A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

Chapter 36 Casserole is so delicious

Song Zhiyu urged: "Why are you still standing there, why don't you hurry up and chase?"

Seeing Zhou Cheng's people rushing out like an arrow from the string, Song Zhiyu was not in a hurry, and followed behind unhurriedly. When Zhou Cheng ran back with the pig and the two met, they completed the elementary school math class. A perfect catch-up question.

The two took the stubborn black pig back to the pigsty, and when they inspected it, they found a hole in the pen that had been bitten by its mouth over time.However, the other pigs in the pigsty seemed to turn a blind eye to this, and were still waiting leisurely for the arrival of the next wave of pig feed.

Song Zhiyu sighed, "It's a pity for this beast not to be a human being."

Zhou Cheng said, "Then why don't we take it back and raise it?"

Song Zhiyu gave Zhou Cheng a blank look, and ignored him.

The holiday passed quickly, and Grandma Song cooked them a hearty meal before leaving.In particular, the pork and seaweed soup stewed in a casserole in the center of the round table is full of fragrance, and there is a layer of golden oil floating on the milky white soup.The dark green kelp and white flesh are looming.

Zhou Cheng swung his chopsticks at it many times, and even drank several bowls of soup.

"I also heard that this pork knuckle kelp soup has a very sour name, it's called my hand that goes through your black hair, hahaha it's very interesting. These days I always see Chengcheng running to the pigsty every now and then, I guess you may be thinking about Xiao Hei, so you specially asked someone to kill him. Tell me, is the pork raised at home more fragrant than the outside?" Grandma Song asked Zhou Cheng kindly.

"Grandma, you are such a poet." Song Zhiyu boasted from the side.

Zhou Cheng felt that his right hand holding the chopsticks lost strength, and the two wooden chopsticks rolled off the table with a gurgle.The rhubarb under the table had never seen the world before, so he thought it was a cat teaser, scooped up his paw, and licked it rightly.

"Smell... really fragrant..." Zhou Cheng wanted to cry but had no tears.

The friendship between Zhou Cheng and a pig ended with one of them being killed.

When going back to take the bus, Song Zhiyu honorably got motion sickness again according to international practice.However, in view of the subtle changes in the relationship between the two, Song Zhiyu rubbed into Zhou Cheng's arms openly, and Zhou Cheng was flattered by this.

Song Zhiyu, who was boiled in his head, actually didn't know what he was doing subconsciously. When he opened his eyes slightly, he suddenly found a three or four-year-old girl in the front seat staring innocently at him with bean-sized eyes.

"Look, mom, these two brothers are hugging each other." The girl said in a childish voice, while she was talking, she used her little hand to pull her mother around to look back.

Song Zhiyu used his remaining strength to push Zhou Cheng back, allowing himself to sit upright on the seat.

"What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?" Zhou Cheng also fell into a hazy sleep.

Song Zhiyu didn't speak, but blinked, and gestured to Zhou Cheng for the little girl who was staring at the two of them intently.And then gave the most flamboyant acting of his life in front of the girl and the girl's mother, and there was a pure manly hug.

"Ah, my good brother! It's been a long time since we met, come on, buddy, give me a hug!" Song Zhiyu gave Zhou Cheng a bear hug that was caught off guard, and when he spoke, he bit the word "brother" very hard.

"Come, come, let's go!" Zhou Cheng hurriedly cooperated.

"Come on, everyone has turned their heads back." The little girl and her mother had turned their heads a long time ago, but they turned their heads with eyes that looked crazy.

For the next three hours, both of them obediently maintained the standard sitting posture of elementary school students with their hands on their knees.

……

"If Guo Nanxing and the others find out about this, believe it or not, they will be able to circle around the two of us. While circling around, they will make 'ooooohoo' booing noises." Walking on the road, Song Zhiyu said to Zhou Cheng said, "So this matter, when you arrive at school, you must not tell others!"

Zhou Cheng imagined the scene and nodded.

"In case you can't control yourself, we'd better not walk together. Oh yes, it's okay, we won't be in the same class when school starts..." Song Zhiyu said casually.

"Didn't you say that falling in love is falling in love, and brothers are brothers. After falling in love, we are still brothers. Now that we are better, we can't even see each other. Why don't your words count?" Zhou Cheng felt aggrieved.

"Wait, what do you mean not in the same class?" Zhou Cheng was suddenly alert.

"Hahaha, literally. Let's not talk about this, this is not important. Are you hungry, can I treat you to dinner? You can choose what to eat." Song Zhiyu dragged Zhou Cheng forward pretending not to care.

"What did you choose?" Zhou Cheng remained motionless.

Song Zhiyu also stopped, chatting with him patiently: "Materialization. But you listen to me, the important thing is not what I choose, but what you really like. And you are not tired of panic when you are together every day. In the future , huh? Then what should I do?"

Zhou Cheng shook his head: "I will never get tired of being with you, I will never get tired of it in my life."

Song Zhiyu was taken aback for a moment, and then scolded: "Get out, are you a pure boy? Why do you always say such nonsense that makes people get goosebumps?"

Zhou Cheng asked back: "Aren't you?"

Song Zhiyu was stopped by the question, bowed his head and replied, "It seems...me too."

Later on the road, Zhou Cheng never took the initiative to talk to Song Zhiyu again. At first, Song Zhiyu thought it was his death that made him unhappy, but then he couldn't hold his breath anymore.He scratched his hair a little anxiously, and said, "Don't be angry, so what is it that you are willing to give up? Do you have to give me a kiss?"

"Yes." Zhou Cheng said something quickly, Song Zhiyu almost didn't catch it.

"Hey, you're really not polite at all." Song Zhiyu looked around and found that the passers-by were in a hurry, so he bit the bullet and quickly kissed Zhou Cheng on the cheek.The corners of Zhou Cheng's mouth curved upwards and downwards several times, but in the end he tried his best to keep a straight face, pretending to be an iceberg handsome man.

Isn't there such a similar sentence?There is nothing in this world that cannot be solved by one kiss, if there is, then two.Song Zhiyu showed off his old face tonight, grabbed Zhou Cheng's shoulder, and quickly touched his other cheek.

"Not enough, I need the middle one." Zhou Cheng couldn't hold back, covered his mouth and started laughing, his eyes were bent into something.

"Go ahead, get out!" Song Zhiyu became furious, walked around behind Zhou Cheng and kicked him hard.

Zhou Cheng changed the topic in time: "I want to eat the casserole across from the school."

Song Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief: "If I had said so earlier, it would have been over."

……

Since it was still a holiday, the flow of people around the school was much less than in the past.It is already ten o'clock at night, and many shops have already closed their doors early. From the cracks in the wooden doors, you can still see the light from the TV screen and the crisp sound of beer bottles colliding.

Fortunately, the casserole shop that Zhou Cheng was going to was not closed yet.

Usually at noon or after school, the small dilapidated shop is always crowded with students from the No. [-] Middle School opposite, but now, apart from Zhou Cheng and Song Zhiyu, there is only one bald office worker in a white shirt left.Eating casserole in summer, he was sweating from eating it.

There is a red menu posted on one wall of the room. Because the store has been open for a long time, it has been stained with a lot of oily smoke, but the place where the words are left has been wiped clean by the store.Zhou Cheng stood hesitantly in front of the red menu.

"Braised Beef Casserole

Braised Large Intestine Casserole

Braised Beef Tendon Casserole

Three Fresh Casserole

......"

"I want to eat, what should I do?" Zhou Cheng was so entangled in his heart, he asked Song Zhiyu beside him: "What do you eat?"

Song Zhiyu shook his head and said, "I don't have much appetite, just order one." After speaking, he found a place to nest in the corner of the shop.

Zhou Cheng hesitated for a while, and said to the shopkeeper, "Boss, I need two spoons for a three-flavor casserole."

The boss asked: "Ah, spicy food?"

Zhou Cheng glanced back at Song Zhiyu, and said, "Eat, but only a little less."

Seeing Zhou Cheng's pettiness, the boss said a little unhappy, "I see. A boy is still so unhappy after eating chili..."

Zhou Cheng knew that Song Zhiyu liked spicy food, and for some shady reason, he would often bring him some spicy snacks when he was in school, not to mention the spicy wontons, what kind of spicy dried tofu? Pickled peppers and chicken feet... everything.

But later he knew that Song Zhiyu had a bad throat and he couldn't eat too much spicy food, so he immediately changed his face. Not only did he lose the pug-like vigor of the past, but what was too much was that the dog's nose was used to smell Song Zhiyu's body. , If there is, he hangs his head all day long, as if someone owes him 100 million.

Song Zhiyu complained that life was boring, being a human being was boring, and the food in his mouth could fade like a bird, so he allowed a small spoonful of chili oil, and the kind with chili seeds was not allowed.

Song Zhiyu said: "It's really boring to live like you. When you are young, you don't enjoy anything. When you are old, it will be too late to think about it."

Zhou Cheng was unmoved: "I think you never thought about getting old at all."

Song Zhiyu curled his lips: "If I hadn't thought about it, I wouldn't have agreed to run with you every morning these days."

Summer, holidays, morning jogging, life is worse than death, Song Zhiyu still feels pain in breathing when he thinks about it now.However, he had to admit that after having a regular schedule and exercise under Zhou Cheng's coercion, he did seem to be a little bit healthier.

During the conversation between the two, a hot pot of casserole was brought up.The casserole has black lines after being burned. There are many dishes in it. Beef, shredded cabbage, sliced ​​cabbage, quail eggs, ham sausage and vermicelli are spread all over the pot, and there is a danger of overflowing at any time. Two small spoons Standing helpless in the soup, motionless and impregnable.

Zhou Cheng handed one of the spoons to Song Zhiyu and said, "Eat some if you don't have an appetite. I put chili, you should like it."

Song Zhiyu looked at a handful of peppers placed in the middle of the casserole, and he muttered: "Master Bayi is for coins, Zhou Cheng is for small peppers. Old Zhou, why don't you kill them?"

Zhou Cheng gritted his teeth and said harshly: "Eat it quickly, if you don't eat it, I'll take the last handful of peppers away too!"

The author has something to say:

As I wrote, my aunt smiled.