Brilliant Michelin Reborn

"Well, it's so noisy..."

Jiang Shunan lay on the bed, opened his sleepy eyes dimly, couldn't see anything clearly, only knew that it was dawn, very bright, very bright.

Almost blinded him.

Jiang Shunan turned over, the movement was not too big, but there was a buzzing pain in his head.

"It's so noisy, I have a headache..."

Suddenly, an ear-piercing cock crowing outside the window pierced his brain like a sharp arrow, and the pain was unbearable.

Jiang Shunan snorted twice angrily, rolled up, and stuffed his head into the bed.

"Whose chicken, it really should be stewed..."

After a while, there was a sound of the lock turning when the door was unscrewed, it was like stirring my own brain into the machine, 'cracker', and I wanted to die.

"Shun'an."

"..."

Jiang Shunan continued to sleep with his head covered.

"Hehe, this guy."

Wei Jingrong smiled, tried not to make any noise while stepping on his slippers, slowly sat on the edge of the bed, reached into the bed, and patted his buttocks twice.

"Slacker, are you still sleeping?"

"……kindness."

Jiang Shunan responded.

The voice was too low, and it was hard to tell whether he was answering or murmuring.

Wei Jingrong didn't retreat, but he couldn't bear to wake him up violently in the winter.After thinking about it, he finally lay down on his stomach and whispered something in his ear: "It's ten o'clock, if you don't open the door, it will be too late."

Open the door?

open what door...

It's over!Blue Bank is about to open!

Jiang Shunan was startled, and sat up from the bed with a 'teng'.But he couldn't help but think about it for a while, his brain seemed to explode, and the pain made his eyes burst into stars.

Seeing that he didn't look right, Wei Jingrong wrapped his arms around him and let him lean into his arms: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Head... hurts," Jiang Shunan couldn't help but relax his nerves when he smelled Wei Jingrong's body, "Eyes... hurt, everywhere... hurts."

"I told you to drink less last night, hey, you just didn't listen."

Wei Jingrong hugged Jiang Shunan, pulled the quilt to wrap him up, and then gently rubbed his temples: "What about now? Are you feeling better?"

"Well," Jiang Shun'an closed his eyes, and nodded vaguely, "I think Uncle is happy, it's the first time I come to your house, so I need to make a good impression."

Wei Jingrong shook his head and smiled: "The good impression is that you are sleeping late in my room, and you want to wait for my parents to come up to invite you?"

"Well? Well..."

Jiang Shunan responded as if wandering, opened his eyes suddenly, and started doing it like a corpse, almost hitting Wei Jingrong's chin.

"It's over, it's over, it's over! Lan'an is going to open the door, I have to move quickly, or it will be miserable later!"

"Hey, are you sleepy?"

Wei Jingrong held Jiang Shunan down and wrapped him in the quilt again, "You are at my house, a few hundred kilometers away from Lan'an, and now it's getting dark when you go back."

"Ah? Oh..."

Jiang Shunan glanced at Wei Jingrong, sat in a daze for a while, and then stared at a pair of swollen eyes: "You are teasing me."

"I'm not teasing you," Wei Jingrong continued to help him rub his temples, "I love you so much. I'll wake you up in a gentler way."

"It's so gentle," Jiang Shun'an said, "You might as well just slap me and get up."

"Are you sure?" Wei Jingrong asked.

"...Forget it, you'd better do it in a gentle way."

Wei Jingrong sighed and smiled, "Does your head still hurt?"

"A little bit, it's okay if it hurts, but it just feels soft." Jiang Shunan half-opened his eyes, blocking the glare of the sun outside the window, "How much did I drink yesterday?"

"Not much," Wei Jingrong said, "almost three cups. When my dad wanted to pour you a fourth cup, my mom stopped her, saying that you were drunk and didn't let you continue drinking."

"Oh," Jiang Shunan blinked, "Why don't I have any impression?"

"You can't even tell where you are, and you still have an impression of this?" Wei Jingrong helped him with his arms and told him to sit up, "Get up, go take a shower first, I will help you with clothes, towels and toothbrushes Put away."

Wei Jingrong got up and opened the window, the cold wind made Jiang Shunan shiver, wrapped in the quilt and refused to move.

"You fell asleep lying on the dining table last night. You smelled of alcohol and covered yourself in the quilt all night. The sheets and quilt covers need to be changed. The sun is good outside, so it's best to take out the quilt to dry in the sun."

"No need..." Jiang Shunan shook his head and said in a daze, "I don't dislike it, it's pretty good."

"You don't dislike it, I dislike it," Wei Jingrong walked around the bed, frowned, and tore the quilt off him, "You want me to sleep in your stinky quilt at night?"

Jiang Shunan shrunk back in dissatisfaction, eyes half open: "Go to sleep...you mean I'll sleep in your room?"

"if not?"

Wei Jingrong threw the removed quilt cover on the bed, folded the quilt, and flicked it on his forehead: "I don't feel relieved to let you, a drunk, sleep alone for one night."

"Anything to worry about?"

Jiang Shunan said on his lips, but his heart burst into laughter.

He jumped out of bed, walked into the bathroom in two steps, and turned on the hot water.

Through the frosted glass door, Jiang Shunan saw Wei Jingrong's figure walking back and forth in the room.After a while, Wei Jingrong went out and closed the door.

Jiang Shunan drenched himself in hot water, let the water rush towards his brain, and when he felt more comfortable, he hurriedly washed his face and brushed his teeth, changed his clothes and went downstairs.

Although it is in the countryside, the conditions here are not bad, it has everything you need, and the decoration is very meticulous, no different from that in the city.

There is water, electricity, and WiFi.

The small three-story building is still very spacious, and it has its own yard. It might cost a lot to build one in the city.

He hasn't been to the countryside for so many years, if he didn't come with Wei Jingrong, he still doesn't believe it.

Jiang Shunan yawned and went downstairs, took out his phone and took a look.

It's more than eight o'clock, not yet nine o'clock.

This Wei Jingrong is real.

"Shun'an, are you awake?"

"Ah..." I yawned in the middle, and when I saw Wei's mother coming in from the back door, I swallowed the remaining half of the yawn, "Get up, get up."

"I drank so much last night, I should sleep more."

Mother Wei held a small bamboo sieve with some sun-dried millet peppers on it, which were red and looked hot.

"Hungry, Auntie will make you breakfast."

"Well, thank you, auntie."

Passing the living room, Jiang Shunan smelled a strong and long-lasting fragrance of ink.

There is a huge brush felt on the dining table, two stone paperweights are placed beside it, and several brushes are placed on the pen holder.A row of written Spring Festival couplets hung neatly on the shelf set up beside the table. The bright red paper was attached with shiny gold flakes, and there were some spots of light in the black ink.

The Spring Festival couplets are very well written, each character is thick and strong, bold and unrestrained, but also smooth, graceful, vigorous and beautiful, one can tell at a glance that it is not a good character that can be written in a year or two.

Jiang Shunan was appreciating these couplets carefully, and Wei Jingrong came out from the next room, holding an inkstone firmly in his hand.

"Did you write these characters?" Jiang Shun'an sat on the long bench, frowned halfway, and said, "I can't tell, it's so well written. I haven't seen you write calligraphy before."

"It's not me." Wei Jingrong put the inkstone on the corner of the table and rubbed the ink, "It's my father."

"Uncle still likes to write calligraphy?"

"Yeah," Wei's father walked out of the house, holding a dozen red paper cut outs, "I'm getting older, so I just have a few hobbies to pass the time."

"Morning uncle."

"morning."

Jiang Shunan got up and helped Dad Wei put the red paper on the bench and spread it out.

Dad Wei said, "Jing Rong, post up these couplets. Make room for your uncle and aunt's couplets."

"Got it, Dad."

"Uncle, let me come."

Jiang Shunan said: "Let Mr. Wei help you sharpen the ink, I will take care of this."

"Are you okay?" Wei Jingrong asked.

"What's wrong?" Wei Jingrong carefully took a pair of couplets and held them in his hand, "It's just posting couplets, I'm not going to do something."

Wei Jingrong looked at him, and asked blankly, "Can you tell the difference between the upper and lower lines?"

Jiang Shunan's face darkened: "I graduated from a bachelor's degree and can read, thank you."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Shunan went out and left with the ladder placed at the door.

Inside the house, the old man laughed non-stop.

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