The queen is a fanatic

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☆、Chapter 22

"...Hmm." Tang Zhiyi stared blankly at the shimmering moonlight on the ceiling, "Isn't it childish?"

"How childish," Gu Feiluan chuckled from the side, "very cute."

Tang Zhiyi smiled and closed his eyes: "Thank you."

Night is the time when a person's defense is weakest, and it is the most suitable time for a heart-to-heart chat.Gu Feiluan reckoned that Tang Zhiyi wasn't too sleepy at the moment, and the atmosphere was suitable, so he chatted with her slowly.

"Did you come to the show and asked for leave from the editorial department?"

When asking this question, Gu Feiluan actually felt a little uneasy. After all, this is a relatively personal matter. She doesn't know how familiar Tang Zhiyi is with herself.

Unexpectedly, Tang Zhiyi answered very easily and concisely: "I haven't worked for the past three months."

"why?"

"Probably was targeted, the editor didn't tell me the specific reason."

Gu Feiluan comforted her and said: "Encountering these things at work is a sudden disaster, slowly adjust yourself. I believe in you, you are a very good reporter, and you will definitely come back with glory."

Tang Zhiyi's tone was slightly cold, and he looked at the ceiling calmly and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't go back."

Gu Feiluan was surprised, she opened her mouth and wanted to ask her why, but she still had concerns after all, so she didn't ask.

However, Tang Zhiyi's chatterbox was opened, and he took the initiative to chat with her: "After returning home from the company, I thought about it for a few days, and I figured out one thing. But I have been a reporter for three years, and now I think of myself. It's funny what the original ideal was."

Gu Feiluan did not expect that Tang Zhiyi would suddenly say this to herself, as if she was back at the supper stall that night, but their identities were reversed, and now Tang Zhiyi is her back then, and she is the vinegary little cucumber sitting opposite .

"Why did you suddenly figure it out?"

Tang Zhiyi paused, and seemed to miss her, "Because... I used to be considered someone I knew. She was very persistent and hardworking. Now that I see how successful she is, I feel a little bit touched."

"What is your dream?"

Tang Zhiyi sighed almost inaudibly, and said, "During the college entrance examination, I was two points short of being admitted to drama, film and television, and finally went to the journalism department."

"You want to be a screenwriter?"

Shame and loss surged into Tang Zhiyi's heart together, her tongue was astringent, and every time she uttered a word, she felt extremely bitter in her heart: "I didn't repeat the reading, and now I'm just thinking about it."

Gu Feiluan wanted to comfort her, but Tang Zhiyi suddenly became cheerful again: "Not everyone has the opportunity to realize their dreams, I am not too bad now, I am already very satisfied."

Gu Feiluan stared blankly at the ceiling, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he didn't know where to start.

The two chatted for a while, the night swept over, and the sleepiness surged, and they fell asleep while chatting.

There are no mosquitoes to bother, the wind is clear and clear at night, the dark clouds are blown away, and the moon is very bright tonight.

The next day, Gu Feiluan was still the first to wake up. She woke up at six o'clock habitually, and the first thing she did was to go downstairs and make breakfast.

She put the mobile phone on the bedside cabinet into her pocket, walked into the kitchen, and found that there were many sachets on the table, large and small, arranged in groups of three and four in bamboo baskets, which looked like ones that had just come from The bamboo shoots dug out of the ground and cleaned are as lush as bamboo shoots, and exude a refreshing fragrance.

Gu Feiluan doesn't know why Tang Zhiyi makes so many sachets, but it's her hobby, it's good for fun, and it can also purify the air.Gu Feiluan put the bamboo basket on the dining table onto the stool below, wiped the table clean and turned to the stove to prepare for cooking.

I ate noodles the day before yesterday, and fried noodles yesterday. It was a very homely Chinese breakfast. Gu Feiluan searched and found an electric egg beater in the drawer, so she decided to make a pastry today.

Although there is no such thing as a microwave oven in the kitchen, with an egg beater, it is more than enough to make the simplest and delicious steamed cake.

Making a cake sounds cumbersome, but it’s actually a process of constant whisking and stirring. You don’t need to pay attention to the beauty of your home, and remove the greasy cream. Then you only need to pour the beaten batter into the mold and put it in a steamer. The next step is to wait.

Gu Feiluan moved a small bamboo chair to sit by the stove, adding more fire to the stove from time to time.It was the first time she tried to make cakes with the oldest stove and bamboo steamer, which was quite novel.

Most of the time in making pastry is usually spent waiting for the baking process. During this process, people have to stay there and stare at it from time to time, unable to go anywhere, but there is nothing to do.

So Gu Feiluan was very prescient and brought his mobile phone with him.

The heat in the stove was just right, and the steamer began to emit a scent along with the steam. Through the wall of the steamer, Gu Feiluan could almost imagine the cake growing vigorously inside.She leaned back comfortably on the back of the chair, turned on the phone, and wanted to make a call, but considering that there was still a camera in the kitchen, she adjusted the phone quietly so that the screen was facing away from the camera, and then opened WeChat with confidence.

"Do you remember the Tang Zhiyi I told you about last time?"

Wei had just caught a plane back to the company from abroad, and was lying on the sofa in the office with jet lag, when he received a message from Gu Feiluan, he replied with a question mark in seconds.

"?"

"Vinegared little yellow melon, remember?"

Wei Gang sent a question mark sincerely.

"?"

Gu Feiluan gave a "tsk", she was always too lazy to type, but now it is really inconvenient to speak, so she had to type patiently.

"Last time I told you that I used to have a fan when I was playing tricks, and I think Tang Zhiyi might be her. So I want to ask you, do you know Tang Zhiyi or Xiao Huanggua who is jealous?"

Wei Gang replied very directly: "I don't know Tang Zhiyi, but I know who is jealous of Huanggua. It's the one who used to comment on your Weibo every day."

Gu Feiluan's heart suddenly became aroused, and finally she had a clue, she quickly typed: "You know how to be jealous?!"

"I have to check every one of your Weibo carefully. I remember the jealous little yellow melon, but it has disappeared for 800 years. I guess this account has been cancelled. What are you still thinking about?"

"Actually, I met the jealous little huanggua once. At that time, she was still a college student, and she spoke softly and nicely. Now I feel more and more that Tang Zhiyi is her."

After a while, Wei just replied: "Have you taken a fancy to Tang Zhiyi?"

Gu Feiluan: "?"

"Don't imitate me, just say yes."

"I'm discussing with you the possible connection between Tang Zhiyi and that fan back then."

"You really fell in love with her." Who is Wei Gang? The old fox who has been in the circle for most of his life, after communicating twice, he can smell Gu Feiluan's body burning right now just through the screen. hormones.

"I just said, I can't, no wonder you... so you are..."

The two omitted sentence patterns are full of countless bitterness and emotion of Brother Wei.

Gu Feiluan felt that if he continued talking to him, he would be digging a big fire pit for himself.

"Let's talk about the matter, I'll cook, I won't talk to you."

Wei Gang held the cabinet door of the desk next to him, pushed it open and pulled it away, feeling boundless emotion in his heart.

On a summer morning, time passed quickly, Gu Feiluan put away his phone, and when he looked up, he found that the sun had come out.

The kitchen has already been enveloped by a faint milky aroma, steam is rising from the steamer, the cake is almost ready, and when the steamer is opened later, the aroma will be even stronger.

Gu Feiluan picked the last small piece of wood and threw it into the stove, when the flame inside was exhausted, the cake was ready.