Chapter 14 (1/2)

Hotpot is a magic thing - you can eat it everywhere and anyone in your heart.

Zheng Yi was already in a panic when he was just sitting in this illegal transformation of a private garage into ”genuine Sichuan hot pot restaurant”. The pavement is not clean and tidy; the yellow gas lines are all over the wall, and there is a dangerous smell inside Every detail aroused Zheng Yi's vigilance, but as soon as the pot was opened, the chopsticks moved, and the fragrance overflowed between his lips and teeth, Zheng Yi's anxiety dissipated with the steaming heat.

One is that the hot pot is so delicious that Zheng Yi ignores the dining environment; the other is due to Zheng's restless guilt.

This shop is Chen Gang's recommendation. If he chooses between this and that place at this time, it will inevitably embarrass him. In addition, although the death of his mother's mother is a long time ago, he may have been a little less emotional, but going to cancel his household registration today will inevitably arouse his worries

Zheng Yi also has some ”sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman” mentality, in line with the principle of ”coax him to be happy”, he is willing to be a qualified companion.

Zheng Yi seems to be happy, friendly and generous, but in essence, he is a sentimental person.

Ever since he witnessed Chen Gang's stolen film by accident, Zheng Yi has had some inexplicable sense of responsibility. It seems that the mistake he committed to him is general. He no longer has the heart to make mistakes and make difficulties. He even wants to ”atone” and ”repay”

Although he calmed down, Zheng Yi knew that he had nothing to do with the incident. Instead, he should ”maintain a sense of boundary” as Qiu mang taught him, respect Chen Gang's secrets and not touch his scars.

But Zheng Yi is unable to press out his heart that cluster of hidden worries.

While Chen attack was eating, Zheng Yi secretly looked up at him.

Chen Gang lowered his head and ate it quickly. What he met with Zheng was the heart of his head, which was usually bristle like hair. Because he didn't grasp it, he was more gentle than usual.

Zheng Yi lowered his head again and looked at the old dishes with the paint off. He felt very uncomfortable: the ”delicious food” Chen Gang brought himself to eat was so shabby in his eyes - people are different from each other.

As a vested interest of the elite class, Zheng Yi had sympathy for Chen's sufferings.

Although there is empathy, there is no way to get rid of this feeling of depression.

In the end, you can only use ”a few more mouthfuls” to suppress.

After eating, Chen attacked to settle the account, only 70 yuan. A cup of strong American coffee and a ham Panini is the same price; his single breakfast can actually exchange for a meal at the alley stall

The poor - ah no - Chen Gang is really living in a world with totally different dimensions from himself

Back to the hotel, two people rely on walking, Zheng Yi has no problem; just after the mouth addiction, the stomach swells to death, just can use walking to digest and digest. They walked together quietly for five minutes. Zheng Yi felt that the atmosphere was a little silent and uncomfortable, so he went up a few steps and took out two cigarettes to give Chen Gong one. He had no words to say: ”it's delicious...”

”Well.” Chen Gang took the cigarette from Zheng Yi and reached out to touch the lighter in his trouser pocket: ”their home has been open for many years, and the location has not changed. It's an old store of word-of-mouth.”

”Have you eaten before?”

“…… I have Chen said with a smile.

Zheng Yi did not understand: ”smell what is the meaning?”

Chen Feng lit a cigarette and took a puff: ”when I was a child, it was the rich people who could afford to eat out. I heard that this restaurant was delicious, but we couldn't afford to eat it. Sometimes I could smell it when I passed by here after school.”

Zheng couldn't help but exclaim, ”is this also called a restaurant?” But suddenly, he thought that it might hurt Chen Gang. After a pause, he continued the topic: ”when was the first time I ate?”

”For the first time Growing up - sophomore. My sophomore found a job and made money on my own and saved some small coffers. During the winter vacation, I finally ate the restaurant I was thinking about. ” Chen's tone seems to be a little complacent, like a high school student who just threw a beautiful three-point ball.

He said the past with a light tone of teasing, but he was a little worried in Zheng's ear.

Zheng Yi knew that the job Chen Gang was looking for at that time was what Qiu mang once said to himself - ”bar resident singing”; it was also this job that caused Chen Gang to be infringed at last.

Zheng Yi looks at Chen Feng, a young man with a broad back and a strong body like a hundred poisons that are hard to invade. He can finally reconcile with the ugly darkness he has experienced with a smile. Zheng Yi looked at it for a long time, and felt that fate had a really disgusting face: some people were positive and always used a positive attitude full of energy to conquer the mess of life, but they could not escape the deeper pit.

Zheng Yi walked shener, was heavily choked by the smoke, just swallow into the stomach of the pungent turned up again, in the throat of the son, Zheng choked to tears.

Chen Gang asked him, ”can't I get used to it?”

Zheng Yixiao said, ”where can I. It's just too spicy - I don't still have... ”

And injuries.

Chen attack a little hide Zheng Yi's eyes, a long time throw out a endless ”is not there a soup pot?”Zheng Yi gently bumped Chen Feng with his elbow: ”come on, you Sichuan people all crowd out the clear soup - there is a cup like small clear soup in the center of a whole red oil pot. What can be cooked in such a small area?”

Chen Gang smiles and says, ”didn't you eat well?”

”It's good. I like it - fresh.”

”Fresh” in Zheng Yi's mouth is a Beijing dialect; it doesn't mean fresh ingredients, but it means that the taste is ”novel” to him.

Chen Gang was sluggish for a few seconds. He didn't understand what he was thinking. He just said in a quiet voice: ”you young master likes to taste fresh food, but I'm tired of a meal.”

Zheng nodded his head and said, ”that's it. To tell you the truth, I dare not eat it again. ”

Chen Feng didn't make any more noise.

Walking back to the hotel, they took a simple goodbye and went back to their own rooms.

After closing the door of the room, Chen Chengcai slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

After encountering Zheng Yi's ”straight ball confession” in the afternoon, Chen Gang had already carefully thought about how to respond to Zheng Yi's confession, but he didn't want to understand at 6 o'clock. He insisted on telling Zheng to eat hot pot just to abide by the agreement, suggesting that ”I will not disgust you and reject you because you have confessed to me”