Wei Qian really doesn’t have much cooking talent. For example, it is definitely unrealistic to expect him to create a full table of Manchu and Han banquets, but he is not a natural master after all, and he still has basic survival skills such as cooking. He basically knows how to eat everyday food.

In addition, Wei Qian has an additional skill, which is to be quick-witted.

If he is stuffed into a cooking competition, the color, fragrance and smell of the finished product may be lingering between the middle and the lower level, but there must be an absolute advantage in speed.

Wei Qian has the ability to make a table of dishes in the shortest time, and his knife skills are very good. No matter whether it is shredded or diced, they are fast and neat. He has two miraculous achievements - he has never cut his hands or been hot.

However, when he was helping in the kitchen at night, he was shocked to let the pancakes take a layer of skin off.

It can be seen how far it is.

Wei Zhiyuan carried his wrist and knocked him out of the kitchen, frowned and looked at the wound carefully, and then stuffed his claws into the cold water.

"Does it hurt?" Wei Zhiyuan asked with a frown, feeling that it was him who was getting hot.

Wei Qian said absent-mindedly: "It's okay."

Wei Zhiyuan's hand movements were gentle, but he said angrily: "You deserve it, Comrade Wei Qian, I think you are a sign of Parkinson. Through a half-foot-long wooden shovel, you can make the edge of the pot burn. Tell me yourself, how talented you are."

Wei Zhiyuan is becoming more and more rude to him now. He is obviously a gentle and elegant young man when he goes out, but sometimes he looks like Director Wei was possessed by that time in private.

Unfortunately, Director Wei had evolved into the ultimate body back then. He calmly waited for Wei Zhiyuan to finish scolding him, and slowly ended the battle with three words.

"Broken mouth." Mr. Wei commented accurately.

"You're just a bastard," Wei Zhiyuan accused, paused, and said sourly, "Xiaobao's marriage is a good thing, why are you so unscrupulous?"

Wei Qian's expression changed at that time: "Don't mention this!"

"Faced with the reality," Wei Zhiyuan spared no effort to poke his sadness, "You are not allowed to host the engagement banquet tomorrow?"

Wei Qian shook his hand off the spot and turned back to the room without saying a word.

That's it. Song Xiaobao, Miss Song Lili, is about to get married. It's the cold winter month. Both sides have discussed it and get engaged first. When spring is in full bloom, choose a good day to officially hold the wedding.

This is a fantasy thing. The man named Cui Xu, who is a taciturn engineer who works in spacecraft research. His biggest hobby is to collect movies by Miss Song Lili, and he kept mumbling her. Who knew it was fate. One day, two people who were originally out of touch with each other happened to board the same plane. Engineer Cui mustered up the courage to chat with his idol. Unexpectedly, after a while, the two of them got on the way.

That night, Wei Qian didn't fall asleep for a long time, as if he was afraid that the pancake would be heated unevenly, and kept turning over on the bed.

After turning to the 108th, Wei Zhiyuan finally hugged him unbearably: "You are not sleeping anymore? If you move again, I will be worse than beasts."

Wei Qian was quiet for a moment and suddenly said, "I don't think it's appropriate."

Wei Zhiyuan opened his eyes a crack and asked in confusion: "What's not suitable?"

"Xiaobao and that Cui Jia."

Wei Zhiyuan took a deep breath, with his arms closed, hugged the person tighter, rubbed his nose against Wei Qian's neck, and patiently asked, "Why is it not suitable again? At first, Xiaobao brought the person back, but when he saw that she didn't find a boyfriend like a fake foreigner who had been with her for many years, aren't you quite pleased?"

Wei Qian frowned and began to raise: "I think he looks average."

Wei Zhiyuan raised his hand in the dark, rubbed Wei Qian's lips, and said perfunctorily: "Well, he is not as good as you-but he is not ugly either, he just needs a good personality."

Wei Qian: "It's too boring and can't speak."

Wei Zhiyuan sighed: "You can speak. Opening your mouth can hurt someone, so I can tolerate you. In fact, he is better to be more bored. Isn't it enough to have Xiaobao?"

Wei Qian: "No, the problem is that the kid's life and work are too far from Xiaobao. The two of them are not in the same circle at all. Can they talk about it together?"

Wei Zhiyuan's eyes twitched: "You are so busy that you can't even talk to each other. Can the two of them be good for so long? You say this is not good, then tell me, what kind of good is it? Do you want a brother-in-law with a few brains?"

Wei Qian couldn't say it, lying flat in the darkness, staring at the ceiling.

The boyfriend Xiaobao is looking for is nothing bad. He has a high education, has a promising future, and is willing to work hard. The most important thing is that he is a more upright and down-to-earth person. But Wei Qian is just unhappy. This has nothing to do with Cui Xu. No matter whether he is an engineer, a star, a wealthy person or something else, even if he is a superman with three heads and six arms, Wei Qian feels that he will not be satisfied.

Because from then on, when his little sister talked about "going home", she didn't come to her. Her room and old things would always take aside quietly, but she probably would only come back to see it during festivals.

When she stabilized and had her own child, the girl thought of her brother and went from "dependence on each other" to "our relatives".

His annoying little girl would never pounce on him when he pushed open the door and said, "I'm so tired that I'm so hungry that I'm so hungry that I'm so hungry that I'm so hungry that I'm so hungry that I'm so hungry. Brother, I'm going to eat the big red crab!"

When Wei Qian remembered when he was young, he always felt that this family was a heavy burden for him. He was particularly late and ignorant when he was a child. He was silent countless times under the pressure of breathlessness, and then in silence was fantasizing about getting rid of these old and young people who were hanging on him and pressing his waist so hard that he couldn't stand up.

Now, Xiaobao will finally no longer rely on him and may no longer need him.

At this point, Wei Qian felt as if he had been dug up a piece of it, and he felt as if he had not yet fallen into decline.

Wei Qian finally couldn't speak, so he changed himself to a slightly more comfortable position and patted Wei Zhiyuan's back of his hand: "Well, go to bed."

Wei Zhiyuan keenly heard something strange from his voice. His sleepiness suddenly disappeared and he stared at Wei Qian in the dark for a while. Then, his fingers quietly crawled into Wei Qian's pajamas.

It was not until his movements began to go too far that Wei Qian suddenly came to his senses from Kong Luoluo's sadness: "Give me a good sleep, be honest."

Unfortunately, he stopped it too late.

As soon as Wei Zhiyuan turned over, he pressed one of his arms with his weight, pressed his elbows on the other arm, blocked his mouth, and the speed of light stripped Wei Qian's pajamas that were tightly worn and threw them to the edge of the bed, and he started to get up and down.

After a while, Wei Zhiyuan let him go.

Wei Zhiyuan gently stroked Wei Qian's eyebrows and eyes, leaned over and kissed him gently before the afterglow disappeared, and asked jealously: "Isn't it enough to have me?"

Wei Qian's spine was still numb. He touched Wei Zhiyuan's chin weakly: "Why isn't it enough? I think it's too much if you are."

Wei Zhiyuan bit his finger and grind his teeth carefully on it.

"Okay, baby," Wei Qian's voice became lower and lower, "I'm really not here, I'm so sleepy, let me sleep for a while."

This time, Wei Qian really didn't have the energy to identify his brother-in-law's shortcomings. After he finished speaking, he fell asleep.

Wei Zhiyuan gently stuffed Wei Qian's hand back into the quilt, hugged the person, and recalled it carefully - when he was young, he hoped that Xiaobao was taken away by his grandmother. Later, when she came back, he tried his best to compete with her for favor, and wanted to monopolize his brother. He was like a little beast who was still unstable and had his own sense of territory.

Later, he found that he was still an individual, and his brother was not a "territory" that could be occupied by just a slight smell, so he had to restrain his claws and live in peace with Xiaobao.

Gradually, he found that his feelings had changed, but his desire to possess was even more uncontrollable. The unstable adolescence made him look like a firecracker, always rising and falling with Wei Qian's smile and frowning. At that time, Wei Zhiyuan thought: Big brother was originally my own.

Later, he was forced to travel across the ocean and spend the longest four years of his life. He studied hard and went all over the place, thinking that he had achieved great enlightenment and burned his boats with almost sacrifice and sacrifice, and decided that if that person was happy, even if he could not give up, he could still let go without disturbing him.

So what about now?

Wei Zhiyuan's chest was pressed against Wei Qianguang's naked back, and felt that their heartbeats almost broke into the same rhythm. He found that the excitement of "even Xiaobao is going to get married, and he finally belongs to me completely" was once again rekindled from the vast and complicated infinite thoughts, showing his head happily.

"How bad." Wei Zhiyuan said to himself righteously, "That's your sister, why are you doing? Has your mind degenerated for twenty years?"

Unfortunately, psychological construction is completely useless, and the strange excitement in his heart is lingering.

Wei Zhiyuan's mouth was raised.

He knew that the desires and desires in his heart had never died, and all practices could not eliminate the weeds that grew again in the spring breeze in his heart. However, for Wei Qian, he was willing to endure them in pain as if a little boy in college was running wildly in the heavy snow, just to coax his sick girlfriend to eat a few bites of the still hot wontons - love someone, and always hope to do something for him that outsiders seem to be very cheap, as long as he is happy.
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