[GD] Bang VS Bang

In the kitchen, Quan Zhilong was holding a wooden spatula in one hand, and was stabbing the small milk pot in one hand, holding the phone in the other hand and sticking it to his ear. The tongue of fire on the stove happily licked the bottom of the pot. The thick white rice soup was bubbling and bubbling.

"Hey, Mommy..."

"Hey, isn't this Ou Ma's Zhilong! Do you miss Ou Ma?" The voice of Quan Mama grabbing the horse came from the phone along with the noisy background, "He, Aunt Han, wait a minute, I want to touch! Hahaha!"

"Ou Ma, do you know how to cook porridge?"

Quan Zhilong recalled in his mind how Li Shengxian was cooking in the dormitory, stirring casually in the pot with a wooden spatula.

"Cooking porridge?" Mother Quan paused, until someone vaguely said 'fuzzy' from the phone, and then continued, "Just pour rice and water into the pot and cook, then stir it. What's the matter, my son, do you want to eat the meal made by Ou Ma?"

Frowning, Quan Zhilong listened to what Quan's mother said on the phone, and used the shovel in his hand hard...

"Ou Ma, how long will the porridge in the pot continue to cook after it turns a lot of brown and brown?"

"Oh, no need to cook, it's already burnt, my son." Mother Quan replied casually. The kitchen in the house her son bought should not have been used much after it was renovated. She didn't know why Quan Zhilong suddenly had a whim up.

When Quan Zhilong heard Mama Quan's words, the movements of his hands froze, and he felt discouraged. If he knew that when he lived in the dormitory, he should have seen more about how Li Shengxian cooked.

Turn off the fire, and prepare to throw away the pot of porridge and make it again. As soon as I hold the handle of the pot... Mother Quan on the other end of the phone hears 'Ah!Asiba! ', followed by a bang, and finally quiet again after a bang.

"Son, it's okay if the porridge is mushy, there's no need to dismantle the kitchen..." Mother Quan coaxed softly, "I think you should go to the store to buy a bowl, if you can't find time to come back this week, Mama Ou You make soup and drink it."

"I'm fine, Mama Ou." Quan Zhilong turned on the tap and rinsed his red and swollen hands with cold water.

He wanted to take the pot just now, but the pot had been on the fire for too long, his hands were already hot, he accidentally overturned the pot, and the porridge splashed out scalded the back of his hand, and then the pot was swept to the ground... …

The cold water flowed over the burnt area over and over again, suppressing the pain. Quan Zhilong looked at the mess and took a breath and said, "Mama Ou tell me how to do it in detail, I still want to cook it myself."

Of course, you have to cook it yourself to show your heart. Quan Zhilong is extremely disdainful of Song Shixi's behavior of buying from outside. He just wants to be different from him, he just wants to be himself!Has!Do!snort!

Quan's mother on the other side of the phone finally sensed that something was wrong with her son, held up the phone and waved to her sister, and said to Quan Zhilong on the phone side with earnestness while walking to a place with few people.

"Zhilong, is it... Is it because the work has been sluggish recently? Hey Yigu, President Yang is such a capable person, so even such a big company can't keep going?"

"What, Mama Ou!" Quan Zhilong dragged his little milk voice helplessly, what kind of strange idea did his mother have, "I just want to cook a meal for my friends with my own hands. The company is very good, and brother Xianshuo sleeps every day I spend all my time counting money."

"Oh, yo, who is this for? Could it be Miss Hong?" Mother Quan actually didn't like Hong Xiu'er who always liked to play tricks, but her son liked it and didn't see her often, so she just let him go.

"no……"

"That's your Japanese friend?" Quan's mother saw the appearance of Mizuhara Kiko in her mind, she licked her lips and shook her head, "Didn't Ou Ma say that your friend is not good, really, it doesn't matter if you have a big mouth, it's just a butt Too young, it seems that it is not easy to have a son."

"It's not Hong Xiuer, it's not KIKO, Ou Ma, it's Brother Shunhao's younger sister, Alice!" Quan Zhilong said weakly while holding his forehead.

"MO? Oh hehehehe...it's the girl from the Cui family who is good at studying. Our son is really good. When will we bring her home to show Ou Ma? Oh, Yigu, why should Ou Ma go by now? Let me cook for you..."

"I really don't need Mommy Ou! Go and play mahjong, Auntie Han and Auntie Zhao are waiting for you, that's it, it's okay, please..."

Quan Zhilong heaved a sigh of relief, and continued talking to his mother, maybe she will organize a wedding today, obviously he is only 25!

After checking the time, he finally called the maknae, and while waiting for Li Shengxian to come over, he called and harassed Cui Shunhao, chatted casually, and cared about his good friend's work situation in the United States.In the end, I got some information about Cui Xingya completely 'unintentionally'. (What a windfall, Brother Long.)

After Li Shengxian arrived, he was about to roll up his sleeves and enter the kitchen, but was stopped by Quan Zhilong, and he explained to his surprised face for a long time before he realized that Brother Long wanted to cook by himself!

"Anyway, Alice got sick because of..., cough, cough, I should do this." Quan Zhilong explained unnaturally, seeing that Li Shengxian didn't respond, his eyebrows twitched, "You boy, what are you doing? Well!"

With Li Shengxian's detailed explanation and the cooperation of Quan Zhilong's countless fried hairs, this bowl of porridge was finally ready after a few hours.

Watching Quan Zhilong carefully pour the porridge into the insulated lunch box, Li Shengxian eagerly followed Quan Zhilong to see how he took care of the sick Cui Xingya, but Quan Zhilong slapped him on the ass as soon as he turned around .

How could he let Li Shengxian get hold of him? After paying the price of his credit card supplementary card, Li Shengxian left in a hurry.

When he pressed the doorbell of Cui Xingya's house again, Quan Zhilong was really a little uneasy. He didn't know whether it was the heat of the insulated lunch box or because of nervousness, his palms were sweating profusely.

When the doorbell rang, Cui Xingya had just got up to drink water. In the morning, she sent Quan Zhilong and Song Shixi away and returned to the bedroom to sleep all morning. Her stomach, which hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon, finally felt a little hungry.

"Xing Yaxi, are you hungry..."

Seeing the door open, Quan Zhilong walked in without waiting for Cui Xingya to greet him, and saw the porridge Song Shixi brought in the morning still on the table, "It's not easy to get well if you don't eat like this... I 'Personally' cooked the porridge, let's have a taste."

I deliberately recited it personally, and the key points must not be forgotten, eh!It's a pity that Cui Xingya doesn't seem very interested, and her attention is a little off-line.

"Thank you, Quan Zhilong xi, but I don't really like drinking... OhMyGod!! It's minced chicken porridge!"

Glancing at Cui Xingya's slightly widened eyes, Quan Zhilong's mouth twitched, the international long-distance call he made to Cui Shunhao was not in vain!

"Can you drink it?" Cui Xingya tilted her head and watched Quan Zhilong pour the porridge into the bowl, and the chicken mixed with the aroma of rice wafted into her nose, and now she felt even hungrier.

"Sit down." Quan Zhilong helped her to sit on the sofa, covered Cui Xingya with a blanket, and sat next to her with a bowl in her expectant eyes, scooped a spoonful of porridge and put it to his mouth Blowing gently, said softly.

"I feed you..."

When the spoon came to his mouth, Cui Xingya opened his mouth subconsciously, and the hot porridge entered his mouth, and the familiar taste permeated. Seeing her narrowing his eyes contentedly, Quan Zhilong couldn't help but smile.

"Is it delicious? Does it remind you of the porridge made by your mother?"

"It's delicious." Cui Xingya nodded, and then said, "But it doesn't taste the same as my mother's."

Quan Zhilong swallowed back what he wanted to say, he found that talking to Cui Xingya couldn't presuppose an answer, because the other party would never play cards according to the routine.

He fed Cui Xingya another spoonful of porridge and said, "Then I will have a chance to ask auntie for advice. I am best at minced chicken porridge." (You only know this kind, Brother Long!)

"Your hand was burned..." When Cui Xingya lowered her head to drink the porridge, she lowered her eyes and saw the red and swollen marks on the back of Quan Zhilong's hand.

"Eh? Oh, I...I'm not..."

"You're lying." Cui Xingya stared at Quan Zhilong, her big eyes sparkling slightly, "Quan Zhilong xi, I took psychology courses when I was studying for a master's degree. Did you have any unpleasant experiences when you were young? Or Show me your personal tree house, or would you mind being hypnotized by someone without a license?"

"I..." He just occasionally thought how difficult it is to pretend to be a B, and he confessed helplessly, "This is the first time I cook seriously, and, I'm sorry..."

Quan Zhilong sighed and adjusted his mood. He should have said some things in the morning, "What happened yesterday was my fault. I shouldn't have lied to you just because I was angry with you. Anyway, it's all my fault. Do you think Just scold..."

"You are angry with me. What did I do wrong to make you angry? So you lied to me because you hate me?"

"No, Alice, you didn't do anything wrong. I used to be too subjective and didn't understand you enough..." Quan Zhilong put down the bowl, took a handkerchief and gently wiped off the water stains on Cui Xingya's lips, and said softly and firmly , "I don't hate you, and I won't lie to you again in the future, shall we be friends from now on?"

Cui Xingya met Quan Zhilong's gaze, stared at his light brown eyes, looked at the sincere expression on his face, blinked her big eyes, and nodded emphatically.