Window 2, Seventh Canteen

At around nine o'clock in the morning, in the bakery outside the east gate, every breath of air is filled with a strong aroma of butter.

Taste connects different scenes, and Jiang Wei thinks of Han Zilu.

He looked at the inbox of his mobile phone, except for the "Good morning" message from early in the morning, Han Zilu had not sent any other messages.

Probably too busy with work.

Jiang Wei tried to imagine what Han Zilu looked like at work, and found that apart from the image of him in a white uniform, he couldn't make up any details.

He has lived for more than [-] years, and he was a student most of the time. In fact, he doesn't know what it's like to really work, let alone the profession of a chef.

But looking at Han Zilu going out early and returning late every day, you can tell that he is working hard.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wei felt that after returning home, she should start working as a tutor again. Although it was an easy part-time job, if she had a job, she would feel more mature and reliable.

Jiang Wei bought the meat floss bag that she used to buy most often, and looked at her phone after leaving the store. After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't think of anything to send Han Zilu, so she had to give up.

Falling in love is really not a simple matter, and dealing with interpersonal relationships is also very complicated.

Jiang Weiyi was pedaling his bicycle while thinking about Han Zilu and Zhao Siyuan, and felt that there were still many problems that he needed to solve.

The sun in early spring is warm and comfortable on the body, and the sun in the north is light in color, shining bright but not dazzling white on the ground.

Riding a bicycle on the campus path, looking at the trees on the side of the road, listening to the sound of dribbling on the basketball court, stepping on the pedals slowly, and just wandering leisurely, the messy things in my mind gradually faded away, and my mood It also became as bright as a cloudless sky.

The feeling of emptying your mind and thinking about nothing is very pleasant.

Everything seems to be the same as before.

After returning to the dormitory and taking off his coat, Jiang Wei immediately went to find Zhao Siyuan and gave him bread and milk.

Zhao Siyuan is playing a game with headphones on.

Jiang Wei patted him on the shoulder, but he didn't move.

Jiang Wei put the bread and milk directly on the table, turned on half of his earphones, "Eat something, you didn't eat in the morning."

Zhao Siyuan glanced at Jiang Wei, and his ten fingers continued to move rapidly on the keyboard.

This time Jiang Wei directly took off his earphones, "Why, what a big deal, as for being angry? Come, eat something, I bought it specially to compensate you."

Zhao Siyuan: "If you don't eat, you won't be hungry."

Jiang Wei slapped Zhao Siyuan on the head, "Let me tell you, if you don't eat after nine o'clock in the morning, your body will start to digest the excrement in your stomach. It's almost ten o'clock now, and you've been eating for a long time Shit."

"What the hell are you eating shit?" Zhao Siyuan paused the game, picked up the bread, randomly peeled off the packaging bag and took a bite.

Jiang Wei looked at him and smiled.

Zhao Siyuan opened the milk, "What are you looking at, why are you smirking?"

Jiang Wei: "Hurry up and eat, let's go play ball after eating, it's been a long time."

Zhao Siyuan: "Hey, you know it's been a long time since you went."

Jiang Wei: "No energy, no energy. Didn't you have a holiday a while ago? In a word, are you going or not?"

"Go, see if I don't beat you up."

Jiang Wei heaved a sigh of relief. At first he thought that Zhao Siyuan was really angry with him, but looking at it now, it's actually okay. He worked hard to please him, so it should have passed.

After Zhao Siyuan finished eating, the two took the ball to the playground. There were already a lot of people gathered on the field, and everyone formed teams freely. Jiang Wei and Zhao Siyuan were divided into two sides.

At the beginning, Jiang Wei deliberately let Zhao Siyuan go. After halftime, he started to play vigorously, so he didn't care about letting the water go. Both of them fought with all their strength. After a game, their underwear was soaked in sweat up.

In the end, Jiang Wei won, and he proudly ran to Zhao Siyuan, Zhao Siyuan hooked him and began to strangle his neck.

Jiang Wei laughed out loud, thinking that getting along like this is very good now.

When handing the water to Zhao Siyuan, Jiang Wei said casually, "I'll introduce Han Zilu to you when I have time."

Zhao Siyuan: "That's why I'm courteous to please me."

Jiang Wei: "Hey, it's boring for you to say that, my good buddy, shouldn't I treat you well? Hey, what, so have you seen it or not?"

Zhao Siyuan: "Let's talk about it in a few days, I'm not in the mood right now."

"Come on, you." Jiang Wei hooked Zhao Siyuan's shoulder, "I said, it's almost noon, how about going out for dinner? Please eat Donglaishuner."

Zhao Siyuan: "Hey, Dong Lai Shun'er? You said it, don't regret it."

Jiang Wei: "Let's go, I haven't eaten for a long time, I'm hungry."

Zhao Siyuan: "Wait, grandpa, I will order all the most expensive mutton today, and I won't order a single dish! Order all the meat, and I will eat you to death."

Jiang Wei laughed and pushed Zhao Siyuan back to the dormitory and went out by bicycle.

Zhao Siyuan did what he said, and ordered five or six mutton rolls in one go, and he didn't even want a single vegetable leaf.

Jiang Wei didn't say anything, just cooked meat with him and chatted with him.

When half of the fifth plate was left, Jiang Wei was still enjoying the sliced ​​meat, but Zhao Siyuan himself was not good enough, but he said he didn't want vegetables, and now he was embarrassed to order again because of face, so he just I can bury my head in picking chopped green onions and coriander from the sesame sauce dish and chew them in my mouth, slowly eating the greasy taste of a catty of meat.

Jiang Wei saw Zhao Siyuan's careful thinking, and hurriedly added a baby dish.

Zhao Siyuan showed joy while complaining, "Why, didn't you agree not to order?"

Jiang Wei: "You can do it, I really want to eat."

Zhao Siyuan: "That's fine."

After the baby dish came out, Jiang Wei scooped up a piece, and Zhao Siyuan swept away the rest.

After the meat was full, the two chatted for a long time, and they made up completely.

Jiang Wei also felt at ease.

In the afternoon, they go back to their houses, play what should be played, and catch up on sleep when they should.

Jiang Wei didn't wake up until four o'clock, and when she turned on her phone, she saw Han Zilu's text message.

[I'm quite busy today, so I'll be free for a while, how are you doing?What are you doing? 】

Jiang Wei hurriedly went back, but after waiting for a long time, Han Zilu did not send another message. Looking back at the time when he sent this letter, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and Jiang Wei had just fallen asleep at that time.

It must have been just after lunch time that Han Zilu was free, but he actually missed it. Looking back now, I feel a little annoyed.

Jiang Wei couldn't help but sent Han Zilu a few more messages, but there was still no response.

Jiang Wei waited while looking at the album, but there was no letter by six o'clock, so he became a little anxious.

Go straight to the subway and go to Chongwenmen.

Jiang Wei had only been to that hotel once yesterday, so he was familiar with finding it.

After entering the door, I went straight to the restaurant. Before I got to the place, I saw two queues of guests waiting for a seat on the stools at the door.

Jiang Weiyi felt inexplicably proud when he thought that these people were all waiting to eat Han Zilu's cooking.

He also took a number, sat on the stool and waited for a seat together, and sent Han Zilu a few meaningless text messages, such as what are you up to and what time do you get off work.

There was no reply after sending, Jiang Wei played Tetris in a bored manner.

He waited about 10 minutes before he went in.

All the good seats were filled, and he was seated in the corner for two.

When the menu came up, Jiang Wei glanced at the prices and instantly felt that Han Zilu might be quite rich.

Then, he carefully looked at the pictures on the menu, thinking that these were all made by Han Zilu, he felt a little inexplicable again.

Maybe he looked too carefully, the waiter next to him politely urged, "Sir, have you made your choice?"

"Ah...they seem to be delicious, but I'm alone." He glanced around as he spoke, thinking that in such a big restaurant, all the dishes on everyone's table were made by Han Zilu. "

Amazing.

Waiter: "If you are here for the first time, you can try our recommended dishes." He said, turning the menu to the first page, pointing to the words "recommended by the chef", "This original mutton dish Clay pot is our signature, and mutton is also suitable for eating in winter."

"Let's just do it." Jiang Wei nodded vigorously, and the chef recommended, isn't the chef here Han Zilu, just for a few words, I want to try it.

Although he had already eaten a lot of mutton at noon, feel free to do so.

Jiang Wei casually ordered another plate of side dishes and a snack, and began to wait with his chin resting on his hands.

Dim sum comes first.

It's a small crabmeat dumpling.

Just looking at the appearance, you can tell that the taste will not be bad. The skin of the buns is thin and tough, with a slight transparency and luster.

The dish is served with rice vinegar and shredded ginger as standard. The bun skin is wrapped in a ring of vinegar sauce and stuffed into the mouth. The fresh and sweet taste is the same as the authentic Shanghai taste in memory.

But could this bun be made by Han Zilu?Probably not.

I can't say why, although the steamed stuffed bun is delicious, but Jiang Wei can't connect it with Han Zilu.

After about a few minutes, the waiter brought a small case of braised pork, in a small white porcelain jar, neatly square, with only four pieces in it.

The oily red sauce pork skin is appetizing just by looking at it.

Like Xiaolong, the taste is very authentic, but it still doesn't feel like Han Zilu's.

Maybe he didn't do it in the first place?The chef is mainly in charge of directing, right?

Then, the mutton was put on the table. The texture of the stoneware casserole was different from those shiny white dishes.

The waiter lifted the lid of the pot for Jiang Wei, and a moist and rich fragrance came to his face along with the steam.

The waiter brought out a bowl for Jiang Wei, "Sir, please use it slowly."

The original mutton stew in clear soup does not look fancy at first glance.

But if you look closely, you can see that there are well-simmered pork belly and legs in the soup, and there are fine pepper particles floating around the Codonopsis Angelica dahurica.

This feels more like Han Zilu's style.

Thinking about it, Jiang Wei stuffed the lamb brisket into his mouth. The smooth, delicate and soft texture melted together on the tip of his tongue. It was so delicious that people couldn't bear to swallow it.

Jiang Wei was sure that this was something Han Zilu would cook. The mutton tasted different from what he usually ate. It must have been carefully selected, and the cooking method kept the original flavor of the ingredients as much as possible.

Jiang Wei appraised in his heart with dignity, scooping up the meat and soup in the pot bowl by bowl, but in less than ten minutes, he actually ate a small pot to the bottom.

Jiang Wei burped, her stomach was already full.

He lingered on the taste of the first bite of mutton, and he was sure that the meal was a wonderful experience, but even though it was mutton stew, he still felt that something was missing?

what is it then?

Maybe someone to eat with him.

Eating alone is always a bit boring.

On a whim, Jiang Wei called the waiter, "Excuse me, can I meet your chef?"

The waiter looked suspicious, "Sir, do you have any dissatisfaction with our dishes?"

Jiang Wei: "No, no, I'm very satisfied, so I want to meet you."

Generally speaking, if you ask to see the chef after eating in a hotel, the other party will agree. Although it is a simple show of face, it is still some kind of interaction.

But the waiter showed embarrassment, "I'm sorry, it's still the peak time for dining, and the kitchen is busy, so it may not be convenient. If you must meet, you can consider waiting, but it may take a long time." Most people heard this. There will definitely be no waiting, but Jiang Wei's purpose in coming here is to meet Han Zilu, so naturally he won't back down.

Jiang Wei: "Okay, I'll just wait here, sorry for the trouble."

The waiter felt a little embarrassed, nodded and left, and soon came to the back kitchen and walked to Han Zilu's side.

"Chef Han, just now a customer ordered a signature dish and was very satisfied. He said he wanted to meet you."

Han Zilu, "I said before that I don't really want to see guests."

The waiter was also in a dilemma, "I know, I already told him that it might take a long time, but he still insisted on waiting."

Han Zilu's expression changed slightly, "Is that the guest who came a few days ago?"

Waiter, "No, no, the guest who came this time is very young, looks like a student, speaks politely, and seems to really like our dishes."

Han Zilu's expression was quite different when he heard the word "student". After hearing this sentence, there was even a smile in his eyes.

He washed his hands, took off his mask, explained a few words to his assistant, and then walked out of the back kitchen.

When Han Zilu came over, Jiang Wei was holding his mobile phone in a daze.

He didn't expect Han Zilu to appear so soon, he didn't raise his head until the chandelier reflected on the screen dimmed.

He saw Han Zilu standing at the table.

Under the soft light of the crystal lamp, Han Zilu was wearing a slim white uniform, standing upright, so handsome that people couldn't take their eyes off him.

The waiter introduced, "This is our Chef Han."

Han Zilu made a signal, and the waiter left first.

Han Zilu looked at the empty bowls and plates, "Are you satisfied with our dishes, sir?"

Jiang Wei's Adam's apple twitched, and he nodded heavily, not knowing what to say for a while.

Han Zilu opened the opposite chair and sat down, crossing his hands and resting his chin, with a smile in his eyes.

He asked softly, "Why are you here?"

"I, what, just want to taste here..." Jiang Wei looked at Han Zilu's face and felt that he was even more beautiful than he remembered.

Han Zilu waved his hand in front of Jiang Wei's eyes, "What are you thinking about?"

Jiang Wei scratched his head, "What should I do, I want to kiss you."