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Chapter 15

Chapter 15: It's okay, it's fine

　　Boom...
　　Thunder hits like the gods threw the spear, through the sky, tearing the dim black sky, pouring a moment of daylight.

　　Wilderness thunder, rain roar. Ji Mian inclined his head and whispered, "It's thundering."

　　The weather of the capital star is regulated by the star network, always mild and sunny bright, even if it rains it is  light, light only to create an atmosphere of rain.

　　This kind of rainstorm, he has only seen a few times in the capital star, and it was hard to forget.

　　Chu Shiye was standing in front of the stove with his apron tied, sniffed and walked over and pulled the curtains closed.

　　"Don't be afraid," he said, "thunder will only strike the bad guys."

     straightening up just a little, without the thump of a sneer "You seem to be pulling the leg of a child.

　　Chu Shiye: "When I was a child, this is how my father coaxed me."

　　The father he was referring to was certainly not the biological father he had never met, but his teacher and also his adoptive father.

　　Ji Mian held up the water cup: "He was really good to you."

　　Chu Shiye nodded and picked up the spatula for frying.

　　"And then what?"

　　Ji Mian: "Put the oil first, don't sprinkle salt into the empty pan like you did just now."

　　Chu Shiye did as he was told.
　　Ji Mian: "Ah, put too much."

　　"But it does not matter, in any case, first put the meat down to fry a ...... remember to turn over, the action should be fast."

　　Chu Shiye face calm, lifting chopsticks as if surgical precision serious.

　　Ji Mian came closer to observe: "Your hands are very steady."

　　Chu Shiye: "I'm used to it."

　　JiMian: also, after all, he often make those complicated gadgets at night.

　　Chu Shiye: After all, he often dismembered the carcasses of wild beasts in the wilderness.

　　The meat steak was fried in the frying pan, emitting a slightly charred meat fragrance. Ji Mian said, "It seems much better than just now, now ready to sprinkle some seasoning ...... eh? Just a little bit will do!"
　　"Wait, did you forget to turn those pieces of meat. Ah, paste."

　　"Don't add water, adding water won't save the dead meat oh."

　　"Want to make it into a soup? ...... That's fine, maybe we can make a new dish."

　　"No carrots, thanks, I hate carrots."

　　After a lot of work, a pot of fried pork chops stewed tomato soup was brought to the table, black and red colorful, a look at the very delicious.

　　The only thing is that something doesn't smell right.

　　Ji Mian: okay, at least not bubbly. And his body has now recovered, so ...... it should be okay.

　　He silently picked up the bowl and took a sip.

　　Chu Shiye eyes contain a little expectation: "How is it?"

　　Ji Mian: "......"

　　He quietly put down his chopsticks.
　　Unblinkingly looked at Chu Shiye.
　　Chu Shiye: "......"
　　Chu Shiye sighed: "Got it."
　　He sulked and took a sip of soup.