Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 331 The reason for crying

A gust of cold wind passed by the small balcony, and the wind chimes hanging by the window made a crisp sound.

Sunlight squeezed into the house through the windows, leaving a bright parallelogram on the white walls.

The choking fragrance still lingered in the room, and Han Zhou looked nervously at Zhong Yin, who had red eyes in front of him.

Zhong Yin's expression was quite calm. He was not sure for a moment whether the other person's eyes were red because he cried or was smoked, but considering that the other person deliberately didn't want him to see it, it was more likely that he wanted to cry.

Thinking of this, his tone became cautious: "Sister Yin...are you crying?"

Seeing this guy sneaking up to him without saying a word, Zhong Yin felt a little annoyed in his heart, but he resisted getting angry, and at the same time resisted the urge to turn his face away again, and said impatiently: "Being smoked Yes, please pay attention later, this range hood is not very easy to use. "

If he hadn't added the last two sentences, Han Zhou might really have thought that the other person's eyes were red from the smoke, but adding them made it seem a bit too obvious.

I probably cried.

He knew it in his heart, but he didn't expose it. After all, Zhong Yin was a very strong person, and his relationship with the other party was not yet to the point where he could freely inquire into each other's thoughts. He just pretended not to see it. The reason why he came closer to check just now was, They are just worried about the other party's condition.

However, he was still somewhat curious about why Zhong Yin was crying. Could it be that he was emotionally moved by the scene and thought of his deceased mother while cooking?

Thinking of what his senior said not long ago, he felt that it was not impossible.

Unexpectedly, Sister Yin looked cold, but deep down she was quite sentimental...

Various thoughts flashed by, and Han Zhou pretended not to notice anything and replied: "I know, I will pay attention."

Zhong Yin suspected that he might have noticed that she had cried, but still pretended to be calm and said: "Well, you can go ahead."

Seeing that the other party was standing motionless, with no intention of leaving, Han Zhou asked tentatively: "Sister Yin, can't you go out?"

"What, are you afraid that I'll secretly learn how to cook with you?" Zhong Yin glanced at him sideways.

"What I mean is, why don't you go out and rest for a while? I heard from my senior sister that you have been busy early in the morning."

Not knowing what he thought of, Zhong Yin was silent for a moment and put on the apron he had just taken off again: "No, I'll stay here to help you."

This made Han Zhou, who wanted to ask if he could lend him the apron, stunned for a moment.

Zhong Yin was already walking to the kitchen. When Han Zhou wasn't paying attention, he quickly rubbed his eyes and urged: "What are you doing standing still? Do it quickly, or do you think I can't help?"

"No, no, I'll be right away."

Han Zhou first went out to borrow an apron from Zhong Ling, and then came to the kitchen.

The kitchen was not big, so it was a bit crowded for two people to stand in it, but fortunately it did not affect their movements. Zhong Yin stood by the sink and took the initiative to take on the task of washing and chopping vegetables, while Han Zhou was responsible for seasoning and cooking.

All of a sudden, the sound of the kitchen knife hitting the cutting board and the clattering of bowls and chopsticks could be heard. The two of them were doing the preparations for cooking in an orderly manner.

Perhaps feeling a little bored, Zhong Yin lowered his head to chop vegetables and took the initiative to chat: "How was your visit to the zoo last week?"

Han Zhou was stunned: "Didn't Senior Sister tell you?"

A week has passed, and it is impossible for Zhong Yin, who is a fan of caring for girls, not to have learned about what happened last Sunday from Zhong Ling.

"Xiao Ling is Xiao Ling, I'm asking about you." Zhong Yin glanced at him.

"I?"

Although he was a little surprised, Han Zhou thought about it seriously and replied, "Fortunately, I'm quite happy, if it hadn't rained heavily later."

"Yeah."

Zhong Yin put the chopped vegetables on the plate, cleaned the kitchen knife, and started chopping ginger and garlic again. He hesitated for a while and asked, "Xiao Ling didn't cause you any trouble, did she?"

"Of course not." Han Zhou smiled.

"That's good."

Zhong Yin stopped talking, and the kitchen became quiet, leaving only the sound of chopping vegetables.

Han Zhou put the prepared sauce aside for later use, and was about to heat the pot when he heard Zhong Yin suddenly ask: "I heard Gu Zheng said your cooking skills are very good?"

"That's pretty good." Han Zhou said with a smile, "Did that guy say something later that she just doesn't want to practice, otherwise the cooking will definitely taste better than mine?"

"You really know her."

After a pause, Zhong Yin said in an emotionless tone, "But she doesn't seem to understand you very well."

Han Zhou was stunned.

"Last week you went to the zoo with Xiaoling Yixia, but you didn't mention Yixia to Gu Zheng. Instead, you used Xiaoling as a cover, right?"

Zhong Yin looked over at some point, his red eyes filled with coldness and questioning, and the kitchen knife in his hand had a cold sheen, looking a little scary.

"I..." Han Zhou hesitated.

"really."

Zhong Yin knew that he had guessed correctly as soon as he looked at him, and said coldly, "You have been lying to Gu Zheng."

Facing the other party's increasingly cold gaze, Han Zhou took a deep breath and said calmly: "I admit that I deceived Gu Zheng, but I didn't mean to use my senior sister as a cover."

"I know, otherwise you wouldn't be able to walk into the store today."

Of course Zhong Yin understood that Han Zhou had no intention of taking advantage of Xiaoling. She was the one who begged him to take her sister to the zoo, otherwise the two would not go out together at all.

But even so, the fact that the other party deceived Gu Zheng cannot be changed, and deliberately concealing a person of the opposite sex in an operation, such deception is enough to explain a lot of problems.

She was right from the beginning, this guy was indeed not a good person.

Han Zhou was wary of the kitchen knife in Zhong Yin's hand and carefully probed: "Then since you allow me to enter the store, does that mean..."

"Today is Gu Zheng's birthday. I just don't want her to be unhappy, and I don't want to make Xiao Ling unhappy either." Zhong Yin interrupted him.

"What about me?" Han Zhou asked shamelessly.

"I don't care if you are happy or not."

Zhong Yin sneered, slammed the kitchen knife on the cutting board, and chopped off the chicken head.

Although he said so, Han Zhou knew in his heart that the reason why Zhong Yin did not expose himself to Gu Zheng or draw a clear line with himself must have considered his life and death. Otherwise, whether it was for Gu Zheng or Zhong Ling, Exposing him is the best option.

After all, you can cut through the mess with a sharp knife.

Han Zhou glanced at the chicken heads rolling on the cutting board and felt lingering fear.

He didn't intend to quibble and asked straight to the point: "So what do you want?"

"What can I do?" Zhong Yin said coldly, "I told you, today is Gu Zheng's birthday, and I won't make her unhappy. Also, don't get me wrong, you should have asked Xiao Ling to keep some things secret for you, right? , she didn’t tell me anything, I guessed that you cheated on Gu Zheng from what happened last week.”

Without even looking at Han Zhou, she cut the chicken into pieces "tuk-tuk-duk", as if she wanted to vent her anger.

This kind of anger comes from the intertwining of many emotions, and she can't pinpoint the specific emotions.

"We'll discuss your matter after today." After a long silence, she seemed to have calmed down and said, "Let's cook first."

"it is good."

Han Zhou nodded and agreed to both things.

Maybe Gu Zheng is the only one in the world who doesn't know that I am a scumbag... He laughed at himself, then calmed down and concentrated on cooking.

The two of them had their own thoughts, but they continued to perform their duties, and a tempting aroma soon wafted in the kitchen.

The chicken that had just come out of the pot was still steaming, and the rich aroma kept reaching people's noses. Zhong Yin picked up the chopsticks and tasted it. Although he didn't want to admit it, he still praised it coldly.

"My cooking skills are really good."

She carefully covered the vegetables and handed the sliced ​​pork belly to Han Zhou, "It's a pity that people are not... too carefree."

She originally wanted to say that Han Zhou was not good, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that besides being a philanderer, there was nothing wrong with this guy's character, so she changed her mind.

Han Zhou lay down and laughed, pretending not to hear, took the pork belly and poured it into the freshly washed pot.

Zhong Yin kept staring at him, and his cold eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable. If he remembered correctly, he had this look when he was cutting meat, so he had to change the topic: "I just heard from my senior sister, you guys My mother’s cooking is very delicious.”

Zhong Yin was stunned. Although it was clear that this guy was changing the subject, he still couldn't help but ask: "What else did Xiaoling say?"

"He also said that your mother has a special dish that won your father's heart with this dish. You have been learning it recently and want to cook this dish for everyone today."

Zhong Yin glanced at the trash can in the kitchen calmly, his expression dimmed a little: "Is there any more?"

"She also said she believed you would..."

Han Zhou wanted to say something nice as much as possible, but the corner of his eye suddenly glanced at Zhong Yin's nervous face. He suddenly realized something and changed his words, "No, the senior also said that this dish is a bit difficult. You guys I have only learned a little bit. If your cooking is not delicious, let us not care, but how can we care. "

Zhong Yin didn't speak, and he didn't know if he heard it.

In fact, as soon as Han Zhou entered the kitchen, he saw the dishes in poor quality in the trash can. He originally thought they were leftovers, but looking at the other party's current appearance, he thought it must be a dish that failed to be made.

He stir-fried the pork belly in the pot, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Sister Yin..."

"Sister Yin?"

"Sister Yin!"

"What are you doing!"

Zhong Yin was startled by the sudden increase in volume, then came to his senses and looked at Han Zhou with an unhappy expression.

Han Zhou moved into the kitchen, keeping a certain distance from her, and then asked cautiously: "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask... Could it be that you cried because you failed in cooking, right?"

Zhong Yin's expression froze, and his hand holding the kitchen knife suddenly tightened.

However, to Han Zhou's surprise, the other party did not get angry because he was exposed, nor did he try his best to explain that he was not crying. He just looked at him expressionlessly, and his tone could not detect any emotion or anger.

"You can see it."

"I just saw it." Han Zhou nodded.

Zhong Yin did not answer, but looked at the pork belly in the pot and asked, "Aren't you ready to take it out of the pot?"

"There's no rush, you'll have to wait for about a minute and a half."

Half a minute later, Han Zhou put the dishes on the plate, motioned to Zhong Yin to taste it, and warned, "Be careful not to burn it."

Zhong Yin picked up a piece of pork belly and put it into his mouth. He was lost for a moment, put down his chopsticks, and then said after a while: "You are really just like my mother."

"What?" Han Zhou didn't know why.

Zhong Yin seemed a little lonely: "Are all people with good cooking skills like this? They can easily distinguish the heat, taste and timing of cooking. No matter what they cook, they will be delicious."

Han Zhou understood. Zhong Yin meant that he and the other party's mother had the same cooking skills.

He explained with a wry smile: "What you are talking about is the key to delicious cooking. Just like making pastries, practice makes perfect."

Zhong Yin stared at him for a while, seeming to be thinking about the difference in cooking skills between the two: "But I have practiced many times, but I can't make it taste like my mother."

I can't taste like my mother... Is this why I cried when I co-wrote it?
Han Zhou felt strange in his heart. He took a quick look and said with a smile, "Sister Yin, you should also know that many beautiful things will become better the longer they remain in the memory, including the taste."

Memory is a magical thing. It can make good things better and bad things worse.

Especially when I grow up, sometimes when I recall a pack of chili strips from my childhood, I feel it was extremely delicious. However, when I buy a pack of the same chili strips, I realize that the taste is quite mediocre and not at all what I remember.

Is it because the spicy strips have become unpalatable over the years?
No, it's just that the taste in memory has been fermented more beautifully by time.

Han Zhou had eaten the food cooked by Zhong Yin, and he was not a bad cook. He meant that there was no need to doubt his own cooking skills.

Zhong Yin was silent for a moment: "I understand what you mean, but it has nothing to do with feelings. I just can't be like my mother."

Han Zhou hesitated for a moment: "Even if you can't replicate your mother's cooking skills, there's no need for you to cry, right?"

"Not just because of this."

Zhong Yin shook his head, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did Xiaoling tell you that I used to like racing?"

"Said."

"She really tells you everything."

Zhong Yin looked helpless and said, "Actually, my mother wanted to teach me how to cook this dish as early as that time, but I usually had to go to work and was addicted to racing in my free time, so I never studied hard. Later I thought I don’t have a chance when I’m studying.”

At the end of the sentence, a trace of regret flashed in her eyes.

The death of her parents was also a heavy blow to her. She has since given up her former hobby. She often thinks of this dish she has not learned yet, and relies on memories to piece it together, but she cannot restore the taste in her memory.

Not only her, Xiaoling also often mentioned this dish, and said more than once that she wanted to taste her mother's taste again. As a sister, she promised to reproduce this dish, but until today, she has not success.

Not only did she not succeed, but because she was too nervous, she just made a dish that was a complete failure. She planned to go out and say sorry to Xiaoling, but as soon as she walked to the door, she heard Han Zhou confidently say something like "Sister Yin." It will definitely be delicious." He immediately realized that the little bell outside the door must be full of expectations for him, and he was probably already praising himself to others.

At that moment, she had already grabbed the door handle and instantly lost the courage to open the door.

Thinking of the food that had been dumped into the trash can, her parents who had passed away, her future birthdays where her parents would no longer be with her, and her disappointed sister, the emotions she had accumulated over the years collapsed instantly, and she covered her mouth and let herself cry.

However, after crying, she felt ridiculous that her tears were too cheap. She was so pretentious that she could cry while cooking, but she had to let Han Zhou in.

So embarrassing.

What's even more embarrassing is that this guy noticed that he was crying.

However, as a sister and as Xiaoling's spiritual support, many of her worries cannot be known to Xiaoling. Finding someone to confide in occasionally does not seem to be as difficult to accept as previously thought.

I don't expect this guy to dare to go out and talk nonsense.

(End of this chapter)