you are in the depths of time [gl]

The live broadcast is over.

Across the screen, as soon as the live broadcast room was closed, the bustle of the barrage passing by was suddenly paused, as if all the noise was just an illusion.

It was already 12:30 in the morning, and the assistants went upstairs to gather and play games. Cheng Youyou was the only one sitting there in the living room on this floor.

In the second half of the live broadcast, she didn't remember what dishes she cooked or what she talked with the audience. The memory in her mind was only when she answered the barrage.

Why do you say that, haven't you already said goodbye, Cheng Youyou?

Why... still can't control yourself?

I couldn't control it eight years ago, and I still haven't made any progress eight years later.

Her eyes slowly looked around the hall. Every inch of the rent here was paid for by her own efforts after working as an anchor for the past few years.From the very beginning, I could only borrow the kitchen at home, and now I can buy myself a small house, and I came out to rent this place specially for the live broadcast, and personally arranged every place as it is now.

The small and cute succulent potted plants by the window, the row of light-colored wooden bookshelves on the wall, and even the pattern of the carpet in front of the stairs were all chosen by her.

She spent such a long time so that there would no longer be traces of Luo Zijin in the traces of her life, and she didn't even pay attention to that person's movements, thinking that she would slowly work hard to treat that person as a passer-by in her life.

A passer-by, a passer-by, always a guest who wants to pass by.

"Meow~" There was a sudden movement at the corner of the stairs.

A white puppet cat came down from the second floor nimbly, squatted at the corner and barked softly at her.The pair of sapphire blue eyes are beautifully set off by the white and long fluff, as if a noble queen has come to the territory.

There seemed to be something hanging on the standing light brown pointed ears, and a star shone brightly when illuminated by the light from the ceiling.

Cheng Youyou looked over, with a helpless smile in her eyes, she got up and walked over there:

"Why, are you hungry and want supper?"

"Meow~" it called out again, watching her walk over.

After walking up a few flights of stairs, Cheng Youyou saw something hanging on its ear, and reached out to pick it up. After seeing it clearly, his expression changed instantly.

"Big Meow, who let you into that room!" Her expression suddenly turned cold, she lowered her head and looked at the innocent cat.

However, Big Miao was not afraid of her changing face, instead, she stretched out her paws to scratch the thing she had picked up, which was an old hair rope with a pink fluffy ball that was a bit out of touch with the spring cord.

It is completely impossible for Cheng Youyou to appear in the present, but she treasures and puts away things.

She stopped talking to the cat owner, and took a few steps up the stairs holding the hair rope, and walked straight through the corridor on the second floor to the room at the end.

As he walked, he remembered that when Cheng Jin asked the cleaner to come to clean it in the afternoon, he sloppily didn't lock the door properly, so Big Meow slipped in.

——There was nothing of value in it, and the assistants followed her for a long time, and they were ordered not to enter that room early in the morning, and they were also very polite.

So there is only this accidental possibility left.

……

As soon as the door was pushed open, there was still a period of time many years ago, along with a cat's fur and the crooked storage box on the desk.

Big Miao didn't get anything to eat, so she followed her relentlessly, and now she was scratching her trousers impatiently at her feet, making a series of noises like she lost her temper.

Cheng Youyou blinked, regained consciousness from the trance, just scanned the room with his eyes, and then closed and locked the door again.

Slowly squatting down, she raised her hand to pinch its face: "How dare you beg me for food if you do something wrong? Huh? Why don't you drink wind?"

"Meow!" The puppet cat slapped her hand away and let out another ferocious cry.

Cheng Youyou couldn't be more vicious than this little ancestor, so he could only carry it downstairs, and while training it not to make trouble next time, he found cat food for her.

She didn't stop talking until the little ancestor poured it into the creamy yellow royal cat bowl, and the annoying big cat turned around and patted her beautiful lips with its paw.

There was obvious impatience in the jewel-like blue eyes.

Cheng Youyou: "..." Okay, sir.

Squatting by the side and watching Big Miao eating for a while, she propped her head and was in a daze for a while, her thoughts drifted uncontrollably to the matter of "Luo Zijin's closure".

Golden statue award.

It was an award that Cheng Youyou looked at from afar and could not even touch, it was shining golden.

This news was like a big cat's claws, scratching and scratching at the tip of her heart, making the reason, which was still struggling to the death and unwilling to give in, give in on the spot.

Getting up and walking to the sofa, picking up the tablet on the table, Cheng Youyou compromised with herself.

"Okay." Sighing, she said to herself, "Since you are so good, let me show you your new work as a favor."

……

The award-winning work is called "May I Live Long", and the story happened in Hong Kong in the 40s.

It is about a female student from Shanghai who travels across mountains and rivers to Hong Kong to find her lover, who she had promised her for life. However, her lover died and the Anti-Japanese War broke out, but she could not go back to her hometown.

Looking at this city, which is more prosperous than Shanghai, is turbulent in the chaos, and she is like a rootless duckweed, fluctuating with the situation in it, and has been involved in the resistance war of the local people several times.In the end, she fought with the local people, from a squeamish female student to a female warrior who dedicated her youth to this land.

When Zhao Wanru, played by Luo Zijin, first appeared on the stage, she was wearing a white floral cheongsam, holding a dark suitcase in her hand, and followed the crowd down from the cruise ship.

People around came to pick them up, and when they recognized their relatives, their greetings were raised several degrees; those who came to visit their relatives also had a happy face; and those who came to travel, like Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden, their faces were full of excitement.

Zhao Wanru heard the conversations of the people around her, and looked back at them calmly, her black and white eyes were very calm, and she had a familiar expression.She is obviously a female student from outside, but the calm and calm expression on her face seems as if she has been here thousands of times.

——As a result, the next second she turned her head, she tripped over a raised spot on the road.

With a sound of "Ouch", the foot in the thick-heeled leather shoes sprained, and the box flew several meters, and was thrown in front of a master pulling a rickshaw.The people who were visiting relatives nearby looked over one after another. The expression on Zhao Wanru's face couldn't hold back anymore. She could only apologize to the person while limping quickly to pick up the box and whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I am so sorry."

People around laughed loudly.

Under her shoulder-length short hair, her small earlobes were flushed with red.

Cheng Youyou, who was holding the tablet, couldn't help but burst out laughing with a 'puchi', pressed pause, and stared at the young and cute person on the screen, as if he could recall Luo Zijin's high school days through this character look.

After thinking about it for a long time, I realized that Zhao Wanru was pretending to be calm, and Luo Zijin—mostly it was real.

Thinking of Luo Zijin's appearance at that time, she found herself missing him a little bit.

After looking at the immature student on the screen for a long time, a voice from the bottom of my heart said: The acting is really good.

Reason stepped forward in time: Bah, it's none of your business, is it good or not?

Cheng Youyou's shoulders drooped, and she nestled back on the sofa, sulking with herself for a while.

With a sound of "咕——", the stomach and intestines began to feel a sense of existence.

Cheng Youyou glanced at the time, it was one o'clock in the morning.

So I stopped wrestling with my stomach, got up and walked into the kitchen where the light was still on, to see if there was something that could add to my late-night meal.

"Okay, forget about her after this meal." Cheng Youyou clenched her fists to cheer herself up.

……

There is still rice left in the pot that can be reheated.

The water was filled with kelp knots that were not used up in the soup at noon, a few fresh shiitake mushrooms were piled up on the desk, and there were frozen pork red, beef balls, ham, and lamb rolls in the refrigerator.

There was a cabbage in the basket, only a few tender cabbage hearts and a bag of corn remained.

From the spice cabinet, I dug out a section of sweet potato powder, as well as the ingredients for ordinary cooking: bay leaves, peppercorns, cinnamon, star anise, fennel, and dried chilies.

She decided to make a dish for herself.

Perfect for a late night party for one.

The spices soaked in cold water are poured into the oil pan and stir-fried. As the fragrant and spicy smell diffuses at the tip of the nose, sweet bean paste, tender yellow ginger slices, and minced garlic are added to the pan.

Then add chopped scallions and onions to make the spiciness slightly sweeter. When the fried seasoning is poured into the leftover kelp rib soup at noon, the smell wafting in the house can almost overwhelm you. Everyone in their sleep wakes up.

When the bright red spicy soup is bubbling, add beef balls, ham slices, pork red slices and sweet potato powder, and when it is half-cooked, add tender cabbage hearts, lamb rolls and crushed corn kernels——

With a spoon, the ingredients cooked in the spicy soup were put into a large dark brown porcelain bowl.

The filtered bright red soup drips down on the mouth of the delicious bowl, and the red oil rises from the bottom of the bowl, submerging the delicious dishes again.

A bowl of dishes soaked in the spicy and salty soup suddenly exudes a charming visual temptation, making Cheng Youyou, who couldn't find the chopsticks for a while, wishing to pick out a shiitake mushroom with cruciferous blossoms and try it out.

With the rice, she picked up a strip of sweet potato vermicelli. The wide brown vermicelli was boiled in the spicy soup until it was chewy.

His throat was choked by the spicy oil.

Cheng Youyou coughed, swallowed the sweet potato flour, and then picked up the fresh and tender mutton roll, the red and white lamb meat, the fat but not greasy taste after cooking, makes people cook three more dishes in an instant!

At this moment, the door of the upstairs room opened, and the howling voice of Zhang San, who had fought against Luo Zijin until midnight, came from the second floor unbearably:

"Boss, don't take you like this!"