Liuxiang

The three-day trip made Mr. Qian a little tired.

He followed the advice of a psychiatrist and tried to participate in a few days of parenting guidance classes, but every day's paper talk and frequent discussions with a group of losers made him unable to see any meaning at all; he also went to an internationally renowned ENT doctor He was checked over there, but no matter how many times he was checked, the hospital told him that there was nothing wrong with his sense of taste and smell!

Damn it all!

No problem his sense of taste and smell would somehow go out together? !

Mr. Qian went abroad with hope, but returned to China with a full belly.

Then he had to face up to a problem: Maybe he was displeased with all the people and things along the way because he was gradually walking on the path of a loser...

He finally got off the plane and took a taxi with his luggage alone.

The driver asked, "Where are you going?"

Mr. Qian turned on the phone: "Let me check the address."

The driver smiled and said, "Are you here for tourism?"

Mr. Qian said with a dark face, "No."

After answering this sentence firmly, Mr. Qian closed his eyes after giving the address, and the driver was bored and didn't intend to speak again, but the car drove inexplicably faster, and when he encountered a turn, it seemed like Like a speeding car, it makes a sharp turn from time to time.

But the bad luck of the past few days seems to have not completely dissipated until now.

In the middle of the journey, Mr. Qian, who was resting with his eyes closed, felt that the car stopped abruptly. He was sitting in the rear compartment without a seat belt, and his head hit the back of the seat!

Flickering, bloody!

At first he closed his eyes because he didn’t want to talk, but now he was dizzy for a long time before he could open them. Mr. Qian covered his head and tried hard to wipe away the blood from his eyes. The owner of the car argued that the two of them were arguing with each other, their faces were red and their ears were red.

It's just bad luck.

Mr. Qian cursed secretly. He took out his mobile phone to check the time, but found that the mobile phone flew from his pocket to the roof of the car and fell to the ground after the collision just now, and he couldn't start it anymore!

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he didn't bother to argue with the taxi driver for compensation. He found another car and drove to the hospital to treat the wound on his forehead. Then he bought a mobile phone at the opposite door of the hospital to use, and then rushed to the agreed place without stopping. Go, and finally arrived at the halfway up the mountain where Shang Huaiyan lived. It was five o'clock in the evening, more than an hour later than agreed.

He took a deep breath, walked through the iron gate, and ran up the mountain road while talking on the phone, passing a man who came out for running in the evening.

The man seemed to call him twice, but at this time, Mr. Qian didn't care about the stranger's reaction at all. He waited for the call to connect, and at the first moment of the connection, he said: "Mr. Well, there was an accident on the way—”

"It looks like you hit your head?" Shang Huaiyan said on the phone.

"..." Mr. Qian was suspicious, "How do you know?"

"You look back?" Shang Huaiyan suggested.

Mr. Qian stopped running, turned his head to look, and saw the man in the white sweatshirt that he just passed was jogging forward, and he took a closer look, who is it not Shang Huaiyan?

Mr. Qian did not change his face, calmly waited for Shang Huaiyan to come to him, and stretched out his hand: "Sorry, I have a slight face recognition obstacle."

Shang Huaiyan smiled and shook hands with the other party: "It's okay, I also have this annoying problem sometimes." Then he shook his head, "Don't stop, let's run up slowly and wait at home one by one."

Mr. Qian: "What's going on with Yiyi now?" He was startled suddenly, "How do you know Yiyi's name? Did Yiyi speak?!"

Shang Huaiyan was very ordinary: "Yes."

Mr. Qian was inexplicably excited, but he couldn't believe it. For a while, he watched Shang Huaiyan neither speak nor move forward.

Shang Huaiyan continued to run, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel. Yesterday's exercise made him deeply feel that he must have a strong body: "Mr. Qian doesn't seem to believe it?"

Mr. Qian recovered quickly and followed Shang Huaiyan: "No, I believe it. She just doesn't like me very much."

He began to figure out that his daughter was four years old, so he should have found a better full-time kindergarten for her, but he was unwilling to talk before, because he was afraid that his daughter would be bullied... Now that her daughter has spoken, she will be taken care of and have friends And the teacher, also far away from the self I don't like...

Shang Huaiyan: "Really?"

He smiled slightly: "Maybe I have some feelings, but I just don't want to be found so easily."

The clock on the wall struck five times, and Yi Baitang, who was reading a gourmet magazine on the sofa, suddenly had a plate of scrambled eggs in front of him.

The scrambled eggs are quite unique, some places are old and burnt, some places are not really mature, and because too much soy sauce is put in, it looks a bit dark, and the condensed white sugar has not completely melted... The most important thing is , it has now changed from steaming hot out of the pan to cold.

Yi Baitang: "What's the matter?"

Qian Yiyi: "Father hasn't come back yet."

Yi Baitang: "He'll be back later."

Qian Yiyi: "Daddy won't eat cold scrambled eggs."

Yi Baitang said casually, "He shouldn't have eaten this kind of thing that should be thrown into the trash."

After he finished speaking, he waited, but before Qian Yiyi's answer, he looked up again, and the kid standing in front of him pouted again, wanting to cry or not.

Yi Baitang: "..."

The vigilance all over his body set up the radar, and the beeping siren sounded harshly!

Tears were already rolling in Qian Yiyi's eyes: "But it's dad who comes back when he says! Every time he doesn't come back on time, it's dad again! I hate him! I hate him! I hate—"

Yi Baitang quickly stood up, and before the magic sound came into his head, he picked up the little girl and walked to the kitchen, took a cup of boiling water, quickly put sugar and salt in it, stirred it evenly with chopsticks, and then added a whole tablespoon of water white vinegar, and finally handed over to Qian Yiyi.

Qian Yiyi took a sip in a daze, and ended up vomiting the whole mouthful into the sink: "Evil—"

Yi Baitang: "Your father will be here in 5 minutes, can you give this glass of water to your father later?"

Qian Yiyi smiled through tears: "Good!"

Yi Baitang: "Scramble another plate of more unpalatable eggs and feed it to Dad?"

Qian Yiyi said loudly: "Okay!"

Yi Baitang: "Don't cry before feeding it to Dad, or Dad won't eat your scrambled eggs."

Qian Yi expressed his lifelong determination: "Never cry!"

Yi Baitang put the little man on the chair in front of the stove, and made a cup of suspicious liquid in the same way, then took two cups and walked out.

There was the sound of the door opening just outside.

Yi Baitang, who had just come out of the kitchen, ran into Shang Huaiyan and Mr. Qian head-on.

He calmly handed two glasses of water to the two: "Are you back? Sit down and talk."

Shang Huaiyan took it unpreparedly, took a big sip, and his complexion changed suddenly.

Yi Baitang's warning eyes fell on Shang Huaiyan's face.

Shang Huaiyan's face switched between blue and white several times, taking advantage of Mr. Qian's unpreparedness, he turned his head and dedicated all the water in the cup and mouth to a rose plant behind the window.

Mr. Qian took a second look at the water in the glass out of gourmand attention: "What did you add?"

Shang Huaiyan who just turned his head was a little nervous.

Yi Baitang said lightly, "Salt has been added."

Mr. Qian nodded: "After running, you should add some salt to the water." He also took a sip consciously, and then sat down on the sofa.

Shang Huaiyan hesitated to speak.

After a while, he sat beside Yi Baitang and whispered, "Is it true that you don't have any sense of taste?"

Yi Baitang's expression was cold: "Not only does he have no sense of taste, he even has a little problem with his sense of smell, otherwise he would be able to smell the problem in the water just by smelling it."

Shang Huaiyan wondered: "What's wrong with this?"

Yi Baitang was indifferent: "Who knows?"

"Two." Mr. Qian coughed, interrupting the conversation between Yi Baitang and Shang Huaiyan, "Where's Yi Yi?"

Yi Baitang: "I have something to do one by one, I will come out later."

Do you want me to take out the promised things first?

Mr. Qian thought to himself.

Just at this time, some strange and fragmentary sounds suddenly came out of the kitchen.

Knock, knock!

The sound of eggshells being cracked.

Touch, touch!

The sound of chopsticks touching dishes.

hula-

The sound of lighting.

I don’t know if it’s because he’s about to see his daughter who’s been away for three days. Mr. Qian feels inexplicably upset by these voices, and can’t help but find fault in his heart: I don’t know who is staying in the kitchen. He stumbled like a child of three or four years old. Assuming he was older than three or four years old, then he must have an unknown close connection with some kind of food that often appears on human tables!

But now what do you think about these things that you don’t have?

Mr. Qian let out a breath, and took out a form from his pocket: "This is the star hotel application form for this year." He opened it in front of Yi Baitang, signed the recommender's name on the form, "according to our previous It's agreed, as long as you speak in front of me one by one, my recommendation quota for this year will be yours."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of cooking in the kitchen stopped abruptly, and the sound of loading dishes quickly sounded and disappeared, and then: "Dad—"

Mr. Qian suddenly turned his head and saw his daughter rushing towards him from the kitchen like a small cannonball holding something in her hand. He quickly reached out to hold his daughter's arm, with a serious expression: "How many times have I said, don't run so fast!" Come on, have you forgotten after not seeing you for a few days?"

Yi Baitang and Shang Huaiyan: "..."

Shang Huaiyan bit his ear: "If I had children, I would definitely not raise them like him."

Yi Baitang: "Then how do you want to raise it?"

Shang Huaiyan chuckled, "It's like raising you."

Yi Baitang: "..."

He looked at the young sapling with admiration, and his growth rate was at a rapid pace, but he always felt...as if his skill points were wrong.

Is the direction of my parenting wrong?

Yi Baitang was a little distressed.

Qian Yiyi flattened his mouth again.But Yi Baitang's exhortation just now had an effect. She didn't cry, nor did she stop talking. Instead, with the determination to "let Dad eat scrambled eggs", she pushed the plate in front of Mr. Qian again: "Eat!" !"

A plate of scrambled eggs came into Mr. Qian's eyes.

It was still the same dish that appeared in front of Yi Baitang, and it was not in good condition, not to mention gourmets, even ordinary people probably wouldn't think it was so delicious.

But at this time, besides the gourmet Mr. Qian, sitting here is Qian Yiyi's father, Mr. Qian.

Father was stunned for a while, forgetting that his sense of taste and smell had not recovered, took the small spoon in Qian Yiyi's hand, and took a bite of scrambled eggs.

Salty to bitter, sweet to numb, and a bit of sour vinegar?

Mr. Qian had a big pimple on his brow.

The chaotic flavors tormented his delicate palate like a sharp knife.

His face turned from serious to livid, making Qian Yiyi, who was standing at his feet, a little shy.

Mr. Qian suddenly put the child on his lap.

He said to the child seriously: "Yiyi, you spent 5 minutes scrambling eggs, and put three tablespoons of salt in the middle, then two tablespoons of soy sauce, one tablespoon of sugar and one tablespoon of vinegar. Salt Bardo Two spoonfuls of soy sauce, one spoonful of soy sauce, the sugar is too concentrated, vinegar is not necessary at all. You only need to choose the same between soy sauce and salt, add a little sugar or not, delete the confusing option of vinegar— ——Whether a dish is good or not, you can not only taste it, but also smell it, and you can also see it.”

He picked up the plate from Qian Yiyi's hand: "Look, just from the color, it looks very dirty, not at all as beautiful as the little yellow chicken on your clothes."

Qian Yiyi quickly covered the little yellow chicken on his clothes!

Mr. Qian said solemnly again: "Take a sniff close to the tip of your nose, and you can still smell the sour vinegar smell, like the smell of you not washing your hair obediently at night—"

Qian Yiyi quickly covered his hair!

Mr. Qian wanted to say more, but his words suddenly stopped.

He thought back to what he had just done.

He tasted it and got the worst scrambled eggs ever.

He then sniffed, his nose faithfully picking up the sourness of the vinegar and a bit of suspicious burning.

He still can't believe it.

He took another bite of the egg, and his mouth was really full of indescribable taste.

He sniffed the eggs again. The vinegar smell was really choking.

He then turned his gaze to his daughter. The little girl's eyes wandered back and forth between the scrambled eggs and her father, and she whispered, "Dad, eat more..."

These are real!

But Mr. Qian was still in a trance.

Just two hours earlier, he'd been cursing from a tiring journey that hadn't solved anything, and had been exhausted by an unexpected incident along the way.

Then in the blink of an eye, all the knotted obsessions unravel with the most unexpected simplicity.

A burst of anger from his chest broke through the fog that hovered in his mind, and Mr. Qian suddenly realized something.

Perhaps, as the psychiatrist he saw first said, all problems actually originate from himself, whether it is the child's or the taste trouble caused by the child.

And now, he thought, it was all settled.

Half an hour before the meal, Mr. Qian, who had figured everything out, packed his daughter away, leaving only a signed quota form.

Yi Baitang took a pen and slowly filled out the form.

Shang Huaiyan packed all the cups and plates on the coffee table into the kitchen, and when he picked up the plates, he couldn't help but say, "It's like this... haven't you taught me how to cook vegetables one by one?"

Yi Baitang didn't raise his eyes: "It's not my cooking that he wants to eat."

Shang Huaiyan smiled and said, "I thought you would make a dish for him to approve."

Yi Baitang: "My dishes don't need the approval of a certain person or a few people. But..."

Shang Huaiyan: "Huh?"

Yi Baitang finally raised his head.

He thought about it: "Emotions are indeed wonderful—if you lose your sense of taste, it will never be restored because of a little girl's scrambled eggs."

Shang Huaiyan answered the words smoothly: "But I can recover because of a delicious dish you cooked."

Yi Baitang: "Is it the love or the dish that brought you back?"

Shang Huaiyan smiled: "But they are one in the first place. If you want to ask me whether I like men or you—" He shrugged, "You are one in the first place."

【Roti&salade】