Four Seasons Three Meals

As Cong Shan expected, after Mr. Cong went to Australia, he was dismissed from his post.

Jiang Huai was a little surprised, he didn't expect Cong Yue to be so impatient.

On Friday, Cong Shan took an evening flight back to Jiangcheng, and Jiang Huai went to pick him up.

Congshan is very calm, with a faint sense of relaxation.

His tone was casual, and he told Jiang Huai that the internal charges were violating the group's code of conduct, having too close contacts with male employees of his company, and divulging the group's business secrets.

Jiang Huai reacted for a while, then asked Cong Shan: "Is this male employee referring to me?"

Cong Shan said, "Probably so."

Jiang Huai endured it for a long time, laughed out loud, and said, "Okay, I'll be a beauty in the beauty trick too."

Cong Shan said: "That's not counting, I haven't fought for you yet, and you're only halfway there."

Jiang Huai smiled, and said "hmm" again, "Don't worry, you lost your job because of me, and I will support you."

Cong Shan smiled and said, "Lawyer Lao Jiang will take care of you in the future, and the treatment should not be lower than that of Cheng Yusheng."

Jiang Huai asked softly: "Is this salary not high?"

Cong Shan said: "A gentleman's words are hard to follow, Huai Bao, you must not go back on your word."

Jiang Huai smiled.

When they returned home, Jiang Huai went to make supper for Cong Shan. Before walking away, he said, "The Cong family's world is too small for you. I'm really happy that you escaped now."

Cong Shan was a little surprised and smiled slightly.

On Saturday, there was a light rain in the sky, Jiang Huai and Cong Shan stayed at home and did not go out.

Jiang Huai followed Cong Shan to cook in the kitchen. He cooked sour radish and duck soup in a casserole, added pickled rouge radish, and poured cooking wine. The soup was bright red and full of aroma.

Jiang Huai tasted a bowl, the soup was clear and bright, the meat was tender and the soup was delicious.

He asked Cong Shan: "Do you have a grudge against the duck? Every time you make the duck so delicious."

Cong Shan smiled and said, "Huaibao, after we get married, we will go to Nanjing for our honeymoon and eat duck soup dumplings. Once you eat it, you will never forget it."

Jiang Huai smiled, and asked, "What are those pieces of wood in the cardboard box at the door used for?"

Cong Shan said: "You will know in a while."

Jiang Huai said "hmm", he felt that following Cong Shan felt good, he didn't have to be independent, he could be lazy.

After dinner, Cong Shan found a set of tools, sat at a long table with good light, and began to plan wood.

Jiang Huai saw that he was digging so seriously, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

He paused and said, "When you're focused, you don't think about anything."

He planed out a bowl shape, and let Jiang Huai hold it to try the feel.

Jiang Huai asked with a smile, "Are we going to the train station to beg? You even made the bowl for me."

Cong Shan smiled and said, "It's not impossible."

Jiang Huai said "Oh" and said, "You can even cook bowls, I don't think I'm good enough for you, but luckily I have a thick skin."

Cong Shan had nothing to do with him, and said with a smile, "Huaibao, come here, let me kiss you."

Jiang Huai leaned forward, and Cong Shan kissed her, and both of them were satisfied.

On the terrace under the eaves, there is a tank of green money grass, which is emerald green all the year round, rippling continuously in the rain, and there are red carp, golden carp and black carp.

Jiang Huai looked through the green window screen, and thought that the moment when he didn't know why was the most interesting moment, aimlessly, just because he liked it in his heart.

He was idle teasing Cheng Yusheng, watching it quack, very happy.

He went to the kitchen to steal rice wine to drink, poked his head out to see Cong Shan was polishing the wooden bowl, he was really focused, the contrast of light for a moment gave his silence a sense of depth.

Jiang Huai suddenly felt that even if there was a day when the show ended, he could rely on these clips to be happy for several years, even enough for him to reminisce for a lifetime.

In such an afternoon, he made a wooden bowl, a pair of wooden chopsticks, and a square wooden plate, and let Jiang Huai hold it to try the feel.

Jiang Huai said: "They are very good at it, and I will perform quail eggs for you later."

Cong Shan smiled and said, "Okay. When you use the bowls and chopsticks in amber color, we will be at least 70 or [-] years old."

Jiang Huai said: "When the time comes, I will help you brush your dentures. If you want to help me brush your dentures, that's fine too."

Cong Shan couldn't help laughing, and asked, "Huaibao, before we grow old, do you have any wishes?"

Jiang Huai thought for a long time and said, "I want to eat stinky tofu in your car."

Cong Shan said, "Okay."

It sounded like it was going to kill him.

There was a smile in Jiang Huai's eyes, he had hit the bottom line of OCD, it was fun.

After a long time, the three-piece dinner set that Cong Shan made for him had a clear outline, and he looked at it under the light for a long time.

Jiang Huai thinks the texture of wooden products is very beautiful.

Cong Shan said: "In the past, the big trees in the sky were cut down to sacrifice wine. Trees live longer than people."

Jiang Huai asked: "Is there only one set of bowls and chopsticks? What about yours?"

Cong Shan said: "I will follow your method later, but I have to put it aside for a while and change it."

Jiang Huai asked: "Can't it be changed now?"

Cong Shan said: "There must be a lot of distracting thoughts about something that has just been made. It takes a while to make an accurate judgment."

Jiang Huai gave an "oh" half-comprehensive, and calmed down, watching Cong Shan's nimble hands polishing the set of wooden products with beeswax.

Jiang Huai asked: "What else will you do?"

Cong Shan asked him back: "Huaibao, what else do you want?"

Jiang Huai shook his head and said honestly, "I don't know. I seem to have nothing, and I seem to have everything."

Cong Shan knew that he was dazed.

He didn't speak, stopped what he was doing, took Jiang Huai's hand, and kissed him softly.

After a while, Jiang Huai said, "I thought of it."

Cong Shan looked at him.

Jiang Huai said, "Tell me, what do you need to get married?"

Jiang Huai couldn't wait for their appointment next spring.

Cong Shan smiled, seeing through his mind.

He said: "We will go out to the market later, and I will tell you in the evening."

In the evening, they went out, drove to a market far away from home, passed by a church, and sat in.

They sat in the back row of bench seats, the dome was so high, and the stained glass was gorgeous, making people immersed in a solemn atmosphere.

After leaving the church, Cong Shan took Jiang Huai to the seafood market at the nearby pier.

On the way, we passed the medicinal material market, where all kinds of medicinal materials were sold in the shops, as well as dry goods such as fish maw and sea cucumber.

Cong Shan took Jiang Huai's hand and walked towards the inner alley, passing through layers of medicinal materials, the smell of traditional Chinese medicine lingered up.

Cong Shan went to a small shop and bought a pack of vine root, Jiang Huai smelled it, and it was lighter.

Jiang Huai asked, "What are you buying this for?"

Cong Shan said: "Put it in boiling hot rice wine and boil thinly sliced ​​yellow beef. It's a dish."

Jiang Huai said, "I've never seen this dish in a restaurant."

He said: "This dish is made in a small place in the mountains. The yellow beef slaughtered in the morning is paired with the newly brewed glutinous rice wine in the first month. It tastes very fresh."

Jiang Huai smiled and said, "I'm really afraid that one day I will eat protected animals with you."

Cong Shan smiled and said: "The really delicious ingredients are often the most common ingredients, the key lies in the technique."

Jiang Huai smiled and nodded.

The two walked to the pier seafood market diagonally across the street. The ground was wet and there were overbearing trolleys everywhere.

The two of them gradually walked into the market. The street was full of seafood stalls, some of which were wholesale of a certain type of seafood, and some mixed with retail.

They walked to the side of the shrimp selling tank. Jiang Huai liked to look at the big blue lobsters, the blue bamboo shrimps, and the gray skinny shrimps.

The stall owner has a listless green dragon tattooed on his body, holds a net pocket, and greets the customers warmly.

Cong Shan asked Jiang Huai, "Would you like to eat shrimp brushed with salt, or prawns baked with cheese?"

Jiang Huai thought it was all delicious, so he thought of a bad joke, and whispered in Cong Shan's ear: "Who does the stall owner want to scare with the tattoo of a pipi shrimp on his chest?"

Cong Shan laughed out loud, covered Jiang Huai's mouth lightly, and said in a low voice, "Bringing you out to play is like a prison release. If the stall owner hears about it, we won't be able to get out of this market."

Jiang Huai nodded with a smile, Cong Shan let go, and turned to buy prawns, mussels, and big crabs from the stall owner.

Jiang Huai was responsible for carrying the bag, and the seafood was alive and kicking, and he and his five internal organs temple were about to be sacrificed.

It's nice to live at the top of the food chain.

In the evening, after dinner, the two of them sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the winter sunset fall into the mountains, as hazy as a splash of iced tea.

Jiang Huai drank wine and looked out of the window. It was getting dark. He saw the small light cords on the trees twinkling with the stars. The sky was so dark that it turned blue and purple, so dark that it was unreal.

He realized in a trance that it was almost the new year.

He was a little drunk, and suddenly said without thinking: "It's the Chinese New Year."

Cong Shan nodded and followed his words: "Although there are twists and turns this year, it is still very satisfactory overall."

Jiang Huai smiled and said, "It turns out that Dr. Cong has a habit of introspection."

Cong Shan said: "In addition to introspection, I also review the past to learn the new."

Jiang Huai didn't know why.

Cong Shan moved the chair, suddenly moved closer, took Jiang Huai's hand, gently unfolded it, and put a star-like diamond ring on his ring finger.

He said to himself: "I've been waiting for the right time, and it doesn't seem right now, but when is it right?"

Jiang Huai was stunned, very surprised.

He looked up and said, "If you asked me this afternoon, this is the answer."

Jiang Huai let out a "hmm".

Cong Shan said flatly: "The group has no place for me."

Jiang Huai said: "This is a proof."

Cong Shan stared at him and asked, "Prove what?"

Jiang Huai said with a smile: "It proves that I don't just love you for your glamorous appearance. If you are willing to gain weight, my love will be more pure."

He laughed and said, "I'm being stupid again, marrying a poor and fat man, it's too late to cry."

Jiang Huai was very sure: "I won't cry."

"Hey, haven't you already cried?"

Jiang Huai didn't know why, but remembered what Cong Shan said the last time they were messing around on the balcony.

He said that Jiang Huai wanted to return his tears.

It turns out that their love runs through the past and the present, and the entanglement of life after life is so crazy that no one is awake, and death is also unclear.

Tears suddenly welled up in Jiang Huai's eyes, as if foreshadowing, he was so dazed that he was about to cry again.

Cong Shan looked at him, put his arms around him, and kissed his forehead lightly.

He thought that his lover was Jiang Huai, who trusted and cared for him sincerely, and his heart was filled with a touch of warmth.