2nd of Jan, Wednesday, Sunny

Potatoes rice. ^_^

It’s been a while since I cooked last time. Began to miss the stewing lotus roots, the stewing radish, the stewing Huaishan…ok, anything that’s stewed. For me, stewing is the most powerful cooking to send the cold away in chilly winter days. I went to buy a very cute autamatic rice cooker in Parknshop last night. The price, to be very honesty, is much expensive than I saw in Taobao. However, I liked the salesman. Very polite and very gentle. Then, I bought it. Exactly the same reason why I bought a Samsung Galaxy note with three thousands but never use it freqently: there was a very polite salsman.

With the cooker, I began to rearching for recipes again. Besides potatos, what else can I cook, or, I am interested in? With the cooker, I began missing 师兄 again. I missed the orange which he has been sliced because he knows that I am too lazy to eat the fruit with the excuse “troublesome”. And I missed him because he can help me to open the bottle of bear I have bought last night—I forgot the bottle opener. And I missed him because I wanted to make and cook dumplings by myself but find I need a bigger stomach to help me to digest it. And I missed him because he can feed my empty stomach with the 趣多多cookies in the middle night when I can find no snacks in my room but in his rooms. And I wonder what present he will bring to me when he is back from Macau with his girlfriend.

Yes, he has a girlfriend, which I can tell he likes very much. But this is not a heart-breaking news. It’s a good news. Good guys deserve good love. I like him, but not that kind of flavor. He’s just like a brother, a very kind-hearted brother. He is a mysophobia while I am not, or to be more exactly, I like everything disordered because I only feel warm and conforatble in a disorder environment. This disorder is, er, lack of good arrangement, but not dirty, definitely not dirty. So, with such a big contract you can see why he never takes a seat every time he sends a dish of fruit to me. “Take a seat.” I’ve repeated thousands of times, but “No, thanks.” is his answer. Sometimes, he does seat himself, but in his own chair! He just brings his chair along with him when he wants to sit down… Then, I give up. “Don’t sort the room out for her, ” every time when a girlfriend of mine comes, he will broke into my room and somehow strike a conversation with them. And he never forgets to remind them that “Don’t sort out the room for her, for anyway, she will make it messy again after a few days.” My smile freezes at this moment. I’m not angry for his words. On one hand, all the girls I bring back is my good friends—they’ve known who I am. On the other, instead of annoy, I feel happy. He knows me also. And he doesn’t care of such a disordered girl. Then, I take him as my brother. And I like this brother very much. He is more realer that any guys who say “I love you”, “I want to be with you” via MSN.

Er, ok, somehow this diary turns to be the description of 师兄? Anyway, 21:37 now, take a hot hot hot shower and do some reading. Then, sleep. Good night.