chapter 50

Generally speaking, Shu Xing is still a competent guardian. At least compared with the wall-filled wine in a certain family, Shu Xing only has a bottle of rare red wine he got from others a few months ago. If it hadn't been for today's whim, I'm afraid he would still be left alone in the cabinet.

Opening red wine is a technical job. Although he doesn't drink at home, he is also an alcohol experience after all. Such a small thing is absolutely difficult to wake up, but fortunately, there is a wine opener like a decoration at home, otherwise his skills are no matter how good he is.

After opening the red wine, Shu woke up to the rest of the beef soup pot at noon, poured half a bottle of red wine into it, and then thought about what he had done before. He found the necessary materials from the refrigerator, cut them into small pieces, and put them all into the pot regardless.

From the heated beef soup, it exudes an extremely strong red wine flavor. If the person who gave him red wine saw him treat this excellent red wine like this, his heart would hurt, but he would not feel a little guilty when he woke up. He shook the remaining half of the wine in his hand and was still thinking about whether to add some to the pot.

Although he can't be called a hater of alcohol, Rong Chengxian's drinking capacity is simply a mess. Therefore, he basically doesn't drink alcohol outside. To reach his position, no one dares force him to drink. Therefore, people who know that he is not good at drinking are really scarce. If it hadn't been for the last time he woke up, he had drunk and dreamed to death. Shu Xing will not soon find that he is not good at alcohol at all.

Although it is not good for all kinds of alcohol, Rong Chengxian's smell of alcohol is very **. He was awakened by a strong smell of wine and rubbed his already sore body. Rong Chengxian found that Shu Xing was not lying ** and hurried outside the room to find him.

There is white heat in the soup pot, and the soup and red wine are forced to churning together, making a 'gurgling' sound, which makes me feel like living at home.

"What are you doing?" He frowned slightly and walked to Shu Xing's side, looked at the remaining half bottle of red wine in Shu Xing's hand, and then looked at the suspicious soup red wine mixture in the pot. Rong Chengxian had a bad feeling: "What's in it?"

He took off Rong Chengxian's finger pointing to the pot and did not answer the question of what was in the pot first. Instead, he told the other party more considerately, "Be careful of the heat in the pot. It's not good to burn your hands."

"Ah..." The taste of the soup was too distracting and painful. When he realized that he had indeed done something dangerous in a hurry, Rong Chengxian quickly took his hand away from the top of the soup pot, but still persistently wanted to know how much his soup had been poisoned: "Did you put red wine in it?"

Such an obvious thing, even if you can't see it, you can smell it just by smelling it through your nose. Shuxing smiled innocently: "I suddenly want to eat like this very much. Didn't you say that you should eat more when you are sick? If there is anything you want to eat more, you should eat more, so I came to make red wine. Beef soup, I don't know if it will taste good.

The 'red wine beef soup' in the pot in front of you is extremely suspicious. It's more appropriate to call it 'beef soup with red wine' than 'red beef soup'. And even if you want to make 'red wine beef soup', no one will add half a bottle of red wine to this amount of beef soup. Rong Chengxian feels Your face must be green.

"This is the first time I've done this." This kind of soup, which looks terrible to me, is indeed the first time to make, because after making it once, no one will ever want to do it again: "So you have to give me some advice, although you know that you won't cook well. But if it's too bad, hey... I will also feel very depressed."

It is impossible to be depressed in this regard without any persistence in cooking. Even if he will burn the eggs, he will not want to sum up his experience. If he doesn't put the blame on 'the hen's egg too old, so it burns it in the oil pan'. Don't expect him to feel at all. There is something wrong.

This kind of lie is easy for him to say, without any psychological burden or pressure at all. In fact, this is not a magical thing. The most incredible thing is that Rong Chengxian can undoubtedly trust him.

"Well..." Originally, I wanted to tell Shu Xing that even if this soup was only smelled, it was really terrible, but when I heard Shu Xing say that, I had slipped to my lips, stopped behind my teeth, and had no chance to say it at all: "Then I will taste it well and see if I can improve it. The place."

The ancients once told us that 'if people don't believe, they won't stand'. Unfortunately, some people did not understand the essence of this sentence. As smart as the ancients, how can they say an ordinary sentence? Compared with warning the world to abide by their promises, this sentence has a particularly profound meaning, which is to tell us: Don't agree casually. People, otherwise it's easy for you not to be human.

He held his breath and swallowed the first mouthful of soup. For the first time, Rong Chengxian felt that human beings had a lot of taste. Although he could not smell the taste of the soup, the spicy stimulation he felt from his tongue completely destroyed the rich and sweet beef soup. The taste was similar to drinking alone made Rong Chengxian not want to look up and respond to wake up. The eyes.

"Is it really not delicious..."

Rong Chengxian, who lowered his head and thought about taking another sip, heard a very depressed voice beside him and quickly raised his head: "No, it's delicious."

If Rong Chengxian didn't break the sentence, it will become the truth. Now that he breaks the sentence, it will become a well-will lie. Other people's lies have been said. Of course, Shu Xing should consciously answer: "Then drink more. I'm so happy that you like this soup."

"Don't you drink?" Without seeing Shu Xing scooping up the soup, Rong Chengxian still held a glimmer of hope, thinking that after drinking it himself, he would find that the soup could not be drunk, so he did not have to drink it with him.

"Oh, yes," with a suddenly enlightened expression on his face, Shu Xing quickly filled himself with a bowl of soup, stirred the heat in the bowl with a spoon, and sent the soup to his mouth.

A bowl of soup is about to bottom out. Rong Chengxian can't believe his eyes. Obviously, the taste of the soup is terrible. Why can he wake up with a delicious expression on his face and drink the soup without hesitation? Seeing the speed of Shu Xing drinking soup, Rong Chengxian couldn't believe that he scooped another spoonful of soup from the bowl. After sending it to his mouth to taste it, he had to admit that there was nothing wrong with his taste. Then he realized that Shu Xing's current state of illness was probably more faint than the sixth sense of taste.

"How does the soup taste?" Suppressing his maladjustment to alcohol, Rong Chengxian tentatively asked Shuxing.

"I can't taste it at all," and even if it can be tasted, these wines are nothing to Shu woke up.

"But you just had a 'good soup' expression."

"That's because I think this soup will be delicious, so I make a proper expression to match the taste of the soup."

“............”

Help Rong Chengxian fill the soup in the bowl and warmly persuade Rong Chengxian to drink the soup: "Drink more. You just said it's delicious. Since it's delicious, you have to drink it all. Although the amount is a little more, I'll help you drink it."

With a difficult nod, Rong Chengxian began to complete the task of drinking soup. Although he has no sense of taste and smell at this moment, he can also guess that the taste of soup is very strange just by thinking about it, but he can't give up halfway. However, when he saw Rong Chengxian frowning and began to drink the second bowl, Shuxing gradually became a little unbearable. Raise your hand to stop him: "If it doesn't taste good, don't drink it."

If ordinary people hear this sentence, they will immediately put down the soup bowl and quickly stay away from the devilish 'red wine and beef soup'. However, Rong Chengxian is a rather honest man. Although the result of not drinking soup is good for himself, as long as he thinks of Shuxing, he will not be praised for what he has done. Yang was sad, and Rong Chengxian felt that he couldn't stop drinking.

However, only God knows that there is no word 'sad' at present.

Seeing Rong Chengxian drinking soup sadly, Shu Xing persuaded him again, but Rong Chengxian just said 'good' and did not intend to drink it. Such a thing was actually very small and subtle, but it made Shu Xing's heart waves, as if he had been hit by a small stone in his heart and rippled around.

This kind of thing is similar to a prank, I'm afraid that even people with junior high school IQ and emotional intelligence will not cooperate with themselves, that is, the man in front of him can really trust himself and completely believe in himself.

The snowflakes outside keep falling to the world, like finely broken into granular marshmallows. In this cold winter day, my heart feels that I am bathed in the afternoon sun, which is in sharp contrast to the temperature outside, and the corners of my mouth also form a beautiful arc because of the warmth in my heart.

There must be a price for keeping the promise. Although the taste of the soup can't be described as 'terrible', thinking that Shu Xing is full of confidence in the taste of the soup, Rong Chengxian can't say a word to refuse at all. He can only pour the soup in the bowl spoon by spoon into his stomach until he finishes the third bowl. , I began to feel a little hazy in front of my eyes.

"I seem to be a little drunk..." It's not that I borrow wine to relieve my worries when I'm in a bad mood. Like this ordinary situation, even if I just smell it for a while, Rong Chengxian will be drunk. However, although this soup is mixed with half a bottle of wine, it's still soup anyway. Shuxing knows a lot about people's drunkenness and knows that it's just like this. So when Rong Chengxian was a little vague about the scene in front of him, he added some soup to the pot. Of course, the soup mentioned here is the remaining half a bottle of red wine.

A bowl of 'red wine and beef soup' with almost no soup and wine, Rong Chengxian really couldn't stand it. Shuxing was quite considerate and didn't let Rong Chengxian continue drinking. He took Rong Chengxian, who was a little stumbling, to his room**, put him on the side of the bed, and gently gave it to He covered the quilt.

No matter how good the bottom of the body is, Shu Xing knows that he can't practice it any more. He takes the medicinal warm water on the coffee table, puts the table-shaped vibrating alarm clock on his left hand, and then goes back to ** to lie down on the other side and sleep with Rong Chengxian in his arms.