The water column rushes out of the faucet and washes away half of the rice in the bowl on the spot. Because the filter has not been put back, the rice goes directly into the drain pipe.

"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo said.

"Just that," Duan Feifan said, "The uncle has nothing to do."

Jiang Kuo stirred the half-money rice left in the bowl with his fingers, and cleaned it. Then he carefully drained the water and poured it back into the pot.

Then I added water to the pot, and compared the water on my fingers. Duan Feifan took a visual inspection and it should be OK.

The next thing is simple. Put the pot into the rice cooker, cover it, plug it in, and press the rice cooker.

Duan Feifan went over and took out the stew he had packed. When he brought it back, there was still a little warmth. After they fought... No, after Jiang Kuo beat him, the food was already cold.

He found the pot and bowl, stove and microwave together, and soon the dishes were heated up.

While carrying the pot to the living room, Jiang Kuo asked: "Drinke soup with the pot?"

Duan Feifan went back to the kitchen, poured the soup into a glass soup bowl, and brought it out again.

After the food was served, the rice just started to steam.

"Eat the vegetables first?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo washed his hands and went over and sat down.

Duan Feifan sat opposite him: "Do you drink something?"

"No," said Jiang Kuo, "I want to drink that soup."

"Well," Duan Feifan took his bowl and served him a bowl of soup. "This is said to be a signboard, it smells quite fragrant."

Jiang Kuo lowered his head and took a small sip.

"How is it?" Duan Feifan asked.

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, and after a while he looked up at him: "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Duan Feifan answered truthfully.

"Have you ever regretted it?" Jiang Kuo looked at the soup in the bowl, "It would be fine if I didn't agree to it that day."

"There is no way to regret this," Duan Feifan said. "If you want to regret it, you have to regret it from the second you like you."

Jiang Kuo looked up at him.

"I have never regretted it," Duan Feifan said, "I will do it again...it will still happen."

"But you said just now, you said that you didn't want me to know at the beginning," said Jiang Kuo, "Is this a regret?"

Duan Feifan sighed softly, put down his chopsticks, and looked at Jiang Kuo: "I thought so before I spoke. I don't want you to know, and I don't know you either... But when I asked you to know, I just wanted you to know, can you understand what I mean? I don't want you to know, but when you asked me, I really want you to know."

"I understand." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"You didn't force me," Duan Feifan said, "I made all the decisions myself. I thought, I would do it. It's not your fault. I promised you because I wanted to."

"Are you used to looking for reasons on yourself?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It doesn't count." Duan Feifan said.

"Why push me?" Jiang Kuo asked.

Duan Feifan looked at him for a long time before realizing what he meant. He was silent for a while before speaking: "I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of?" Jiang Kuo frowned.

"I'm afraid that you have to choose this kind of life because you like it," Duan Feifan said. "It's not a day or two, not a few months, it's a year or two, maybe several years. You may feel that nothing is wrong, you are willing..."

Jiang Kuo looked at him with his chin.

"But I will be scared," Duan Feifan also looked at him, "If it weren't for me, how could you have such a choice? Even if you are willing."

"Duan Feifan," Jiang Kuo leaned forward, "You don't like me enough."

Duan Feifan couldn't control his eyebrows, and was surprised to raise his eyebrows.

"You don't like me so much that even if you feel sorry for me and make such a choice, you can't bear to say it," said Jiang Kuo. "You don't like me so much that I like me so much that I like me so much that I am selfish. You should think that don't let go. He is willing to live my life with me. I don't want to expose it, I don't want to push him away, as long as he is by my side."

"That's not liked it enough," Duan Feifan said.

"Maybe, maybe it's just not selfish enough," said Jiang Kuo, "You can't accept me because you become like you."

"I'm already selfish enough," Duan Feifan looked at him, "I'm just afraid that you won't stand these things and will stop you."

Jiang Kuo was silent for a while: "I like to hear you say this."

Duan Feifan sighed and rubbed his forehead. He felt that he could understand Jiang Kuo's words, but he didn't understand them very much.

"I am like this," said Jiang Kuo. "I will do whatever I want. I haven't thought too much. From your perspective, I have never considered anything from your perspective. If I like you, I will do everything I think I should do."

Don't reflect.

Jiang Kuo, don’t reflect.

Duan Feifan looked at him.

"Duan Feifan," Jiang Kuo reached out and tapped on the back of his hand, "What would you do if I really walked away? Would you be happy?"

Won't.

Duan Feifan didn't say anything.

"You don't want to live your own life," said Jiang Kuo. "So you keep me out of your life, just let me walk away."

"I just don't want you to experience everything." Duan Feifan said.

"Do you want to try it?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"What to try?" Duan Feifan asked.

"If I had enough, I would tell you," said Jiang Kuo. "Anyway, if you keep stopping me like this, I will not be able to stand it."

Duan Feifan frowned.

"Don't be so careful. I'm your boyfriend, not the responsibility you shoulder," said Jiang Kuo. "We are fighting today because of this."

"You beat me up unilaterally," Duan Feifan said.

"How is it?" Jiang Kuo smiled.

Duan Feifan took a deep breath, held it in for a while before he slowly vomited it out.

"Okay," Duan Feifan looked at him, "When you have any 'don't want', tell me you 'don't want'."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded.

In fact, it may not be able to do it, and neither of them may be able to do it, but at least there must be a conclusion. The fight cannot be vain, and the words cannot be vain. In any case, at least there is a direction.

The meal should be quite delicious in theory. They were indeed hungry and had eaten up all the dishes, but Duan Feifan had no impression after eating them.

"The rice is ready," said Jiang Kuo, "I'll make another bowl of rice."

"Well," Duan Feifan nodded, "Try the food you cook."

"This is the first pot of rice I cook in my life," Jiang Kuo entered the kitchen and picked out the whole rice cooker. "Can this be opened directly?"

"Yes," Duan Feifan said, "this is without pressure."

"It's open!" Jiang Kuo shouted.

Duan Feifan raised his hand and applauded him.

Jiang Kuo opened the lid of the pot and looked in: "Damn!"

Duan Feifan hurried over and took a look. The rice was cooked well. As long as the ratio of rice to water was right, it would be difficult for the rice cooker to be cooked and smashed.

"Isn't it good?" Jiang Kuo was a little proud.

"Awesome." Duan Feifan said.

"Are you a little perfunctory?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Damn!" Duan Feifan stood up and stared at the rice in the pot.

Jiang Kuo was startled: "What are you doing?"

"Who cooked this?" Duan Feifan looked at him, "Are you?"

"Ah." Jiang Kuo didn't react.

"That's so fucking good," Duan Feifan took the rice spoon, scooped a large spoonful of rice from the bowl, and pushed it into the bowl, "I can eat this rice..."

After he turned the spoonful of rice into the bowl, he saw that the rice below was sparse.

"Three bowls." Duan Feifan insisted on finishing his words.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Kuo looked at the rice in his bowl and scooped it in the pot with a rice spoon. He found that the rice on the pot looked dry, but in fact, it was all thin when scooped. "Can I still cook it? I put the water as I wrote on that method."

"That might be a recipe for cooking porridge," Duan Feifan said.

"Farting." Jiang Kuo said.

"Just put a little less water," Duan Feifan said. "The rice is different and the water is different. This pot probably belongs to the landlord, and it may be a problem with the pot."

"What should I do?" Jiang Kuo asked.
To be continued...