Beautiful brother who often invites you to dinner

Lu Xianhao looked up and saw the owner of the house standing on the steps.

The man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked very masculine. He heard from the breakfast shop owner that he was nearly forty years old, but he didn't look like him in terms of appearance or figure.He was tall, and standing in front of the door, he actually made the two-meter-high door look cramped.The man put on a white vest in the cold autumn, showing Kong Wu's strong figure, wearing dark blue sweatpants, one side of the trousers rolled up, the fabric was splashed with mottled mud prints, as if he had just returned from farm work peasant.He frowned and stared at the uninvited visitor who appeared in the courtyard, and asked again: "Why are you here?"

Lu Xianhao entered other people's territory without permission, knowing that he was abrupt, he took out his business card from his breast pocket, and handed it over with both hands: "I'm sorry to bother you, Master Chen, my name is Lu Xianhao, it's..."

The business card in his hand was taken away, and the man had already walked down the steps. He looked down at the business card and interrupted him: "Is it that gourmet? I know, I bought a copy of your "Gourmet Roadmap."

Although the attitude is still in conflict, but the tone has eased a lot.

Lu Xianhao was slightly taken aback. "Gourmet Road Map" was written for fun after he spent two years eating and drinking in the north and south of the country. It was first serialized on a blog as an essay, and then was found by a publisher. A thing about writing recipes.Writing and writing unconsciously collected seven volumes, divided by region.Book sales were mixed, but it consistently topped the charts in the food category.

He didn't expect that someone would buy his book in such a remote place, let alone that someone would remember the author's name while reading the recipe.It's a cookbook after all, and the author biography printed on the inside fold of the cover is useless.

I was a little moved, but more because I felt lucky. If Chen Shiyi liked his book, then he would not refuse his request to learn how to make bean curd.

Lu Xianhao asked: "Do you still like the book? If you like it, I can give you a set."

As polite as a salesperson making a return call.

Chen Shiyi: "I don't like it. I just picked up the Chongqing chapter. I don't like spicy food."

Lu Xianhao: "..."

This is a bit embarrassing, it seems that I will not be able to become a book fan in the end.

He had no choice but to give up the approach, and told the truth: "Master Chen, I like your tofu flower very much, so I want to learn the production process from you. If you don't want the process to be made public, I don't need to write it in the book or use it for any commercial purposes." The purpose is purely a personal appreciation of the bean curd you made."

Chen Shiyi didn't make any detours with him, and said frankly: "Recently, I've been busy cleaning up my house and selling houses, so I don't have time, these..."

He pointed to the millstone in the yard and the cloth with hot soy milk: "Someone will come to collect it after this week, Mr. Lu, thank you for your appreciation, but you really came at a bad time."

Lu Xianhao inevitably felt regretful that such a good traditional craft would soon disappear.Knowing that he could not influence his decision, he still asked a little more: "Why did you leave? Is there an economic reason?"

Chen Shiyi closed his mouth, his face became cold and hard.

Lu Xianhao knew that he had chatted to death.

Before leaving, he thought for a while and said with a smile: "Master Chen, I heard that you have been making tofu curds for nearly 20 years. 20 years are enough to become the memory of a generation. It can bring warmth and emotional resonance to people. If one day, your bean curd disappears in the breakfast shop on the street, I believe many people will feel lost. That kind of taste will be hard to buy in the future, but if your craftsmanship can be passed on , those people you care about can still get back to the past with a bowl of tofu."

Chen Shiyi's eyes flickered.I have to admit that Lu Xianhao is easy to infect people, his voice is deep and sweet, whether it is his eyes or his smile, it is as soothing as a spring of water.His temperament is gentle, humble and polite, listening to him is like drinking a cup of fine Biluochun, sweet and sweet.

Lu Xianhao inadvertently raised his hand to brush over the grinding plate beside him, the surface of the disc was rough and slightly damp.He tapped his head with his fingertips and said, "Delicious food, to put it bluntly, is a good memory."

"Finally, I wish you a smooth move. I'm sorry to disturb you today."

The moment he turned to leave, Lu Xianhao hid his smile and secretly cast aside in his heart.

Food is a good memory?

What the hell?In order to eat delicious food, any chicken soup can be boiled out.

"Mr. Lu."

He heard Chen Shiyi calling him from behind.

I don't know why I turned back.Chen Shiyi blushed a bit honestly, and he solemnly announced: "Mr. Lu, please write this craft into the book, and I can no longer make bean curds for people I care about, but I hope that no matter where she is in the future, she will be able to eat it." I can keep my memory and find the way when I came.”

Lu Xianhao almost clapped his hands in praise, the seemingly rough Chen Shiyi turned out to have such a delicate heart.Chen Shiyi's words were very touching, but what moved him even more was the sincerity of the man's words and the turbulent love in his eyes that could not be hidden no matter what.

Lu Xianhao smiled from the bottom of his heart, fixed his warm eyes on Chen Shiyi, and responded silently.

He guessed: "The person he cares about must be very happy."

At night, Xiao Wang repeatedly looked at the photos and confession records brought back from the scene in the past two days in the room.The case is deadlocked, the scene is too clean, except for the shoe prints left by the murderer who sneaked back to the basement for the second time, there is no breakthrough, and how the murderer entered the room and how he got out is still unclear. He plans to go to the scene again tomorrow .

The report sent back by the forensics department stated that the girl Yao Can only had her own and Li Xiuying's fingerprints on the cup, and there was no third person. Normally, the mother would not give sleeping pills to the young daughter, unless Yao's family did not follow the common sense.There is also Yao Youmin, whose reputation is abnormally good. Whether it is villagers or relatives, they are full of praise for his teacher's morality and character. It seems that he has no enemies. Shen Tao came to the police station.

As he was thinking about it, his stomach suddenly let out a cry, interrupting his train of thought.Xiao Wang looked at the clock, it was almost 12 o'clock, no wonder he felt hungry.

He rubbed his stomach and stood up, opened the door and walked out.

The living room was dark, he walked towards the kitchen in the dark, and stumbled on the corner of the coffee table on the way, Xiao Wang gritted his teeth, squatted on the ground, and held the back of his feet for a long time.

When he reached the door of the kitchen, it was closed. He didn't think much, he opened it directly, but bumped into Lu Xianhao who was coming.

"..."

"..."

The two of them faced each other, nose to nose, Lu Xianhao: "Did you wake up?"

Xiao Wang seemed to have forgotten to breathe: "I haven't slept all this time."

"..."

"..."

Silence is West Town tonight.

Lu Xianhao blinked slowly, and suggested: "How about taking a step back?"

Xiao Wan almost covered his face in embarrassment.

Pretending to pour water and staggering away, asked: "What are you doing here?"

Lu Xianhao stared at his hand holding the glass for a while, his nails were neatly trimmed, and then moved all the way to his side face, young and handsome so heart-stopping.The drowsiness I had just started was gone.

"Cheng Cheng said he wanted to eat stewed chicken feet. He has something to do during the day tomorrow. I will prepare the chicken feet tonight. I have been stewing this pot for two hours." Lu Xianhao opened the upper cabinet, took out the plastic wrap, and sealed the food on the cooking table. A pot.

After Yuan Lili came, Cheng Cheng warmly invited him to share a room. As a roommate, he could satisfy all the food requirements.

Xiao Wang was still drinking water, suddenly coughed, and then spit out a mouthful of water.

Lu Xianhao looked back at him in surprise.

Xiao Wang hurriedly took a few tissues from the table, turned his face away and coughed for a while, and when he calmed down, he pressed the cup on the table with one hand and put his other hand on his waist.After coughing just now, his face was congested, but it could not be ruled out that it was due to anger.

My brother, who I have always liked, stewed chicken feet for others in the middle of the night. Thinking about this kind of thing makes me angry.At this time, there is a villain in Xiao Wang's heart lying on his back, with a small quilt covering his body, his hands are securely folded on his chest, and tears are streaming silently on his face.

So hungry, so lonely, Lu Xianhao made his heart ache.

Reason ordered him not to be squeamish.So Xiao Wang opened the refrigerator with a cold face to see if there was anything to eat, but there was only one layer of orange juice in the refrigerator, and another layer full of fruits.

Lu Xianhao came over with the pot, and when he got out of the way, he wanted to put the chicken feet into the refrigerator.Seeing Xiao Wang staring into the refrigerator with an uneasy expression, he asked uncertainly, "Are you hungry?"

Xiao Wang pursed his lips and did not speak. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the white chicken feet under the plastic wrap covering the water vapor, and his anger continued to rise.

Feeling something was wrong, Lu Xianhao put the pot on top of the refrigerator, leaned his body slightly on the cooking table, and crossed his long legs.

Snapped his fingers in front of him and called out: "Xiao Wang?"

Xiao Wang closed the refrigerator door, losing control of his strength, and the refrigerator shook.He turned to face the person beside him, and finally couldn't help asking: "Lu Xianhao, are you pampering him too much?"

This is the first time Xiao Wang has called him by his first and last name since we met, and it was the same in high school, never using honorifics to him.

Lu Xianhao was stunned for two seconds, and after realizing that Xiao Wang was angry, he smiled a little dotingly.Her voice was as soft as honey: "If you ask, I can spoil you like this."

Xiao Wang was in a daze, almost dizzy because of his laughter, silently supported the refrigerator.

It was too foul, he was steadied within two seconds of getting angry, the man lazily leaning on the cooking table exuded a gentle aura, when he looked at people with the eyes that seemed like you were the only one in the world, he was not Xiao Huang at all. Resistable.He realized pessimistically that whether it was seven years ago or now, the emotional intelligence tax that should have been paid probably still needs to be paid.

Seeing that he was seen through, it would be nothing if he kept hiding, Xiao Wang regained his youthful disposition and said, "I want to eat chicken feet."