After returning to the club suite, Jiang Chen went straight to the kitchen to sort out the things he had just bought.
At the cooking table, he methodically sorted out the ingredients needed for each dish. Shi Fengyue had already taken off his coat, changed into home clothes and walked over. Jiang Chen raised his eyes, glanced at him, unpacked the chicken thigh he had just bought, and shifted his attention back to where he was.
Shi Fengyue leaned against the refrigerator next to him and handed the phone in his hand to Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen caught a glimpse of it and asked casually, "What?"
Shi Fengyue leaned against the refrigerator, still handing him the phone, and said lazily, "Test your memory."
"I've saved your number."
Jiang Chen didn't take it. He took out a knife and started to process the chicken legs on the chopping board. His movements were careful and quick. In just a few strokes, he removed the bones of the chicken legs and then cut the chicken meat.
Shi Fengyue stared at his slender fingers with distinct joints. The hand that didn't hold the phone unconsciously curled up the fingertips, and then gently rubbed the index finger and ring finger with the thumb. Just now in the supermarket, it was these two fingers that accidentally brushed Jiang Chen's back... The smooth and delicate touch seemed to still linger on the fingertips. Shi Fengyue put his hand in his pocket, stood up straight, and put the phone in front of Jiang Chen, with a provocative tone: "Forgot?"
Jiang Chen raised his eyes and guessed that he was deliberately provoking him, but he knew Shi Fengyue's character very well. If he didn't let him succeed at this time, the meal would be delayed forever under his persistent interference.
"Changjiang." He said in a clear voice, "Open the address book."
The screen of the phone that Shi Fengyue was holding lit up, and the address book interface quickly opened.
Jiang Chen said: "Save the contact."
The mobile phone screen followed the instructions again, and Jiang Chen repeated the long string of numbers that Shi Fengyue had reported before, and accurately distinguished the mobile phones and landlines corresponding to each number.
After all the numbers were stored, Jiang Chen also processed a few chicken legs. He put the chicken legs into the prepared bowl on the side, and added the seasoning for marinating the chicken legs in proportion. He grabbed the chicken meat to make it more flavorful. After doing all this, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Shi Fengyue: "Is it okay?"
Shi Fengyue put the phone in his pocket, leaned forward with his lips curled, lowered his eyes to look at the shrimps that Jiang Chen was processing, and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Kawaii prawns and teriyaki chicken." Jiang Chen said, "These are two home-cooked dishes that I am good at."
"These shrimps are really fresh." Shi Fengyue said.
Jiang Chen understood the implication of his words and glanced at him: "Because you picked it?"
"That's not entirely true." Shi Fengyue curled his lips: "You also helped weigh it."
Jiang Chen raised the shrimp in his hand and threw it at him. The shrimp, which was already jumping and struggling, broke free with his movement, forming a parabola, and jumped onto Shi Fengyue's nose bridge with a plop. It twisted and flapped, slid down the nose bridge, and jumped back into the pool on the cooking table.
For some reason, Jiang Chen suddenly remembered a sentence that fans in later generations often said when they were flattering their idols: I want to slide down on my brother's nose.
Now, this shrimp has done it.
Jiang Chen saw Shi Fengyue's eyes slowly open from being closed in response, and he wiped away the shrimp-smelling drops of water that had flowed to his lips with a look of disgust, and then showed him a very unfriendly look. Jiang Chen tried to hold it in, his eyes fixed on the bridge of his nose that still had a line of water, and finally he couldn't help but slightly hunched his body, supported his hands on the cooking table, and burst out laughing.
The fishy smell was right beside his mouth, and some of it seemed to have flowed into his mouth. Shi Fengyue wiped his mouth again and narrowed his eyes unhappily: "Very funny?"
"What do you think?" Jiang Chen leaned on the kitchen counter, shaking his shoulders and looking up at him. Seeing him wiping his mouth again and again, he couldn't help laughing. At the same time, he didn't forget to tease: "How does it taste?"
"You want to try?" Shi Fengyue put down his hand, took a half step closer, and looked down at Jiang Chen condescendingly. His lacquered black eyes were already sharp, and now filled with anger, making them even more captivating.
Jiang Chen was not afraid of his tricks. Seeing him approaching, he did not show weakness. He calmed down and stood up straight. His eyes were level with his own. He still had a smile on his face and said jokingly, "Nowadays, many people like to eat raw shrimps. Drunken shrimps are one of them. I asked just to find out if it is Master Shi's taste."
"My taste is basically the same as yours." Shi Fengyue moved closer to him, almost nose to nose. The light behind him was half blocked by him, and his eyes seemed to be dimmed: "If you like it, I like it."
"How come I don't know that we have the same taste?" Jiang Chen was calm and composed, and he did not retreat even when their breathing intertwined.
Shi Fengyue narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at his pink lips. He had been wondering before, how could a boy have such beautiful lips, and the dimple on the side of his cheek, which simply made people want to... His eyes flickered and he moved closer again.
The tips of their noses touched, but neither of them seemed to notice. They just looked straight into each other's eyes, as if they would lose something if they gave in or blinked. After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Chen avoided her gaze first.
Shi Fengyue's breathing was shallow and slightly cool, just like him, but for some reason, this coolness not only did not make people feel cold, but instead made Jiang Chen feel a little irritated from the bottom of his heart, as if he had just heard Shi Fengyue's casual words in the supermarket, or as if he had gotten an answer from Shi Fengyue a long time ago, and then owed meals one after another.
His gaze moved down and landed on Shi Fengyue's perfect lips. His eyes dimmed and for no reason, his throat felt a little dry.
The tips of their noses were already intertwined, and the distance between their lips could only be measured in millimeters. Jiang Chen and Shi Fengyue raised their eyes at the same time.
The heating temperature in the room is just right, but the air seems to be still rising. The shrimps in the cooking pool are jumping around, and the occasional splash of water is the only sound in this space besides breathing.
His lips felt cold, and Jiang Chen looked down in surprise. The white jade-like fingertips pressed against his lips, and the slightly rough fingertips rubbed his lips twice. Shi Fengyue stepped back a little and withdrew his hand. The emotions in his eyes had disappeared, but his voice was a little hoarse than before, "Do you like this taste?"
Jiang Chen came back to his senses, took a half step back, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and smelled a faint fishy smell. Then he remembered that the finger that Feng Yue had used to stroke his lower lip was the finger he had used to wipe his lips before.
His heartbeat seemed to speed up, and the irritation he had suppressed surged up again. Jiang Chen lowered his eyes and grabbed a prawn that had jumped out of the cooking table. He removed its head, back, and shrimp thread with neat movements, and then placed it in a transparent bowl. Only then did he calm down and said casually, "When I process shrimp, the smell I smell is much stronger than this."
Shi Fengyue's eyes fell on the slender neck that was revealed when he lowered his head. His eyes darkened instantly, but he concealed it in an instant. He snorted and looked away, not knowing what he was saying: "I hope that what I make later won't have a fishy smell."
"Don't worry." Jiang Chen also responded in a mixed emotion, but his voice was a little vague: "I guarantee it will taste good."
"Yeah." Shi Fengyue nodded and leaned back against the refrigerator: "I believe you."
The kitchen fell silent. Jiang Chen finished processing a plate of shrimps. Shi Fengyue's gaze was still fixed on him. He wiped his hands and said casually, "You're just going to watch me do it?"
Shi Fengyue stood up straight, as if he had been waiting for this sentence: "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Cut the green and red peppers." Jiang Chen stepped back a little to let him see the location of the other ingredients: "And peel the garlic."
Shi Fengyue followed suit and took the knife from Jiang Chen's hand after washing his hands. He quickly started cutting according to his request. Jiang Chen took a glance and was surprised at his skillful knife skills. Then he thought that Shi Fengyue had to use a scalpel to perform surgery, which was much more difficult than cutting vegetables. It was no surprise that he was good at cutting vegetables.
With the help of Shi Fengyue, the preliminary preparations were completed much faster than Jiang Chen had expected. He lit the fire and heated the oil, and soon the first dish was ready. In less than half an hour, three dishes and a soup were served on the table.
Shi Fengyue watched Jiang Chen cook the whole time. He guessed that the meal would taste good when he saw the process, but when he actually tasted it, he realized that Jiang Chen's cooking skills were so good.
He praised sincerely: "It's delicious."
Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows and smiled, accepting his compliment.
"Especially the shrimp." Shi Fengyue took a sip of wine and said with a half-smile, "I really can't taste any fishy smell at all."
"Try this." Jiang Chen picked up a shrimp and put it into Shi Fengyue's bowl. "I specially marked it and cut its tail. After you taste it, maybe you can recall the taste just now."
Shi Fengyue picked up the shrimp from the bowl, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it. He smiled suddenly. Perhaps it was because he had just taken a sip of wine, his voice seemed to be slightly drunk: "I won't forget it even if you don't savor it."
Jiang Chen suppressed his twinkling eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he didn't understand the hidden meaning in his words, "Try this celery and dried tofu. I always think this is the most delicious vegetarian dish I make."
Shi Fengyue glanced at the green celery piled on the rice, then looked up at Jiang Chen. Jiang Chen looked back with a smile, "Try it quickly."
He picked up the smallest piece of celery, put it in his mouth, raised his eyebrows, chewed it quickly a few times, swallowed it, and immediately took a sip of red wine.
Jiang Chen smiled and asked, "How does it taste? Will you never forget it even if you don't have to savor it?"
Shi Fengyue put down his wine glass. The mellow aroma of the wine mixed with the lingering taste of celery danced on his taste buds. He chuckled without changing his expression, "Yeah, as long as it's you who did it, I'll never forget it."
Their eyes met, seemingly calm yet confronting each other. After a few seconds, they chuckled at the same time, the ambiguity and temptation dissipated, and the fluctuating emotions were hidden in the tacit understanding.
Jiang Chen also took a sip of wine, and then he remembered his curiosity and asked, "You have a house here, why are you still living in the club?"
"I'm used to it." Shi Fengyue paused while picking up the food and said nonchalantly.
Jiang Chen remembered asking Li Nanfeng last time, Shi Fengyue obviously had to go to the hospital to work every day, but why didn't he live in an apartment near the hospital, but seemed to live in a different place every time. Li Nanfeng's answer at that time was: He was used to it.
So, what did Shi Fengyue get used to?
Jiang Chen wanted to ask, but when his eyes met his suddenly indifferent expression, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He was not the kind of person who was very curious about other people's private lives. In fact, most of the time he would deliberately avoid topics that would touch on privacy or dig into other people's past. But for some reason, every time he encountered something about Shi Fengyue, he always wanted to know more.
Jiang Chen looked at the distinct grains of rice in the bowl and gradually became distracted. Did he really not know why he was particularly interested in Shi Fengyue's affairs?
He actually knows.
Jiang Chen is not a person who avoids his feelings. On the contrary, he is a person who is very cautious when facing any intimate relationship. In his opinion, one should not be reckless in establishing any intimate relationship. The closer the relationship, the more cautious one needs to be. On the way back from the supermarket, including when he was cooking just now, he had rationally analyzed his feelings for Shi Fengyue.
There is definitely a good impression, and maybe a little love, but there is no deep love that must be together. He thought that there were several possible factors that might lead to his feelings for Shi Fengyue that went beyond friendship. One was that Shi Fengyue himself was attractive enough in both appearance and personal conditions. The second was that they spent relatively long time together and had common topics. The third was unintentional physical contact that went beyond friendship, such as the unexpected kiss during dinner that day and the accident in the supermarket today.
As long as he is a man, he will inevitably be shaken by sensory and physical contact. This is the inherent bad nature of male creatures. Jiang Chen believes that he cannot avoid it. In his opinion, Shi Fengyue's ambiguous feelings towards him may also come from this.
They both know the situation well and are rational enough, so they always stop themselves before the problem arises. Even when it comes to ambiguity and testing, they never cross the bottom line. This just proves that they both tacitly believe that the other person is not suitable for each other.
The author has something to say: Shi Fengyue: It seems that we still don’t have enough tacit understanding.
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