Chapter 45

We had hot pot for dinner.

Aunt Chen cleaned the living room in advance, put the induction cooker and the mandarin duck pot in the living room, washed the vegetables and put them aside in a small basket.

Originally, Zhuang Yan wanted Aunt Chen to stay and eat with her, but she was in a hurry to go back to take care of her little grandson and help them clean and put the ingredients for hot pot washing and then left in a hurry.

When Zhuang Yan went home, he turned to the vegetable market and bought fresh beef and mutton. He was afraid that the meat was too strong, so he bought it out of flavor.

Then I bought goose intestines, tripe and beef Venetian according to Xie Ning's taste.

Zhuang Yan avoided these internal organs and was afraid that they were not clean. Xie Ning was quite fond of them.

If Zhuang Yan couldn't accept it, Xie Ning would like to buy some pig brain.

"In fact, the authentic Sichuan hotpot doesn't put any meat in it. It just rinses the viscera like yellow throat and tripe." Xie Ning watched Zhuang Yan put the hot pot bottom material into the boiling water, and couldn't help licking his lips. "Beef and mutton is the northern hot pot habit."

Zhuang Yan laughed: "I don't care. Although we eat Sichuan hotpot, now people in the North should do as the Romans do."

Xie Ning was said by him is also a smile: "I am also a northerner, how can I say is in Rome do as the Romans do."

Zhuangyan: "I remember you said that. You lived in the south when you were a child. It was also the taste to rinse yellow throat and hairy tripe at that time?"

Xie Ning shook his head: "I live in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Shanghai, and Sichuan across a lot of distance."

Zhuang Yan was curious: "how do you eat the hot pot in Jiangsu and Zhejiang?"

Xie Ning recalled: "eat everything, beef and mutton, yellow throat tripe, and seafood It's like a hodgepodge. You can cook anything in it. "

Zhuang Yan's heart moved, and he wanted to turn the topic to Xie Ning's experience in the South and see if he could ask anything.

But Xie Ning seems very reluctant to mention that time's matter, several times all diverts the topic.

"The red soup seems to be boiling." Xie Ning staring at the bottom of the boiling pot, "you can rinse the meat."

Zhuang Yan stood up and laughed: "no hurry."

Xie Ning doubts: "what's the matter?"

Zhuang Yan asked him, "do you know the essence of hot pot?"

Xie Ning thought for a while and hesitated to reply, "enough hemp, enough spicy?"

"No Zhuangyan picks eyebrow, "the essence of hot pot, one is the bottom of the pot, the other is dip sauce."

He went behind Schelling, pressed on his shoulder and said quickly, "you rinse your favorite food first, and I'll make you some sauce."

Since we eat Sichuan style hotpot, the dip sauce is also mainly made of sesame oil and garlic paste. The seasoning at home is not as much as that of hotpot shop, so it is impossible to make dry dishes.

Zhuangyan turned it over and added some green onion and vinegar. Xie Ning didn't like coriander, so he didn't put it. Finally, he put a little sugar to freshen it.

When he finished adjusting, he turned to find that Xie Ning did not know when to follow him to the kitchen.

Zhuang Yanhao looked at him all the time: "what? To steal the teacher. "

Xie Ning is dumb: "adjust a sauce, also call to steal a teacher?"

Zhuang Yan raised eyebrows: "of course, the sauce I mixed is different from those outside. It's delicious."

Xie Ning looked at the small dish in his hand and didn't see any difference for a long time.

Zhuang Yan put the dishes on the table, washed the handle, and wiped the water stains on the handle with a clean cloth.

"What? Don't believe it? "

Xie Ning was alert and wanted to shake his head.

However, he said "no" and before he could export, Zhuang Yan quickly took a little dip with his fingertip and sent it to Xie Ning's mouth to taste.

Xie Ning:

Lips first a cool, then dip in the fragrance of sauce diffuse, Xie Ning subconsciously extended the tip of his tongue to lick.

Zhuangyan's fingertips rubbed his lips and pressed them, which made him feel wet and soft.

His eyes darkened, and the bottom of his heart itched with fingers.

Xie Ning was also stunned and his eyes wandered around.

Zhuang Yan's hand did not let go, as if to outline the shape of his lips, touched his lips and asked, "is it delicious?"

Clearly asked is dip sauce, but Xie Ning is inexplicable, think he means something.

A sentence of "delicious" stuck in my throat, so shy that I couldn't spit it out.

Zhuang Yan's eyes filled with a little smile: "what do you say, is it delicious?"

Xie Ning's whole face was even redder than the hot pot soup in the living room. After a long time, he squeezed out two words: " It's delicious. "

Zhuang Yan smelled the speech, quickly bowed his head and licked it on his lips. He said, "it's really delicious."

“……” Being caught off guard, Xie Ning encounters Zhuang Yan's two consecutive attacks without any gap. His brain is blank, and he stays in place for half a day. He moves his lips and can't say a word.

He asked himself why he wanted to follow Zhuang Yan to the kitchen!

Have you not suffered enough losses before!The lessons we have learned before are not cruel enough!

And Zhuang Yan

Xie Ning recalled the kiss that was just touched and divided, and the heat rose a slope again.

He even thought to himself that if he likes to kiss, he is used to it.

…… There seems to be something wrong.

With a low smile, zhuangyan washed his hand again: "let's go. It's stuffy in the kitchen again. The water outside is almost dry."

Xie Ning took a dim look at him and walked out slowly. He could not help but say in his heart: who is the blame for this!

The hot air of the hot pot is so hot that Zhuang Yan is afraid that Xie Ning will be blown up in the last meal. He goes to turn off the air conditioner in the living room.

When he came back, Xie Ning hesitated to sit at the table and asked, "why did you just mix a bowl of sauce?"

Zhuang Yan sat down next to Xie Ning, smelled his lips and said, "we share a bowl."

Share a bowl

Shaning's ear tip turned red again.

Zhuang Yan lowered his head and chuckled and put the vegetables into the soup pot.

He knows how long beef and mutton slices need to be rinsed, but he doesn't know much about the Yellow throat and hairy tripe. Seeing Xie Ning's uncomfortable appearance, he just uses this to change the topic.

"Goose intestines can be eaten after a few rinses. How long does it take for the tripe?"

Xie Ning Leng for a moment: "about a minute, seven up and eight down."

Zhuangyan picked up a piece of tripe and put it into the pot: "I remember you said that."

He picked it up seven times, dipped it in boiling red soup eight times, made sure that the tripe was cooked and not too hard. Then he dipped it in a little sauce and put it on Xie Ning's plate.

Xie Ning blinked: "you don't eat?"

"I don't like these." Zhuangyan rinsed the goose intestines for more than ten seconds. "Tut, this is the first time that I personally serve a person. My mother doesn't have this treatment."

"I can come by myself," Xie Ning said quickly

Zhuang Yan squinted: "the first time I do these things, I'm not very proficient. I'm still disgusted with my feelings."

Xie Ning, who dares to despise him, shook his head crazily with a red face: "no, no."

As he spoke, he cooked two pieces of mutton to Zhuang Yan.

After feeding, I felt something was wrong.

They are so sticky when they eat a hot pot!

The authentic Sichuan hotpot is not ordinary spicy. Xie Ning is so hot that he gasps for breath, but he can't feel good.

Zhuang Yan brought him a coke from the refrigerator: "it's not a good time to drink milk at this time. I'll make do with it."

Xie Ning fiercely poured a mouthful, the cold liquid rolled down the throat, the whole body was comfortable.

After a hot pot meal, Xie Ning was a little bit full and felt his stomach was bulging.

He also wanted to help clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and was stopped by Zhuang Yan.

"What are you fighting for in Aunt Chen's work?" Zhuangyan was amused. "How come you don't need to draw today when you have inspiration?"

Xie Ning hesitated for a while. Seeing that Zhuang Yan just put the things into the sink and opened the window to disperse the flavor of the living room, he didn't plan to wash the dishes himself.

Then he was rushed upstairs by Zhuang Yan: "it's a little cold after the wind blows. Go up and wait."

When Xie Ning goes to the studio to wait, Zhuang Yan gathers the smile on his face and finds a quiet corner to contact Ji Wenbin.

"Contact me specially. Is there anything you want to consult?"

Zhuang Yan asked: "doctor Ji, do you know about emotional apathy?"

"Yes." Ji Wenbin should voice, then pause for a few seconds, ask, "are you suspicious, Xie Ning, he suffers from emotional apathy?"

Zhuang Yan did not speak.

Ji Wenbin thought for a moment and asked, "what caused you to have this doubt?"

Zhuang Yan didn't mention Yan Xi and his last counselor, but said, "many of his performances are in line with the symptoms of emotional apathy."

"For example?"

Zhuang Yan thought for a moment and replied, "for example, he is very indifferent to others, he never pays attention to the evaluation of outsiders, and his ability of empathy is very poor."

Of course, there are a lot of inconsistencies. For example, he doesn't think that Xie Ning can't feel the feelings.

When he asked Xie Ningxi whether he liked him that day, he said definitely that he did.

Zhuang Yan didn't think he was lying.

Ji Wenbin seemed to smile, and then straightened out: "Mr. Zhuang, one thing I hope you can understand is that people's psychological problems are not simple 1 + 1 = 2. Psychological assessment and diagnosis is a very complex and prudent thing. Even if Xie Ning has various symptoms, it does not mean that he must suffer from emotional apathy."

Zhuang Yan calmly asked, "in other words, Dr. Ji doesn't feel that he is suffering from emotional apathy, is he?"

Ji Wenbin thought for a moment, only said: "as far as the information I know now, I can't make this judgment."

Zhuang Yan was not very satisfied with his reply and asked, "last time you said that Xie Ning should have received psychotherapy before."

Ji Wenbin: "I do have such a guess."Zhuang Yan was silent for a few seconds before he said, "what if I said this was the diagnosis made by Xie Ning's last psychological consultant?"

The other end of the phone seemed to be in a daze.

Then I think of the rustling sound of rustling, like Ji Wenbin taking notes of something.

"I don't know how the other side came to this conclusion." Ji Wenbin's gentle voice rarely mixed with a little doubt, "but I will take it as a reference."

Zhuang Yan asked, "in other words You don't quite agree with his diagnosis now? "

Ji Wenbin just said: "the consistency of the diagnosis of psychological problems has always been very low, because it does not have an objective diagnostic criteria, and the performance of the same patient at different times is not exactly the same."

Zhuang Yan: "so it is."

Ji Wenbin laughed: "for us, diagnosis is not the purpose, treatment is our purpose."

Ji Wenbin is indeed a very excellent psychologist. He is not impatient, his voice is always gentle and calm.

After chatting with him for a while, Zhuang Yan's irritable mood was relieved. He also mentioned Xie Ning's situation in the past two days.

Ji Wenbin gave several suggestions responsibly.

Before ending the call, Zhuang Yan remembered Xie Ning's fear of heights during the day and could not help describing it again.

Ji Wenbin rarely spoke a little louder: "wait a minute."

Zhuang Yan: "what?"

Ji Wenbin asked: "you mean he has acrophobia, right?"

"Yes."

Ji Wenbin thought for a moment and then asked, "how did he answer you when you asked him how he felt when he looked down?"

Zhuang Yan recalled: "he said: I feel like I will jump."

Ji Wenbin asked, "are you sure you remember correctly?"

Zhuang Yan's brain flashed over and over again at that time, affirming: "there is not a word wrong."

Ji Wenbin was silent again.

Zhuang Yan unconsciously lowered his voice: "what's the problem?"

At that time, he felt that there was something wrong with him, but he was just interrupted. He would think about it again and again, and suddenly his eyes widened.

Ji Wenbin asked: "why jump, not fall?"

Zhuang Yan's hand was tight with his mobile phone.

"You mean..."

"It's normal for most acrophobia patients to be afraid that they will fall when they are high. But jumping down is a very active action. "

Although Ji bin once said that he was a bit arbitrary

The author has something to say: Zhuang Zhuang: I think this chapter is actually very sweet. Of course, Ningning is sweeter.

Ning Ning (suffered a double killing)

the plot of the previous chapter has been changed. For details, see the words in the previous chapter ~

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