This room was the reception room of the steel mill in the past, with a toilet. Although it was abandoned, it still had a master and water was always there, so Li Yan snatched the first house.

This place looks quite desolate, but except for the warm weather close to the factory, it is not entirely unavailable here. It is like them who find people who are idle, but they are not as diligent as they do.

Gu Fei doesn't come here often, but today he wants to invite Jiang Cheng to dinner, but he doesn't want to be too far away from home, and there are no decent restaurants nearby. When Jiang Cheng said it doesn't matter, he thought of this.

"There is no heating here?" Jiang Cheng sat on the sofa and stomped his feet.

"Make a fire by yourself," Gu Fei took a igniter from the table and threw it to him. "The bag next to the sofa is carbon. Find some rag strips outside...will you make a fire?"

"Yes." Jiang Cheng got up and went out. After two seconds, he suddenly hit the door and came in again. He held a piece of rag in his hand, with a stiff expression on his face.

Gu Fei was holding a pack of disposable plates and was about to divide the dishes first, but was startled by his movements: "What's wrong?"

"Fuck," Jiang Cheng pinched the rag with two fingernails, "I just picked up this thing... There was a dead mouse below! I was so scared!"

"Then are you still holding it strongly?" Gu Fei was a little confused.

"I think it should be easy to use, so I became strong..." Jiang Cheng threw the rag into the brick stove, "It should be enough to use it to ignite the fire."

"You can find something else to ignite the fire by walking ten steps. There are no dead rats below." Gu Fei continued to put the dishes on the plate.

"It's so cold that I don't want to move," Jiang Cheng squatted in front of the stove. "I think I've practiced it now. There are cockroaches in Li Bao's pot."

"He doesn't cook normally, so he can keep food where he plays cards." Gu Fei said.

"I can see it," Jiang Cheng lit the cloth, "If you want to take care of the bed, it's probably his house can be sold."

"I can't sell it," Gu Fei took the pot to the faucet in the toilet and washed it, and took a pot of water out. "The houses are all from the original steel mill, and most of the people here are so poor that they are left with themselves."

"...Oh." Jiang Cheng put two pieces of carbon into the fire, staring at them as if he was a little dazzled.

After the carbon was ready, Gu Fei put a pot of water on it, then smashed two pieces of ginger and threw it in, followed by a small bag of wolfberry and red dates.

"Cook soup?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Well," Gu Fei held the lid of the pot, "Do you like drinking soup or eating meat?"

"...what does it mean?" Jiang Cheng looked at him in confusion, "You cook a pot of chicken, and then just let me pick the same between drinking soup and gnawing meat?"

Gu Fei sighed: "No, if you put the chicken in cold water, the soup will be thicker and delicious. If you put the water on, add the chicken, and the chicken will taste more."

"Oh," Jiang Cheng replied in surprise, "Why?"

Gu Fei felt that Jiang Cheng's reaction perfectly reflected the quality of a real academic master, without common sense and desire for knowledge, but he did not want to explain to Jiang Cheng: "Just tell me which kind you like."

"Tang." Jiang Cheng answered briefly and took out his cell phone.

"Yeah," Gu Fei put the chicken into the pot and covered the lid. "The chicken is cooked, so let's grill it first."

"Okay," Jiang Cheng stood up while looking at his cell phone, "What am I going to do?"

"Eat." Gu Fei replied.

Li Yan and his group especially like to barbecue here, so they have a lot of stuff. After Gu Fei put the barbecue rack up, he grabbed some carbon from the stove. Today, the meat they bought was ready-made, and they just brushed the ingredients and baked it. It was very simple.

"Put chicken in cold water, the taste of chicken will be completely released as the temperature rises, so the soup will be very strong," Jiang Cheng sat by the stove, baking on fire while looking at his phone, "Put chicken in boiling water, the outer skin of the chicken will instantly cook, and the flavor will be sealed inside. In this way, the chicken will taste stronger... right?"

"…Yes," Gu Fei glanced at him, "Do you still have to take a note?"

"This kind of thing is not usually required to memorize the original text, just understand the meaning." Jiang Cheng also looked at him.

Gu Fei turned his head and started brushing the meat. When Jiang Cheng said this, he looked very academically. He was the type of person who could not continue to speak after he opened his mouth.

"Do you always gather here? There's so much stuff," Jiang Cheng stood next to the barbecue grill, "Even there is cumin?"

"There are all cumin pepper and chili powder, but I don't know if it has expired or not, and I don't know when they bought it." Gu Fei said.

"...Day," Jiang Cheng took the bottle, "Let me see... the shelf life is 36 months, it should be fine. You won't come to eat more than thirty months ago."

"How long is 36 months?" Gu Fei took the bottle without raising his head and started to spread flour.

"Three years." Jiang Cheng said.

"At most half a month ago," Gu Fei said, "You are so particular. I usually eat it when I smell it without a strange smell."

"You have to eat like this because you can't figure out the shelf life." Jiang Cheng said.

"Yes," Gu Fei glanced at him, "It's incomparable to the meticulous life of a top student."

The meat skewers started to drip oil down after a while, and the smoke filled the room began to emit a strong fragrance.

Grilled skewers are not technically difficult, and Gu Fei looked very skilled, so Jiang Cheng didn't help and sat back next to the chicken soup and roasted it on fire.

It was quiet outside the house, the sky had completely darkened, and the open window was like a piece of black cloth, which made people feel a little cold, but the stove and barbecue grill in front of them were bright flames, which was very stable.

This feeling is very wonderful, just like sitting in a small cornmeal steamed bun that day, there was a cold street outside, and the wind was cold, and the car was quiet.

Now outside the window is the dark unknown and uneasy, but in front of you there is bright and warmth.

Jiang Cheng likes this feeling very much.

After so long, he has been here with depression and anger, confusion and confusion, and all kinds of discomforts. Until today, until now, he suddenly feels like he is stepping on the ground.

Although this feeling may be temporary or just a sensory illusion, he still couldn't help but want to experience it quietly at this moment.

"Can you eat spicy food?" Gu Fei asked.

"Just as long as you want, don't be too much," said Jiang Cheng.

Gu Fei sprinkled some chili powder, put a few skewers on a plate and handed them to him: "Try it, I like it, it's a bit muddy, these skewers are not muddy."

"I also like something a little burnt," Jiang Cheng took a string and took a bite, "It tasted pretty good."

"I thought you all don't eat burnt foods. The shelf life depends on it. Why don't you worry about eating it if you are poor and cause cancer?" Gu Fei continued to grill the meat skewers on the rack.

"Are you annoying?" Jiang Cheng said while eating, "How much resentment do you have to be about the top students? You are so resentful."

"I have lived for almost 18 years. For the first time, I saw a real academic master, and my heart was overwhelming," Gu Fei put the remaining meat skewers on the plate, piled them up high, and then put them on a wooden box next to the stove that was pressed upside down as a table. "The academic master is still very depressed."

It is a very pleasant enjoyment to keep the fire and eat skewers when it is cold. Jiang Cheng didn't want to argue with Gu Fei for the time being, so he didn't say anything, but just bury his head to eat.

"Do you have some drink?" Gu Fei flipped through a cardboard box next to him, "I remember I didn't finish the wine I bought last time."

"It's white?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Nonsense, are you drinking beer on such a cold day?" Gu Fei took out a bottle of wine and put it on a wooden box. "A bottle of Niu Er touched you and me at this time."

Jiang Cheng looked at the bottle of wine, hesitated for a while and nodded: "Okay, come on."

When Gu Fei poured the wine, Jiang Cheng was shocked. He had never drunk white wine like this. However, given the chatting method between him and Gu Fei at any time, he did not speak and looked at Gu Fei silently putting a full glass of wine in front of him.

"Maybe you don't think it's necessary to say thank you," Gu Fei picked up the cup, "but you still have to say thank you again."

"Maybe you don't think it's necessary to say you're polite..." Jiang Cheng also picked up the cup, "But I still have to say you don't have to be so polite."

Gu Fei smiled, took the cup and knelt on his cup, and took a sip of wine.

Jiang Cheng glanced at his cup. The bastard drank a sip of white wine like beer, so he had to drink almost the same sip according to the specifications.

The wine burned from the throat to the stomach, and then rose up from the stomach, igniting the neck and ears.

Gu Fei glanced at him: "Don't you usually drink wine?"

"Don't drink white wine like beer." Jiang Cheng said, lowering his head and ate a bite of meat. In fact, it was quite satisfying to take a bite of fire in this cold world.

"You can just take a few sips," said Gu Fei, "Isn't you still injured?"

"I don't feel anything today," Jiang Cheng pressed the position of the wound. He really didn't feel anything. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "How is Gu Miao...?"

"I'm staying at home for the time being," Gu Fei took another sip of wine. "Yesterday the parent asked the parents of the other two children to go to school to make trouble together."

"Fuck!" Jiang Cheng frowned, "It must be what they did, so Gu Miao would react. She doesn't look at people directly at all."

"They were drawing on Ermiao's book," Gu Fei opened the lid of the soup pot, and the soup inside had already rolled up. He tasted it and added salt and MSG to it. "Emiao had to deal with it by himself, so I didn't go to the school to ask, and I didn't think she would deal with it like this."

Jiang Cheng could almost imagine what kind of paintings would be on the notebook. For such a big child, the child who "he is just a child" in the mouth of adults is often the cruelest.

He still remembered that when he was in elementary school, there was a child with a slightly lower IQ in his class who was excluded and bullied by almost the whole class. He even participated, as if he was afraid that if he looked different from most people, he would be treated the same way.

"Then will the school let Gu Miao go home?" Jiang Cheng said, "No matter the cause and effect, even if it is wrong to hit someone, you will not be allowed to go to the school!"

"The school did not agree to accept her. I begged the principal for a long time," Gu Fei paused, was silent for a while, and looked at him again, "Ermiao should go to a special school."

"...Is that right?" Jiang Cheng guessed that Gu Miao should have something wrong, but when he heard Gu Fei say the four words "special school", he still didn't know how to continue.

"She was born... something was a problem," Gu Fei sprinkled a bunch of meat and sprinkled some cumin. "I can't speak. I only spoke when I was two or three years old. I still said it was not easy to jump out in two or three words. I can't learn anything, and I can't express it. I feel hungry, thirsty, and I feel uncomfortable."

"Then she..." Jiang Cheng said nothing and didn't say anything. Gu Fei kept staring at the things in his hand while saying these words. He looked like he didn't care at all, but he could feel his depression.

Jiang Cheng didn't ask again, and Gu Fei didn't say anything further, what was the problem with Gu Miao, how did the scar on the back of her head come from? Is it really a fallen by Gu Fei's father as Li Baoguo said.

There are also rumors about Gu Fei’s world.

He was curious about all this, but he didn't plan to ask any further.

The chicken soup is very delicious. I wonder if it is because the hot chicken soup in Hantianer seemed particularly attractive. He felt so warm that his head was a little dizzy when he sipped.

"It's the chicken soup." Jiang Cheng sighed.

"You are the top student," Gu Fei took a sip of wine, took the cup in front of his eyes and shook it, "It's on it."

"...Oh," Jiang Cheng paused, picked up the wine and took a sip, and nodded again, "Yes."

Although the wine is high and Jiang Cheng doesn't drink much white wine, he is eating and drinking at this moment, and a cup of wine is almost overwhelming.
To be continued...