In-house help system

Just after Feng Ming took a shower, he heard a cell phone ringing from the bedroom. He took the towel off the stand, casually wiped the water droplets from his hair, and pushed open the bathroom door.

The mobile phone vibrated on the bedside table, and the word "Chen Zheng" was written on the caller ID. He glanced at it, pressed the answer button, and a familiar voice sounded.

"Hello? Feng Ming, I've already called three times, why did you answer?"

"Something happened just now."

Feng Ming took the phone from his ear and slid it down, and the notification bar showed that there were three missed calls.

In addition, a text message is attached.

Seeing the sender's name, his heart skipped a beat suddenly, and he opened it gently.

"Teacher Feng, I'm off work tomorrow. I'm going to make dumplings. Do you have time to eat at my house?"

"Hello? Feng Ming?" Chen Zheng, who was on the other side of the phone, couldn't hear the voice, and said to himself, "Is this because the signal is bad or my phone is broken..."

Feng Ming came back to his senses, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's nothing, what's wrong?"

Chen Zheng took a long breath, "I didn't reply for so long, I thought something was wrong. I'm on a business trip, and I just pass by City A tomorrow. I haven't seen you for a long time. I want to find you?"

Chen was Feng Ming's college roommate, and stayed with Feng Ming in Jing'an Hospital after graduation. A year later, he quit his job as a doctor and went to a pharmaceutical company. Although they were not in the same city, the two had always been in touch.

Feng Ming paused, "Send me the flight number."

"Come to pick me up at the airport? Such a high standard?" Chen Zheng was a little flattered, and smiled, "I haven't seen you for so many years, I didn't expect that my status in your heart has improved so much. No, I know your address, I can just take a taxi .”

"Send me the flight number."

Feng Ming repeated, hung up the phone, and put the phone back on the table.

But after a while, he picked it up again, brought up the text message interface again, watched the text message sent by Ji Wenliang silently for a while, and replied:

"I have something to do tomorrow."

He has already passed the age of youth and ignorance. It's not that he doesn't understand Ji Wenliang's just right concern and the way he looks at himself.

If he said he wasn't half-hearted, he couldn't deceive others, let alone himself.

only……

He was afraid that after everything settled down, he would suddenly wake up and find that all his expectations were nothing but an illusion.

Ji Wenliang, who was nestled under the quilt, waited and waited, waited and waited until his eyelids were clenched, and he was about to fall asleep.

At this time, the text message notification sounded muffled, and he suddenly got up from the bed, lifted the soft pillow, and picked up the phone.

It was Feng Ming's text message.

"I have something to do tomorrow."

Something?

Ji Wenliang couldn't help feeling a little lost and uneasy, and muttered to himself, is something really wrong, or is something fake?

It's okay if it's true, but if it's fake... then it's rejecting him... Could it be that Feng Ming is still angry because he misunderstood him because of yesterday's incident?

Wronged, wronged.

But no matter what is going on, people can't stop eating.

Thinking this way, he made up his mind and reached out to turn off the light in the bedroom.

The next day, Ji Wenliang woke up early, went to the vegetable market after breakfast, picked out fresh meat and vegetables, and started kneading noodles, mixing stuffing, and making dumplings as soon as he got home.After everything was ready, I calculated the time to put the dumplings into the pot, scooped them up, drained them carefully and put them on a plate, then walked straight downstairs with the plate in hand, and pressed Feng Ming's button doorbell.

The doorbell rang for a long time, but no one came to open the door.

It seems that Feng Ming really has something to do, and he didn't lie to him.

Ji Wenliang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then come again before dinner.

At four o'clock, Ji Wenliang rang the doorbell again.This time, the door was opened.

The door was opened by a tall, strange man.

Ji Wenliang was stunned, took a few steps back, and looked up at the house number.

That's right...

Feng Ming said something was wrong, could it be that he moved?

Even if they move away, the speed can't be so fast.

Chen Zheng stared at him for a while, and said firstly, "Are you looking for Feng Ming? I'm his friend Chen Zheng. Feng Ming has gone out on business, and he will be back later."

Chen Zheng... the name is so familiar.

Ji Wenliang suddenly remembered that this is the gentle second male in the novel - Feng Ming's friend, the man who silently waits behind the heroine.

"Hello, my name is Ji Wenliang, I live upstairs, and I'm also a doctor at Jing'an Hospital."

Seeing that Chen Zheng's eyes fell on the plate in his hand, he continued, "Have you had dinner yet? I made dumplings and I couldn't eat them myself, so I sent some to Teacher Feng... Sorry, I didn't know you were there too , There are still a lot of dumplings, but they haven't been cooked yet, please wait, I will go upstairs and cook two more dishes for you."

Chen Zheng couldn't figure out the relationship between Ji Wenliang and Feng Ming, so he said politely: "This is too troublesome."

Ji Wenliang smiled, "What's the trouble? I know that Teacher Feng doesn't usually open the fire, and will often send some food. Besides, even if you can't eat these dumplings tonight, put them in the refrigerator and put them in the microwave tomorrow morning You can eat it hot...can you serve it for me? I'll come as soon as I go."

Not long after Ji Wenliang left, Feng Ming came back. Seeing that the door was half open, he asked suspiciously:

"Why don't you close the door?"

Chen Zheng sat on the sofa, looked down at the book, and replied:

"A man came here just now, saying that it was your colleague, surnamed Ji, who brought you a plate of dumplings, and I put them in the kitchen. He saw that I was here, and wanted to bring two more plates, so I didn't close the door. This man... ...It's quite enthusiastic."

After Chen Zheng said so much, he didn't hear a single reply. He felt strange in his heart and raised his head.

In the kitchen, Feng Ming stood by the table, staring at the plate of dumplings, wondering what he was thinking.

Chen Zheng stopped flipping the book, walked into the kitchen, leaned against the door and asked:

"What's wrong with this dumpling...?"

"no problem."

Feng Ming took out a clean plate from the cupboard, and a pair of chopsticks, and picked up the dumplings one by one onto the plate.

"What are you doing?"

"Give back the plate."

Chen Zheng tilted his head to observe his expression, and said pointingly: "There is nothing wrong with the dumplings, but there is something wrong with the person who delivered the dumplings."

Feng Ming kept moving his hands, and his voice was calm, "What's the problem?"

Chen Zheng thought about it and said, "I think he... looks like a person."

At this time, Feng Ming had already vacated the plate that Ji Wenliang brought, he turned on the faucet, and the water splashed on the plate, splashing fine water lines.

"Like who?"

Chen Zheng was silent for a while, and finally replied: "Like Luoluo, especially those eyes, seem to be able to talk when looking at people, and their temperament is also very similar..."

With a bang, the plate fell on the marble table, interrupting Chen Zheng's next words.

Feng Ming propped his hands on the edge of the table, layers of voices echoing in the silence.

When the reverberation stopped, Chen Zheng continued to ask:

"Luoluo is going back to China. I was going to transfer my job back to City A, but seeing Dr. Ji, I was shaken again...Feng Ming, tell me the truth, do you still like Luoluo?"

"No."

Feng Ming took out a few more plates from the cabinet and stacked them together.

Chen Zheng looked at him and asked, "Then can you tell me why you broke up so suddenly?"

The ingot-like dumplings kept tumbling in the boiling water. Ji Wenliang lifted the lid of the pot and stirred it with a spoon, and the steaming heat spread from bottom to top.

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

"I'm coming!"

Ji Wenliang put down the spoon and walked towards the door.

He opened the door and saw Feng Ming standing outside with a stack of plates in his hand.

Ji Wenliang was familiar with these dishes, they were all left at Feng Ming's house when he delivered food to Feng Ming.

Every time before he went to deliver the food, he wanted to take back the last plate by the way, but he forgot every time, he didn't expect to have accumulated so much.

Why did Feng Ming suddenly remember to send them back?

Ji Wenliang's heart skipped a beat, and he took the plate in his hand.

"Mr. Feng, why did you bring so many plates back by yourself? It happens that the dumplings are already cooked. Wait a minute, I'll serve you two plates."

"No need," Feng Ming stopped him, and said, "I'll accept the plate of dumplings just now, thank you, and don't need anything else."

There is no need for other things... There is clearly something in his words.

Ji Wenliang was taken aback for a moment, and then came to his senses.

This... Is this being rejected?

Just as he was in a daze, Feng Ming had already reached the elevator, Ji Wenliang hurried forward and stopped him.

"It's just two plates of dumplings, why is Teacher Feng so polite?"

Feng Ming looked at him and said in a deep voice, "You know that's not what I'm talking about."

When he said this, the seemingly invisible film between the two of them completely dissolved.

There is no longer any need to hide.

Ji Wenliang was silent for a while, then asked in a low voice: "Is it because of that person yesterday? That person was just asking for directions, and later he said he knew me, but I didn't think about it for a long time, and I don't even remember him."

"No." Feng Ming replied.

Ji Wenliang raised his head, looked at his face, not letting go of the expression on it, and asked cautiously:

"Then...you really...don't like me?"

Feng Ming was flustered by him, and he looked away from him. After a long time, he said with difficulty: "You should have a good rest."

Rest, rest in broad daylight, you are tall!

Ji Wenliang returned to the kitchen and threw the plate on the table.

Before he went to open the door, he didn't turn off the fire. After chatting with Feng Ming for so long, the dumplings in the pot were scalded, and the meat filling was scattered in the milky white soup, making a mess.

He stared at the soup-like things in the pot for a long time, then suddenly took the colander from the shelf, picked out some that looked edible, and put them on the plate.

I poured myself soy sauce and vinegar again.

As if exasperated, he pestered the pestle with chopsticks.

"Such delicious dumplings, if you don't eat them, you will be unlucky. If you don't eat them, I will eat them!"

Perhaps it was because the heavens sensed that Ji Wenliang's path of love was blocked, and specially paved another path for him.

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Test test, why is this chapter locked?