Two pots of water

Jiang Chu made claypot rice for the first time in his life, and he was very irritable. Standing in front of the pot several times, he wanted to lift the lid of the pot and jump into the casserole to cook himself.

"Do I have to keep staring at it?" He crossed his arms and stood next to the refrigerator and shouted at Tan Zui in the living room.

Qin Zui was on the sofa listening to TV and watching his mobile phone, Gao Xia took a short video for him, and Fatty Hai was holding the podium seriously to emphasize campus safety to them.

Before finishing the short video, Gao Xia sent him another sentence: Are you not allowed to come to school until the cast is removed?

"Just wait until you smell the aroma and turn off the fire to pour the juice." He called back to Jiang Chu, and at the same time replied to Gao Xia: No, just raise it for a few days

"What's the smell? It smells like a sticky crust. Do you want to pour this bowl of black?" Jiang Chu shouted again, "What kind of topping is still floating, did you mix it with oyster sauce?"

Gao Xia: That’s okay, I’ll be bored if you don’t come

Gao Xia: It's only been half a day, and Lu Yao has already planned to visit you

"Yes." Tan Zui sighed, threw the phone on the sofa, and got up to go to the kitchen.

Before throwing it away, he sent Gao Xia a reply: stop her

The two of them hurriedly started cooking the claypot rice. Even though it was Tan Zui who came to help in the end, the results were still somewhat dismal.

The rice crust is at least one centimeter thick, and the paste layer has to be scraped off.

"Let me talk about some takeaway." Jiang Chu poked the bottom of the steamed rice with chopsticks, as thick as Da Ben's skin.

"Very good." Tan Zui took a sip, and it was much better than he imagined.

After all, the dishes and soups are prepared by him, as long as you don't carefully taste the sticky taste that lingers on the tip of your tongue, it's really okay.

"Let's make do with it, I'll bring you something good tonight." Jiang Chu went to open two bottles of soy milk.

"Going to the company?" Tan Zui asked.

"Yeah, it's still an afternoon." Jiang Chu took the phone and pressed it, "I'll take a week off for you, let's take care of it at home, and it's not worth it to go to school and get bumped. "

"Yeah." Qin Zui had no objection, he had learned all the content of the second year of high school, so there would be no delay.

Before going out with his coat, Jiang Chu held the door frame and told Tan Zui for a long time, telling him not to move around when he was fine, to lie down to sleep, and to watch TV when he couldn't lie down, and not to knock his feet.

After closing the door and going out, he turned around and came back, confiscating all the cigarettes in the house.

He was very concerned about this matter, and when he arrived at the company, he held the computer and checked a long list of "dislocations".

Sequelae of dislocation, effects of dislocation, habitual dislocation... At the end of the investigation, he turned off the webpage with a bang and leaned back into the seat.

"Look again," Da Ben didn't lift his head from the opposite side, "you can go straight to the amputation after a while."

"I really can't see a doctor in Baidu, it's scary enough." Jiang Chu said "tsk".

"It's not possible." Da Ben tapped on the keyboard, "Fangzi broke his thigh when he was in school, and you still used his crutch as a gun."

"Can it be the same?" Jiang Chu swiped the mouse twice, "Fang Zi lost only a crutch, and Tan Zui was dislocated."

Da Ben stopped typing on the keyboard, and looked up at Jiang Chu.

"'What you lost was only a leg, what he lost was love?'" He was stunned by Jiang Chu's unabashed logic of defending his shortcomings.

"Hey, the ankle is dislocated." Jiang Chu heard the question mark at the end of the big run split, and then patched it with a smile, "It's not an arm, it's so fragile that it's so easy to take care of. I just saw a big brother say that he is a head I didn’t take care of my dislocation, and I even swung my arm to fight with people, and then I got dislocated habitually, and I recovered well before going to bed, but when I woke up, my arm fell off, and I just practiced hard to become a bone-setting master.”

"Then you have to tell your brother to pay attention," Da Ben snorted and laughed, "Don't sleep on the road from now on."

"But I really didn't expect you to care so much about this brother." After speaking, he swung the swivel chair and continued, "It's not that you didn't care before, but it's amazing that you care so much."

"My brother-in-law lost a tooth in a fight, and Baoli smiled like something, and forced the child to cry." Da Ben said, "You are quite qualified to serve your younger brother. I didn't know that you thought you were a relative." The son is raising it."

"I also think that's what it means. It's mainly about his situation. If I don't treat him better, no one will love him." Jiang Chu sighed.

He thought of Tan Shuman's phone call at noon, and he didn't know if she called or sent Tan Zui a message afterwards.

Qin Zui took a nap first after Jiang Chu went to work.

He didn't go to bed at first, and leaned against the sofa for a while with the TV on. He likes to sleep listening to the sound, TV, movie sketches, news, everything, and he is at ease when there are sounds around him.

Jiang Chu wanted to chase him away at first, but he didn't move, and it was convenient for him to rest his feet on the armrest of the sofa, so Jiang Chu specially went to get him a small blanket to cover him.

It was the same blanket that he brought out when he slept on Jiang Chu's bed last time.

Afterwards, Jiang Chu didn't put it back in the cupboard, and just hung it on the bed.

Tan Zui swayed his legs and turned over, pulling the blanket on his body, and now he could still smell Jiang Chu.

Jiang Chu's taste?

He opened his eyes, buried his nose in the blanket and sniffed again.

If you really want to say that there is any unique taste, there is no such thing.

Shampoo, shower gel, laundry detergent, toothpaste for two people, and even the aromatherapy in the bathroom are smoked together every day. A washing machine churns it out, which is actually no different from the things on his bed.

He also couldn't tell what the non-existent smell was, but it was there anyway.

And the smell catches people.

Closing his eyes and burying himself for a while, Tan Zui turned his head to look at Jiang Chu's bedroom, and met Zhou Teng who was lying in the middle of the coffee table.

"I'll go to his bed and sleep for a while." Tan Zui grabbed the blanket and stood up with crutches, pointing to Zhou Teng next, "You keep it a secret."

Zhou Teng flicked his tail.

Facts have proved that Comrade Zhou Teng is not suitable for keeping secrets.

Three hours later, Jiang Chu came back early with a paper bag of calcium tablets and stewed porridge.

It gets dark early in winter, the living room is pitch black, only the TV is on, Tan Zui is not on the sofa, Jiang Chu pushes open his bedroom door and the bathroom to take a look, but he is not there either.

He thought Tan Zui ran out by himself, stared at Zhou Teng and asked, "Where are the others?"

After asking, he realizes that there is still room left, so he quickly went to his own room to have a look. Tan Zui was sleeping soundly on his bed, and Jiang Chu opened the door and turned on the lights outside, without even moving a hair.

"Why did you fall asleep here with me?" Jiang Chu muttered softly, then tiptoedly closed the door again, and went to the kitchen to heat porridge.

Zhou Teng squatted in front of the bed for a while, twisted his buttocks and jumped up to jump on the bed, but he grabbed the back of his neck and carried him out.

Qin Zui never expected to sleep until Jiang Chu came back.

He felt that he hadn't slept for a long time. When Jiang Chu slapped his face and woke him up, he still didn't recover. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Jiang Chu for a long time before saying, "Why are you back?"

"If I don't come back, you can still sleep on my bed for a while, right?" Jiang Chu laughed, "It's really interesting, I asked you to sleep on the bed when I left, and I sneaked up."

Tan Zui sat up with his arms propped up, and was described by Jiang Chu as having no idea what to say.

"Get up and eat," Jiang Chu went around to the end of the bed and lifted the blanket to look at Tan Zui's plaster leg, and helped him to get off the ground, "I've slept all afternoon, and I won't be able to sleep at night."

Walking to the door one after the other, he turned back vigilantly, and went to lift the blanket to look at the bed: "You didn't masturbate on my bed, did you?"

"Hey!" Tan Zui simply didn't want to pay attention to him, turned his head and strode past the living room.

For dinner, Jiang Chu brought back pork rib porridge and stuffed pie from the porridge shop. It was quite delicious, and he drank a big bowl by himself.

"I'll buy some spare ribs for you to stew at home tomorrow," Jiang Chu said, "or just buy two big stick bones?"

"Whatever you want," Tan said indifferently, "I will stew it when I buy it."

Jiang Chu smiled, and gave him two more ribs in the bowl.

Tan Zui's cell phone on the coffee table vibrated twice before he went to bed, he got up to get it, Jiang Chu glanced at it: "It vibrated for a while just now, it should be a phone call."

"Gao Xia." Tan Zui clicked twice, and Gao Xia sent him some blackboard writing and two papers.

Lu Yao and Du Miaomiao also sent a bunch of messages, asking how he was doing.

"Did your mother call you?" Jiang Chu asked.

"No." Tan Zui flipped through the pages and put the phone back.

Jiang Chu cursed in his heart, and put another rib in Tan Zui's bowl.

After eating and clearing away the dishes, Jiang Chu stood in the living room and stared at Tan Dada.

"Do you have to apply compresses to your legs?" He went over and tapped on Tan Zui's plaster. "Do you still hurt?"

"Swelling." Qin felt it the most, maybe it was already numb, but the most intense feeling was swelling and itching.

"Get you an ice pack." Jiang Chu went to pack the external ice pack that he brought back at noon. "You can't take a bath these days, you can only stink at home."

Qin Zui frowned.

This kind of thing is that if you don’t talk about it, you don’t feel anything. When you talk about it, you feel dirty.

And this psychological implication was directly transmitted to the legs and feet wrapped in plaster—it wasn't itchy at first, but after Jiang Chu said "it stinks at home", he immediately felt his whole leg itching wildly.

When Jiang Chu came back with a towel and an ice pack, he saw Tan Zui scratching his ankle through a plaster cast, so he hurried over and flicked his hand away.

"Don't scratch blindly. If you use too much force, you will catch blindly." He sat on the sofa side by side with Tan Zui, and studied from left to right for a while, but it was inconvenient.

In the end, he simply crossed his legs sideways, moved Tan Zui's feet onto his own legs, put a towel on him and began to apply ice.

The two of them stared at the ice pack on Tan Zui's lap for a while, just like Wu was doing some big project. Jiang Chu asked quietly, "Do you feel it?"

"...Is there?" Qin most subconsciously followed him and lowered his voice.

"Your voice is so low that you are afraid of scaring someone." Jiang Chu couldn't help laughing.

The corner of Tan Zui's mouth also ticked.

It still felt a little, but his attention wasn't really on his feet.

Jiang Chu changed his clothes after returning home, and maybe took a shower before he woke up.

He has this problem. The last time the two of them went to the hospital to see allergies, Qin Zui discovered it. As soon as Jiang Chu came back from the hospital, he had to take a shower immediately after he went to the hospital. It seemed that he brought back a whole body full of germs after going to the hospital.

He was busy at noon, moving people and cooking and had no time to wash, so he probably felt bad all afternoon.

Sleeping on his bed with a plaster bandage on his leg, he probably felt quite uncomfortable.

Tan Zui was thinking that if Jiang Chu wanted to change the sheets later, he would let him sleep in his own room.

While pondering, he looked at Jiang Chu's neck where a section of collarbone was exposed from the collar when he lowered his head to put an ice pack on him, and he thought of the "Jiang Chu's smell" that he smelled from the blanket in the afternoon.

Jiang Chu took a shower and changed his clothes, and now he feels particularly refreshed from the inside out.

If you bury your face in his neck and sniff at this time, it should smell particularly good.

But I can only think about it, as soon as Jiang Chu raised his eyes to talk to him, he looked away.

However, it didn't move to the right place. Jiang Chu was always shirtless at home and wore a T-shirt now. But the leg holding his foot was crossed, and the trousers were loose. From Qin Zui's point of view Looking at the past, it feels like you can see the innermost part directly.

This kind of inadvertent "revealing" is easier for people to have pictures and imaginations than to be naked directly.

Tan Zui leaned his elbows on the back of the sofa, rubbed his eyebrows with his index finger, and turned his head to watch the TV.

"Give me the cushion next to you." Jiang Chu snapped his fingers, pointing to the cushion next to Tan Zui's arm.

"What?" Qin Zui turned his face back.

"Put it on." Jiang Chu carefully fixed the ice pack, trying to support his feet.

"What's the matter?" Qin didn't move the most.

"It's okay," Jiang Chu was stunned, "I can still support you like this, Shen Shen."

Tan Zui looked at him for two seconds without lifting his legs, then looked away and continued watching TV: "Let's fight for a while."