The Sea King Sends the Scumbags to the Crematorium | BL, MTL

Chapter 29: Make Him Jealous

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The thick soup in the pot gradually began to emit bubbles of varying sizes, with a light sheen of oil on the surface. Soon, the smell of the base material wafted out, and the small room was suddenly filled with steam and a mouth-watering aroma.

Lin Jianxi put the chopped potatoes and yam slices into the pot first, then added a small plate of mushrooms and vegetables, pressed them lightly with chopsticks, then sat down contentedly, took out various seasonings and began to make the sauce.

"Where's the meat?" Sheng Mingfeng had just washed his hands and smelled the aroma coming from the compartment. He used a colander to stir the pot up and down, but didn't find any meat. He couldn't help but wonder.

"It's better for your stomach to eat some vegetables first, and the soup tastes better at this time."

As he spoke, Lin Jianxi immediately scooped a small bowl for him and handed it to him, "Here, be careful, it's hot."

"That's quite exquisite." Sheng Mingfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, took the soup, blew on it, and then took a small sip. It really left a lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth, with a very special flavor.

"Oh, right." While waiting for the ingredients to be cooked, he suddenly remembered something. He immediately put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, then picked up his mobile phone from the table and lowered his head to search for it.

"I just recorded a demo of this new song, come and listen to it."

A demo is the most initial version of a song, with only the simplest accompaniment and vocals, and it sounds the most intuitive. So as soon as Sheng Mingfeng pressed the play button, his deep and pleasant voice came out from the speakers, echoing in the room for a long time.

He couldn't wait to pause the video before he started playing it halfway. He was eager to ask Lin Jianxi for his opinion: "What do you think?"

Lin Jianxi pursed his lips subconsciously, which was his usual expression when he was in trouble.

After thinking for a while, he did not answer directly, but asked a question first: "This song should be about the sweet life of a couple, right?"

Sheng Mingfeng nodded: "That's right."

"But..." He glanced at the blond young man cautiously, and spoke more hesitantly: "It sounds like these two people are living together quite well, and their relationship seems to be very ordinary."

"...I knew it." Upon hearing this, Sheng Mingfeng stretched out his long legs, collapsed on the chair with his arms and legs spread out, and let out a long sigh.

Although he is stubborn and hates being contradicted by others, he is very humble when it comes to music creation. He often reflects on himself and is able to listen to others' opinions.

"I felt it was not going smoothly when I was writing this time. I even felt sick after finishing some of the lyrics. There really was a problem." The young man scratched his hair in distress, his eyes full of disgust.

Seeing this, Lin Jianxi couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

If we strictly distinguish them by genre, Sheng Mingfeng is undoubtedly a full-fledged experiential singer. Whether he is composing or performing, he needs to completely immerse himself in it and become the character in the song in order to fully express the connotation of the song.

The styles of his previous works varied from lyrical to rock, and the subject matter was also very wide-ranging, and he had never made any mistakes. The only thing he had never tried was love songs.