smell you

For the first time, Song Zeyou had the idea of ​​making a soup for someone to wash their hands.

I want to cook the most delicious dishes in the world, so that the person's mind, taste buds, sight line and even soul will all be attracted by me, and be deeply bound until the end of time.

I want to see that person's expression of surprise, touch, and taste...

He suddenly thought that the first time he met Li Zhexi, Li Zhexi who had been hungry for four days and three nights woke up and ordered fish porridge, which must be his favorite food.

In the dead of night, Song Zeyou entered the kitchen alone.

In the refrigerator, there are leftover ingredients from today's sale, and there is a crucian carp that has been disemboweled and cleaned.

Crucian carp has spiny flesh. Compared with grass carp and squid, it is really not suitable for fish porridge.

In addition, the ingredients are not fresh, so I don't know what effect it will have.

He meditated on how to cut the knife in the past, how to use his wrist strength, how to cook, and rehearsed it several times in his heart, and then he cut the knife after thinking about every detail. The first knife... It was not the feeling he imagined, he seemed ...

Song Zeyou stared at the bleeding index finger of his left hand, which was cut by the sharp blade, and was stunned for a moment. Like a frightened rabbit, he threw away the kitchen knife in his right hand.

bleed bleed bleed...

The blood gushed out, dripping down to the ground, drop by drop, Song Zeyou's eyes were blurred, and the drops merged into a river of blood covering the sky, flowing through the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood!

"You are such a lowly person, you are not even worthy of being a low-level cook!!!"

There seemed to be that upright voice of reprimand again in my ears.

Song Zeyou squeezed his fingers, took the faucet to run, let the icy cold water keep washing away, wishing to wash away all the humiliation and pain.

He stared at the crucian carp on the cutting board, and thought that when he was with Li Zhexi, Li Zhexi was a full-fledged gourmet eater and gourmand.

Now it is different from the ancient times, the chef is never inferior to others, even if he changes his career to become a chef again, Li Zhexi will not look down on him because of this.

But what about his vows?

Can those painful pasts be forgotten?

Song Zeyou put the crucian carp back in the refrigerator, arranged the knives neatly, and wiped off the blood stains on the ground with a mop, pretending that nothing happened.

He was lying on the bed, his body twisted and tired, like a helpless child, feeling extremely sad.

It turned out that he was no longer the same person he used to be, he didn't even know the most basic knife skills.

Although he knew how to make fish porridge, he couldn't even handle fish meat.

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Four days later, Li Zhexi sent a WeChat message: [I'm back, do you miss me? ]

Li Zhexi: [Actually, I got home last night, but I got the flu. ]

Song Zeyou quickly replied: [A lot of people have flu recently, rest more and drink more water. ]

Spring is always a season of high incidence of infectious diseases.

Li Zhexi: [Well, I have a fever and feel very uncomfortable. ]

Song Zeyou; [Just take some medicine. ]

Li Zhexi: [I am alone at home, come and accompany me. ]

Song Zeyou thought, what Li Zhexi wanted to say from the beginning to the end was probably "come with me".

Go to Li Zhexi's house?

Li Zhexi: [I am now in Shanghai Garden, and I am alone. ]

Song Zeyou struggled, Li Zhexi was the one who could pull off any kind of tricks... and he delivered it to the door himself? !

While hesitating, Li Zhexi sent another message: [You better not come here, in case you get infected. ]

Song Zeyou's brain became hot: [I'll ask for a vacation first, and I'll go if I can. ]

Asking for leave went smoothly, Song Zeyou hailed a taxi and drove directly to Shanghai Huayuan.

Get off at the gate of the villa area. This time, the security guard inside saw Song Zeyou, politely, and took the sightseeing car all the way to Li Zhexi's house.

As soon as Song Zeyou arrived at the door of the villa, he immediately called: "I'm at your door..."

Li Zhexi's voice was hoarse, as if he had a severe cold.

"The door is unlocked, you come in and go straight to the second floor."

This is Song Zeyou's second visit to Li Zhexi's house. He had an extremely unpleasant experience last time, and his mood became very strange when he stepped here.

Ever since he fell in love with Li Zhexi, he has been trying his best to ignore it, but the reality is like this, what he doesn't want to face is what he needs to face day by day in the future.

Two people live together, not only Li Zhexi, but also his family, career, relatives, friends and even neighbors.

Song Zeyou closed the door, and the inside was quiet and empty, with the same decoration as last year.

He went straight up the stairs to the second floor.

He tried to unlock the door of the nearest room, which was locked.

"Zhexi—where are you?" There are many rooms on the second floor, all with closed doors.

Song Zeyou stopped, thinking about which door Li Zhexi would suddenly appear, wearing a nightgown, except that he was not wearing any jacket, showing his strong chest muscles and thighs.

When kissing at the movie theater that day, he hugged Li Zhexi's back, and he felt that this person was very strong, and he must have worked very hard to train his fat body to this point.

If Li Zhexi is really pretending to be sick, trick him to come here... Is he going with the flow or...

want to?

There seems to be a little bit?

He had lived for 25 years anyway, and said he didn't want to be a eunuch.

Song Zeyou's face was steaming, what time is it, he is still thinking about these things.

"Go to the left, the door is not closed." Li Zhexi's hoarse voice was more obvious than that on the phone.

Song Zeyou took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

All I saw was the darkness of the room, and the heavy curtains were half-closed, blocking the bright sunlight outside.

The interior decoration layout is not real, but it is still very simple and spacious.

On a super big bed, Li Zhexi was lying on his back, looking at his phone.

In the dark, the screen appears very bright.

"I'm here...you don't even lock the door?" Song Zeyou was very restrained as soon as he entered the room. He walked to the bed and approached. Li Zhexi put the phone on and watched him quietly.

"There's nothing here." Li Zhexi's nasal voice was heavy.

Song Zeyou breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little disappointed... Li Zhexi is really sick.

He sat down by the bed and reached out to touch Li Zhexi's forehead, but Li Zhexi avoided it.

"Don't get too close, be careful to infect you."

Song Zeyou was speechless: "It's just a small cold, what are you afraid of...Why are you staying here? Aren't you going home?"

Li Zhexi lay down, "It's comfortable here. Are you really not afraid of infection?"

"What's so scary about it, let me touch it."

Song Zeyou reached out to touch Li Zhexi's forehead, and it was still a little hot.

"There is an ear thermometer, come here, here—" Li Zhexi patted the place beside him.

"What, what?!"

Li Zhexi pulled him into the bed, "I'm already like this, I'm sure I can't do anything, I just want to sleep with you in my arms."

Song Zeyou's face was red and his ears were red. Since he was a child, he has never slept with anyone in other people's bed.

He slowly took off his shoes and coat, lifted the quilt and fell asleep beside Li Zhexi.

His heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest, as if he knew that he was about to do something bad that he expected in his heart, and he was worried and eager.