Liuxiang

After 01:30 noon, Wang Zhenjiang and his group left one after another, and no other guests came in the hotel.

Yi Baitang simply said: "Close the door first."

Close at noon?Sun Ling was a little surprised when he heard this, but he didn't say much. He quickly put down the dishes and chopsticks he was packing up, wiped his hands, and went forward to pull down the rolling door outside.

The space is temporarily closed, which is helpful for thinking.

Yi Baitang touched the gum with a solemn expression, slowly peeled off the three sticks of gum, and stuffed them into his mouth one by one.

He didn't know exactly what he was thinking.

Anyway, things about food and feelings, things about Shang Huaiyan, played alternately in his mind one by one, as if everyone had made an appointment, you first stay in the master's mind for ten seconds, and it stays in the master's mind again 20 seconds, and then you stay in the master's mind for another 30 seconds...

Yi Baitang was thinking about these two things, and his eyes fell on Sun Ling at the same time. He saw that the other party closed the door and started tidying the table again. After tidying the table, he washed the dishes. After washing the dishes, he mopped the floor. After hesitating for a while among the various raw materials in the kitchen, he took out two potatoes from the vegetable basket, and silently began to peel and shred them.

From a long distance, whether Yi Baitang had any martial arts skills, of course he couldn't clearly see the size and shape of the silk cut out from Sun Ling's chopping board.

But the sound is never blocked.

He can infer the result from the sound of the opponent cutting vegetables of different sizes just by sitting lazily on the chair.

such as:

"Crack-cha-cha-bang!"

Cut into pieces.

"Chachacha—boom!"

Skate up.

"Chachacha—hiss!"

Cut my own finger.

It's just cutting a potato, but you can cut out so many rhythms, why don't you start a band...

Yi Baitang was slightly depressed, and asked the people in the kitchen: "Have you ever been in the kitchen before?"

Sun Ling kept silent, pretended to be dead, and continued to shred.

Yi Baitang didn't continue to ask, and chewed his own gum leisurely.

In the end, Sun Ling couldn't hold on anymore, and obediently said to Yi Baitang, "I went in once when I was very young and burned my kitchen down. Later, I only cooked instant noodles with an alcohol lamp."

As expected.Yi Baitang hummed: "Do you really think you can cook the dishes you want in half a month?"

Sun Ling paused for a moment, and chose to tell the truth: "Half a month is too short, maybe I won't be able to make it in the end, but I tried my best... and in half a month, she will leave."

Yi Baitang didn't ask Sun Ling who the "she" was.

Instead, Sun Ling put down the knife in his hand, walked up to Yi Baitang, and took the initiative to tell the story to Yi Baitang: "This story may be a bit boring. I am from the same village as her, and I was admitted to the same school. In high school, we were still in the same class, probably because the two of us came from the same village in that school, we became boyfriend and girlfriend; but later because of some small misunderstandings, we separated... She obeyed her parents when she graduated from high school It means choosing to marry someone else, and I was admitted to university."

"Then there was no contact."

"Until I ran into her in the hospital two months ago."

"Her marriage is not very happy, the other party's domestic violence, cheating, she was hospitalized this time because of a brain disorder, she was already divorced from the other party when she was hospitalized... She decided to leave here to travel around the world after being discharged from the hospital, and the time is one week later .”

Sun Ling's heart was a little heavy:

"So I hope to give her something memorable before she leaves."

"Why did you choose food?" Yi Baitang asked.

"Because when we were in a relationship, she said that she would not do housework in the future. I promised her that I would contract laundry, cooking and cleaning. Although it was a bit late and it was different from the past, I still wanted to practice cooking before she left. This promise." Sun Ling replied seriously.

"Hmm." Yi Baitang was noncommittal.

"Besides, I think—" Sun Ling pondered again, "Food is actually quite magical, isn't it? Sometimes people feel that they can't live anymore, and they go out to eat and go shopping and buy something. What kind of stuff do you feel, what a big deal..."

Food is magical, that's true.

Yi Baitang thought to himself.

He remembered that he had just started to understand, he also lived in the village, other children were outside playing with sand, building blocks, puzzles and all kinds of things, he played with shrimps in the kitchen or in the small yard outside the kitchen. Crabs play with chickens, ducks play with fruits and vegetables.

Also loves to play with knives in the kitchen.

Speaking of which, I was only three or four years old at the time, or was it younger?

In short, since he was sensible, he cut all kinds of things with a small knife in his hand, and the corpses of melons, fruits and vegetables were everywhere, and the treatment of shrimp, crab, chicken and duck didn't seem to be much better.

But better than the one next to him, even though he was only three years old at the time, no matter how much he chopped, he must eat as much in the end.

Speaking of this...

Yi Baitang paused, admitting a little reluctantly:

The cooking skills of the Great Demon King can indeed turn decay into magic. Knife skills are obviously the most basic part of cooking skills, but even if he cuts those things to pieces, as long as the Great Demon King is willing, he can still make them. The wrong food comes.

Of course, he could only remember such days for a year at most.

After a year, he was able to cut things into decent shape.

At that time, I chopped vegetables every day, and was forced to clean up. I didn’t know anything and I didn’t get bored. I was very excited every time I saw new ingredients. I wish I could study everything first, then dissect it, and eat it clean. Perhaps only the phrase "food is magical" can really sum it up.

Then a thought suddenly popped out of his mind, asking Yi Baitang: Since food has magic power, does food have feelings?

Yi Baitang: "...?!"

He was so frightened that he woke up instantly from his memories, and then felt his whole head enlarged.

Damn, my gourmet path is not like this at all!

My gourmet path is to make the most delicious food with the most delicate taste.

Everything is quantifiable!Can see!It can be analyzed!

This idealistic nonsense—

Coincidentally, Sun Ling who was sitting next to him didn't know what to think, and suddenly asked, "By the way, Teacher, it seems that Boss Shang hasn't come over recently?"

Yi Baitang immediately glared at Sun Ling.

Sun Ling was puzzled.

Yi Baitang was discouraged, turned his gaze back, reluctantly took out his phone, and found the latest stored number from the few address books inside.

I need the help of an emotionally intelligent friend.

That's right, it's the one who's not in front of me!

Trouble, the good tongue is not there at the critical moment, and I don't know what the other party is up to...

Shang Huaiyan was actually fine.

He just found that there was something wrong with the relationship between himself and Yi Baitang, so he casually found a passable reason, kept the distance away quietly, and planned to use time and divert attention to kill the too naughty emotional hormones, so that the two The emotions between people have retreated below the safety line.

Some CEOs kill their feelings by tossing themselves with more and more work and not thinking about anything else.

But Shang Huaiyan is not such a president.

He is not the one who really decides many things in the group, and the decisions he can make have never made mistakes, and he has many lovers.

If he wants to divert his attention and feelings, he just needs to find a lover he still likes to live for a while.

But this time, when making a choice, Shang Huaiyan hesitated for a moment, and instead of looking for a starlet who became popular recently, he found a man who was a lover in the past but is now an ordinary friend.

They met at a tennis court.

When the young lawyer with gold-rimmed glasses came in wearing a thick coat and scarf, Shang Huaiyan happened to win another tennis match.

At the end of the game, Shang Huaiyan made a gesture of "come again next time" to his opponent, picked up a towel and wiped his sweat while straight to the point to the lawyer: "How about taking a trip with me recently?"

The lawyer was stunned, pushed his glasses, and said with a smile: "Mr. Shang still lacks a partner? I just took a case recently——"

Shang Huaiyan smiled slightly, and walked to the lounge with the other party, with a gentle and discussion tone: "I won't let you suffer, think about it?"

The lawyer is really shaken now, who made Shang Huaiyan known as gentle, generous, handsome and rich in the money master circle?

But there is no such thing as a shrewd person who works as a lawyer.

The lawyer pushed his glasses again and coughed lightly: "Mr. Shang has encountered emotional troubles?"

Shang Huaiyan, who was walking in front, did not answer.

Just at this time the lounge arrived.

Shang Huaiyan entered first, picked his usual brand, took out a cigarette from it and lit it.

He took a sip first, then shook the cigarette butt carelessly, before speaking: "That's right."

The lawyer who followed was biting his tongue so as not to say what he shouldn't.

Shang Huaiyan really wanted to talk to someone, so after he opened his mouth, he didn't need others to continue to ask, he leaned against the soft sofa and continued on his own: "But it's not suitable, he and I are not the same Kind of people."

Lawyer's slander: It's as if I and you are the same kind of person.

Shang Huaiyan lowered his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Besides, his straight and pure breath can be smelled from several meters away."

The lawyer continued to slander: Oh, it sounds like I am gay, Mr. Shang, have you forgotten that you are the type of person who is not taboo against men and women?In addition, using the word "pure" to describe it, Mr. Shang, aren't you embarrassed?

Shang Huaiyan was still thinking, he had just taken a deep breath, and now he exhaled slowly, wisps of smoke were caught in this exhalation and overflowed together.

"Besides..." This sentence was said by Shang Huaiyan after repeated consideration, "Now my relationship with him is quite good, and there is no need to destroy it..."

The lawyer continued to slander: It’s alright, it’s alright, you have invited me, a person you haven’t seen in 800 years, to talk to, you can see how distressed you are, and you can open your eyes and talk nonsense, saying that you and the other party have a “good relationship” Yes, this is not the sentimental and ruthless Mr. Shang painting style I am familiar with!

It just so happened that Shang Huaiyan's cell phone on the table rang.

Lawyers are also used to doing this in the past. They directly connected the call, turned on the speakerphone, and said in front of Shang Huaiyan, "Hi, may I ask who you are?"

Shang Huaiyan sat up straight, picked up the water glass on the table, and prepared to take a sip of water.

Then he heard a cold voice from the phone:

"Where's Shang Huaiyan?"

Lawyer: This... This tone is both blunt and familiar. Who is it?

Shang Huaiyan choked in his throat with a sip of water: "Cough cough cough cough!"

There was a silence on the other end of the communication line.

Then the indifferent voice sounded again, with a clear goal:

"sick?"

And of course the next sentence:

"Where are you? I'm going to see you."