Wei Qian really didn't have much talent for cooking. For example, it was unrealistic to expect him to cook a full banquet. But he was not a born uncle after all. He still had basic survival skills like cooking, and he could basically cook the home-cooked meals he ate.

In addition, Wei Qian has an extra skill, which is his nimble hands and feet.

If it were to be put into a cooking competition, the color, aroma and taste of the finished product might be mediocre, but it would definitely have an absolute advantage in terms of speed.

Wei Qian has the ability to cook a table of dishes in the shortest time possible, and his knife skills are amazing, no matter whether he is slicing or dicing, he can do it quickly and neatly. He has two miraculous achievements - he has never cut his hand or been burned.

However, on this day, when he was helping in the kitchen at night, he unexpectedly got his hand scratched by the edge of the pancake pan and a layer of skin fell off.

It can be seen how confused he is.

Wei Zhiyuan grabbed his wrist and kicked him out of the kitchen. He frowned and looked at the wound carefully, then stuffed his claw into cold water.

"Does it hurt?" Wei Zhiyuan asked with a frown, feeling that he was the one being burned.

Wei Qian said absentmindedly: "It's okay."

Wei Zhiyuan's hands moved gently, but he said angrily: "You deserve it, Comrade Wei Qian. I think you have the symptoms of Parkinson's disease. You were able to get burned by the edge of the pot with a half-foot-long wooden shovel. Tell me, how talented you are."

Wei Zhiyuan is becoming more and more rude to him. He appears to be a gentle and refined young man when he goes out, but in private he sometimes seems like he is possessed by former Director Wei.

Unfortunately, Mr. Wei had already evolved into his ultimate form. He waited calmly for Wei Zhiyuan to finish his scolding, and then slowly ended the battle with three words.

"A chatterbox." Uncle Wei commented accurately.

"You're just an asshole." Wei Zhiyuan accused, paused, and said sourly, "It's a good thing for Xiaobao to get married. Why are you so distracted?"

Wei Qian's expression changed immediately: "Don't mention it!"

"Let's face it," Wei Zhiyuan spared no effort to poke at his sorrow, "You are the one who will host the engagement party tomorrow, right?"

Wei Qian shook off his hand on the spot, turned around and went back to the house without saying a word.

That's what happened. Song Xiaobao - Miss Song Lili, is about to get married. It is the coldest time of the year now, and both parties have agreed to get engaged first, and then choose a good day to hold the wedding formally when spring comes and flowers bloom.

It was a fantasy. The man was called Cui Xu, a taciturn engineer who worked on spacecraft. His biggest hobby was collecting Miss Song Lili's movies, and he had always been a fan of her secretly. Who knew that it was fate that one day, these two people who had nothing in common happened to take the same flight. Engineer Cui mustered up the courage to talk to his idol, and they actually got together.

That night, Wei Qian couldn't sleep for most of the night. He kept tossing and turning in bed as if he was afraid that the pancakes would not be heated evenly.

When he turned to the 108th page, Wei Zhiyuan finally couldn't stand it anymore and hugged him: "You don't want to sleep? If you move me again, I will be worse than an animal."

Wei Qian was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "I don't think it's appropriate."

Wei Zhiyuan opened his eyes a little and asked in confusion: "What's inappropriate?"

"Xiaobao and that Cui Jia."

Wei Zhiyuan took a deep breath, retracted his arms, and hugged him tighter. He rubbed his nose against Wei Qian's neck, and patiently asked, enduring the discomfort of being ignored: "Why is it not suitable again? When Xiaobao brought her back, you were relieved to see that she didn't find a boyfriend like the fake foreigner who had been hanging out with her for years, right?"

Wei Qian frowned and began to criticize: "I think he looks average."

Wei Zhiyuan raised his hand in the dark, rubbed Wei Qian's lips, and said perfunctorily: "Well, I'm not as good as you - but I'm not ugly, I just have a good personality."

Wei Qian: "Too boring, can't talk."

Wei Zhiyuan sighed: "You are good at talking. You can hurt people with your mouth. Only I can tolerate you. In fact, it's better for him to be quiet. Isn't Xiaobao enough to make noise?"

Wei Qian: "No, the problem is that the guy's life and work are too far away from Xiaobao. The two of them are not in the same circle at all. How can they get along?"

Wei Zhiyuan's eyes twitched: "You are too nosy. They can't even talk to each other. How can they stay together for that long? You say this is not good, then tell me, what kind is good? How many heads do you want for a brother-in-law?"

Wei Qian was speechless. He lay flat in the dark, staring at the ceiling.

There is nothing wrong with Xiaobao's boyfriend. He is well-educated, promising, hardworking, and most importantly, he is decent and down-to-earth. But Wei Qian is not happy. This has nothing to do with Cui Xu. No matter if he is an engineer, a star, a rich man or anything else, even if he is a superman with three heads and six arms, Wei Qian feels that he will not be satisfied.

Because from then on, whenever his little sister talked about "going home", she no longer meant coming to his place. Her room and old things would always quietly occupy one side, and she would probably only come back to visit during the holidays.

When she settled down and had her own children, the girl thought of her brother and they went from being "dependent on each other" to "relatives of our family."

His annoying little girl would never rush over to him when he opened the door and say, "I'm so tired, so hungry, and so greedy, brother, I want to eat big red crabs!"

Wei Qian thought back to his youth when he always felt that this family was a heavy burden for him, especially since Xiaobao was late in maturing and very ignorant when he was little. He remained silent countless times under the suffocating pressure, and then in silence he fantasized about getting rid of these old and young people who hung on him and pressed him so hard that he couldn't even straighten his back.

And now, Xiaobao will finally no longer rely on him, and may no longer need him.

At this point, Wei Qian's feeling of being left with nothing and feeling as if someone had dug a hole in his heart became real.

Wei Qian finally became speechless, changed himself into a slightly more comfortable position, and patted the back of Wei Zhiyuan's hand: "Well, go to sleep."

Wei Zhiyuan keenly heard something strange in his voice, and his sleepiness suddenly disappeared. He stared at Wei Qian for a while in the dark, and then his fingers quietly slipped into Wei Qian's pajamas.

It was not until his actions started to go too far that Wei Qian suddenly came back to his senses from his empty sadness: "Just go to sleep and be quiet."

Unfortunately, he stopped it too late.

Wei Zhiyuan turned over, pressed down one of Wei Qian's arms with his weight, pressed down the other arm with his elbow, blocked his mouth, and quickly stripped off Wei Qian's tightly fitting pajamas and threw them to the side of the bed, then began to move his hands all over him with ease.

After an unknown amount of time of torture, Wei Zhiyuan finally let him go.

Wei Zhiyuan gently stroked Wei Qian's eyebrows and eyes, leaned over and kissed him gently before the afterglow faded, and asked jealously: "Isn't it enough to have me?"

Wei Qian's spine was still numb. He weakly touched Wei Zhiyuan's chin and said, "How can it not be enough? Even if I have you, I think it's too much."

Wei Zhiyuan bit his finger and ground it with his teeth.

"That's enough, baby," Wei Qian's voice got lower and lower, "I really won't come anymore. I'm so sleepy. Let me sleep for a while."

This time, Wei Qian really didn't have the energy to point out his brother-in-law's weaknesses. Before he finished speaking, he fell asleep.

Wei Zhiyuan gently put Wei Qian's hand back into the quilt, hugged him again, and recalled carefully - when he was young, he hoped that Xiaobao would be taken away by his grandmother. Later, when she came back, he tried his best to compete with her for favor, just to monopolize his brother. At that time, he was like a little wild animal who couldn't walk steadily, and already had his own sense of territory.

Later, he found out that he was still a human being, and his brother's "territory" was not someone he could occupy just by taking advantage of his surroundings, so he had to retract his claws and live in peace with Xiaobao.

Gradually, he found that his feelings had deteriorated, and his possessiveness became more uncontrollable. The unstable adolescence made him like a firecracker that would ignite at any time, always rising and falling with Wei Qian's smiles and frowns. At that time, Wei Zhiyuan thought: Big Brother belongs to me alone.

Later, he was forced to travel across the ocean and spent the longest four years of his life. He studied hard, traveled to many places, and thought he had gained enlightenment. He decided with a desperate move that was almost like sacrificing himself, that if that person was happy, even though it was difficult for him to give up, he would still be able to let go and not disturb her.

So what now?

Wei Zhiyuan's chest was pressed against Wei Qian's naked back, and he could feel their heartbeats almost in sync. He discovered that the excitement of "even Xiaobao is getting married, and from now on he will finally belong to me completely and utterly" once again revived from his vast and complicated thoughts and happily emerged.

"How bad." Wei Zhiyuan said to himself righteously, "She is still your sister, why are you doing this? Has her mental state degenerated in the past twenty years?"

Unfortunately, psychological preparation was completely useless, and the strange feeling of excitement in his heart just wouldn't go away.

Wei Zhiyuan's mouth curled up.

He knew that the desire in his heart had never disappeared, and all the spiritual practice could not eliminate the weeds in his heart that would grow again when the spring breeze blew. But for Wei Qian, he was willing to endure the pain, just like a little boy in college running wildly in the snow just to coax his sick girlfriend to eat a few bites of hot wontons - when you love someone, you always want to do something for him that may seem cheap to outsiders, as long as he is happy.

But now that the snow has stopped, maybe he can push his luck a little further?