After My Ex-Boyfriend's White Moonlight Proposed to Me

Dinner is hot pot.

Aunt Chen cleaned the living room in advance, put the induction cooker and mandarin duck pot in the living room, washed the vegetables, put them in a small basket and put them aside.

Originally, Zhuang Yan wanted Aunt Chen to stay and eat together, but Aunt Chen was anxious to go back to take care of her little grandson, she helped them clean and put away the hot pot ingredients, and left in a hurry.

When Zhuang Yan returned home, he turned the corner and went to the vegetable market to buy fresh beef and mutton. He was afraid that the meat would taste too strong, so he bought it with the taste removed.

According to Xie Ning's taste, I bought goose intestines, hairy tripe and beef louver.

Zhuang Yan avoids these viscera, fearing that they will not be clean, but Xie Ning likes them quite a lot.

If it wasn't for Zhuang Yan who couldn't accept it, Xie Ning would still want to buy some pig brains back.

"Actually, the authentic Sichuan hotpot does not include meat, and only the internal organs such as yellow throat and hairy belly." Xie Ning watched Zhuang Yan put the hotpot base into the boiling water, and couldn't help licking his lips, "put beef and mutton." It’s a hot pot habit in the north.”

Zhuang Yan smiled: "I don't care about it. Although we eat Sichuan hot pot, but now that we are in the north, we have to do as the Romans do."

Xie Ning also smiled when he said it: "I am also from the north, how can I say that I do as the Romans do."

Zhuang Yan: "I remember when you said that, you lived in the south when you were a child, and the taste of cooking yellow throat hairy belly was also developed at that time?"

Xie Ning shook his head: "I live in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, which is far away from Sichuan."

Zhuang Yan was curious: "How do you eat hot pot in Jiangsu and Zhejiang?"

Xie Ning recalled: "Eat them all, beef and mutton, yellow throat hairy belly, and seafood... It's like a hodgepodge, everything can be cooked in it."

Zhuang Yan's heart moved, and he wanted to take advantage of the situation to change the topic to Xie Ning's experience in the south, to see if he could ask something.

But Xie Ning seemed very reluctant to bring up the incident at that time, and changed the topic several times.

"The red soup seems to be boiling." Xie Ning stared at the bottom of the boiling pot, "It's time to boil the meat."

Zhuang Yan stood up and smiled: "No rush."

Xie Ning was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Yan asked him back: "Do you know what the essence of hot pot is?"

Xie Ning thought for a while, then hesitantly replied, "Spicy enough?"

"No." Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows, "The essence of hot pot is the bottom of the pot and the dipping sauce."

He walked behind Xie Ning, pressed his shoulders, and said quickly, "You cook your favorite food first, and I'll make some sauce for you."

Since I eat Sichuan-style hot pot, the dipping sauce is naturally made of sesame oil and garlic. The seasoning at home is not as much as that of the hot pot restaurant, so it is impossible to make a dry dish.

Zhuang Yan flipped through it, and added some chopped green onion and vinegar. Xie Ning didn't like coriander, so he didn't add it, and finally added a little sugar to enhance the freshness.

After he finished the adjustment, he turned around and found that Xie Ning had followed him to the kitchen at some point.

Zhuang Yan looked at him leisurely: "What? Come to steal the teacher."

Xie Ning was dumbfounded: "Make a sauce, can it be called stealing?"

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Of course, the sauce I make is different from the ones outside, so it's guaranteed to be delicious."

Xie Ning looked at the small plate in his hand, and didn't notice any difference for a while.

Zhuang Yan put the dishes on the table, washed the handles, and wiped the water stains on the hands with a clean cloth little by little.

"What? Don't believe it?"

Xie Ning was vigilant and was about to shake his head.

However, before he could say "no", Zhuang Yan quickly took some dipping sauce with his fingertips and sent it to Xie Ning's mouth to taste.

Xie Ning: "..."

The lips were cool at first, and then the aroma of dipping sauce permeated, Xie Ning subconsciously stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it.

Zhuang Yan's fingertips brushed against his lips, pressing them lingeringly, and his fingertips suddenly felt wet and soft.

His eyes darkened, and somewhere in his heart itched like fingers.

Xie Ning was also stunned, his eyes wandering around.

Zhuang Yan didn't let go of his hand, as if wanting to outline his lips, touched his lips and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Obviously the question was about the dipping sauce, but Xie Ning was inexplicably thinking wildly, thinking that he meant something.

The word "delicious" stuck in his throat, and he was too shy to spit it out.

There was a little smile in Zhuang Yan's eyes: "I'm asking you something, is it delicious?"

Xie Ning's entire face was redder than the spicy soup in the hot pot in the living room, and it took him a long time to utter two words: "...delicious."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yan quickly lowered his head and licked his lips, and said, "It's really delicious."

"..." Xie Ning was caught off guard by Zhuang Yan's two consecutive critical strikes without any gaps, his mind went blank for an instant, and he stood there for a long time, moved his lips, unable to utter a word.

He asked himself, why did he follow Zhuang Yan to the kitchen like a ghost!

Haven't suffered enough losses before!

Isn't the lesson you've learned before hard enough?

And Zhuang Yan...

Xie Ning recalled the one-touch kiss just now, and the heat rose to another level.

He even thought a little bit self-defeatingly, just kiss if you love kissing, he is used to it anyway.

... something seems wrong.

Zhuang Yan smiled lowly, and washed his freshly washed hands again: "Let's go, if you stay bored in the kitchen, the water outside will almost boil dry."

Xie Ning gave him a quiet look, walked out slowly, and couldn't help but think in his heart: Who is to blame for this!

The heat from the hot pot filled the air, Zhuang Yan was afraid that Xie Ning would be overheated by the teasing just now, so he walked over and turned off the air conditioner in the living room.

When he came back, Xie Ning sat hesitantly at the table and asked, "Why did you only mix a bowl of sauce?"

Zhuang Yan sat down next to Xie Ning, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, imitating his tone and said: "We share a bowl."

Sharing a bowl of...

Xie Ning's ears turned red again.

Zhuang Yan lowered his head and chuckled, and put the vegetables into the clear soup pot.

He knows how long beef and mutton slices take to boil, but he doesn't know much about yellow throat and hairy belly. Seeing Xie Ning's uncomfortable look, he just used this to change the subject.

"The goose intestines can be eaten after a few rinses, but how long does it take for the hairy belly?"

Xie Ning was stunned for a moment: "A minute or so, up and down."

Zhuang Yan picked up a piece of hairy belly and put it in the pot: "I remember it when you said that."

He picked it up seven times, dipped it in the boiling red soup eight times, confirmed that the tripe was cooked and not too hard, dipped it in some sauce, and put it on Xie Ning's plate.

Xie Ning blinked: "You don't want to eat?"

"I don't like these." Zhuang Yan boiled goose intestines for him for more than ten seconds, "Tsk, this is the first time I serve someone like this with my own hands, and my mother doesn't even treat him like this."

Xie Ning said quickly, "I can do it myself."

Zhuang Yan narrowed his eyes: "It's the first time I'm doing this, I'm not very skilled, and I'm disgusted by my feelings."

How dare Xie Ning dislike him, blushing and shaking his head wildly: "No, no."

While talking, he cooked two pieces of mutton for Zhuang Yan in the same way.

After feeding, I felt something was wrong.

When did they eat a hot pot, they were so sticky!

Authentic Sichuan hot pot is not usually spicy. Xie Ning was so hot that he gasped, but it was so refreshing.

Zhuang Yan brought him a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator: "It's not suitable to drink milk at this time, so let's make up for it."

Xie Ning took a gulp, and the cold liquid rolled down his throat, making his whole body feel comfortable.

After eating a hot pot meal, Xie Ning felt a little overwhelmed, feeling his stomach was bulging.

He also wanted to help clean up the dishes, but was stopped by Zhuang Yan.

"What are you rushing to do with Aunt Chen's work?" Zhuang Yan laughed, "Why are you not in a hurry to paint today when you get inspired?"

Xie Ning hesitated for a while, seeing that Zhuang Yan just put the things in the sink, opened the window to diffuse the smell from the living room, and didn't look like he planned to wash the dishes himself.

Then he was driven upstairs by Zhuang Yan: "It's a bit cold after the wind blows through, so go up and stay."

When Xie Ning honestly went to the studio to stay, Zhuang Yan suppressed the smile on his face and found a quiet corner to contact Ji Wenbin.

"Contact me specifically, is there anything you want to consult?"

Zhuang Yan asked: "Doctor Ji, do you know about emotional apathy?"

"I know." Ji Wenbin responded, then paused for a few seconds, and asked, "You suspect that Xie Ning suffers from emotional apathy?"

Zhuang Yan didn't speak.

Ji Wenbin thought for a while and asked, "What caused you to have this suspicion?"

Zhuang Yan didn't mention Yan Xi and the last psychological counselor, but said: "Many of his performances are in line with the symptoms of emotional apathy."

"for example?"

Zhuang Yan thought for a while, and replied: "For example, he is very indifferent in dealing with people, never pays attention to the evaluation of outsiders, and has poor empathy ability, etc."

Of course, there are many inconsistencies, for example, he doesn't think that Xie Ning can't understand feelings.

When he asked Xie Ning if he liked him that day, Xie Ning said yes.

Zhuang Yan didn't think he was lying.

Ji Wenbin seemed to smile, and then said seriously: "Mr. Zhuang, there is one thing I hope you can understand. People's psychological problems are not simply 1+1=2. Psychological evaluation and diagnosis are very complicated and prudent things. , even if Xie Ning has a variety of matching symptoms, it does not mean that he must suffer from emotional apathy."

Zhuang Yan asked calmly: "That is to say, Doctor Ji doesn't think he suffers from emotional apathy, does he?"

Ji Wenbin thought for a moment, and said: "Based on the information I have learned so far, I can't make this judgment."

Zhuang Yan was not very satisfied with his answer, and asked: "Last time you said that Xie Ning should have received psychological treatment before."

Ji Wenbin: "I do have such a guess."

Zhuang Yan was silent for a few seconds before saying, "What if I say that this is the diagnosis made by Xie Ning's last counselor?"

The other end of the phone seemed to be stunned for a moment.

Then I remembered the rustling sound, as if Ji Wenbin was taking notes.

"I don't know how the other party came to this conclusion." Ji Wenbin's gentle voice was rarely mixed with doubts, "but I will use it as a reference."

Zhuang Yan asked: "That is to say... you don't agree with his diagnosis very much now?"

Ji Wenbin just said: "The consistency of the diagnosis of psychological problems has always been very low, because there is no objective diagnostic standard, and the performance of the same patient at different times is not exactly the same."

Zhuang Yan: "I see."

Ji Wenbin laughed: "For us, diagnosis is not the goal, but treatment is our goal."

Ji Wenbin is indeed a very good psychiatrist, he speaks without haste or impatience, and his voice is always gentle and calm.

After chatting with him for a while, Zhuang Yan's original irritability dissipated a lot, and he also mentioned Xie Ning's situation in the past two days.

Ji Wenbin gave a few suggestions responsibly.

Before ending the call, Zhuang Yan remembered Xie Ning's fear of heights during the day, so he couldn't help but describe it.

Ji Wenbin's voice was rare: "Wait."

Zhuang Yan: "What?"

Ji Wenbin asked: "You mean, he suffers from fear of heights, right?"

"Yes."

Ji Wenbin thought for a while, then asked again: "When you asked him how he felt when he looked down, how did he answer you?"

Zhuang Yan recalled: "He said: I feel like I will jump."

Ji Wenbin asked: "Are you sure you remember correctly?"

The scene at that time flashed repeatedly in Zhuang Yan's mind, and he affirmed: "There is not a single word wrong."

Ji Wenbin was silent again.

Zhuang Yan unconsciously lowered his voice: "Is there any problem?"

He also felt that something was wrong at the time, but his thoughts were interrupted just in time, and he thought about it again and again, and suddenly his eyes widened.

Ji Wenbin asked back: "Why did you jump instead of falling?"

Zhuang Yan gripped the phone tightly.

"what do you mean……"

"Most people with acrophobia are afraid that they will fall when they are in a high place. This is normal. But jumping is a very active action."

Ji Wenbin said: "Although it is a bit arbitrary to say so, I suspect that he has or has had suicidal tendencies."

The author has something to say: Zhuang Zhuang: I think this chapter is actually very sweet, of course Ningning is even sweeter.

Ning Ning: ... (successful double kill)

The plot of the previous chapter has been changed, please refer to the words of the previous chapter for details~

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