thought that the unemployed can earn more than [-] million before tax by playing games?" Jiang Ran deliberately exaggerated: "And an upper-class elite with a doctorate like you needs to rack his brains to find a way The bloody accumulation of capital can only be accomplished by squeezing the working people, the world is simply crazy!"

"No, no... Ran Ran made a mistake." Zhou Fu corrected him with a deep smile, "I won't waste my thinking time on this, I'll just pay the people who oppress them."

Jiang Ran: "..."

Just as the urge to smear the butter on the chopping board on his face rose from the bottom of his heart, a message was pushed suddenly on his phone, and Jiang Ran slid the screen away with his flour-stained hand, and then exclaimed in a low voice, "Damn it! "

"what happened?"

"The voice actor of Storm Chicken Cub passed away." Jiang Ran looked complicated.

"What! No way?" Zhou Fu was shocked and saddened: "Isn't he only in his 90s!?"

"..." Jiang Ran originally felt a little emotional in his heart, but all his emotions dissipated when he heard his words, leaving only deep doubts and looking at him inexplicably.

Zhou Fushen also felt that he was a bit exaggerated, so he immediately wiped his face and said: "Let's do it again, I think I can act more similarly, I will first discuss the relationship between death and existence in depth, and then burn When Ran is almost tired of listening to it, give me cheap sympathy at the right time."

"Or..." Jiang Ran suggested: "You can also just say whocares like before?"

"I wanted to say that, but I was afraid that you would kick me out." Zhou Fu said honestly, "Because every time I said that before, you looked like you were going to turn into a lion and eat me on the spot."

"I want to eat you... because when you said whocares, I was asking you how to spend your wedding anniversary!" Jiang Ran couldn't bear it and suddenly slapped the rolling pin on the table and said.

"...I was wrong." Zhou Fushen was terrified by his yelling, and he said without confidence: "If we don't think about the good, we can at least avoid the extra zero for every broccoli that is added to the edge of the plate. The restaurant cuts leeks."

"At this time, you know how to use frugality as a shield." Jiang Ran said angrily: "But why don't you think about who's sickle cut off the money you used to support the penguins?"

"But does Ran Ran dare to say that penguins are not cute?" Zhou Fushen approached and kneaded a piece of dough in his hand into the shape of a penguin.

Jiang Ran tilted his head and looked around, imagining the naive look of a penguin, and said in a slow tone: "It's very cute..."

He said with great interest: "Actually, if we have a chance in the future, we can go to that polar museum to see that penguin named Jiang Ran."

"Of course, according to the feedback report given to me by that organization, this penguin has become their star animal because it has been treated higher than other penguins since it was a child. It is tall and fat, and its feathers are smooth and beautiful. ... I think the children watching must also want to know the story behind this penguin with only a surname, and I will tell them that it is because of love." Zhou Fushen managed to make Jiang Ran laugh with some witty words, and chased after the victory : "And the money is not in vain. In addition to naming the penguins, they also gave me the qualification to adopt a group of penguins."

"Really!?" Jiang Ran looked up at him and widened his eyes: "Can penguins be adopted?"

"Okay, as long as Ran Ran is willing to follow me to live in a sea view house in Northeast Canada, and he can tolerate the deserted place, and he doesn't mind the risk of being crushed to death by the iceberg movement there." Zhou Fushen said, "Because penguins can only live in That."

Jiang Ran smiled and patted his hand: "Let's raise a dog."

……

After the two of them cleaned up the baked croissant for dinner, Jiang Ran went to the balcony to answer the phone, and when he came back, he looked a little weird.

Zhou Fushen was keenly aware of his strangeness, and his heart skipped a beat. He was afraid that Zhuang Lingling hadn't received news about his recent situation after being discharged from the hospital for too long, so he called Jiang Ran to inquire about it, but he still asked calmly on his face: "What's the matter?" What's the matter?"

Jiang Ran hesitated for a while, then shook his head: "It's nothing... just that the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, my grandfather and the others hope that my brother and I can spend it with them that day."

Zhou Fushen suddenly understood: "I can't go with you, can I?"

"Yes..." Jiang Ran wondered: "I haven't figured out how to explain the two of us to them now, I'm afraid they won't be able to accept it for a while, especially my brother..."

"The last time we met was indeed very unpleasant. I was too ignorant at that time, and it was a dilemma for Ran Ran to be caught in the middle." Zhou Fushen did not wait for him to finish, and said seriously: "Now that I think about it, he made Ran Ran The person who raised him is said to be an elder brother, but his hard work is no different from that of his parents. It is a matter of course to get my respect. Even if he reprimands me and runs on me, I should bear it. Because I love Ran Ran, you care I will also learn to care about my loved ones, so I look forward to having the opportunity to apologize to my brother face to face and correct my past mistakes... Of course, the premise is that when Ran Ran agrees to let me attend as your partner, here Before, I could endure any difficulties and obstacles, not to mention just being alone for a day."

"Zhou Fushen..." Jiang Ran's expression was a little moved.

He obviously didn't know that these words seemed to be self-criticism on the surface, but they were actually hidden secrets - not only secretly pointed out the grievances he had suffered from Jiang Feng before, but also quietly weakened the opinions that might come from the Qi family , and even sold out a little bit of misery in the end.

But Sheng Zai Jiang Ran ate this set. While he was relieved, he also felt a little guilty for leaving Zhou Fushen at home alone in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Why not?" Jiang Ran said, "We celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival one day in advance. You can decide where to go or what to do. Even if you want to stay at home from day to night, I promise you will listen to me." your."

Zhou Fu's deep eyes lit up, and he pretended to bow and said, "Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

Jiang Ran found it funny: "At this time, your answer is not whocares, is it?"

"........."

……

In this way, a not-so-full but still enjoyable day was spent. At midnight, when everything was quiet, Jiang Ran suddenly lay on the bed and tossed and turned.

Zhou Fushen heard his faint moans of pain, and hastily turned on the light, propped himself up and asked, "What's wrong with Ran Ran?"

Curled up in the quilt, Jiang Ran sweated coldly on his forehead and said, "My stomach hurts..."

Zhou Fu frowned deeply: "Is it because you ate too much ice cream during the day?"

"I shouldn't..." Jiang Qi Ruoyousi said, "I just ate a bucket of ice cream and two boxes of frozen yogurt today."

"It's just that it shouldn't be used like this..." Zhou Fushen said euphemistically.

Jiang Ran became angry from embarrassment: "I also said that the croissant you baked is poisonous!"

"Then why am I okay?" Zhou Fu said helplessly, but in action, he got up and turned the hot water bottle out and plugged it in.

"Who knows?" Jiang Ran said violently and unreasonably in the bed: "You are a drug maker, maybe you have antibodies yourself!"

The buzzing sound of the hot water bottle heating resounded in the bedroom where only one night light was on, and the sense of peace of mind that someone was taking care of the surroundings relieved the pain a little bit. Hugging him behind his back, he inserted his warmed palm into the gap between his stomach and the hot water bottle, rubbed it slowly, and asked with a light smile, "How does Ran Ran feel? ... I still remember that I was filming in the mountains one year I had a stomach problem when I was young, and that’s how Ranran took care of me at that time.”

His tone was full of nostalgia and tenderness, but Jiang Ran said in a very uncomfortable way: "I feel like I'm being entangled by a boa constrictor..."

Zhou Fushen: "..."

After a while, feeling Jiang Ran's tense body relax, Zhou Fushen asked again: "Is Ran Ran better? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"Forget it." Jiang Ran relaxed and said, "I don't feel so much pain now... I feel much more comfortable scolding you."

Ignoring the last sentence, Zhou Fushen couldn't bear to say: "If it's for me, Ran Ran doesn't have to endure to this extent..."

"I'm not doing it for you!" Jiang Ran cursed again, "I'm afraid that when I go to the hospital, the doctor will confirm that it's caused by eating ice cream, and then you'll fuck me up!"

Zhou Fushen: "..."

The author has something to say: the day will start from the day after tomorrow, because the author has not gone out for too long and his limbs are degenerating, so he was asked by his mother to participate in the family activity of camping and barbecue by the river tomorrow...

感谢在2020-07-0822:05:32~2020-07-1122:15:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：HJH1瓶；非常感谢大家对我的支持，我会继续努力的！