I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 619 Even without abdominal muscles can make you cry!
Get your brother wet.
Su Shao looked at Song Yan's white coat covered with brown-yellow soup, she laughed unconscionably, while laughing, she took two pieces of paper from the drawer on the table, and wiped them for him in a hurry.

"I'm sorry! I really didn't expect this pigeon soup to be so salty. The food blogger said to add two spoons of salt and four spoons of sugar. I did as she said, and I also added a lot of spices to melt the flavor."

Song Yan, "Did you put four spoonfuls of sugar?"

"Yes! After putting it away, I felt that it was not enough, so I added another spoonful."

"When you went to buy pigeon meat in the morning, did you also buy a bag of white sugar?"

Su Shao, who has always had a good memory, shook his head decisively.

Song Yan pulled the corner of his lips helplessly, "Bao, the white sugar at home is used up, and I haven't had time to buy it again."

so?
Su Shao blinked a few times, and had to tell the truth, "I put a total of seven spoons of salt, and a bunch of spices?"

She stared at the small thermos on the table, a little speechless.

Song Yan nodded, and when she affirmed her well-founded analysis, she still didn't forget to make up the knife lightly, "It's really the first time I see someone who can't tell the difference between sugar and salt."

Su Shao, "."

She felt her intelligence was insulted.

"But that food blogger didn't teach how to distinguish between sugar and salt?"

Can this be her fault?
Of course not!

Song Yan looked at the little girl who was angry but still acted righteously. He rubbed the center of his brows and laughed, "Big brother will teach you when you cook next time?"

Su Shao accepted it with a look of reluctance, "It's not too bad."

Her depressed mood gradually improved, and she looked at Song Yan and asked urgently, "But brother, why do you know how to cook? And it's super delicious?"

Think braised duck in soy sauce, shredded pork in Peking sauce, vermicelli prawns in garlic sauce, and braised short ribs.
All delicious!

This good cooking skill is definitely worthy of the "Best Boyfriend Award."

Song Yan, "When I was in high school, I was addicted to video games and my dad always kicked me out of the house. Although I had keys to other houses, I was young at that time and couldn't cook. I was afraid that I would starve to death, so I fumbled and slowly learned how to cook. .”

It turns out that there is a bitter story hidden behind the cultivation of good cooking skills.

"The uncle is in the body now, uh"

Su Shao knew that Song Yan's mother had committed suicide by jumping off a building, but she didn't know much about his father's matter, and she almost never heard Song Yan mention it.

"Alive." Song Yan knew what Su Shao wanted to ask. He had no reservations, but his tone was much calmer than before. "From my mother's death to the time I went to MSF, there was almost no communication between us. Even when we make a phone call sometimes, we end up unhappy."

Su Shao said that the feeling of not appearing in her heart was quite depressing anyway, she felt that Song Yan was very pitiful, maybe the indifference that rejected others in the past was not born with him, but because he had been experiencing his father's pain since he was a child. Cold and violent, not understood, not blessed, his inner pursuit and desire for self-life continued to diminish until he died.

This "death" does not refer to the body, but to emotions and beliefs.

Some people are cured by childhood all their lives, and some people spend their whole lives to heal their childhood.

Song Yan, obviously the latter.

Childhood misfortune, coupled with mother's suicide, I am really thankful that my heart did not collapse.

Su Shao didn't know much about the relationship between Song Yan and his father, but from what Song Yan said just now, it shouldn't be difficult to judge that the relationship between the two could be described as "terrible".

Even so, Su Shao also hopes that the relationship between Song Yan and his father will heal slowly.In fact, he is happier than her, at least he still has family members in this world, and he is still bound by blood, so he is not alone.

Su Shao took a deep breath, raised her head and grinned at Song Yan with a dazzling smile.

"Uncle's personality must be very similar to yours. He is not good at expressing words, but his caring feelings and heart for you must never change."

Song Yan didn't speak, making people wonder what he was thinking.

Su Shao was afraid that Song Yan would think of something unhappy again, so she quickly changed the conversation and reached out to pull Song Yan's white coat, "Brother, your clothes are all dirty by me, quickly take them off and change into clean ones. I take the dirty clothes home and put them in the washing machine for a while to wash them.”

Song Yan lowered his head and looked at the soup stains on his clothes, "I really need to change them, but I'm a bit reluctant to wash them."

Under Su Shao's stunned expression, Song Yan continued, "After all, it was the child's first time cooking that caused the trouble."

He unbuttoned the buttons with his fingers, and his tone was serious, not like joking, "Keep the clothes, don't wash them. It's also a tasteful memory!"

So salty memories.

Su Shao took the coat that was soiled by her, her eyes showed disappointment, and she whispered, "I thought about dirtying this white coat before, but I didn't expect it to be soiled like this in the end."

When she first met him, when she came to his office and looked at that tall and cold figure, she felt a strong sense of distance, he was too far away from her.

But now, he was standing in front of her, his heart and eyes were all about her.Reluctant to bear her pain, she cried.

That indifferent and aloof person finally became her sweetheart.

"The shirt inside is also wet and needs to be replaced." Song Yan unbuttoned it, "Help me get a clean shirt."

The gauze curtain was drawn, and it was impossible to see the inside of the room clearly from the outside.

Song Yan didn't go to the bathroom, he was ready to change in the room.

Su Shao didn't find it strange either, after all, which part of his body hadn't she seen before?

Su Shao took a clean black loose shirt from the closet, she didn't give it to Song Yan directly, but walked to him.

"Let me change it for you. Be careful that the newly scabbed wound on your back will open again."

Song Yan did not refuse.

He unbuttoned half of it, revealing his fair and delicate chest.

This is definitely a quiet seduction.

Su Shao swallowed without hesitation, and kicked away all the unscrupulous thoughts in his head.

It's all Nan Yixi's fault. Recently, she shared too many colorful novels in the office.

Su Shao's fingers lightly landed on Song Yan's fourth button. Behind the button was a firm abdominal muscle.

The shape is not as exaggerated as a gym trainer.The lines are smooth, giving people a strong sense of security, and it feels good to the touch.

touch?
Su Shao moved his fingers, it was not a hard button, but a delicate and slightly hard touch.

She just started groping Song Yan uncontrollably and unable to extricate herself?
Could it be that he hasn't touched meat for too long, that this body is too eager, and even more honest?

What should I do, she really doesn't want to just stop so carelessly!

As the fingertips went down more and more, Su Shao's heart was pounding, as if a ball of fire had been stuffed in her throat, her skin was burning hot and blushing.

When the finger slid across the navel, and rolled down an inch, Su Shao's wrist was suddenly clasped tightly, restraining her so that she could not move.

Neither advancing nor retreating.Just like that, he stayed in place awkwardly.

"Hey, I can't do it here. I'll touch it when I get home tonight, huh?" Song Yan dragged his tone, pressed Su Shao's wrist, and discussed with her with a half-smile.

It looked like a discussion, but it was actually a joke.I think her skin is not thin enough, and her shy body is not red enough.

"Who doesn't want to touch it?" Su Shao held on to the last bit of stubbornness in her heart, and she defended, "It's because you have been injured recently and you don't exercise often, so the abdominal muscles are gone."

Song Yan obviously didn't believe her nonsense.

He clasped her hand, gently pulled her forward, and pulled her into his arms.

In front of Su Shao's eyes, a cold whiteness suddenly came in.

She glanced down, and she could vaguely see the left and right little red dots on the cold white
Before she could recover, the warm breath on her neck pushed her up to the clouds again.

Su Shao's neck was extremely sensitive, and she could tremble all over after being blown one breath, let alone accept all the breaths of Song Yan's words now.

It was crispy and numb, like an electric shock.

She felt that her body was light and light, like a piece of driftwood. She didn't know when she would be drowned by waves of waves.

However, the man's clear voice patted her earlobe, and what he said made Su Shao's heartstrings tense, and his imagination ran wild.

He pursed his lips and said slowly, "If you don't have abdominal muscles, it can make you cry as well."

make her cry?
Crying and begging!
Su Shao licked her dry lips with the tip of her tongue, she lowered her head, and gently scratched and caressed her thin waist with her nails, and secretly lit a fire.

"It's been a long time. I haven't cried."

After finishing speaking, she buried her head even heavier, just like a newborn baby ostrich.

"Kacha—" The doorknob was twisted open from the outside.

"Doctor Song, the 4-bed patient is feeling a little uncomfortable, can you trouble me—" A boy who was new to the emergency department for an internship broke in.

He looked at the "entangled" men and women in the room with disheveled clothes, paused for a few seconds, and said sharply, "Forget it, don't bother!"

The door was closed again.

Su Shao's hand hooking Song Yan's trouser waist did not have time to withdraw.

She stared at the door for half a minute, then turned around with difficulty, and asked Song Yan tentatively, "Brother, is your Gaolingzhihua's character design about to collapse?"

Song Yan doesn't know much about online vocabulary such as "Flower of Gaoling" and "Collapse", and he doesn't care about understanding it now.

"You can play here for a while, I'll change my clothes and go check on the patient first."

Su Shao didn't want to delay his work, and urged him to wave his hands, "Go quickly, don't worry about me."

At this time, the "adultery" has just been broken, if the two of them are still together, they will definitely be surrounded by people secretly watching.

Song Yan changed his shirt, put on his white coat neatly, and headed towards the ward.

Su Shao folded the white coat in her arms that was soiled by her, and as soon as she opened the door, there were already a dozen people around the door.

Although it's not blatant, it can still make people see what everyone is thinking at a glance.

The central hospital uses different ropes for hanging work cards to distinguish departments.

Su Shao worked as a volunteer here for a period of time, so he is very clear about the colors of the lanyards used to distinguish departments in the hospital.

She was sure that Dr. Song's personality in the hospital must have collapsed, otherwise even the urology doctor would not have come to the door of the office to check for news.

"Everyone, let's go!" Xiao Yao naturally knew what these people were thinking.

It's nothing more than hearing that Lao Song is in love.

Anyway, Song Yan didn't have anything to shy away from, so why didn't he dare to say anything?

Xiao Yao coughed hard a few times, pretending to be serious, "Lao Song is indeed in a relationship, and if nothing else happens, he will get married soon, and everyone should prepare the money early! Don't look around, our little Su beauty has a thin skin, don't scare people away, this old Song managed to catch people."

A male doctor intern in the emergency department clutched his chest in melancholy, "The house has collapsed, the house has collapsed! The little goddess I have been secretly in love with has been chased by the boss."

"My house collapsed too!" A female nurse in the gastroenterology department sighed, "My Dr. Song."

The news of Dr. Song's love affair quickly spread throughout the hospital, and many people in WeChat Moments wrote small essays one after another:
Witnesses, Dr. Song is super sweet with his little girlfriend in the office.Dr. Song, who was so indifferent in front of everyone, actually pressed his little girlfriend on the stool and kissed her, it was so sultry!
There are comments under the comments:

"Kswl!"

"Isn't this too sweet? Kdl, kdl."

"Today is the collapse day for many nurses in the hospital."

"Dr. Song's girlfriend is so good. There is a video of her singing Peking Opera on Weibo, and the previous report on "Reconciliation with the Profession" was also written by her."

Su Shao didn't stay in the hospital for too long, she knew that Song Yan was usually busy with work, and she didn't want to distract him by staying there.

As soon as Su Shao arrived at the door of the house, there was a middle-aged man standing at the door.Although the middle-aged man's face is covered with wrinkles and looks a little old, it is not difficult to see his handsome appearance when he was young.

But at this time, the middle-aged man was holding a thermos of the same style as Su Shao, with a serious and gloomy expression.

When Su Shao saw the thermos in his hand, he was startled, ran over in a panic, and asked anxiously, "Uncle, didn't you drink it?"

When she finished making the soup at noon and dressed Song Yan, she somehow thought of the middle-aged man who was a little sneaky at the door of her house in the morning.

Not to mention, the temperament of that old man is really similar to that of Song Yan.

They are all ruthless and unrestrained.

But Song Yan being trained by her now is much better than that middle-aged old man.

Proud people, presumably are lonely.

Fairy Su made two servings of this soup out of nowhere, and when she pressed the elevator, she accidentally pressed the 13th floor.

Siji Yunlan has one household per elevator, and she doesn't have to worry about which household she will be assigned to when she reaches the 13th floor.

The doorbell rang, and soon someone opened it.

It's that middle-aged man.

He was taken aback when he saw Su Shao, but the expression on his face was still indifferent.

Su Shao handed him the soup, "Uncle, this is the pigeon soup I made, and I just made an extra serving, I'll let you have a taste."

The middle-aged man was stuffed with a thermos.

Before he had time to refuse, Su Shao left, leaving only his figure bouncing around.

When Su Shao came back, the middle-aged man was guarding the door of her house with a thermos.

"You didn't drink it, did you?" Su Shao's expression almost wrinkled, "I seem to put too much salt in it, maybe it's a bit salty."

"If you don't drink it, you'll be fine. Don't worry about eating too much salt and high blood pressure."

The middle-aged man handed the thermos jar to Su Shao, he raised his eyes, glanced around the expectant little face, and said in a hoarse voice, "You put too much salt in this jar! Pigeon soup, I have taken antihypertensive medicine twice!"

The look of anticipation on Su Shao's face faded away, replaced by embarrassment, "Uncle, I'm sorry. It's my first time making soup and I don't have much experience. How about I make it for you next time?"

The middle-aged man pouted, reluctantly, "Okay."

This awkward old man.
"Let's go." The middle-aged man greeted, turned and walked into the elevator.

Su Shao was also quite guilty of letting others eat salty, so she hurried to catch up, trying to find a way to remedy it.

"Uncle!" She blocked the elevator door, "You just moved in, right? You probably don't know anyone, and you don't hang out in the community often."

The middle-aged man kept silent, wanting to see what kind of medicine she was selling in her gourd.

"People with high blood pressure need to exercise regularly. I think you live alone. How about this? In the evening, I will take you downstairs to get acquainted with those uncles and aunts dancing in the square. There are also some friends in the community, and it is much more convenient to go out and do activities.”

　Come on, guess who this stubborn old man is?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)