After My Ex-Boyfriend’s White Moonlight Proposed to Me

Chapter Forty-Five

I 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 again, and put it aside in a small basket.

Originally, Zhuang Yan wanted Aunt Chen to stay and eat together, but Aunt Chen rushed back to take care of her little grandson, helped them clean the ingredients for the hot pot and hurried away.

When Zhuang Yan returned home, he turned the corner and bought fresh beef and mutton at the vegetable market. He was afraid that the meat tasted too strong, so he bought it without the taste.

Then I bought goose intestines, hairy belly and beef louver according to Xie Ning's taste.

Zhuang Yan avoids these internal organs for fear of being unclean, but Xie Ning loves them.

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

"In fact, the authentic Sichuan hot pots don’t contain meat. They just rinse the viscera like yellow throat and hairy belly." Xie Ning watched Zhuang Yan put the hot pot bottom into the boiling water, and couldn’t help licking his lips, “put beef and mutton. It’s the hot pot habit in the north."

Zhuang Yan smiled: "I don't care about it. Although we eat Sichuan hot pot, now that people in the north, we have to go to the countryside and do what the customs do."

Xie Ning also smiled when he said: "I am also a northerner, how can I say that I am going to the countryside and do what the customs do."

Zhuang Yan: "I remember what you said like this. You lived in the South when you were a kid, and the yellow-throated hairy belly was also the taste that you developed back then?"

Xie Ning shook his head, "I live in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, and I'm far away from Sichuan."

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

Xie Ning recalled: "Eat it all, including beef and lamb, yellow-throated belly, and seafood...like a chowder, you can cook everything in it."

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

But Xie Ning seemed reluctant to bring up the matter at that time, and changed the subject several times.

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

Zhuang Yan stood up and smiled: "No hurry."

Xie Ning wondered: "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Yan asked him back: "Do you know the essence of hot pot?"

Xie Ning thought for a while, then replied hesitantly: "Well spicy enough?"

"No." Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows. "The essence of hot pot is the bottom of the pot and the dipping sauce."

He walked to Xie Ning's back, pressed a button on his shoulder, and said quickly, "You will rinse your favorite first, and I will make you some sauce."

Since you are eating Sichuan-style hot pot, the dipping sauce is naturally based on sesame oil and garlic mash. There are not as many seasonings as hot pot restaurants at home, so dry dishes are naturally impossible to make.

Zhuang Yan flipped through it and added some chopped green onion and vinegar. Xie Ning didn't like coriander, so he didn't put it. Finally, he added a little sugar to make it fresh.

After he finished the adjustment, he turned his head and found that Xie Ning had followed him to the kitchen at some point.

Zhuang Yan looked at him in his spare time: "What? Come steal the teacher."

Xie Ning dumbly: "A sauce that can be called a thief?"

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Of course, the sauce I made can be different from those outside. It's delicious."

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

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

"Why? Don't believe it?"

Xie Ning was alert and was about to shake his head.

However, before he had time to say "No", Zhuang Yan quickly took up some dipping sauce with his fingertips and sent it to Xie Ning's mouth to taste.

Xie Ning: "..."

The lips were cold at first, and then the scent of the dipping sauce spread, and Xie Ning subconsciously licked the tip of his tongue.

Zhuang Yan rubbed his lips with his fingertips, pressed it lingeringly, and a squishy sensation swept across his fingertips.

His eyes darkened, and some part of his heart felt like fingers.

Xie Ning was also stunned, his eyes wandering around.

Zhuang Yan didn't let go of his hand, as if to outline the shape of his lips, he touched his lips and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Obviously, Xie Ning was asking about the dipping sauce, but Xie Ning was thinking about it, thinking he meant something.

The word "delicious" stuck in my throat, so shy that I couldn't spit it out.

A little smile filled Zhuang Yan's eyes: "What's your question, is it delicious?"

Xie Ning's entire face was redder than the spicy soup in the hot pot in the living room, and it took a long time to squeeze out two words: "... delicious."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yan quickly lowered his head and licked his lips, then returned to the taste: "It's really delicious."

"..." Xie Ning was caught off guard by Zhuang Yan's two consecutive critical strikes without a gap. His brain went blank for a moment. He stood there for a long time, moved his lips, unable to say a word.

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

Isn't the loss you have suffered before?

Isn’t the lesson learned before is not ruthless enough!

And Zhuang Yan...

Xie Ning recalled the immediate kiss, and the heat rose another slope.

He even thought a little arrogantly, "Kiss if you love it," he was used to it anyway.

...It seems something is wrong.

Zhuang Yan smiled and washed the hands he had just washed again: "Let's go, I'm stuffed in the kitchen again, the water outside is almost boiling dry."

Xie Ning glanced at him faintly, walked out slowly, and couldn't help but wonder who is to blame!

The hot pot was full of heat, and Zhuang Yan was afraid that Xie Ning would explode from the meal just now, so he walked over and turned off the air conditioner in the living room.

When he came back, Xie Ning hesitated to sit at the table and asked: "Why only adjusted a bowl of sauce?"

Zhuang Yan sat down next to Xie Ning, and the corners of his lips raised lightly. He learned his tone and said, "We share a bowl."

Share a bowl...

Xie Ning's ears were red again.

Zhuang Yan lowered his head and chuckled, putting the vegetables in the clear soup pot.

He knew how long the beef and mutton slices had to be shaved, but he didn't know much about yellow throat and hairy belly. Seeing Xie Ning's uncomfortable appearance, he used this to divert the subject.

"Goose intestines can be eaten in a few rinses. How long will it take for the hairy belly?"

Xie Ning was stunned for a moment: "It's about a minute, go up and down."

Zhuang Yan picked up a piece of hairy belly and put it in the pot: "I remember it when you said that."

He mentioned it seven times and immersed it in boiling red soup eight times. After confirming that the belly was cooked and not too hard, he dipped it in some sauce and put it on Xie Ning's plate.

Xie Ning blinked: "You don't want to eat?"

"I don't like to eat these." Zhuang Yan washed his goose intestines for more than ten seconds. "Tsk, this is the first time I personally serve someone like this. My mother doesn't have this treatment."

Xie Ning quickly said: "I can come by myself."

Zhuang Yan squinted his eyes: "This is the first time I did this. I was not very skilled, and I was disgusted with feelings."

How dare Xie Ning dislike him, blushing and shaking his head frantically: "No no."

While talking, he cooked Zhuang Yan two pieces of mutton in the same way.

I felt something was wrong after the feeding.

When did they eat a hot pot so sticky!

The authentic Sichuan hot pot is not ordinary spicy, Xie Ning was panting because of the spicy, but it was not good enough.

Zhuang Yan took him a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator: "It's not suitable to drink milk at this time, this will be just a bit."

Xie Ning took a sharp sip, and the cold liquid rolled down his throat, feeling comfortable.

After a hot pot meal, Xie Ning was a little braced, feeling that his stomach was bulging.

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

"What are you rushing to do for Aunt Chen's job?" Zhuang Yan was amused. "Why don't you rush to paint if you have inspiration today?"

Xie Ning hesitated for a while, and saw that Zhuang Yan had just put the things in the sink, and opened the window to dissipate the smell of the living room, without intending to wash the dishes himself.

Then he was rushed upstairs by Zhuang Yan: "It's a bit cold after the wind has passed, so go up and stay."

When Xie Ning stayed in the studio honestly, Zhuang Yan suppressed the smile on his face and found a quiet corner to contact Ji Wenbin.

"Contact me specifically, is there anything you want to consult?"

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

"I know." Ji Wenbin responded, and then paused for a few seconds before asking, "Are you suspecting that Xie Ning suffers from emotional apathy?"

Zhuang Yan didn't speak.

Ji Wenbin thought for a while and asked, "What caused you to have this suspicion?"

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

"such as?"

Zhuang Yan thought for a while, and replied: "For example, he is very indifferent to others, he never cares about the evaluation of outsiders, and his empathy is poor."

Of course, there are many inconsistencies. For example, he doesn't think Xie Ning can't experience feelings.

When he asked Xie Ning if he liked him that day, Xie Ning definitely said he liked it.

Zhuang Yan didn't think he was lying.

Ji Wenbin seemed to smile, and then said sternly: "Mr. Zhuang, there is one thing I hope you can understand. People’s psychological problems are not simply 1+1=2. Psychological evaluation and diagnosis is a very complicated and prudent thing. Even if Xie Ning has a variety of consistent symptoms, it does not mean that he must suffer from emotional apathy."

Zhuang Yan asked calmly, "In other words, Doctor Ji doesn't realize that he suffers from emotional apathy, does he?"

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

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

Ji Wenbin: "I do have such a guess."

Zhuang Yan was silent for a few seconds before saying, "What if I said, this was the diagnosis made by Xie Ning's last psychologist?"

The other end of the phone seemed to be taken aback.

Then I remembered the rubbing sound of rustle, as if Ji Wenbin was writing something.

"I don't know how the other party came to this conclusion." Ji Wenbin's gentle voice is rarely mixed with doubts, "but I will use it as a reference."

Zhuang Yan asked: "In other words... don't you 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 standard, and the performance of the same patient at different times is not exactly the same."

Zhuang Yan: "That's it."

Ji Wenbin laughed: "For us, diagnosis is not the goal, but treatment is our goal."

Ji Wenbin is indeed a very good psychiatrist. He doesn't speak irritably, and his voice is always gentle and calm.

After chatting with him for a while, Zhuang Yan's original irritability disappeared a lot, and 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 couldn't help describing it again.

It is rare for Ji Wenbin to have a louder voice: "Wait."

Zhuang Yan: "How?"

Ji Wenbin asked: "You mean he has a fear of heights, right?"

"Yes."

Ji Wenbin thought for a while, and then asked: "When you asked him how he would feel when looking down, how did he answer you?"

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

Ji Wenbin asked: "Are you sure you remembered it correctly?"

Zhuang Yan flashed the scenes in his mind repeatedly, affirming: "There is nothing wrong with a word."

Ji Wenbin was silent again.

Zhuang Yan lowered his voice unconsciously: "Is there any problem?"

He also felt that something was wrong at the time, but he was interrupted by his thoughts. He would ponder over and over again and suddenly his eyes widened.

Ji Wenbin asked back: "Why did you jump down instead of falling?"

Zhuang Yan held the phone tightly.

"what do you mean……"

"Most people with acrophobia are afraid that they will fall when they are in high places. This is normal. But jumping is a very active action."

Ji Wenbin said: "Although it is a bit arbitrary to say this, I suspect that he has, or has been suicidal."

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

Ningning: ... (tragically double-killed)

The plot of the previous chapter has been changed, see the story in the previous chapter for details~

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