Pure and Slutty

【Wan Zong】

After sending Wen Chun'an upstairs, Wan Zong was brazenly looking for an opportunity to enter the house at the door. "I agreed to invite you to dinner. It's not convenient for you to go out now. Why don't I make you something to eat?"

Facing Wan Zong's proposal, Wen Chun'an blurted out his rejection. "I've already eaten out."

In fact, Wan Zong should have guessed this situation, but he still froze for a moment.

Noticing Wan Zong's strangeness, Wen Chun'an's eyes quickly flashed a soft light of apology, he thought for a while, and added: "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Or I'll lay you two eggs?"

Wan Zong didn't know why language was so magical. Such a simple sentence made him both sad and warm, sour and sweet.

He remembered the young man who thought he could lie on eggs at that time, but even today, the other party still seems to think that this skill is very good.

"You don't know how to lie on eggs, do you?" The corners of Wan Zong's mouth, which had always been tense, subconsciously relaxed slightly.

Wen Chun'an seemed depressed by this question, he looked up at Wan Zong, and said angrily, "I can also fry poached eggs."

"It seems that you are an expert in making eggs." Wan Zong said solemnly.

Wen Chun'an was amused again: "Okay, you've already laughed at me, now it's your turn—apart from cooking instant noodles, what else have you learned?"

Wan Zong doesn't like childish behaviors like showing off, but at this moment he couldn't hold back: "What's in your refrigerator? As long as there is something to eat, I can let you know how powerful I am."

While taking the key to open the door, Wen Chun'an looked at him suspiciously: "Can you guarantee that you won't blow up my kitchen?"

"I didn't call the fire brigade once in the years when I was abroad." Wan Zong replied casually, and was extremely embarrassed when he realized what he said.At the beginning, he left Wen Chun'an just to study abroad.

Contrary to Wan Zong's embarrassment, Wen Chun'an didn't even notice this keyword, he just looked Wan Zong up and down amusedly: "It's true that you didn't make yourself malnourished, and you grew up, that depends on how much you ate. Instant noodles?"

"I learned to do a lot of things." Facing Wen Chun'an's "slander", Wan Zong replied quietly.Unconsciously, he recalled that time when he successfully cooked edible Chinese food for the first time, and the first thought that popped up in his mind was "Xiao An should try my cooking".However, at that time, he had managed to reduce the frequency of thinking about Wen Chunan to once a month, and he felt that what he missed might be only his young first love, not a specific person.

"Although I've already eaten it, maybe I can eat some more with you—if you can really make food that doesn't look scary." Wen Chun'an continued to look up at Wan Zong curiously as he spoke, "For the sake of gaining insight, I I am willing to take the risk to lend you the kitchen." Wen Chun'an, who turned the wheelchair and led Wan Zong into the room, pointed to the side, "My kitchen is over there. There is enough food in the refrigerator."

Wan Zong walked to the kitchen: "If you have beef, I can make you my best braised beef."

"Probably." Wen Chun'an guessed uncertainly.

Who doesn't know what's in their fridge?Wan Zong opened the refrigerator to check in doubt.As a layman who can only make eggs, Wen Chun'an's refrigerator has everything that one expects.Wan Zong looked back at the person who had moved to the kitchen door to watch the battle in disbelief, "You don't know how to cook, why buy so much food?"

Wen Chun'an hesitated a bit. "Be prepared."

This sounds like a perfunctory line.There is no need for Wen Chun'an to lie to Wan Zong about the food, the only topic he avoided in front of Wan Zong was Zhou Mingtong.Wan Zong couldn't help frowning: "Zhou Mingtong still takes care of your refrigerator?"

Wen Chun'an smiled at him innocently: "I don't know why, but Ming Tong likes to cook for me very much."

Wan Zong didn't want to show Wen Chun'an any embarrassment, besides, it couldn't be Wen Chun'an's fault, about Zhou Mingtong's plan for Wen Chun'an.However, Wan Zong couldn't maintain a good attitude... Perhaps, he not only hated Zhou Mingtong, he was even a little afraid.

Wen Chun'an, who observed Wan Zong's expression, said seriously: "We were very happy just now, until Mingtong was mentioned. So, can we stop mentioning this person in the future?"

Wen Chun'an's tone was gentle and shallow, from his tone, people couldn't help but believe that Zhou Mingtong was an irrelevant person.For this reason, Wan Zong felt a bit of peace of mind, but at the same time felt a different kind of uneasiness.

If Wan Zong was worried that Zhou Mingtong was too attentive to Wen Chun'an before, now he is also secretly worried that Wen Chun'an is only indifferent to Zhou Mingtong and everyone.

Just when Wan Zong didn't know how to feel, Wen Chun'an had already changed the subject lightly: "Speaking of which, do you know how to scramble eggs? I especially like scrambled eggs."

Wan Zong tried his best to regain his senses: "You can lay eggs, you can fry poached eggs, but you can't scramble eggs?"

Wen Chun'an shrugged solemnly: "I do know many things, but after all, I am not omnipotent."

Wan Zong smiled and re-studied the ingredients in the refrigerator to consider his menu, and finally made a decision: "Then I will make a braised beef, a scrambled egg, and bacon and winter melon soup?"

When he was abroad, Wan Zong, who tried his best to support himself because he was not used to Western food, actually didn't really like cooking. This was the first time that he felt the excitement of wanting to show off his skills.He tried to choose as simple dishes as possible, which made him more sure.After Wen Chun'an raised no objections, work started soon.

Wen Chun'an, who can only lay eggs himself, has been examining every operation of Wan Zong with the eyes of a judge teacher at the kitchen door, commenting from time to time——

"Your winter melon is sliced ​​unevenly."

"You should cut a few larger pieces of beef, so you will be happier when you eat large pieces of beef."

"Your egg-beating posture can especially show the muscle lines of your arms."

Wan Zong beat the eggs more vigorously, almost making the beef overcooked.

When all the food was served, Wan Zong pushed Wen Chun'an to the table.This dinner was mainly cooked for himself because the host had already eaten it. Wan Zong patiently watched Wen Chun'an taste each dish first.

"What do you think?" asked the chef for advice.

Wen Chun'an nodded approvingly: "It's really well done. The beef is chewy, and the scrambled eggs are not bitter. This soup is very good—it's hot."

Wan Zong wanted to sympathetically ask the other party how unpalatable his usual food was to establish such a scoring standard, but he first focused on the main topic: "So, Xiaoan, I have lived alone before, and I have lived well until now. You should see In conclusion, my living ability is enough to take care of an injured patient?"

This question quickly caught Wen Chun'an's attention. He looked up at Wan Zong, thinking carefully: "I can't be that injured person, right? You know, I'm not considered an injured person, I just sprained my foot."

"But you now have to sit in a wheelchair."

"Actually, I can walk with crutches, but no one gives me crutches."

Wan Zong knew that this was just Wen Chunan's refusal, he got up from the chair and walked to the other side, half squatting down to look at the other side's eyes. "Xiao An, do you still remember that time when I accidentally broke my bone while playing football, before I recovered, you were the one who took care of me?"

Since childhood, Wan Zong has almost never suffered any injuries. That fracture can be said to be the most painful memory, but what Wan Zong remembers most clearly is that Wen Chunan, who was always by his side at that time, had red eyes. Almost like crying. "I've never realized that you cry so much? It's such a small injury, besides, my leg doesn't hurt." He teased the other party softly.At that time, Wen Chun'an immediately retorted forcefully, "It's not because your leg hurts," he continued in a low voice after a pause, "My heart hurts."

If possible, Wan Zong really hopes that he can return to that moment.

At that moment, he felt sweet and soft like never before.

At that moment he never left his little Ann.

At that moment, he didn't know how terrible loneliness was.

"Wan Zong, you know, I didn't take care of you in order to get back." Wen Chun'an's voice brought Wan Zong back to reality.

Wan Zong stared intently at his first love whose eyes were so clean that no trace of age could be seen. "But you took care of me at that time, and you didn't want me to feel sorry for you forever, did you? Give me a chance, Xiao An. I just want to make sure that you are well taken care of during your injury."

Wen Chun'an watched Wan Zong silently for a moment. "Thank you, Wan Zong." Finally he looked at Wan Zong with warm eyes and said softly, "Although I'm used to taking care of myself, I'm really glad to have you by my side."

Wen Chun'an used to be a person who was not good at rejection. Looking from a distance, he might seem too introverted and silent, but as long as he took the initiative to talk to him, he would always be considerate and try his best to face him with a sincere attitude that would not appear indifferent and cause embarrassment to the other party. For the other party, once asked for something, he couldn't bear to refuse.

After so many years, he was still the one who easily compromised, obviously he was the one who agreed, but he naturally behaved as if he was grateful.

Only those who have been in contact with Wen Chunan can know how seriously this person cares about whether his actions can make people feel the most comfortable and at ease.

Wan Zong knew this a long time ago and deeply understood it.only--

Today's Wen Chun'an doesn't care so much, it's better to say that it's already a habit of his, it's already natural, it's the insouciance of his talent.Already, no longer the 17-year-old Wen Chun'an.