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Lin Wuyu was not interested in cooking, so it was quite fun to help his grandmother at Ding Ji's house, but it was a bit painful to have him recite the recipe and cook a dish alone in the kitchen.

Especially now, his and Ding Ji's condition is on the weird level.

Ding Ji must have reacted, but he was not sure whether Ding Ji had made a decision or had any ideas.

He could not move until Ding Ji clearly told him any decision.

Ding Ji could not accept it. Any expression of his will make Ding Ji disgusted. Ding Ji could accept it... If he could accept it, this would not be the case now.

If Ding Ji was still swaying, he might have pulled Ding Ji over, but it would be a bit uncomfortable to do so, as if he was taking advantage of others' danger.

Lin Wuyu sighed and put his attention back on the chicken wings. In order to concentrate on the wings, he could only continue to live the recipe in his mind.

This recipe was summarized very concisely by Ding Ji. It is easy to remember and memorize, but it is difficult to make.

I thought I didn't need to cut it, but I had to cut a knife and cut shredded ginger. I thought the egg was enough to peel it, but it had to be cooked and crushed. What should I do if the egg was done? I kept it for eating it? He tasted it and it was too salty and could only be kept for salt.

The ginger was really not cut out, so Lin Wuyu crushed it and squeezed the ginger juice onto the chicken wings. Anyway, what he wanted was the ginger flavor to remove the fishy smell. It was so smart, but there was no standard amount of cooking wine and light soy sauce. He could only estimate that he poured two spoons of light soy sauce. He poured two more spoons of light soy sauce, but it still had no color. Out of caution, he did not pour it anymore, sprinkle some salt or salted egg whites.

Ding Ji slowly calmed down his emotions as he heard the jingling sounds from time to time in the kitchen and the crackling sounds that could not be fired for a long time.

Lin Wuyu already knew what he was thinking, but he might not know anything else, so he would have spoken earlier.

So.

Ding Ji threw down the copper coins.

Assuming that Lin Wuyu also has ideas about him, maybe it is because he looks like his former crush Xu Tianbo...

Ding Ji threw down the copper coins again.

So.

Ding Ji touched the copper coin, weighed it in his hand, and threw it out.

Lin Wuyu probably started frying egg yolks, and the sound of the hood was whistling in the kitchen, and the smell was not turned on.

Lower and upper Kan.

Watch the times and wait for changes...

Tsk.

Ding Ji frowned.

Just be a fool.

He put the copper coin back in his pocket, took the instruction manual of the set-top box next to him, turned around the page, glanced over, and recorded three numbers. He was closing his eyes and counting when suddenly a ring of Ding Ling in the kitchen sounded.

When he jumped up, he heard the sound of the pot falling to the ground and turning it on and finally pulling it down.

Lin Wuyu fucked the pot!

The God of Learning is awesome!

A pot of salted egg yolks wrapped in oil!

"It's okay!" Ding Ji rushed to the kitchen door and shouted first.

"It's okay." Lin Wuyu immediately responded to him.

Then Ding Ji heard the sound of water.

A broken pan was pressed on the kitchen floor, and the bubbled salted egg yolks sprinkled all over the floor. Lin Wuyu was standing in front of the pool and rushing to his hands.

"It's hot?" Ding Ji shouted, and turned off the fire on the stove, then walked to the edge of the pool, and saw that Lin Wuyu's back was red at first sight.

"It's okay," said Lin Wuyu, "a piece of egg yolk sticks to his hands."

"Roll for a while." Ding Ji frowned and stared at his hand, "How did you do it, how did that cut it?"

Lin Wuyu sighed: "It's not broken, it's relaxed, I'm going to make a fuss..."

Ding Ji reached out and touched his forehead: "This is not burning either."

"I just want to try," Lin Wuyu smiled, "It turned out to be loose. I shook it and the pot fell off."

"You can't even understand the level of cucumbers, and you can't even get it. Why do you need to do a flower job if you fry a salted egg yolk?" Ding Ji was very puzzled.

"...I don't know." Lin Wuyu said.

The oil in the pot was not too much. When it was thrown on Lin Wuyu's hand, most of the oil had already flown out. After rinsing the water for five minutes, they checked Lin Wuyu's hand and did not continue to get worse, but blisters appeared.

"It will be fine in a few days." Lin Wuyu said, "You order a takeaway, I'll clean it up."

"Together." Ding Ji picked up the pot on the ground.

Fortunately, there are not many things in the kitchen, and the floor, desk and stove are needed to be scrubbed with oil.

Ding Ji and Lin Wuyu were silent and used the rag for more than ten minutes, and cleaned the kitchen with one hand.

All the salted egg yolks I bought today were put into the trash can, because there was only one pot, and the marinated chicken wings could not be made, so I could only wrap them and put them in the refrigerator first.

Lin Wuyu sat in the living room and stared at his phone for ten minutes. Ding Ji felt hungry, so he raised his head: "There is no golden sand chicken wings in the takeaway."

"Stop golden sand. Now I can eat the yellow sand chicken wings," Ding Ji said. "Call it anyway. If you want to eat it, you can buy the ingredients to make it in the evening."

"I thought you wanted to eat." Lin Wuyu nodded and continued to stare at his phone.

Ding Ji suddenly felt a little hotter in his eyes.

Lin Wuyu ordered two Orleans chicken wings, two ribs, and two soup, which was unexpectedly less.

When Ding Ji put it on the table, he felt that this was probably not enough for them to eat. He was hungry, and Lin Wuyu ate a lot...

"This is not your style." Ding Ji sat next to the table.

"I'm starting to lose weight," said Lin Wuyu.

"Are you fat?" Ding Ji glanced at him.

Lin Wuyu smiled and said after a while: "I ate two boxes of red bean cakes on the way, but now I can't eat that much."

"This is the truth." Ding Ji nodded.

The box of the red bean cake was placed on the small cabinet next to it by Lin Wuyu, in a very inconspicuous place.

Maybe he was a little absent-minded and indifferent when he said the red bean cake was delicious. Lin Wuyu felt that it was cold and he didn't like to eat it.

Thinking of the fact that Lin Wuyu brought this red bean cake back from a long distance, it was still hot when it went downstairs...

"Take the cake over," Ding Ji said, "I don't want to eat rice, forget about eating cake."

"Okay." Lin Wuyu immediately got up and went over to get a box, "How about sting the microwave, it's so hot."

"No," Ding Ji waved his hand, "We won't go into the kitchen now. It doesn't deal with us. It's chopping hands and smashing the pot, let it slow down."

"Okay." Lin Wuyu laughed and put the box in front of him.

Ding Ji ate all of a box of four cakes, and ate a lot of chicken wings and ribs, and finally poured two more bowls of soup.

I was eating a little too much. I didn’t feel like I had nothing to say when I was eating because I had nothing to say. I could only express "I’m fine and I’m fine" by constantly eating.

Lin Wuyu did eat much less than usual. I don’t know if he really couldn’t eat too much on the road or some other reason.

Ding Ji leaned on the sofa, stared at the TV, and fell asleep after a while.

Lin Wuyu packed up the leftovers on the table and stood in the living room for a while. Ding Ji was sleeping so hard that he had no intention of waking up, so he went back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed to watch a movie with his mobile phone.

This feels really a bit boring.

He never thought that emotional matters were so complicated.

It sounds like there are only two choices if you like it or don’t like it, accept it or not, advance or retreat.

For many people, it may be really simple, such as Liu Jinpeng, ah I like it, ah I have a crush on it, ah I confess my love, ah I broke up.

But for Ding Ji, it's completely different.

Lin Wuyu turned over and hung his hand that was a little painful outside the bed. Ding Ji had never been in love, had never liked anyone, and had never had a crush on anyone. Even if he came to his senses, it would be far from being as simple as crying.

Lin Wuyu suddenly felt a little regretful.

Is there a more suitable solution?

Maybe there is.

He couldn't think of it, after all, his only emotional experience was just a failed secret love.

Ding Ji woke up before dinner, but they didn't go to the supermarket to buy salted duck eggs, so Lin Wuyu ordered takeaway and came back to eat.

Because Ding Ji kept throwing copper coins.

It was thrown until the takeaway was delivered before stopping, and then it continued to throw it away after eating.

Lin Wuyu interrupted him several times and wanted to ask if he was obsessed with the enemy, but Ding Ji just waved his hand to signal him not to speak.

Lin Wuyu didn't speak anymore. Ding Ji was probably not telling fortunes, but just a subconscious auxiliary action.

Many things have been understood in my heart.

Lin Wuyu stared at Ding Ji like this for the first time. He took several hours to see him after dinner. He had been going to take a shower at around 10 o'clock.
To be continued...