Paranoid boss wants to confess to me again

Chapter 37

Because of the weekend, Nanwen wakes up longer than usual at night, because even if he wakes up, he doesn't know what to do, so it's better to lie down and let his mind go.

It was around 11 noon when Nan Wen went downstairs. Nan Wen thought he was the only one at home, so he didn't wash and dress up, and he didn't even comb his hair, just left it in a mess.

But when Nan Wen walked to the refrigerator, he heard a slight noise from the kitchen, and his nose, which gradually regained its sense of smell, also smelled the aroma of food.

Nan Wen withdrew his hand that was about to touch the refrigerator door, pressed down his curled hair, and walked to the kitchen by the way.

Nan Wen originally thought that he was hallucinating, but only realized when he heard the voice talking to him. He didn't see the illusory scene.

"Are you up? Lunch will be ready soon."

Nan Jingran is very elegant even if he is playing with food in the kitchen, something that doesn't suit him very well, but Nan Jingran, who is wearing home clothes and holding a spoon, is more sparkly than he is in a suit and formal attire on weekdays Too much smell.

Nan Wen thought about it, and couldn't hold back the words.

"Brother, you seem to be a little easier to get close to than usual. I feel that you have more smoke and fire."

It was only after Nan Wen finished speaking that he realized what he had said. He felt a little uncomfortable and pressed the hair that hadn't been pressed down until now, and quickly opened his mouth to remedy it.

"I think it might be that the oily smoke gave you a smoky smell."

But what Nan Wen said in such a hurry, not only had no other remedial effect, but made the atmosphere even more embarrassing.

Although I was standing in the kitchen, there was really no trace of oily smoke in the kitchen, only the aroma of the cooked food and the slight heat from cooking. There was no such thing as oily smoke.

After Nan Wen finished speaking, his voice fell silent, and he felt that it was better not to speak, because the more he talked, the more chaotic he became.

And Nan Jingran also didn't speak for the time being, so all Nan Wen could hear now was the sound of pots and vegetables burning on the fire and the slight sound of the range hood smoking.

Nan Jingran skillfully stir-fried the vegetables in the pot, the smell of green pepper and shredded pork was really fragrant mixed together.

Nan Jingran said: "I also feel that this may be the case."

Nan Wen was a little stunned. He originally planned to find something to do, but he found that all the dishes that should be served were served out. It is not suitable to clean the kitchen now, because it will get dirty. I really don't know what to do for a while .

Nan Jingran seemed to see Nan Wen's discomfort, so he said, "You go out first."

Nan Wen left as he wished.

Nan Jingran put the last plate of shredded pork with green peppers on the dining table, hung the apron he took off on the hanger in front of the kitchen door, and walked towards Nanwen.

However, Nan Wen inexplicably lost the usual restless thoughts of wanting to leave, and felt that it would be nice to sit here and have a meal with his brother.

It turned out to be Nan Jingran who spoke first: "I don't know how to cook."

Although Nan Jingran's words were not very easy to answer, it was already very rare for him to take the initiative to talk to people, so there was no need to ask for anything more.

Nan Wen said quickly: "I don't know how to cook, but I feel that the food you cook seems delicious."

Nan Wen sniffed when he said this: "Because I feel very fragrant, and the appearance is much better than what I make, and I am not picky about food."

(End of this chapter)