Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 372 Running
Xie Fu said: "Now you know how hard it is for me to cook for you."

Seeing him come to ask for credit, Wang Wanzhi turned to look at him, and said seriously: "Thank you, I got it."

Xie Fu grabbed another piece of ginger and handed it over: "Slice the ginger into thin slices."

Wang Wanzhi was stunned for a moment, feeling that this process was a bit difficult for her, so she still started, pressing the ginger piece with one hand, and the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, just like a person who is writing with a pen for the first time.

After finally cutting off a thick piece, he said in a tone of asking for help: "Aren't you afraid that I will cut it?"

"You say Brother Fu, teach me, and I will teach you."

Wang Wanzhi pursed her lips to look at him, and came to tease her again, but said sincerely: "Teach me."

"Who taught you?"

"I don't need you anymore, I will ask Yan Yu to teach me now."

Wang Wanzhi said that he wanted to leave, but Xie Fu stopped him: "You and I are living together in the same kitchen, so Yan Yu is an eyesore?"

Hearing these words, Wang Wanzhi insisted on calling Yan Yu.

Xie Fu stopped and coaxed: "My good sister, I will teach you."

The sound of "good sister" made Wang Wanzhi's legs go limp, she wanted to leave but didn't want to, so she stood there.

Xie Fu accepted it when he saw it, and coaxed: "I will teach you, and I will teach you seriously."

The two moved to the cutting board, and Mrs. Xie stood behind Wang Wan and gently grabbed her hands.

The light touch gave Wang Wanzhi a kind of intertwined heart-to-heart bond, a little heartwarming, stable and unresistable.

Wang Wanzhi wanted to turn his head to look at him, but Xie Fu's voice rang in his ears: "Hold the handle of the knife with your hand, just like you hold a pen to write, with a gentle wrist, not like you are holding a whip to slam someone ..."

Wang Wanzhi smiled.

With a thud, the blade cut off a thin slice of ginger like a breeze, and the sound made Wang Wanzhi feel extremely wonderful.

After Xie Fulian cut a few slices, Wang Wanzhi had mastered the technique a little and said, "I'll try it myself."

The blade fell lightly and cut a piece. Although it is not as thin as Xie Fu, it is still somewhat handy, and he said with inexplicable joy: "Wonderful!"

Xie Fu said with a smile: "For new things, we are always full of interest at the beginning, but we get bored over time."

Wang Wanzhi enjoyed it, and suddenly felt Xie Fu's chest pressed against her back, and said softly, "Don't stick it so close."

"I just want to stick it so close."

When Wang Wan was embarrassed, even if she was talented and eloquent, she should not be able to speak.

"Haven't you been stuck so close by a man?"

The man's breath was hot and blew close to his ears and cheeks, Wang Wanzhi's heart jumped up like a deer, and he replied solemnly: "Of course not!"

Xie Fu asked, "What's the taste?"

Wang Wanzhi said helplessly, "Thank you Fu, please forgive me."

This quiet weak state made Xie Fu's heart flutter, and he almost couldn't hold it back, and said with a smile: "I'll go out for a while, you continue to practice."

Seeing Xie Fu walk out of the door, Wang Wanzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to fan his hot face.

Xie Fu turned his head suddenly, which startled Wang Wanzhi.

Xie Fu only cared about one sentence: "By the way, be careful, don't cut your hands."

Wang Wanzhi's heart was raised and lowered by him, and she smiled wryly in her heart, you are really capable.

The two worked together, and Xie Fu marinated the duck thoroughly.

On Wang Wanzhi's side, under Xie Fu's instructions, they prepared all kinds of condiments one by one. Only then did Wang Wanzhi realize that making a dish is so cumbersome, no less than making a painting.

There is a process that first stir-fries the seasoning until fragrant, and Wang Wanzhi volunteered.

Although he knew that Wang Wanzhi's first attack would end badly, but seeing that she was already immersed in it and had a lot of interest, he didn't kill her interest and agreed.

Anyway, it doesn't matter whether the dish is good or not in the end, the most important thing is the learning process, the process of her feeling this joy.

He wanted to see a lively Wang Wanzhi, a Wang Wanzhi full of vitality, this was his original intention.

Seeing Xie Fu watching, Wang Wanzhi actually drove Xie Fu away: "You go out and do some work first, I have never let you down before."

It was because of Xie Fu's existence that it distracted her, and she wanted to cook this first dish with the same concentration as painting.

Unable to hold her back, Xie Fu hurried out of the kitchen. In fact, he had already prepared everything that should be prepared.

After Xie Fu left, Wang Wanzhi devoted herself to it, and the scene of her mother cooking in front of the stove came to mind.

The mother is the wife of the Wang family, and these things can be left to the servants to do, but the joy and praise that the father ate the meals made by the mother, probably means the meaning of cooking by himself, and it is probably also the inseparable connection of the family.

Wang Wanzhi felt that she had become her mother, and felt the joy of being a mother.

The chimney smoke curled up in the setting sun, the fire was burning in the kitchen, and the sound of cooking in the oil pan was crackling.

The sound of smoke and gas, the ordinary daily life makes people feel ordinary and warm.

The sparks in the stove sputtered out, quietly lighting the firewood beside the stove.

Wang Wanzhi didn't notice it, but when he realized that his feet were hot, the firewood beside the stove was already burning.

Wang Wanzhi suddenly became a little flustered, copying things to extinguish the burning firewood, but instead ignited the firewood everywhere.

Seeing that there was no way to recover, he ran to the door and shouted anxiously: "Thank you, Fu!"

Xie Fu in the latrine heard the cry, ran out with his trousers up, saw thick smoke coming out of the kitchen, and was taken aback for a moment, wondering how it had turned out like this in just a while.

Seeing Wang Wanzhi standing foolishly at the door with a burning broom, he rushed over immediately, took Wang Wanzhi's hand and dragged her out of the kitchen.

Wang Wanzhi yelled loudly: "Put out the fire."

Xie Fu threw away the broom she was still holding, while dragging her away from the kitchen.

At this moment, Wang Wanzhi was anxious and panting, but she kept urging: "Hurry up and put out the fire!"

Xie Fu said in a deep voice, "Stay here and don't move around."

After speaking, the man rushed to the well in the middle of the yard, fetched water towards the wooden barrel and rushed into the kitchen.

Wang Wanzhi looked annoyed as Xie Fu rushed in and out, and suddenly fetched water to help put out the fire.

Xie Fu saw it, but had no time to take care of her.

The two continued to run back and forth like this, and they didn't know how many buckets of water they poured to put out the fire in the kitchen.

At this time, the outer wall of the kitchen had been burnt black, Wang Wanzhi was full of guilt and said: "Thank you, I'm sorry, I..."

Xie Fu saw that her face was completely black, and her white dress was also black and gray, and the sweat dripped down her dark face.

Because of her exhaustion, she panted heavily with her lips, and this breath sprinkled on Xie Fu's face, making him feel the vitality of life.

She should be like this, moved by anything, she shouldn't be dying.

"Wang Wanzhi, do you want to run again?"

Wang Wanzhi was stunned for a moment, but Xie Fu took her hand and ran out of the yard, as if fleeing the scene with bad intentions.

Wang Wanzhi had never been running so intensely before, panting, "Thank you Fu... Xie Fu... slow down."

Xie Fu stopped, looked at Wang Wanzhi, who was running with reddish face and sweating profusely, and said with a smile, "Wang Wanzhi, do you want to run again?"

The word "run" fell on Wang Wanzhi's heart, and she nodded as if her blood was pumping suddenly.

Xie Fu took her hand and continued running.

The two walked through alleys and streets, running aimlessly.

Passers-by couldn't help but stare at this strange pair of men and women.

Wang Wanzhi didn't know anything, only the sound of wind and panting in her ears, she felt her body was slowly soaked in hot sweat, and there was an indescribable unrestrainedness, as if stepping on twinkling lights and stars, wading through a slowly flowing stream and waves...

She wants to release all of herself for this, leaving traces of her life in every step of her running.

Finally she couldn't run anymore: "Xie Fu, I can't run anymore."

Xie Fu stopped and looked at her. The hot sweat on Wang Wanzhi's face was full of youthful vigor, her flying eyes had a charming and gentle aura, and the small black bridge of the nose, which had been wiped off by sweat, was dripping with sweat, embellishing her face in a freehand way. Tolerate it.

His mouth was out of breath because of running, and there was a scent of musk orchid. His white teeth and smiling lips complemented each other, and his flat chest was straight, showing the beauty, tranquility and charm of life.

This scene, this love, this person is amazing.

Wang Wanzhi looked at Xie Fu staring at him, panted and called out: "Xie Fu."

His name came out of his own mouth. At this moment, there was a special kind of intimacy, like a friend like a companion, like a relative like a partner.

Xie Fu said, "I won't let you stop."

Wang Wanzhi was stunned for a moment, and replied: "But I can't run anymore."

"I'll spank your ass if you can't run."

Wang Wanzhi glanced around. He was in the middle of the street at this time, and the two people who were in a state of distress had already attracted the attention of many people. They said angrily, "Don't make trouble!"

Although many people don't know her, she is really afraid of being recognized. After all, her identity is Miss Wang Clan.

Seeing that she didn't run away, Xie Fu actually slapped her on the ass.

Wang Wanzhi was dumbfounded, no one had ever dared to treat her like this, and could treat her like this.

"There is no flesh at all, and my hand hurts from the beating."

No matter how calm Wang Wanzhi was, he would still be distracted by him. Seeing the astonished and astonished gazes of passers-by, she warned fiercely, "Thank you, Fu!"

Xie Fu raised his hand, Wang Wanzhi hurriedly said: "Don't do anything, I'll just run."

Wang Wanzhi was running, the wind was blowing on her face, and the joy of running permeated her whole body. She was running and chasing the wind.

Xie Fu's voice floated from behind: "Wang Wanzhi, I'm so happy that I almost pee, how about you?"

Wang Wanzhi turned her head and replied loudly, "Me too."

The step on the top of the head fell off, and the long hair in a bun hung down, and the long hair flew up while running.

The long-lost giggles radiated from her, and Wang Wanzhi finally recovered her girlish youthful side.

This period of time seems to be missed, and at this time it is found to make up for it.

Suddenly she fell to the ground, Xie Fu was startled, but she stood up gracefully again, continued to run, and smiled at Xie Fu: "Come and chase me."

Xie Fu smiled: "So what if I catch you?"

"If you catch me..."

Wang Wanzhi stopped on purpose, looked at her fresh willow eyebrows like the bright crescent moon of the third year of junior high school, pursed her lips, and smiled slightly: "Guess."

Xie Fu only saw her beautiful Wanting full of vitality and flying black hair.

(End of this chapter)