unrequited love forbidden

Scale

beat around the bush

Fu Qingzhou's recommendation was a sensation among them, after all, No. [-] Middle School has not made any breakthroughs in the competition in recent years.

Moreover, it is difficult to beat No. [-] Middle School and No. [-] Middle School with single-score results. This time, apart from Fu Qingzhou, there was also a girl escorting him. I met the principal on the way, and the old man walked with wind.

The flag-raising ceremony also specially called Fu Qingzhou's name, but unfortunately Fu Qingzhou was not there, but Jiang Xiao and You Rongyan had the audacity to record a video with their mobile phones and send it to Fu Qingzhou.

The second semester of the second year of high school seemed to go by very quickly, Jiang Xiao didn't feel what was going on, two months passed in a blink of an eye, and the midterm exam was about to come.

When he returned home after the exam, he found that Fu Qingzhou was in the kitchen, and immediately after that he smelled the smell of paste.

"What's mushy?" Jiang Xiao hurriedly put down his schoolbag and went into the kitchen.

Fu Qingzhou held a spatula in his left hand and half a tomato in his right, frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

"How do I know." Jiang Xiao couldn't laugh or cry, sniffed it vigorously, and quickly turned off the switch of the rice cooker, "How much water did you add?"

"According to the standard line—" Fu Qingzhou reacted suddenly, "Did I press the wrong function key?"

Seeing his annoyed look, Jiang Xiao really didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm, so he turned against him without principle, "It's all because this rice cooker is too old-fashioned, let's buy a new one tomorrow."

"Uh..." Fu Qingzhou was silent for two seconds, "I will use it."

"That can't be done, you are the light of the Seven High Schools." Jiang Xiao took out the liner to soak in water, turned to look at the dishes in the pot, "What kind of dishes are fried are quite delicious—ah."

He looked at the onion, ginger and garlic in the pot and fell into a brief silence.

"The video says to get the scent of onion and ginger first." Fu Qingzhou said seriously, "The onion, ginger and garlic should be more fragrant."

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes?" Jiang Xiao looked at his phone.

"Yes." Fu Qingzhou continued to cut tomatoes seriously.

Jiang Xiao hesitated to speak, and helped him turn down the heat while he was moving slowly, turned over the onion, ginger and garlic, and asked tentatively, "Is there a possibility that the tomato scrambled eggs don't need garlic?"

"Can't I put it?" Fu Qingzhou was a little puzzled, "Last time I made the soup and let it go, and you still said it was delicious."

"It's not impossible, I really like garlic." Jiang Xiao said with a dry smile: "Shouldn't it be time to put tomatoes?"

"Wait, I haven't finished cutting yet." Fu Qingzhou said.

"The pot will burn." Jiang Xiao finally couldn't help reminding.

Only then did Fu Qingzhou speed up and put the tomatoes into the pot. Jiang Xiao reminded again, "Don't forget to add salt."

Fu Qingzhou put down the knife, turned around and pushed the man out of the kitchen, "You can either take a shower or do your homework, don't get in the way here."

Jiang Xiao watched the pot smoke, and tried to help, "Brother! The scallions are mushy! You overturn the pot!"

What responded to him was the sliding door that was ruthlessly closed.

Jiang Xiao touched his nose with his hand, then quietly opened the slit to look in, and saw that Fu Qingzhou was dumping the mushy vegetables into the trash can with a grumpy expression.

But Boss Fu seemed to have an inexplicable obsession with cooking, especially after he was forced to drink a big bowl of tomato soup with minced garlic last time, he was even more convinced of this.

"Boss Fu, you don't need to add garlic to scrambled eggs with tomatoes, really." He scratched the door frame and shouted softly.

Fu Qingzhou only left him with a cold back.

Jiang Xiao instructed in a low voice, "Prepare the dishes first, then heat the pan and pour oil, first scramble the eggs for later use, then put onions and ginger, then tomatoes, and finally put the scrambled eggs, just add some pepper to enhance the taste."

Fu Qingzhou turned around and stared at him faintly, "I know."

Jiang Xiao smiled brightly, "Why don't I come, you go to your work, or go to rest and play with Fuzhi for a while."

"No." Fu Qingzhou ruthlessly rejected him, and then ruthlessly closed the kitchen door.

Facts have proved that cooking may really require a little talent.

Jiang Xiao thought as he picked up the water glass to drink without changing his expression after being sipped coldly.

Fu Qingzhou doesn't cook easily, once he cooks for him, there is something to do, but unfortunately, this person is too strict, as long as he doesn't want to talk about it, Jiang Xiao won't inquire about it.

But probably out of courage, he pestered Fu Qingzhou at night, determined to get something out of him.

"Why don't you cook other dishes besides tomatoes?" Jiang Xiao asked.

"Tomatoes are easy." Fu Qingzhou said calmly.

"It was also tomatoes last time." Jiang Xiao said.

"Well, last time... also." Fu Qingzhou's voice was a little unsteady.

"Why tomatoes?" Jiang Xiao asked again.

Fu Qingzhou got angry, "I've said it all—tomatoes, simple—Jiang Xiao!"

Jiang Xiao was kicked off the bed by him. When Fu Qingzhou turned on the light, he was still a little dazed, and looked up at Fu Qingzhou with his shirtless and bewildered face.

The shirt on Fu Qingzhou's body was torn into a mess by him, and the mark on Jiang Xiao's neck was particularly conspicuous under the light. He swallowed guiltyly, and said without confidence: "I... accidentally."

"You careless fart!" Fu Qingzhou rarely swears.

"My stomach hurts from you kicking." Jiang Xiao looked down with his curly hair on his head, and muttered aggrievedly, "I lost both my abdominal muscles."

Fu Qingzhou was angry and funny, "Come up."

Jiang Xiao snorted, paused for two seconds, and climbed onto the bed very spinelessly. Fu Qingzhou reached out and rubbed his stomach for him, "I didn't use any force."

"Anyway, kicking hurts a lot." Jiang Xiao plausibly said, "Is this considered a work-related injury?"

"You go too far." Fu Qingzhou glared at him.

Jiang Xiao touched his nose with his hand, and said in a low voice, "I didn't think it took much effort, but you kicked me suddenly..."

"Come on, try it." Fu Qingzhou reached out and pulled his pants.

"Hey, hey, forget it!" Jiang Xiao covered his pants and hid desperately, "I made a mistake, I won't dare to do it again next time! Brother Zhou! Mr. Fu!"

Fu Qingzhou sat on his stomach, held his disheveled arm with both hands, and said condescendingly: "Next time if you do it again, I will punish you."

"That's not good, I'm just a pure high school student." Jiang Xiao looked at him excitedly, eager to try.

"Uh..." Fu Qingzhou choked on him, and patted his waist angrily.

Jiang Xiao seized the opportunity, turned over, and his whole body was firmly on Fu Qingzhou's body like a koala.

This kid had learned professional grappling, and both of them were trapped in the soft quilt. Fu Qingzhou couldn't even use the strength to break free, so he wanted to laugh helplessly, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Xiao kissed his ear from behind, lowered his voice and said, "Boss Fu, just tell me, please."

Fu Qingzhou's voice was a little dry, "What did you say?"

"Is today an important day?" Jiang Xiao bit his earlobe and kept his mouth shut, and asked vaguely.

Fu Qingzhou moved a bit, Jiang Xiao held him firmly and did not let him move, "It was the same thing when I made soup last time. Could it be that the first time I cooked for you were tomatoes?"

The number of times he cooks for Fu Qingzhou is not infrequent, and it is normal for Fu Qingzhou to think that he can't remember clearly.

"En." Fu Qingzhou responded, trying not to make him rattle his ears, "Tomato and egg soup is delicious."

Jiang Xiao chuckled twice, "If you want to drink, just say it, and hint at me by beating around the bush."

"Let go." Fu Qingzhou was warmed up by his embrace.

"Don't let it go." Jiang Xiao let go of his earlobe and kissed his neck, and said darkly: "I have to find a place to leave a tooth mark, you made all of my neck, and I can only wear high school clothes when I go to school." Collaring a sweater, I was almost seen by Li Bowen last time."

His lips lingered on the side of Fu Qingzhou's neck, and he didn't open his mouth for a long time. Fu Qingzhou was a little hairy by his scorching breath, and he pursed his lips and said, "Are you still going to take a scale to measure it?" ?”

Jiang Xiao laughed coldly, and imitated his tone and said slowly: "The first time I cooked for you was ground delicacies, Mr. Fu, as I said, I remember things about you better than yourself. It's all clear."

Fu Qingzhou was stunned.

"So it can only be something that I don't know but has something to do with me." Jiang Xiao narrowed his eyes, biting a small piece of skin on the side of his neck, his vague voice mixed with adult aggression and juvenile aggression. Acting coquettishly, "Boss Fu, tell me, okay?"