Please don't touch me at the same table, thank you

Zhao Yulan pushed the door in with two shopping bags in hand, and the three of them looked at each other in blank dismay, each other stunned.

Song Huai didn't expect Zhao Yulan to come back so early, "Mom... this is Meng Xi, my friend."

Meng Xi was caught off guard by being called, so he quickly bowed and greeted politely, "Hi Auntie, you can call me Xiaomeng. Song Huai invited me to do homework together, and I might bother you tonight."

Meng Xi...?

Zhao Yulan was slightly surprised.

She still had some impressions of this name. Song Huai had never brought any classmates home, and he didn't get along very well with them. The last time I saw him have contact with his peers was when Meng Xi visited the hospital.

At that time, she was worried about Song Huai's illness. When she heard that a classmate came to visit him and claimed to be her son's friend, her first reaction was that it was impossible, and she wanted to send him out.

No one expected that the relationship between the two would be so warm, and Song Huai even brought him home...

"Hello, hello, don't disturb."

After Zhao Yulan finished speaking, she couldn't help being embarrassed when she thought of the scene in the hospital last time, and she didn't know where to put her hands.

She doesn't talk, and Song Huai is not the talkative type.

After a long silence, the atmosphere was really stiff, Meng Xi's scalp was numb, and he simply took the initiative to resolve it, "Auntie, did you just come back from the supermarket?"

"Hmm..." Zhao Yulan glanced at Song Huai, and followed his topic, "I asked for leave today and came back early. I realized that there was nothing in the refrigerator, so I stopped by the supermarket."

She bought ribs, tenderloin, some vegetables and seasonings, as well as steak and red wine, which she originally planned to celebrate her birthday tomorrow.

"It's almost time for dinner, you haven't eaten yet." She greeted politely, "Since you're here, why don't you stay and eat, it just so happens that the dishes are all fresh, and I'll cook them for you later." Cook a few more dishes, Xiao Meng, what flavor do you like to eat? Are there any taboos?"

She was just saying something polite to Meng Xi, but Song Huai's temples twitched when she heard that she was going to cook, "...Forget it, he has a bad taste. You go to work, I'll do the cooking."

"???"

Meng Xi had a question mark on his face, not knowing what kind of tongue he was talking about.Just as he was about to refute, Song Huai turned his head and signaled him to shut up quickly with his eyes.

Zhao Yulan didn't see the small interaction between the two of them, and was still immersed in the surprise that her son could cook.

All these years... She never knew that Song Huai could cook.

Zhao Yulan opened her mouth, but at that moment, many words were stuck in her throat, she wanted to say but she didn't know where to start.

Song Huai walked over to take the bag from her, took out all the sub-packages inside, sorted them into categories, and put some dishes that were not eaten today into the refrigerator first.

Zhao Yulan followed them step by step. Song Huai opened the refrigerator and saw the box of braised pork again.

He couldn't help but subconsciously closed his eyes, remained silent for a while, and said to Zhao Yulan, "Let's throw this away, it might be a bit stale."

To put it mildly.

In fact, Zhao Yulan made the box of braised pork during the day. She also knew that her cooking skills were mediocre, and she could satisfy her hunger. There were no such things as appearance and taste.In front of the two juniors, she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, she quickly poured out the vegetables in the box, went to the sink and squeezed two lumps of dish soap to clean the lunch box.

Song Huai picked out the vegetables to eat tonight, picked out a few small baskets from the cupboard, and asked Meng Xi to go to the sink to help wash and pick out.

The vegetable sink is divided into two areas, which are quite large, and he and Zhao Yulan stand on each side without disturbing each other.

Zhao Yulan was still thinking about the few words Song Huai had said before. While wiping dish soap into the bento box, she asked tentatively, "Do you still have homework for New Year's Day?"

Meng Xi was dumbfounded when he heard the words, and subconsciously said, "It's always been there."

When has there been no holiday homework?How could a high school teacher be so kind?

Zhao Yulan didn't expect it either, and was stunned for a moment.

Of course she didn't know, Song Huai never did homework when he was in No. [-] Middle School, and he often came back with an empty schoolbag when he was on vacation. She occasionally asked him a few times, and he said that he didn't need to write these because his grades were good, and the teacher also said he Don't waste time.Zhao Yulan was very relieved at the time, and never asked again after that.

She thought Song Huai never had homework.

Hearing this, she couldn't help but feel a little sad for no reason, and asked again: "Then do you have a lot of homework? You can't finish it in school?"

Meng Xi shook his head and said that it wasn't too much, and said embarrassingly: "Actually, Song Huai's words should be written very quickly. I guess I can finish one paper in an hour...but my grades are not as good as his. Well, I have to write these assignments for at least two days before I can finish them. He said that he will give me a tutorial on difficult problems recently, so we made an appointment to do the homework together."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be using someone else's son, so he boasted a few times, "I begged him for a long time when the school started, before he agreed to give me tutoring. Song Huai has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, and his mouth is disgusting. , but the bottom of his heart is actually very soft and kind, and he also patiently taught me some questions that I didn't know, and he was more detailed than the teacher."

Zhao Yulan was dumbfounded.

Is the Song Huai that the child in front of me is really her son?

She remembered that Song Huai had no friends since he was a child, and sometimes asked him why he didn't make friends, and the answer he got was that he couldn't get along.Coupled with Song Huai's cold temper, Zhao Yulan also always thought that maybe children have their own tempers, maybe Song Huai is like this, he doesn't like to communicate with others, so he didn't pay more attention to his circle of friends after that.

Knife mouth bean curd heart, soft and kind, patient, meticulous...

Are these really him?

Zhao Yulan squeezed the lunch box subconsciously, her voice was dry, "Is that so?"

"Yes."

Meng Xi didn't notice the emotion in her words, and chatted while picking vegetables, "Song Huai is actually pretty good. He's just a little lazy and doesn't care about anything. He was a study committee member last month, and our class is divided equally. I have climbed four points. Can you believe it, I was the last one before, and I was taught by him for more than half a semester, and now I can take a book."

"Auntie, you and uncle are really amazing. The child they gave birth to is smart and kind. To be friends with Song Huai is really lucky..."

Zhao Yulan felt very uncomfortable hearing this.

Song Huai cracked an egg and made a moderate clicking sound.

"Have you finished washing?"

He frowned, "It's been a while since you washed a handful of vegetables, do you want to add some milk to give you a bath?"

"..."

Isn't this easing the relationship between you mother and son, sir?

Meng Xi couldn't help sticking out his tongue with Zhao Yulan, and quickly took the vegetables in his hand.

I don't know why the flattery just wasn't done right, the uncle was not in a high mood, and he was still picking and choosing, "The leaves are turning yellow, if you don't take them off, do you eat them if they are fried?"

"Is that so?" Meng Xi said in a good-tempered manner, "Is that so? I don't know. If I still think about picking it off, there won't be many leaves left, so I'm not willing."

"..."

Song Huai picked up a piece of yam next to him and lightly knocked him on the head, criticizing him, "Why do you talk so much when I ask you to wash a green vegetable? Are you proud of taking a test? If you fall this time, look at those How can people laugh at you."

After scolding him, he said that he was about to hand the yam to him and let him peel it.But after thinking about it, this person was clumsy, if he scratched his hand, he would be the one who felt sorry for him, and finally withdrew his hand.

"... Forget it." He said helplessly, "You just need to stir the eggs until they are evenly mixed. I'll peel the eggs and make tamagoyaki later."

As he spoke, he took out a rectangular pot from the kitchen cabinet.

Zhao Yulan was stunned as she watched from the sidelines. She was too busy with work and rarely did housework. When Song Huai was not at home, she often asked her aunt to tidy up. She was not very familiar with many things in the house, or even clear When did the family have such a kitchen utensil.

The shape of that pot is very rare. Zhao Yulan always cooks in one pot for cooking, cooking and stewing, so she is not particular about it.

She couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, and couldn't help turning her head around, wanting to see how Song Huai cooks, so that she can learn from it in the future.

"You can also make tamagoyaki!" Meng Xi was also very pleasantly surprised, "I really like eating this."

Song Huai yelled at him, "What don't you like?"

Meng Xi smiled embarrassedly.

He opened a pot, boiled the pork ribs in cold water to remove the froth, cut the onion, garlic and ginger, peeled and washed the yam, sliced ​​it and placed it in light salt water.

When the time is up, pick up the ribs and change the water, boil the water into the pot, put the ribs, sliced ​​ginger and green onion, and two spoons of white vinegar, boil and turn to low heat to simmer slowly.

During the period, the movements were very proficient. It can be seen that he had honed countless times in the kitchen. Meng Xi was very envious, "I wanted to learn to cook before, but I couldn't learn how to learn. I put too little oil, almost burned the pot, and I was sprayed with oil, since then he won't let me into the kitchen..."

Thinking of the scene of burning the oil pan at that time, Meng Xi could not help but sigh.

After Zhao Yulan washed the bento box, she didn't know how to interject, so she interrupted with a smile: "Boys still need to learn how to cook, not to mention that studying abroad in university can provide for their own food and clothing, and finding a girlfriend in the future is also an advantage. "

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Song Huai stopped what she was doing, slightly displeased, "It's okay if you don't know, there's nothing to learn about this thing, it's just the difference between being good at it and not being good at it. It's okay if you don't know how to cook. It's not a big deal, you can always fill your stomach, you can either work hard to earn money to hire a babysitter or order takeaway, or..."

He paused, glanced at Meng Xi, and said slowly, "It's fine to find someone who can cook."

"?"

see what i do?

Meng Xi was puzzled for two seconds, then suddenly realized, and immediately blew rainbow fart vigorously, "You are so right, a good man like you who is tall, handsome and smart, has a good job in the future and can cook , In the blind date market, you must be crazy about it. Unlike me, I have mediocre grades, mediocre looks, and a greedy mouth. girlfriend... Now I can only study hard, and then earn money to hire a nanny who cooks delicious food."

In order to highlight the versatility of Xueshen, he also deliberately belittled himself.

Song Huai suddenly said: "..."

All eyes were cast on the blind man.

No matter how bad he thought about this topic, he simply skipped it, opened another pot and started making tamagoyaki.

The first time Meng Xi came to his house, he ran into his mother. In fact, he was very embarrassed in his heart, but who would have thought that the relationship between Song Huai and his mother would be even more embarrassing, which made it very difficult for him to be caught in the middle. .

Song Huai didn't appreciate it, "Why do you talk so much?"

Meng Xi: "..."

It's not for your own good!

"You have nothing to do, right?" Song Huai picked up a wooden shovel, tapped the edge of the pot, and said casually, "Okay, if you don't want to rest, then you can stand here and recite the Yueyang Tower."

Zhao Yulan: "???"

How can anyone ask guests to recite Chinese in the kitchen?

She just wanted to stop it, but Meng Xi cheered up, "You can't fail me by asking this question, I recited it this morning."

Finally found something less boring to do, he opened his mouth and said, "In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Teng Zijing was relegated to Baling County, next year..."

Zhao Yulan: "..."

Sure enough, those who can make friends with his son are not ordinary people.

Making tamagoyaki is a test of skill. The eggs are very tender, and the time to turn the pot must be precise. If it is too early, it will lose its shape, and if it is too late, it will be too old.

Meng Xi smelled the aroma of the eggs while reciting the eggs, but he got stuck while carrying them, "But it leads to Wu Gorge in the north, Wu Gorge in the north, and Wu Gorge in the north..."

Song Huai turned over a layer of eggs, gently weighed the pot to make it more three-dimensional and even, then added a new layer of egg liquid and spread it out evenly.

Meng Xi couldn't take his eyes off it, and when Song Huai was a little free, he suddenly realized, and asked very unhappy, "Did you hear me recite the poem?"

Song Huai said casually, "I'm listening."

It sounds perfunctory.

Meng Xi raised his eyebrows, patted the table, and said angrily, "Okay, then I'll test you too. Where do you think I recited?"

"..."

Song Huai was also stuck, couldn't help but smiled, stretched out his other slightly clean hand, with his fingers hanging in the air, rubbed his head lightly with his wrist, "Okay, you can carry it on your back again, I'll do it this time Be sure to listen carefully."

The gentleness in the tone made Zhao Yulan startled listening behind them.

She is Song Huai's biological mother. From the day she was conceived, they have stayed together for seventeen years. When did you hear Song Huai so patient and gentle?

It's like... like it's finally gaining some popularity.

"You are a serious big-headed ghost." Meng Xi said, splashing him with his wet hands very unhappy, "I won't recite it, you memorize it, I want to see how your memory is..."

The two were arguing, and Zhao Yulan seemed to see that they formed a round barrier around them, people outside couldn't get in, and people inside didn't want to open it.

Zhao Yulan suddenly felt palpitations, as if something had changed drastically in the past six months.

But what had changed, she couldn't tell.

·

After dinner, Song Huai and Meng Xi went to his room to do their homework. Zhao Yulan brought them freshly squeezed juice once, and when she saw that they were seriously discussing the topic, she quietly withdrew and did not return. disturb.

On a rare night without work, she lay on the sofa and looked through the text messages sent to Song Zhishen. The latest one received a new reply, but unfortunately, it was Song Zhishen's assistant who replied.

The assistant told her that the teacher was in the laboratory recently, and that mobile phones were not allowed inside, and all communication tools were left to him for safekeeping. If the teacher had anything, he could help to pass it on.

After Zhao Yulan read the news, she sighed, and was inexplicably upset. She simply opened a glass of red wine and drank a few sips, read some documents, and slowly fell asleep on the sofa.

When she woke up again, she felt something fluffy covering her body.

Looking up, it turned out to be Song Huai.

He was still holding the corner of a blanket in his hand, he paused when he saw her wake up, and then covered it again.

"Go home and rest when you're tired."

Zhao Yulan quickly sat up and rubbed her eyes, "It's okay, the dishes haven't been washed yet, I'll go to bed after washing the dishes. Where's Xiao Meng?"

Song Huai said: "He just left, and his family came to pick him up in a car."

Zhao Yulan glanced at her phone, it turned out that it was almost eleven o'clock.

It is normal for people to feel worried at home and come to pick them up by car.

"Go to sleep." Song Huai rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll do the dishes."

Zhao Yulan's dishwashing skills are not very good, so maybe next time she picks up a bowl while cooking, she finds that it is not clean.

She couldn't help feeling even more guilty, but her son had already said that, so she couldn't refuse, "Okay..."

Song Huai hummed, and went to get the plastic gloves from the hook in the kitchen.

He is allergic to dish soap, and if he comes into direct contact with the skin, he will easily become red and hot, so he has to wear gloves every time and only cook when he is fully prepared.

Zhao Yulan couldn't fall asleep even after being interrupted like this.

The nights in the deep winter are always extremely cold, Zhao Yulan walked behind him wearing a blanket, and while watching him wash the dishes, she was thinking about how to say this.

Song Huai seemed to understand her hesitation, and said without looking back, "Do you want to do something with my father?"

Zhao Yulan didn't expect to be noticed by him so soon, so she could only nod her head, "Mmm..."

"I originally wanted to ask him to come back on New Year's Day, but he disagreed, saying that this time is a busy time."

She crossed her arms and carefully looked at Song Huai's expression, "I also called him and sent him a text message. The assistant replied, saying that he had already entered the laboratory, and he didn't use his mobile phone much during this time..."

Song Huai washed the foam off the bowl and put it aside, "Aren't you coming back for winter vacation?"

Zhao Yulan froze.

She replied tactfully: "I told him to come back for the New Year, but I don't know what his arrangements are..."

"It's okay if you don't come back, it's not too late."

Song Huai washed the dishes very quickly, and in the time spent chatting, he washed several dishes to the same extent, leaving only a few pots.

He put some hot water, added dish soap and soaked for a while, then took off his gloves and put them aside, turned to look at Zhao Yulan.

"Mom," under the warm orange light, his expression was already very pale, "Why did you decide to marry him in the first place?"

Zhao Yulan was stunned for a moment, "There's no reason, your dad and I are college alumni, and your uncle and him are friends, sometimes we often eat together, talk a few words when we meet, and even hang out together during holidays. We are together, and we feel suitable for each other, so we get married..."

As she spoke, there was no sound.

For some reason, it was strange to tell these parents' love stories in front of Song Huai.

"He is engaged in scientific research and you are studying law. Can you still have a common topic?"

Zhao Yulan was even more confused, she thought for a while before answering, "No..."

"Speaking of which, we often quarreled at that time. The law is people-oriented and governs the country according to the law; but your father's mentors are all old scholars who advocate science. There are often debates between us."

Recalling the previous scene, she couldn't help but smile, "Those who are engaged in scientific research and studying law, you should know that neither of us is a fuel-efficient lamp, and neither of us can convince the other. I remember one time, the two of us The pros and cons debated from daytime to evening, and there was still no way to tell who was winning or losing. In the end, I was too hungry to talk. The two of us, rock-paper-scissors, will win or lose in a game. The loser will treat the other side to eat ramen. What's the matter..."

Song Huai listened quietly.

"He's so stupid, he actually debated probability theory with me in the ramen shop."

Zhao Yulan smiled and said, "We had you one year after we got married... Time flies so fast, it's been 18 years."

Time is not forgiving. When she first entered the society, she was a famous hard-working third lady in the office. She slept for five hours in three days the most hard work.

Not anymore.

She sighed, "Time is not forgiving."

Song Huai whispered, "You are still very young."

Zhao Yulan smiled and said: "People in their 40s, why are they talking about being young or not?"

Song Huai was silent for a moment, then said slowly: "Father is also very young, it seems that after so many years, he has never grown old."

When I saw him at the age of three, I saw him with the same appearance. When I was five, ten, 13, and 16 years old, I still seemed to have the same appearance when I saw him.

He is still so handsome, the years have only left two or three shallow wrinkles on his face, and the occasional blue stubble that is not shaved cleanly.

Zhao Yulan didn't notice it, and said, "I'm old too. If you don't feel it now, you will find that aging is actually a flash when you look up one day."

For a moment, I accepted the reality that I was getting old.

This is where the real aging begins.

"When you go to college, I can leave after a few more years of work." Zhao Yulan said in a babbling voice, "It's hard to be a lawyer, and it's life-threatening. After I resign, I can go to your office." Be an idle law professor at your school... Your grandma is always nagging us to go to the capital to see them more, and when the time comes, we will live together to grow flowers and plants, and a big family will be fine."

"What if," Song Huai said suddenly, "what if I don't take Tsinghua?"

"Don't take the Tsinghua University exam?" Zhao Yulan thought for a while, "You want to go to Peking University? That's fine too. I also have old classmates in Peking University there. When the time comes, it depends on whether you want to continue to study academics or engage in engineering. Either way is fine. Mom supports it." .”

"Peking University," Song Huai paused, "it's not Peking University either."

Now Zhao Yulan was stunned, "Then where do you want to go?"

In terms of academic atmosphere, no university is stronger than Qingbei.No matter what she thought, she didn't think of other suitable schools in the capital.

Could it be said that it is the kind of professional?Such as the police academy, Southwest politics and law, and aerospace?

Song Huai raised his head and said slowly, "What if I say... I want to stay in the province?"

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