Chapter 16 "Did you two have a fight too?"
Jiang Yao leaned against the window and gave some random instructions until the bushes were trimmed by the big scissors until they looked like they had been bitten by a dog. When he was about to go upstairs, he met Duan Zhuxian who had just come out of the home gym.
He first collided with the heat emanating from the skin, and then his vision was filled with the flesh wrapped in a tight black vest.
The originally clear and light scent of pine wood was evaporated into a very mellow one.
I took a deep breath and even felt a little drunk.
Jiang Yao quickly took a step back and stopped at the stairs, not wanting to admit that someone was sweating profusely and looked like an indecent male demon.
Duan Zhuxian took two steps and turned back, raising his eyebrows slightly: "You're not leaving, are you planning to spy on me from behind?"
"Stop farting!"
Jiang Yao stood below without looking up, looking at people with his eyes pressed down under his half-lifted eyelids, looking very arrogant.
The phone call just now brought back some unpleasant memories from the past. The good mood that Jiang Yao had accumulated in the morning had completely disappeared, and he didn't look at Duan Zhuxian in a good mood.
Just at this moment, a voice full of surprise and joy came from the stairs—
"Hey, you two had a fight too?"
Jiang Yao looked up with a sour face and saw his brother walking down the stairs with anticipation in his eyes.
Duan Zhuxian said calmly, "Jiang Yao and I are planning to make lunch for you, but we're not quite on the same page about the dishes."
Jiang Yao:?
How come he didn't know about this...
Jiang Chen was also quite surprised when he heard this. His younger brother had been spoiled by his family since he was a child. No one was willing to let him get tired in the slightest. He didn't look like someone who could handle gentle water.
"You've grown up and know how to respect your brother."
Jiang Chen felt very relieved. He walked down the stairs in two or three steps and touched Jiang Yao's head lovingly, but Jiang Yao opened his hand with a snap.
Duan Zhuxian asked calmly, "Brother Chen, do you have any dietary restrictions?"
Jiang Chen said casually, "I'm not picky, just don't put cilantro in it."
Duan Zhuxian smiled amiably: "Just like Jiang Yao, neither of us eats coriander."
Jiang Chen nodded: "No one in my family likes to eat that stuff."
Jiang Yao stood nearby, wanting to say something, but realizing that this should be the "Husband Life" script that Duan Zhuxian had rushed to write overnight after listening to his instructions, he ultimately chose not to interrupt.
Half an hour later, Young Master Jiang stood in the kitchen with his hands on his hips, staring at a pile of chicken, duck, fish and meat.
He has been living a life of having food provided for him all his life, and his cooking skills are still at the stage of cooking instant noodles. It is considered an extraordinary performance for him to be able to put two soft-boiled eggs in it.
Jiang Yao picked up the menu that the chef had helped him prepare and ordered it from beginning to end.
Mandarin duck chicken, candied yam, clam-stuffed shrimp balls...
The names of the dishes are dazzling, and the ingredients are difficult to handle.
In other words, he might have to spend several times more time than he imagined in this kitchen of dozens of square meters.
With someone.
Jiang Yao frowned and asked, "Who ordered the dishes?"
Duan Zhuxian: "Me."
?
Quite justified.
Jiang Yao rolled his eyes: "You must be crazy to choose something so complicated."
Duan Zhuxian also looked a little embarrassed. He took the menu and pondered for a moment: "I don't know how to cook, I have no idea."
Jiang Yao was speechless for a moment.
Duan Zhuxian is such a cold, arrogant and scheming person. It is rare for him to be frank and honest with her. She took the initiative to expose her shortcomings, which made him suddenly lose his temper.
It’s a pity that he thought the kitchen was not suitable for Cool Guy, so he didn’t learn the skill of cooking and missed the opportunity to crush Duan Zhuxian.
It’s never too late to cram.
After all, he is a top student who graduated from a top university. If he doesn't even have this little learning ability, wouldn't it be a waste of his time?
Duan Zhuxian leaned against the counter beside him, watching a young master who had a look of disgust on his face a second ago squatting on the ground, using two cold white fingers to pick through the plastic bag to identify the ingredients, while studying the recipe intently. Even the red highlights at the ends of his hair showed his seriousness, and a faint curve appeared at the corners of his lips.
After assigning the tasks, the two began to work on their own without talking much.
Jiang Yao frowned as Zhang Fei sliced the white mushrooms into standard umbrella-shaped pieces like a needle. He looked at Duan Zhuxian's back and asked, "The white mushroom slices are done. Shall I give them to you now?"
Duan Zhuxian said "hmm" and didn't look back.
He wore a black home shirt with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his beautifully shaped arms. His back was straight, and even in the kitchen filled with smoke, he still maintained the demeanor of an elite nobleman.
It's a pity that the action of using scissors to open the shrimp's back slightly ruined it, adding a rare bit of mortal air.
Not so pretentious anymore.
Outside the glass window, the weather was just right. The sunlight slowly rising from the center of the sky cast into the cool and clear air, and was cut into small pieces by the golden dead branches and old leaves, spreading a layer of powdery autumn colors over the entire kitchen.
The soup in the pot was bubbling and boiling, and white mist was rising up, overlapping with the soft and warm skylight, blurring the sharp lines of Duan Zhuxian's profile.
In a trance, a layer of "virtuous homemaker" filter was superimposed.
Jiang Yao squinted his eyes and watched, hiding behind Duan Zhuxian to take a break.
Half an hour later, Jiang Chen tiptoed to the door, peeked through the crack and found that his beloved brother was actually cooking for him and whispering intimately with the boy from the Duan family from time to time. After observing for a while, he left with a little surprise.
Jiang Yao glanced at the half-open kitchen door, and distanced himself from Duan Zhuxian, which he had deliberately kept close. He casually turned on the music radio on his mobile phone, letting different sounds fill the dull space.
"Is my brother annoying?"
"fine."
Duan Zhuxian turned around and threw the cut tofu into the pot to rinse it.
Jiang Yao raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, assuming that Duan Zhuxian was being pretentious on purpose. In fact, he was already annoyed to death, but because of his calm personality, he acted so calmly.
In his impression, Duan Zhuxian has always been a person with a strong sense of boundaries.
I remember when we were in school, in order to trick Duan Zhuxian into joining the volleyball team of the next class so that they could play against each other seriously in the future, he specially invited Duan Zhuxian to have meals near the school several times.
Duan Zhuxian always emphasizes "don't bring others along".
He had no choice but to dismiss his volleyball team friends and go to the appointment alone, making it seem like they were having an affair.
Jiang Yao was shredding carrots when he suddenly wondered, "Come to think of it, I haven't even told my brother the exact address here, so I don't know how he got here."
Duan Zhuxian said, "I saw him at a nearby intersection last night and brought him back."
Jiang Yao paused while chopping vegetables. "How did you recognize him? My brother and I don't look alike."
That's right.
Jiang Chen has a handsome appearance, with regular features, but not too outstanding.
As for Jiang Yao.
Duan Zhuxian glanced at the man beside him who was wearing a blue apron and was studying how to cut perfect carrot shreds with a scientific attitude.
With red lips, white teeth, beautiful eyes and eyebrows, she has a one-in-a-million good appearance and can attract the spotlight even if she is thrown into a crowd.
"I've met your brother."
Duan Zhuxian explained indifferently.
Jiang Yao said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions.
It was probably in some business setting.
But it was actually Valentine's Day during my freshman year of high school, at the entrance of a movie theater.
Jiang Yao and Jiang Chen came out with couple's milk tea, squeezed in the crowd and played and joked, behaving very intimately.
At that time, Duan Zhuxian thought Jiang Chen was Jiang Yao's boyfriend. Coincidentally, Jiang Yao had revealed his sexual orientation to him a few days ago.
At night, Duan Zhuxian was upset and couldn't sleep all night. The next day was the first exam of the semester, and that was the only time he would take the exam. His ranking dropped to fifth in the grade.
Duan Zhuxian calmly accepted this long-foreseen result.
On the contrary, Jiang Yao was extremely anxious. After a random analysis, he suspected that Duan Zhuxian was in love.
During the break, Jiang Yao ran to the corridor outside Duan Zhuxian's classroom and whispered in his ear like a dean: "Duan Zhuxian, do you know what's most important for students? It's learning! Don't do stupid things like falling in love too early. Focus on your studies."
Duan Zhuxian's natural aura of tranquility vanished. Annoyed by the chatter of Jiang Yao's suspicious mouth, he had no choice but to promise that he would never fall in love too early. In front of Jiang Yao, he casually solved a college entrance examination question that was beyond the syllabus. Only then did Jiang Yao finally feel relieved.
He asked Jiang Yao, "What about you?"
"You mean puppy love?"
As if he had heard a joke, the young man leaned lazily against the window facing the sunlight, his peach blossom eyes curved into a brilliant arc.
"Impossible." Jiang Yao said disdainfully, "Love affects the speed at which I draw my sword. My sword can only cut through the threads of love."
Duan Zhuxian raised his eyelids and looked at Jiang Yao silently, as if a ray of spring sunshine was reflected in his eyes. His heart, which had been troubled for many days, was finally soothed by these solemn words.
Although in the near future he will realize how untrustworthy a promise made casually by a young man is.
After failing the monthly exam, Duan Zhuxian vaguely felt that Jiang Yao didn't seem to be as obsessed with him as before, and the number of times she came to him to discuss difficult problems gradually decreased.
Sometimes when they met on the street, Jiang Yao would just reach out his hand from his trouser pocket and greet him casually. The moment he put his hand back into his pocket, his eyes would immediately fly away, attracted by other more interesting people and things.
It wasn't until the next monthly exam, when he topped the list and crushed Jiang Yao with an outrageous score the school had never seen before, that Jiang Yao's gaze returned to him, belonging to him alone again.
Beside the chopping board, Jiang Yao hummed along with the music while wondering what a "rolling knife" was. He gestured at the eggplant twice, but something didn't seem right.
Suddenly, a deep voice fell in my ear: "Cut it diagonally like this."
The next second, the back of the hand holding the knife was covered by a warm palm.
He subconsciously took a small step back, and his back hit someone's chest, right at the other person's heart.
Boom, boom, boom.
His spine and body seemed to be captured by the steady and powerful heartbeat, unable to move for a moment. He actually let the other party hold his hand and slowly cut a few pieces.
"I know, I know."
Suddenly coming back to his senses, Jiang Yao's tone was stiff and he sounded impatient.
After breaking free from his restraints, he cut off most of the remaining eggplant in a few strokes, then coated the eggplant pieces with starch, threw them into the frying pan, and waved the spatula with a crackling sound. His hands moved as swiftly as if he was escaping.
The eggplants were bursting with flavor. The room temperature was perfect. The man behind him was focused, his eyes fixed on the reddened tips of his ears. The radio just happened to play the line, "I climbed mountains and crossed rivers for you, but I had no time to appreciate the scenery."
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