Na Chen went up to the second floor, Anhe stood up and walked slowly to the sofa to sit down. The back of his hand was completely swollen, and his hands were shaking a little.﹍Yawen Bar`

His mood is simply indescribable. He was still chewing his emotions back and forth in the parking lot, but he was hit like this by Na Chen suddenly. If his hand was not too painful and he could not drive the car, he would have the urge to get up and leave.

Na Chen ran down from the second floor, holding a small medicine box in his hand.

Angel watched him open the refrigerator and took out an ice box, quickly poured the ice cubes into a small basin and placed them on the coffee table, and then dragged the coffee table to Angel.

"I'll get some ice?" Na Chen came over and touched Anhe's hand gently.

Angel put his hand into the ice. The temperature of the ice made him frown and took out his hand again.

Na Chen took out a roll of bandages from the medicine box, cut out two long strips and folded them, put them in a basin. After soaking the bandages with some ice water, he covered the folded bandages on the back of Anhe's hand.

"I..." Na Chen knelt on one leg and squatted in front of him, saying a little difficult, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Angel was not in a good mood now, but he still shook his head.

This sorry reminded Anhe of the first time Na Chen said to him. At that time, he simply felt that Na Chen should be a person who rarely says sorry to others.

Thinking about it now, he didn't say very little, he probably didn't know how to face such a scene.

He didn't know what to do and say.

From childhood to adulthood, they should have been parents who taught by example. One turned a blind eye and the other was dark and depressed. They created the sensitive, fragile, longing for warmth, but never gave him a demonstration of how to get along with others.

Anhe glanced at the kitchen: "Are you boiling water in the pot? You're going to boil it."

"I want to cook corn kernels to make salads." Na Chen got up and went to the kitchen to turn off the fire, and held the stove with his hands for a long time without moving.

"Come here to serve," Anh said, "No more."

Na Chen hurried over and soaked the bandage in ice water and put it on his hands: "Let's go to the hospital later to see if it will be broken."

"Don't curse me," Angel moved his finger, "It didn't break, it just smashed a little hard, like an enemy."

Na Chen didn't say anything, leaned against the sofa and sat on the floor beside his legs, pinched a piece of ice and rubbed it in his hand.

"You said," Angel saw that he didn't say anything and leaned back, but found that it was difficult to challenge to lean on such a serious, 90-degree-right-angle mahogany sofa, so he sat up straight again, "Why did you have to let me play the piano?"

"Just want to hear it." Na Chen rubbed the ice cubes and took another piece and rubbed it.

"Do you miss your mother?" Angel raised his hand and moved his fingers to determine if there was any problem with his bones.

"…Yes," Na Chen hesitated for a moment, "Actually, I often miss her."

Is it a feeling of fear and missing him? Anhe smiled. He probably had something similar, not that serious, but he could understand.

I am afraid of going home and losing that so-called home.

Because once it is lost, the most illusory comfort and hope will be destroyed.

"Cook," Anhe touched Nachen with his legs, "I'm hungry. Yawen's ﹏w`w-w=.-y=a·w-e-n`8`"

"Well," Na Chen changed him to ice bandages and stood up, took two steps to the kitchen and stopped again, "Do you want to see how the char siu is made?"

"Okay." Angel sat next to the dining table with his hands holding two stacks of bandages.

Na Chen put the box of cured meat in front of him and smiled: "The chef teaches you how to make char siu at home, and the lecture begins."

"Baobabababababababababababa." Anhe cooperated and applauded.

"The tools we want to use are a pile of pork belly, an oven, a baking tray and..." Nachen opened the drawer on the kitchen cabinet next to him and took out a small box, "a box of paper pins."

"You're a hunter putting a condom on it," said Angel.

"The meat is marinated first, and the sauce is made of the Big Seven Secret. I won't mention the recipe. Anyway, you can't understand it. Cut the meat into strips and marinate it. You must squeeze it to marinate it in this way to make it taste special. Just put it in the refrigerator for a night," Na Chen showed him the lunch box, took out the meat one by one and placed it in the baking tray next to it. "It's very simple below, just hang it up."

"You didn't say it before..."

"It's all very simple," Na Chen took out a few paper pins, broke them into hooks, and passed them through the meat strips one by one and arranged them in the baking tray. "Just like this, just hang them up, put them on the grill, hang them on, put them on the baking tray, and then... the lecture is over."

"After you finish this lesson, the program team will have to pay for it." Angel smiled.

"Then I'll go out and tell me how to make the sauce," Na Chen hung up the meat, put a thermometer in the baking tray, closed the oven door, set the time, and counted it in a series of ways, "Sugar, salt, light soy sauce, cooking wine, sesame paste, sweet noodle sauce, fermented bean curd..."

"Stop quickly," Angel smiled, "I can't remember."

"Please look at the bottom of the screen for specific ingredients." Na Chen bowed.

Na Chen said it very simply, but it was not easy to operate. When baking, he turned on the oven several times and took out the meat to brush with sauce. He also took the time to help Anhe's hand change to ice several times.

More than half an hour later, the room was full of the aroma of barbecue, and Anhe could almost hear the shouting of his stomach. Nachen took out the roasted char siu that had been roasted into golden color, cut it off a small piece, and handed it to his mouth: "Try it."

Angel opened his mouth and bit the piece of meat into his mouth, swallowed it in two strokes: "It's really good!"

"That's OK," Na Chen snapped his fingers, brushed the sauce for the meat for the last time, and put it back in the oven. "I'll eat it in five minutes. I'll fry the chicken wings first."

"Who taught you this?" Anhe was a little surprised. In a family like Nachen, his chance of cooking should be as low as his.

"I learned it myself, who will teach you this?" Na Chen stood next to the oil pan and put the chicken wings in one by one. "When I was a child, my mother didn't let me go out... I went to school almost two years later than others. I stayed at home and watched TV to teach cooking, and then I thought about it myself."

Angel suddenly felt a little moved when he looked at Na Chen's figure busying himself in the kitchen.

Cooking requires talent.

My mother didn't let herself go out. Since childhood, he still didn't come back. My mother basically didn't care. Sometimes she would think that he was at home and let him get out. ﹎Yawen bar w-w·w`.=y·a`w·e·n-8

During those years, he was thinking about eating every day. When he saw him teaching cooking on TV, he had the urge to chew on TV, but he didn't learn any tricks of cooking on TV.

Last time, he poured too much instant noodles. He wanted to put some salt, so he finally got half a spoonful of sugar.

So this thing must be talented. Even if you are a psychopathic rock young man, you can make good dishes based on the cooking programs you watched on TV when you were a child.

I have been so talented like myself, and I have been soaking noodles for several years, but I have never even had an innovative idea of ​​adding some food to the noodles.

Nachen cooked very well, steamed, fried and fryed. For more than an hour, the dishes were all placed on the table.

Hang the roasted barbecue stew, fried chicken wings, sweet and sour pork ribs, eggplant box, steamed fish, and a soup that I don’t know if it’s snail or shellfish.

"Good guy..." Angel looked at the table of dishes, feeling that he had to grit his teeth even when he spoke, or even his saliva could drip out, "All meat mat?"

"Well," Na Chen took out the beer, and thought about it and replaced the beer in front of Anhe with apple cider vinegar. "All meat, you don't look like you really want to eat vegetables."

"I just want to eat meat." Angel said particularly honestly.

"If you want to eat vegetarian food, you will have salads. I cook corn kernels, and it will be fine for a while." Na Chen stood opposite him with his arms in his arms, "How is it!"

"Surprise," Angel nodded sincerely, "It's really surprising."

"It's definitely an accident for you," Na Chen raised his eyebrows, a little proud. Then there was a fleeting loss between his eyebrows, but it was soon replaced by a smile. "But this is the first time I have the opportunity to cook for others."

"Thank you," Angel picked up the apple cider vinegar and touched the beer can in front of Nachen. "This is the first time someone has made such a table of dishes for me."

Anhe's hands were still swollen, and it was a little difficult to get the chopsticks. Na Chen was embarrassed to take him a set of knife and fork: "You poke it and eat it, or I'll feed you?"

"Thank you, please inform me next time you are in the mood for the wind. I will wear gloves." Angel didn't care too much about this, so he took a fork and started eating, mainly because he was too hungry.

Na Chen smiled and said nothing, lowered his head and drank a sip of beer and started eating.

The dishes tasted good, Anhe ate lightly, and the dishes made by Nachen were just salty and light, and he ate very hard when he was injured.

Every time I had a fight, he ate very happily when he was having barbecue with people at street stalls. For some reason, even after being beaten by his mother, he would be hungry and sleep soundly.

Being beaten and being beaten are both physical tasks.

After eating and drinking, Anhe relaxed his whole body.

The decoration of the first floor living room of Nachen's house makes people feel heavy and depressing, but now the dining room and kitchen are warmer because of this table of dishes with all colors, fragrance and flavor.

"Don't your mother cook?" Na Chen asked while drinking beer.

"Well," Angel smiled, "My mother is a wonderful woman who lives her lifelong career. She has devoted her life to the mahjong career and sacrificed all things that have nothing to do with mahjong. If she wants to participate in the World Mahjong Competition, she will definitely become a leader in the mahjong world."

"Then..." Na Chen frowned. No one in his family played mahjong and could not understand such a magical thing. "Where is your dad?"

Angel didn't make a sound, and blew a few breaths on the back of his swollen hands before slowly saying: "My dad is basically not at home."

"Is there any other woman?" Na Chen asked casually.

"A lot," Angel took out a cigarette and held it in the restaurant. In such a warm yellow light, a faint fragrance of dishes, and a warm restaurant, the line of defense that had been tense in his heart slowly relaxed. "I haven't counted it anyway, and it's different every time I see it."

"My dad has no other woman." Na Chen held the soup and drank it slowly.

"Is that right?" Anhe looked at him and according to Na Chen's words, his relationship with his father was not good, and he seemed to have not stayed together every day. He didn't know why Na Chen said so surely.

"Yeah," Na Chen smiled with his lips curled up, "He doesn't like me, but he loves my mother very much."

Anhe held the cigarette in his mouth and said nothing. Na Chen reached out and touched the cigarette from his cigarette box and lit it. He continued in a low voice: "I would have been fine, that's what he said."

"Do you think you took away your mother's attention to him?" Anhe asked. He did not say love. Na Chen's mother's feelings for Na Chen may be more appropriate than love.

"Probably, I don't know," Na Chen tsk, "but he is really nice to my mother, very nice. My aunt said that he committed suicide because my mother was in a bad situation at that time."

"Do you look very similar to your mother?" Anhe pinched a piece of rib. This rib was eaten by Lin Ruoxue when he was fine and recommended that the restaurant that looked like it was a bit evil.

"Well," Na Chen laughed, "My grandma often thinks I am my mother."

"Do you think if you look more like your mom, your dad would..."

"No," Na Chen frowned and took a deep breath of cigarette, "He won't like me because of this, but..."

"But he will be angry," Anhe snatched the cigarette and looked at the cigarette butts. "He usually doesn't look at you, but he will be angry at this time, maybe he will scold you, right?"

"Well, he said I can't do anything well, I can't do anything well, and I won't satisfy him no matter what I do," Na Chen smiled, with helplessness and unwillingness in his smile. "I just want to see him get angry, and I'm very happy if he gets angry."
To be continued...