Overwinter

Chapter 14 Drunk Overnight

Wen Yan's culinary skills have been honed over the years of living alone. He used to be a young master who didn't touch his fingers. Let alone cooking, he could even count the number of times he entered the kitchen on one hand.At the beginning, Wen Yan tried to rely on takeaway to get by, but this small place only had a few takeaways, and the price was not cheap, so it was not a good way to go in the long run, so he had to start learning how to cook by himself.

At first, Wen Yan was repeatedly frustrated, and only a few of the dishes he made could be eaten, but in line with the principle of spending money and effort, and not being wasted casually, even if the car was overturned, he would barely eat it.

Cooking is a matter of practice makes perfect, and he will slowly figure out the method after more times, but this is the first time he cooks for other people, put a few dishes on the table, and wait until Song Zhuangtong and Song Jing are sitting together After that, he was a little nervous.

"How's the taste?" Wen Yan looked at Song Zhuangtong's expression, "I added some spicy millet."

Song Zhuangtong tasted two mouthfuls of beef, and it was more delicious than he imagined. The spicy taste escaped between his lips and teeth. The beef was fried just right, with a bit of chewiness, but the spicy millet had more stamina, and the tip of his tongue was numb.

"It's delicious." He gave a positive evaluation.

Wen Yan smiled instantly, with a gentle look on his face.

"Then you eat more, I put too much chili, I guess I can't eat it."

He also served Song Jing a serving without chili.

He piled vegetables and meat into Song Jing's bowl, Wen Yan looked at him with some distress, and said, "You look so thin, eat more vegetables."

"When he was born, he didn't have breastmilk and could only drink formula milk. He was malnourished at that time." Song Zhuangtong said, his throat was burning hot, and his tongue was a little swollen from numbness, but his expression was normal, and he asked Wen Yan in a soft voice, " Is there any water to drink?"

"Yes, I'll pour it for you." Wen Yan pulled the stool away and got up, went to the kitchen and poured him a glass of warm water, "Is the beef spicy?"

The hot millet was made to cater to his own taste, Wen Yan didn't even move his chopsticks, Song Zhuangtong drank a couple of sips of water, slightly eased the hot feeling in his throat, and said, "It's okay."

It's just that the voice is a lot hoarse.

After eating, Wen Yan got up to clean up the dishes.

Song Zhuangtong got a little hot from eating, so he unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt, rolled up his sleeve with one hand, and said, "Let me wash it."

Wen Yan refused, "I'll just wash it."

"I'll do the washing." Song Zhuangtong's tone became a bit tougher, he took the bowl in his hand, and carried it to the kitchen.Wen Yan glanced at him and asked, "Can you wash dishes?"

It doesn't look like someone who can do housework.

Song Zhuangtong stood in front of the sink, leaving him with a broad back, with his head lowered, rinsing the bowl in his hand.

As if suddenly remembering something, Wen Yan went into the kitchen and reached for the faucet switch.

"This way is hot water."

Song Zhuangtong bathed in cold water for a long time, his muscular little arms were already icy and cold, and Wen Yan's sleeves were rubbed with a lot of water, Song Zhuangtong took a step back and said, "I'll do it, don't get your clothes wet."

Wen Yan said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"Small things." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan pulled a piece of paper from the box next to him to wipe his hands, and before he stepped out of the kitchen, he heard a bang from the kitchen, the sound of a bowl being smashed.

Song Zhuangtong looked at the fragments at his feet with some headaches, raised his head and asked Wen Yan, his tone was rarely cramped and awkward.

"My hand slipped, where is the broom?"

Why is it so like a child in class who got into trouble and stood there waiting for criticism.

Wen Yan couldn't hold back, curled his lips into a smile, and said, "It's okay, let me clean."

After Wen Yan cleaned up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, Song Zhuangtong also finished washing the bowls and put them neatly beside the sink.

"It's finished." He wiped his knuckle fingers and looked at Wen Yan.

"Okay, just leave it alone." Wen Yan said.

The two adults came out of the kitchen together, and the child playing with building blocks on the sofa had already fallen asleep.

"Why do you sleep when you're full?" Song Zhuangtong glanced at Song Jing with some distaste, "Like a pig."

"Let him sleep for a while, I'll get the quilt." Wen Yan said.

Song Zhuangtong didn't like to trouble others, but he didn't mind bothering Wen Yan very much.

After Song Jing was settled, Wen Yan raised the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees.

The living room was very quiet, Song Jing's breathing was barely audible, and the air conditioner was tirelessly delivering wind to the living room, making a buzzing sound.After sitting side by side for a while, Wen Yan awkwardly pointed to the remote control on the coffee table and asked, "Want to watch TV?"

Song Zhuangtong nodded: "Yes."

After Wen Yan turned on the TV, he randomly chose a channel and put it on. The sound was turned on relatively low, which added some liveliness and popularity to the already cozy living room.

"Song Jing is asleep, why don't you let him rest with me?" Wen Yan asked.

Song Zhuangtong leaned on the sofa, his eyes fell on Wen Yan's thin shoulders, and asked, "Then shall I go home alone?"

Wen Yan thought of the empty mansion, and somehow felt that Song Zhuangtong's tone was a bit pitiful.

"Then you can go back after he wakes up." He said.

Song Zhuangtong didn't make a sound, he took out his mobile phone to browse Moments for a while, and clicked into the group in the store. They were drinking outside today, and they sent a lot of videos of wine fighting to the group. Song Zhuangtong clicked on it and watched it twice. One, because Song Zhuangtong didn't go, someone raised a wine glass and called him in a daze.

"Damn it, these chicken thieves." Song Zhuangtong scolded with a smile.

"Do you have a date?" Wen Yan asked aloud.

Song Zhuangtong turned off the phone, and after thinking for a while, he looked up at him and said, "Yes, they asked me to drink."

"Then you go, Song Jing just let me go." Wen Yan turned his head to check Song Jing's quilt, and said, "When he wakes up, take him to wash up, and you can sleep with me tonight."

Song Zhuangtong slightly raised his right eyebrow, stood up and said, "Okay, then I will trouble Mr. Wen."

He went downstairs to drive, and when they arrived at the dinner party, they had almost eaten and were drinking. When Song Zhuangtong came, there was another round of persuasion.

It was past one o'clock when it was over, and the driver called Song Zhuangtong drove him back home.

"Boss, here we are."

Song Zhuangtong slept in the car for a while, he frowned and looked at the house outside the window, and said, "It's not here, it's sent to the wrong place."

"Huh?" The driver was a little confused, "The boss said it was here just now."

"I'll add money to you and send me to this address." As he spoke, Song Zhuangtong clicked on Wen Yan's chat box and showed the address to the driver.

Song Zhuangtong soon arrived downstairs at Wen Yan's house. He lowered his head and sniffed the smell of alcohol on his body, then rang the doorbell.

The doorbell rang for less than half a minute before Wen Yan put on a coat and came out of the bedroom to open the door. He opened the door, and Song Zhuangtong, who smelled of alcohol, was looking at him with reddish eyes, which looked more like a mature man after being covered with bloodshot eyes charm.Wen Yan asked in surprise, "Why do you..."

"I'm here to pick up Song Jing." Song Zhuangtong said in a hoarse voice.

"Song Jing fell asleep again." Wen Yan pulled him into the room, "I just woke up once, and he was quite obedient. I didn't make trouble with me. After washing up, I took him to bed and slept."

Song Zhuangtong smelled of alcohol and cigarettes all over his body, his coat buttons were all unbuttoned, and the shirt inside was also in a mess, revealing his looming abdominal muscles loosely.

Hearing what Wen Yan said, he squeezed his temples in distress, and said, "Then I'll go back first, and I was terribly uncomfortable after being given a few drinks by them."

Wen Yan frowned and said, "Why do you drive after drinking?"

"Let's see if I can get another driver." Song Zhuangtong frowned as he spoke, as if he had endured a lot of discomfort.

"Can you call me so late?" Wen Yan grabbed his wrist and led him into the bathroom, "Do you want to throw up?"

Song Zhuangtong frowned tightly and shook his head.

Under the white light in the bathroom, Wen Yan's skin was rosy white, and there was a mark on his cheek that was pressed by the pillow. Song Zhuangtong looked down at him, unable to move his eyes away.

"It's fine for you to squeeze in here, but the quilt is not thick enough. I'll fix the sofa for you. Don't turn off the air conditioner in the living room at night, just don't catch cold."

In the narrow space, there is the smell of wine on Song Zhuangtong's body, and the smell of cigarettes mixed in it. What can't be suppressed is the smell of the cologne he often uses, and the smell of Song Zhuangtong is overwhelming.After Wen Yan finished speaking, he wanted to leave the bathroom and help Song Zhuangtong spread the sofa, but before he could take a step, he held Song Zhuangtong's hand firmly.

Song Zhuangtong's voice was low and deep, mellow like fine wine that had been fermented for many years.

"Thank you, Teacher Wen."

He said.