Four Seasons Three Meals

The next morning, Cong Shan took his subordinates out to discuss business and contacted several interested investors.

Jiang Huai watched cats and mice in the room with great interest.Cong Shan came back, stood looking at it for a while, and asked, "Huaibao, is it because the cat likes to play with mice that it doesn't catch it, and plays stupid to make it laugh?"

Jiang Huai thought so, and nodded with a suppressed smile.

Cong Shan said again: "Huaibao, we have a banquet tonight."

Jiang Huai asked, "Who is it with?"

Cong Shan said: "An old man, he has some friendship with his grandfather."

Jiang Huai nodded.

Dinner was a more formal occasion, Cong Shan and Jiang Huai came out in a hurry, did not prepare formal clothes, and happened to go shopping.

Clothes are not difficult to buy, the two of them don't want the texture to be too new and look overly attentive, so they finally chose a more low-key color.

Jiang Huai went back to the hotel in his clothes, and there was a small red rash on the back of his neck for no reason.

Cong Shan asked him to take off his clothes, picked up the thread ends of the clothes with small scissors, carefully removed them, and asked with a smile: "Huaibao, which family's young master are you from? Can you feel the mattress when you sleep at night?" peas?"

Jiang Huai ignored his teasing, realized that it was very itchy, and said, "I can't stand that thing."

Cong Shan went to the toilet and twisted a wet towel, hugged Jiang Huai in his arms, put the towel on gently, and asked, "Huaibao, how about taking a milk bath at night? The season changes and the skin needs more maintenance."

Jiang Huai was so itchy that he ignored him.

Before going out at night, the rash didn't go away, but it didn't itch anymore.Jiang Huai bought a powder cake and asked Cong Shan to help him cover the rash on the back of his neck.

They stood in front of the mirror, Jiang Huai lowered his head obediently, exposing his neck, under the warm yellow light glowing seductively, Cong Shan couldn't help stretching out his hand, gently rubbing the side of his neck, rubbing off a piece of foundation.

Jiang Huai looked in the mirror, took a look at him, and said, "It needs to be painted again."

Cong Shan kissed his earlobe and said, "Huaibao, let me paint it for you again."

He used the technique of painting to reapply, gently and softly, Jiang Huai felt itchy, retracted his neck, and threw himself into a trap to hide in Cong Shan's arms.

The two hugged each other for a long time, and finally went out.

The dinner was held in a private room in a high-end restaurant, and the old man was the host, without accompanying guests.

The old man started his business in Hong Kong in his early years, followed Run Run Shaw to do film and television, and later became independent. He met many beautiful people. When he met Cong Shan and Jiang Huai, he still liked him.

Looking good is one aspect, the eyes are full of intelligence, the attitude is just right, and the character brings out the background.

After a few pleasantries, the old man talked about business, saying that he had no reason to refuse and was willing to contribute, but there was a personal reason for the dinner.

Cong Shan was already prepared in his heart, and he could give in to other demands without affecting his business.

The old man said: "I have three sons under me. Two of them are doing business with me. They are so-so, and a pair of idiots who can't support them. There is only one youngest, very smart, good at studying since childhood, and just graduated this year. I think he If you follow me, it's hard to guarantee that you won't be praised by people in the company like his elder brother and second brother, so why not go to your company to train for a few years."

Jiang Huai understood that the old man wanted to fill the investment company with resource-oriented talents.

Like Li Xinxin, they are all people who "bring money into the group".

This is not uncommon.

Cong Shan readily agreed and said, "No problem. It's just that there are many local investment companies that are larger than ours. If you send them to my place, you won't be able to see your son every day."

The old man said with a smile: "It's because he can't stay in the local area. His group of cronies and friends are useless and spend their days drinking and drinking. He follows the entertainment, so he must not learn well."

After Jiang Huai listened for a long time, the old man's cautious way of thinking seemed to be a pity.

He and Cong Shan laughed at the same time.

The matter was settled, and with the old man's contacts and capital, Cong Shan had no reason to refuse.

The old man is very satisfied.

The two signed an agreement that night, and Cong Shan asked the old man to keep it secret for half a month, and the old man agreed.

After discussing the business, the two of them didn't delay any longer, and returned to Jiangcheng that night.

It was cold in spring, and Jiang Huai caught a cold and suffered from pharyngitis. His throat was so sore that he couldn't speak. He didn't go to work, and lay at home listlessly, peacefully being a patient.

Cong Shan came home from get off work and found that the heater was on.He turned on the humidifier, took off his coat, stood in front of the air conditioner and blew hot air to get rid of the cold before going to the bedroom to hug Jiang Huai.

Jiang Huai was wrapped in a woolen blanket, lying on the bed watching a documentary, watching little penguins walking crookedly on the glacier.

Cong Shan touched his forehead, he felt relieved that the fever was gone.

Cong Shan asked him, "Huaibao, does your throat still hurt?"

Jiang Huai said, "It hurts, and anti-inflammatory drugs don't work."

Cong Shan felt distressed, and said, "I'll cook lily and lotus seed lean meat soup for you later, to relieve your cough and moisten your lungs."

Jiang Huai said yes.

Cong Shan wanted to kiss him, but Jiang Huai avoided him and said, "Don't kiss me any more."

Cong Shan said, "Huaibao, are you afraid of infecting me?"

Jiang Huai didn't want to talk, he was superstitious, thinking that bad things would be effective if spoken out.

Cong Shan said, "What does that matter? It's just a cold."

Jiang Huai was so anxious that he covered his mouth: "Stop talking."

Cong Shan smiled and kissed his palm.

Cong Shan made him a cup of bellflower licorice tea, Jiang Huai felt a little sleepy after drinking it, and wanted to sleep in a daze.

Cong Shan kissed his forehead and said, "Sleep, I'll call you for dinner."

His voice was reassuring, and Jiang Huai closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He slept for an hour, sweated on his body, and his mind became clearer. He got out of bed wrapped in a blanket, and went to the kitchen to watch Congshan cook.

Cong Shan watched him walk in and poured him a glass of warm water.

Jiang Huai held it in his hand, and stood aside to watch quietly.

Wash the lilies and put them aside, soak the dried lotus seeds in hot water.Cong Shan washed the lean meat and cut it into pieces, blanched it in boiling water to remove the blood, then took it out and washed it.

Jiang Huai suddenly asked him, "How is that prince?"

Cong Shan heated up the pan, added oil, fried shallots and ginger, and asked him, "Who?"

Jiang Huai cleared his throat and said, "The third young master who brought money into the team."

Cong Shan came to his senses, smiled, and said, "A living treasure."

Jiang Huai became interested: "What's going on? Did he take the company off?"

Cong Shan added meat and fried it, cooked it with cooking wine, and fried it until the water dried up. He said, "That's not enough. Why do you think he came to report? What did the old man say about the smartest son who has studied business for four years and knows nothing about business."

Jiang Huai smiled and said, "This is also a common illusion that parents have. Their children are always outstanding."

Congshan poured broth, added salt, monosodium glutamate, lotus seeds, lily, brought to a boil over high heat, skimmed off the foam, simmered the meat until it was rotten, removed the green onion and ginger, and boiled slowly.

Cong Shan said, "Huai Bao, you don't know enough about the rich second generation."

Jiang Huai said, "Could it be that he wants to usurp power?"

Cong Shan said, "He wants to be a painter."

Jiang Huai was taken aback.

He opened his mouth, closed it again, and after a long time, he said, "Then how is he doing?"

Cong Shan smiled and said, "It's not as good as your beef balls."

Jiang Huai smiled and reached out to hit him.

Cong Shan said: "He agreed to come here because he knew that I knew an expert in the industry and wanted me to introduce him and praise him as a rookie in the painting world."

Jiang Huai said: "As expected of the prince, if you think about it, you will."

Jiang Huai asked again: "Then what are you going to do?"

Cong Shanshen smiled mysteriously and said, "As he wishes."

Jiang Huai was puzzled.

Cong Shan said: "It's true that I know artists, and it's true that artists have perverted personalities."

Jiang Huai smiled.

While talking, the soup was ready, Cong Shan scooped up a small bowl, let Jiang Huai taste it.

Jiang Huai took a sip. The soup was fresh and delicious, the meat slices were smooth and tender, and the lily slices and lotus seeds were refreshing and pleasant.

He thought it was just right, and the two went to the restaurant for dinner.

After eating, Congshan decocted medicine for him to drink, and Jiang Huai drank a bowl, feeling that his sense of taste had become numb.

With tears in his eyes, he looked at Congshan, so pitiful.

Cong Shan fed him candied fruit, orange persimmon cake, which was sweet, and he felt better.

After drinking the medicine, he became more energetic, couldn't fall asleep, and took Cong Shan downstairs for a walk.

It's spring, and the time for the old people to return home is delayed. Jiang Huai and Cong Shan are among them, suddenly feeling a little emotional.

Jiang Huai talked about his life before coming to Jiangcheng, his work was like collecting addiction, the more he piled up the better, he wanted to take care of everything, but it stopped a lot after coming here for a year, anyway, it will all return to nothing, just take one is enough, Can also comprehend by analogy.

There was a rare sense of Zen in his words, Cong Shan smiled and said: "Huaibao, you have fulfilled your wish. Now you want to be pure. Many people don't have it yet. Why do you just take a ladle to drink?"

Jiang Huai said, "Then why did Dr. Cong hide from the world and seek peace in the first place?"

Cong Shan said: "Huaibao, life is not about visiting cornfields, one-third of the journey is to see, one-third is to choose and pick, and one-third is to compare gains and losses."

Jiang Huainahan said, "But ordinary people all over the world think so."

Cong Shan said seriously: "I don't think that's the case. It should be to choose a green corn that is pleasing to the eye, let the green corn accompany you for a walk, watch it set ears, count its corn kernels, and spend boredom with it. Maybe prettier, but not with me through the ages. I don't want it."

Jiang Huai missed the point and asked, "I'm a green corn?"

Cong Shan smiled and said, "You have to drink more black sesame seeds, otherwise the tassels will fall off, and it won't look good to be bald."

Jiang Huai smiled and said "oh".

They wandered around for a while, and when they reached the entrance of the community, they met a hawker selling bamboo and wood products.

Jiang Huai picked and picked, and finally bought a small bamboo stool.

He let Cong Shan put it in the car, so that he can use it for barbecue on the side of the road another day.

Cong Shan asked: "Huaibao, why do I have to grill by the side of the road?"

Jiang Huai said: "If tomorrow is the end of the world and the famine, we will set up a barbecue stall, roast the orange jade raw, and make a disaster fortune."

Cong Shan smiled and said, "It's better to hit the sun than choose the day."

Jiang Huai also smiled, and said, "Let's go back, Cheng Yusheng hasn't had dinner yet."

Cong Shan said, "Huaibao, you just said you want to roast it and eat it."

Jiang Huai said: "Doctor Cong, the doctors are benevolent."

When they got home, Jiang Huai went to feed Cheng Yusheng, and when he turned around, he found Cong Shan standing behind him.

Jiang Huai stood up and looked up at him, his expression was floating, reflected on the water, as if his face was the reflection of the mountains.

Cong Shan bowed his head and put the back of his hand against his face, and it took a long time before he let go.

There were a lot of people just now, and they were all old people who had gone through a lot of wind and waves. Jiang Huai's clingy mood was too stingy, and he didn't dare to let it out. When he got home, he did what he always wanted to do.

He suddenly felt shy. On the way home, he rambled about, and how much deliberate carelessness he had was not his original intention.

He thought of the painted windows in the shape of golden bells painted in the old house of the Cong family. 100 years ago, someone on a whim designed such a garden window in an old house with heritage.

He is obsessed with all the useless details of life, just as he is infatuated with Congshan.

He felt very happy, even if others saw them as flowers in a mirror, he knew it was a beautiful day.