smell you

Li Zhexi was discharged from the hospital. He asked someone to privately investigate the only family in Lantian Village. With such a clear goal, he believed that he would have an answer soon.

During the few days he was hospitalized, Chen Gui, the executive chef of Tianhao International, found him dozens of experts who were said to be good at making porridge.

A dish of eggplant porridge throws all the compliments back on the old face.

No, not at all!

There used to be more than a dozen bowls of eggplant porridge put together in front of him in a landscape. Although each bowl only used a spoonful, he knew that these were not what he was looking for.

Stereo helps to eat, and his friends help to taste.

They said this bowl was good and tasted great, but in his opinion, it was nothing more than that.

Chen Gui said: "Who made the eggplant porridge you ate before, you tell me, and I will ask that person to make it for you again."

Li Zhexi shook his head.

He didn't know whether the eggplant porridge he ate was just his fantasy, or a delicious delicacy derived from the situation at that time, but in reality it was cooked randomly as Xiao Song said.

There are many examples in the world.

For example, children think that the dishes made by their mothers are the most delicious dishes in the world, and they will think about them day and night after being away for many years, but in fact, what they really miss is only their mothers.

In the same situation, like a very hungry person, someone else handed over an overnight steamed bun, and he would think that this is the most delicious delicacy in the world, because it can save his life.

Li Zhexi looked a little dazed, and he calmed down, "It's just a porridge, so there's no need to make such a fuss." This was a warning to himself.

Stereotypes are dumb.

Isn't this called fighting? !

It takes a lot of effort to ask dozens of chefs to make eggplant porridge at about the same time, and then bring it to him and send it to the ward, and it must be done within two days.

Others kept asking him, "Your boss wants to eat this, is he tired of eating big fish and meat?"

Others said: "Could it be said that the eggplant food culture is popular now? Yes, it makes sense."

Li Zhexi felt that something was wrong with him.

It's not right.

Once you become obsessed, you become a madman.

Absolutely stop!

But can the human heart be controlled?

Can he control himself from insomnia?

Can you control yourself not to imagine that deliciousness?

Can he control himself not to recall Xiao Song's every move, every word and deed?

If you can't do it, you can't do it.

One must tie the bell to untie it.

Maybe only by eating the eggplant porridge cooked by Xiao Song himself, can he be freed from this crazy state.

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Song Zeyou went to Xinshi's talent website early in the morning to check the recruitment information and posted his resume online.

Now that the economy is in a recession, the position suitable for him is either too far away or the salary is too low.

Now college students are just like Chinese cabbage, they are all rotten. There is no way to compare how respected scholars were in the past.

Times have changed, and people's thoughts have changed.

Is he wrong?

Song Zeyou stood up and stretched himself. His father called from downstairs: "The store is too busy now, come down and help."

"..."

Song Zeyou looked at his watch, it was only ten o'clock in the morning and he was too busy?

I want to trick him into going downstairs to wash the vegetables.

Song Zeyou slowly came downstairs.

His father held a fast food box in each hand, "Hurry up, I don't know what's going on today, the takeaway business is going to explode."

Song Zeyou was speechless. Do these people who order takeaway eat breakfast or lunch?

His father had four copies to deliver, and there was one left on the table, which hadn't been packaged yet. Looking at the pressed address, he almost called out.

"Dad, we're in the south of the city. Are you also taking business as far away as the east of the city?"

Opening such a small shop, and expecting to catch all the business in the world, why not be exhausted.

Dad Song said: "I have never received an order from such a long distance before. They called and said frankly that they heard that our restaurant's food is delicious, so they will definitely send it away. It is the first time that the business cannot be rejected."

"I, we, home, of, food, very, good, eat?"

Song Zeyou jumped out word by word, where did such strange rumors come from?

This couple became monks halfway, where did they have the confidence? !

Song's father stepped on the battery car: "It's too late, mention it on the table, when your mother is ready for this dish, you hurry up and send it over."

After speaking, he rode a battery car and left in the dust.

Song Zeyou looked closely at the takeaway address on the table—Shanghai Huayuan, Chengdong Road. This is a relatively early villa group in Xinshi.

People who live in that kind of place will call it Jiangxi Xiaochao when ordering takeaway?

It still spans more than half of the new city, and it takes more than 40 minutes by bus.

Can his father be more reliable in his work? How can he accept such an order?

Jiangxi Xiaochao is inherently cheap, and these dishes add up to 70 yuan. It takes an hour to deliver a takeaway, and the money earned is not enough for the effort.

He called the phone number on the above.

"Hi, hello, I'm Ahui Jiangxi Xiaochao in the south of Chengnan, did you place the order?"

An impatient voice came from the phone: "I made a few calls to deliver a takeaway, and I told you to call and deliver it. I will pay the round-trip fare."

"...The round-trip taxi will cost at least fifty. I'll ask a professional errand company to send it over."

The other end immediately said: "No, you can deliver it yourself, or 50 yuan, and I will use WeChat red envelopes to transfer the money to you now, what is your WeChat ID."

Song Zeyou was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "That's not what I meant. The dishes are almost ready, and I'll send them over later."

People who live in Shanghai Huayuan will not rely on the 50 yuan, and they will not lose their value.

The last chopped pepper fish head comes out and is packed.

He carried four dishes, carefully packed them in plastic bags, and went out carefully.

Song Zeyou walked to the intersection, just about to hail a taxi, but saw a white BMW stop in front of him, the window was lowered, and the lawyer poked his head out: "Hi, what a coincidence."

"..." Song Zeyou Waterfall Khan, what a joke, let's just block him.

As if he didn't see Song Zeyou's embarrassed smile, the lawyer enthusiastically said, "Where are you going, I'll see you off."

"No, I'll deliver food for my family. It's full of soup and water. Your car has just been maintained, so you don't accidentally get it dirty again. A taxi is coming, so I'm in a hurry to leave."

"It's really okay—"

He has a relationship!

Song Zeyou opened the door, got into the taxi, reported the address, and asked the driver to drive quickly.

Think about it, which of these high-level intellectuals is not full of arrogance, and would be enthusiastic about such a dick like him? !

As the saying goes, if you don't have anything to show your courtesy, you can either rape or steal.

What the lawyer was planning was already clear.

The taxi driver drove very slowly on the road.

"Brother, can you hurry up? The guests are still waiting to eat."

The driver looked bitter: "You must not have a family at such a young age."

"No." Drive faster, does it have anything to do with getting married?

"It's hard to drive a taxi now, and it's hard to earn money."

"So you drive faster, so you drive more times a day, don't you earn more money?!"

"If you drive too fast, you won't be able to pick up people."

"???"

The driver leaned over to the side of the road and stopped slowly. When the door opened, two young men came up.

Song Zeyou was sitting in the back seat of the car, and one of the two young men was sitting next to Song Zeyou, and the other was sitting in the passenger seat.

"What's the matter with the driver?" Song Zeyou was a little unhappy.

"It's nothing, it's just the business picked up by Didi Taxi."

Song Zeyou: "...I'm really in a hurry."

Driver: "You don't have a family, and business is not easy now."

Fuck, it's back around again.

The young man sitting next to Song Zeyou was wearing a sports vest, and his exposed skin was almost covered by tattoos except for his face.

Avalokitesvara, beauty, blue dragon, English, love... all kinds of symbols are available, this is simply a sample tattoo for activities.

"What is this pile of things, I'm getting in the way on the car seat!"

The young man with the tattoo was about to brush the takeaway off the car seat, Song Zeyou quickly picked up the takeaway bag and placed it between his feet.

These plastic bags are all transparent, so the stacked fast food boxes inside can't be seen?

What if tattooed teens really pushed those fast food boxes off the back of their cars? !

The soup and water are all poured out, and the hard-working takeaway will be soaked.

Song Zeyou said in a low voice: "This is takeaway, master, everyone is here now, can you hurry up?"

The yellow-haired young man sitting in the passenger seat suddenly said: "What time is it now, and food delivery is starting? No wonder I'm hungry now. Hey, you can sell us the food."

"..." Song Zeyou was dumbfounded, "This is the customer's order, and this cannot be sold. I have a business card here. If you call this number to order, someone will deliver it to you."

The young man with the tattoo stood up straight, clenched his fists on his thighs, and didn't take his business card at all: "Don't be ashamed!"