Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

In the evening, Mu Junchen's parents came back. When we had dinner together, I was so nervous that I exploded. Fortunately, Mu Junchen didn't do anything strange, and only told his parents that I was his classmate.

"If you hadn't come today, I wouldn't have known that Junchen is such a good cook." Mu Junchen's mother said to me with a smile.

"You got it from training when you were young." Mu Junchen's father answered, "Junchen can do everything very well. His studies and specialties are all top-notch in his class, but he always goes to Dong County this semester. Playing, the grades have dropped a bit, Primary Six students, do you know what Junchen did in Dong County, and did he have a girlfriend there?"

Scared to death!

I gripped the chopsticks tightly: "I, I don't know very well"

"Try this." Mu Junchen put a piece of beef with the bone removed into my bowl with serving chopsticks. I have always wanted to eat this beef rib, but it doesn't look easy to bite. I am worried that I will be disgusted if I eat it , I never moved my chopsticks.

"Dad, let's talk about something else. Why are you always dragging me about getting a girlfriend? Don't Zhang Jigang and the others have girlfriends?" Mu Junchen said in a dull tone.

Mu Junchen's father frowned: "But none of them are like you..."

"Dad." Mu Junchen called out, interrupted him, picked up a piece of chicken and put it in his dad's bowl, "Let's eat."

Mu Junchen's father was stunned for a moment, then picked up the chicken in the bowl and ate it in one bite, and said, "You brat is really good at cooking."

I agree with this statement very much. Every dish on the table is very delicious, just like the dishes in the restaurant.

In my heart, Mu Junchen has already defeated my grandmother and that little fat brother, becoming the best cook I have ever tasted.

After dinner, Mu Junchen took me upstairs again. I thought I was going to his room to continue my homework, but he took me up to the rooftop with a mysterious expression.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"You'll find out later."

On the rooftop, Mu Junchen led me around a flower wall. There was a room behind him. He opened the door. Inside was a kitchen with kitchen utensils and cooking utensils. There are high and low seasoning bottles, and beside the pool, there is a small pot of cleaned and processed walnut-sized snails.

There was a plate of this on the dinner table just now, but I didn't eat it.

"I knew you would be afraid to eat this because you would look ugly. I wanted to pick one for you, and I was afraid that my dad would suspect me of being gay, but fried escargot is my specialty. I want you to try it..."

Mu Junchen explained with a little embarrassment, while starting to cut spices on the cutting board.

Me: "Don't bother me, I..."

Mu Junchen looked at me unhappily, his peach blossom eyes showed a hint of shamelessness and persecution.

My heart skipped a beat for no reason, and I said, "Then you can fry it...do you want me to help?"

Mu Junchen suddenly laughed: "Help me tie an apron, that one is hanging by the door."

I took off my apron and walked over to Mu Junchen. He lowered his head, matching my height perfectly.

The ingredients were cut quickly. Mu Junchen set up the pot in a dignified manner, turned on the range hood, heated up the pot, poured oil, put basil, chili, ginger, garlic, star anise and cinnamon into the pot and stir-fried, bursting out A burst of spicy and rich aroma.

Mu Junchen motioned me to stay away, and then poured the snails down. There was a sound of crackling and sizzling in the hot oil in the pot, and the sparks of the oil splashed everywhere. Mu Junchen quickly stir-fried with the spatula Holding the snails, the other hand flipped the spoon gorgeously and easily, the flames grew bigger and burned the bottom of the pot, reflecting his serious eyebrows and straight nose bridge, he had a different kind of handsomeness.

I was almost stunned, with strange emotions surging in my heart.

He let me look at his paintings, and told me his method of solving the problems. Since I didn't eat at the dinner table, he made his special dish for me again.

He seemed to be showing off his treasures, and if there was anything good, he held it in front of me.

Standing in front of the stove, Mu Junchen looked taller. Tall people can cook with less effort. They don't have to work so hard to reach the height of the stove, and can easily swing the spoon and shovel.

The pot on the stove has been covered and entered the first step, the spatula rests on the pot cover, gurgling and steaming.

"Grumble rumble..."

A very small child, wearing oversized clothes, stood on tiptoe and picked up the stove with a few broken tiles to look at the pot on the stove. The aroma of the snails made his mouth water.

"Gulu Gulu..." The child imitated the sound of the pot, and his little face was flushed red by the light of the firewood in the stove.

"Sister, stay away, your hair will burn later." The little boy who was standing on a low stool to observe the movement in the pot stretched out a chubby hand, and stroked the long hair that had slid down his shoulders to the back.

"Understood, little fat brother." The child stood back obediently, "Is it almost done?"

The little boy stood on the stool and stared at the gurgling pot, with a very serious expression on his chubby face: "It's not cooked yet, if you eat it if you don't cook it, you'll have diarrhea... Don't call me little fat brother, I will very sad."

"I'm also very sad when you call me sister." The child complained.

"You are so much shorter than me, aren't you my sister, are you my sister?" The little boy asked back.

The child stopped talking, pouted in aggrieved manner, and waited quietly for the snails in the pot to be cooked.

Suddenly, the little boy opened the lid of the pot, and the aroma immediately filled the dusty kitchen. The little boy turned his head and smiled proudly at the child: "It's done."

"It's ready." In the light of the fire, Mu Junchen turned his head and raised his eyebrows at me, with a very sad expression, turned off the fire, copied the pot with one hand, and poured the snails into a plate, the aroma filled the whole kitchen.

I recovered from the fragments of memory, looked at this beautiful kitchen, and looked at the tall and handsome Mu Junchen in front of the stove, feeling bored for a while.

"What's wrong with you?" Mu Junchen washed his hands and walked over with a worried look on his face, "Liu'er? Remember something unpleasant?"

"Tell my brother if you are unhappy, tell me whoever bullies you, and I will remember everything. When I grow up, I will beat them up. When I grow up, I will become a big fat man. I must be very strong. When I grow up That's fine."

The little fat man hugged Xiao Luhuai in his arms, and his chubby chest was pressed against Xiao Luhuai's face. The warm and soft touch could not be forgotten after many years.

But you won't grow up.

I touched my sore nose, shook my head, took a breath, and said to Mu Junchen, "The chili smell is a bit irritating to the eyes, it smells so good."