As soon as he entered, he was stunned. The chopped vegetables were placed in a mess on the chopping board, and a lot of them fell off the chopping board and the floor. The two casseroles that were being cooked on the stove were filled with rice and water.

"You..." Cheng Boyan couldn't even say anything.

"I'll clean up later," Xiang Xi pushed him out of the kitchen, "I'll ask you about MSG, you don't have to come in."

"Don't pick up the ones on the ground and eat them!" Cheng Boyan explained in pain, "You can't ask for those who drop the chopping board! The stove..."

"I understand, don't want anything except the chopping board." Xiang Xi closed the kitchen door.

Cheng Boyan sat on the sofa in the living room and stared at the TV. Xiang Xi continued to toss in the kitchen, but now it seems that he has passed the stage of cutting vegetables and the side dishes are as if he is going to be demolished.

He recalled that when he first entered the kitchen, he seemed to smell the scent of the rice, and he felt that it should be better than the last charcoal-roasted egg.

After almost half an hour, Cheng Boyan wanted to snatch the crack in the door and peeked at it. Xiang Xi finally opened the kitchen door and poked his head out: "I'm ready to eat."

"Okay." Cheng Boyan was already a little hungry and stood up immediately.

"Sit on the table and wait." Xiang Xi said.

The scene in the kitchen that was like being robbed was swinging by Cheng Boyan's eyes. He hesitated for a moment, squeezed some disinfectant and rubbed his hands slowly, and sat next to the table.

A casserole came out from Xiangxi. The true color was almost impossible to see. There was a circle of black around him. He put it in front of Cheng Boyan with a mat: "Try it."

"Where is yours?" Cheng Boyan picked up the chopsticks.

"This is here, we have the same ingredients, but I..." Xiang Xi walked into the kitchen and took out a casserole. But the difference was that the pot was not supported with a mat, and there was a large stainless steel bowl under the pot.

"What's this?" Cheng Boyan was stunned.

"Where did you buy this casserole?" Xiang Xi sat down and opened the lid of his casserole.

"Supermarket," Cheng Boyan looked at the casserole in front of Xiang Xi, "What's wrong?"

"The quality is not good, not as good as in the vegetable market," Xiang Xi tsk twice, "Take it off the fire and pour the toppings upwards, click! The old man broke it, scared me, thinking that I had smashed your high-end chopping board, but fortunately there was rice stuck inside and it didn't fall apart, so I put it on a bowl."

Cheng Boyan didn't say anything.

"It's still okay to eat." Xiang Xi said, taking down the bowl that was put outside, quickly pouring the braised soup leaked from the pot into the pot, and quickly putting the bowl back on the bottom of the pot: "It's just a waste of a casserole..."

"Ouch!" Cheng Boyan shouted, unable to describe his feelings, "You really... I'm convinced you."

"Eat yours, you care about me. I didn't do that bowl like this," Xiang Xi mixed rice with chopsticks. "There is no way, Xiang Xi is specialized in treating cleanliness."

Cheng Boyan didn't watch him anymore, turned around and watched TV while eating, but after eating for a few bites, he didn't forget to praise Xiang Xi's skills: "It's delicious, much better than the last time I made it."

"You are so easy to support," Xiang Xi sighed, "If you want to let customers eat this thing in the store, you will probably smash the store."

The rice was a bit dry, and it was probably too much water. There was still water in the dry, but the sausage was steamed, but it was covered with toppings and it became salty.

I don’t know what the ingredients of the topping soup are. I guess it is oyster sauce mixed with water, and some minced ginger is added to it.

To be honest, the meal is still hard to describe, but it can be seen that Xiang Xi is very attentive.

"It's really better than last time," Cheng Boyan took another serious bite, "it's obvious that he was a casserole rice apprentice."

Cheng Boyan originally wanted to finish the rice, but failed. The bottom of the pot was muddy and it could be two centimeters thick. It was difficult for Xiangxi's pot of braised soup to leak out of the rice of this thickness through the cracks.

"I have to throw this pot." Xiang Xi finished eating and wiped his mouth.

"Well," Cheng Boyan glanced at him, "This pot can be thrown away, it's hard to wash."

Xiang Xi took a tissue from the side and wiped it twice, rubbing the oil on his hands.

"Look at you, you threw away all the bowls when I was cooking and washing dishes..." Xiang Xi laughed.

Cheng Boyan didn't look at Xiang Xi when he was having a meal because the cleansing treatment expert kept pouring the leaked soup back into the pot, and he couldn't stand it.

When he looked at Xiang Xi's smiling face, he suddenly saw a small red dot under the band-aid in the corner of his eyes.

"What's wrong with your face?" Cheng Boyan leaned over to take a look.

"Face?" Xiang Xi touched his face, and his fingers touched the red dot, and immediately grinned and sniffed: "Hey, this, when I used the ginger to make the pot, the oil splashed."

"Why didn't you say it just now? Does it hurt?" Cheng Boyan walked up to him, pinched his chin and pulled it aside: "Let me see."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt too much, it's a bit hot," Xiang Xi said, "Just apply some soy sauce."

"What kind of soy sauce or potato chips are all nonsense," Cheng Boyan frowned, "Is this splashed oil or splashed oil? Such a big bubble..."

"What should I do?" Xiang Xi said, a little nervous again, "Will it be distorted?"

"Who knows," Cheng Boyan said seriously, "maybe there will be a big scar... Ouch, then there are more things on your face that you need to cover with a bandaid. Or use an eye mask instead. I have one there, and I will dig two holes on it..."

"Is there a doctor like you?" Xiang Xi shouted.

Cheng Boyan took out a small medicine box and found a small bottle of scalding ointment from it: "Eliminate it and apply some of this, it won't leave scars, it's going to be so anxious."

"Is it because I'm in a hurry because I'm scarred?" Xiang Xi sat on the chair, honestly waiting for Cheng Boyan to deal with him, "I'm in a hurry because you're hurting."

Cheng Boyan smiled, took a bottle of saline, dipped a cotton swab and applied it to his small bubble.

"Oh," Xiang Xi frowned, narrowing his eyes, "The hands that play with bones are different, they make such a big force..."

Cheng Boyan looked at him without saying anything.

Xiang Xi raised his face. They were very close now. Their breathing was rushing at each other in a short distance. He could even see the faint fuzz on Xiang Xi's delicate skin.

Very beautiful.

Xiang Xi is the kind that is only as handsome as the first sight, but it is quite attractive when you look at it carefully.

Such distance and such duration.

Cheng Boyan suddenly realized that Xiang Xi was really good-looking.

It was also a little embarrassed suddenly.

In this position, he felt like he could kiss him as soon as he lowered his head.
Chapter completed!