Window 2, Seventh Canteen

Jiang Wei and Han Zilu moved in on Friday, and as of Monday morning, they had lived together for three days and two nights.

At 06:30, the alarm clock rang on time.

Jiang Wei frowned, and stretched out his hands sleepily, groping around on the small bookshelf at the head of the bed for three times but failed to find the phone.

Turning around again, I still didn't touch the phone, but I touched something else.

"Morning." It was Han Zilu's voice.

Jiang Wei opened his eyes suddenly, with half sight and half feeling, he caught Han Zilu's hand.

Han Zilu pulled his hand back, but Jiang Wei didn't let go.

This was the first time in three days that he saw Han Zilu when he woke up, and of course he was unwilling to let go easily.

With a force, Jiang Wei dragged Han Zilu who was standing to the bed again.

Jiang was the only one who turned sideways, pinned down Han Zilu, and threw himself on him like a big dog. With a chuckle, he said in a hoarse voice unique to the morning, "Morning."

Han Zilu: "You can lie down for a while, I'm making breakfast, I'll call you when it's ready."

Jiang Wei put her hands and feet around Han Zilu's body, "Then you sleep with me."

Han Zilu: "Don't make trouble, I'm cooking."

Jiang Wei: "No, I finally caught you, so I won't let you go."

Han Zilu smiled and stroked Jiang Wei's head.

Jiang Wei buried her head in Han Zilu's neck, smelling his scent, "What time did you wake up?"

Han Zilu: "It's earlier than you anyway."

Jiang Wei: "Call me next time you wake up, don't allow yourself to get up early."

Han Zilu: "I won't have time to cook when you're together."

Jiang Wei: "Then go out to eat...Anyway, you have to call me, let's go together..." His voice was full of sleepiness, and he fell asleep again as he spoke.

After about 10 minutes like this, Jiang Wei woke up suddenly, raised his head and looked around, "What time is it?"

Han Zilu: "It's almost time to get up."

Only then did Jiang Wei realize that he was lying on Han Zilu's body. The shortcomings of the previous two days were finally made up for. He kissed Han Zilu on the ear, "Morning, Zilu."

Han Zilu also accompanied him and said again, "Morning."

Sitting at the table after washing, Jiang Wei couldn't help but make a "wow" mouth.

So rich.

Dry fried eggs, crystal shrimp dumpling, fermented glutinous rice balls, mango salad.They are served in delicate containers, each of which is small, but more than enough for two people for breakfast.

Jiang Wei swallowed, looked at Han Zilu, "There are so many, how did they come out?"

Han Zilu pointed to the shrimp dumplings and fried eggs, "Eat these first, they won't taste good if they get cold."

Jiang Wei picked up the crystal clear shrimp dumpling and looked at it against the light. The red color of the shrimp was revealed from the thin, translucent skin. He carefully dipped it in the soy sauce dish and put it in his mouth...

The shrimp meat is served with sushi soy sauce, which tastes extra crunchy and sweet, and unlike ordinary shrimp dumplings, this shrimp dumpling also has a little fragrant soup, a bit like Shanghai Xiaolongbao, but much more delicious than that.

Jiang Wei counted the number of shrimp dumplings in the steamer, and used chopsticks to divide the remaining five into two sides, three on one side and two on the other.

He said to Han Zilu: "Eat, eat quickly, or I will finish eating in a while."

Han Zilu: "It's just for you to eat. If you like it, you can eat it."

Jiang Weiyi shook his head, and quickly ate the two that belonged to him, with a lingering aroma in his mouth.

After eating, Jiang Wei bit the tip of the chopsticks, "Zi Lu, are these shrimp dumplings made of live shrimp? Where did the shrimp come from? I don't remember any at home."

Han Zilu: "I bought it, don't ask so many questions, eat quickly, or you will be late."

Jiang Wei stuffed the fried egg into his mouth. The smoothness of the runny egg yolk and the aroma of dry oil were different from the sweetness of the shrimp dumpling. The taste was rich and full of satisfaction.

Jiang Wei had some egg yolk on the corner of his mouth, "You didn't buy that shrimp early in the morning, did you? How early do you have to get up?"

Han Zilu ate the glutinous rice balls, "Fortunately, I bought it on the way back from running."

Jiang Wei frowned, "You still go for a run? My God, what time did you get up? Did you sleep well at one o'clock last night, how many hours did you sleep?" He stared at Han Zilu's face, especially his beautiful pair of Although the eyes are not as bloodshot as yesterday, they are still reddish, not only that, but also have a layer of blue under the eyes, and the dark circles under the eyes have come out.

Han Zilu: "It's okay, I'm used to getting up early, and I'm a few years older than you, so I don't sleep like you."

Jiang Wei picked up Han Zilu's face, looked at it again and again, and suddenly whispered, "Isn't it too much?"

Han Zilu smiled, and pushed the Jiuniang Yuanzi back to Jiang Wei, "Hurry up, it's 07:30, we'll be out in 10 minutes."

After finding out that Han Zilu's complexion was not good, Jiang Wei kept looking at him distractedly while eating, and even when he went out later, he kept looking for opportunities to observe.

He drove Han Zilu out of the school gate by bicycle, and said with some embarrassment when he parted: "I must go to bed early tonight, I won't do anything."

Han Zilu rubbed his head, "Go, we're going to be late."

Jiang Wei waved goodbye, turned around on the bike, Han Zilu stood there for a while, and left until he could no longer see Jiang Wei.

At the hotel, he is not responsible for breakfast. Although he goes to work at nine o'clock, the real busy time is at noon and before dinner.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Han Zilu saw Yuan Hao directing the other chefs to work.

Seeing him, Yuan Hao immediately ran over with bright eyes, "Good morning, Brother Han."

Han Zilu: "Morning, thank you for your hard work."

Yuan Hao: "Everything is hard work, it should be." He looked at Han Zilu sideways, "Brother Han... Oh no, chef, you have worked too hard recently, and your complexion is not very good. Is there any discomfort? I There is an aunt who is a Chinese medicine doctor, do you want to take you to see it?"

Han Zilu shook his head with a smile, "I'm fine, maybe I haven't had a good rest." He said and walked to the locker room.

Han Zilu's dressing room is separate, although it is very small, only ten square meters, but in addition to the wardrobe and desk, there is also a narrow single bed, which can be used for him to rest for a while when he is not busy.

As soon as Han Zilu took off his coat, Yuan Hao knocked on the door and came in.

"Is something wrong?"

"Oh, it's not about work." Yuan Hao scratched his head, his movements were a bit like Jiang Wei's. Every time he saw it, Han Zilu felt kind and cute.

"That's it?" Han Zilu held the white uniform in his hand, and he could only change it after Yuan Hao finished speaking.

Yuan Hao stared at Han Zilu's face, "Brother Han, the manager won't be here for the past two days. Today is Monday, so it won't be too busy. We are almost ready. There is nothing to do right now. Why don't you stay here?" Rest for a while? I'm watching in the kitchen, and I'll call you back when I start cooking. "

Han Zilu thanked Yuan Hao and rejected Yuan Hao's proposal. After he left, he changed his clothes and went into the kitchen.

Although he is not considered busy, he has never been idle. There is no real idleness in his work, it is just the difference between ordinary busy and extremely busy.

At noon, I was so busy that I didn't even have time to drink water. Even after dinner, I had to direct the chefs to prepare the ingredients for the evening.

In fact, these tasks can be done without him watching from the side, but he strives for perfection in every detail and does everything by himself. This does ensure the quality of the food, but it also puts a lot of burden on himself.

After a little leisure in the afternoon, Han Zilu called a young chef who had just arrived to correct his habit of using a knife.

This little chef has no problem with his speed and accuracy, but he is habitually using too much force. When everyone chops vegetables together, he can clearly hear his voice is louder than others. This will not affect the cooking, but in the long run, it will affect the chef It is a burden, and such a small problem is difficult to find by myself.

Han Zilu took out his own knife from the wooden box. This knife has been with him for many years. It was custom-made by a craftsman in Japan. The steel is very hard, sharp and durable, but it also requires sharpening skills.

He first demonstrated how to sharpen the knife with the little chef, and then took out a piece of tender tofu. The thin blade cut through the tender tofu, and when it hit the chopping board, the sound was very soft.

Han Zilu's movements were very skillful. With the sound of a soft impact, the tofu turned from a whole block into a thin strand. It is no exaggeration to say that it is not much thicker than a strand of hair.

Han Zilu has done this kind of demonstration many times, and he has never made a mistake. But today, at the end, his right hand shook slightly. With years of experience, he realized the problem almost instantly. The action couldn't stop.

Moments later, the blade slashed across the knuckles of the middle finger.

The knife was very sharp, and after he stopped moving, it took a few seconds for the thin wound to ooze blood.

The little chef who was watching was also surprised, "Chef Han, you, are you okay?"

Yuan Hao rushed over upon hearing the sound, took Han Zilu's hand and helped him rinse, and then dragged him to the rest room to get medicine without stopping.

After spraying it with trauma spray and wrapping it with a band-aid, Yuan Hao breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother Han, be careful, that baby of yours is too sharp, if it is a little bit off, a piece of the flesh will be cut off, hey hey Hey, I can't rest assured even now, the wound is not shallow, but fortunately it is neat, don't touch the water and don't use the knife today, just rest, I will do the rest, trust me, it can be done."

After this incident, even if Han Zilu was worried, he didn't dare to continue to hold on. He nodded, explained to Yuan Hao some issues that should be paid attention to at night, and then stayed in the lounge.

After sitting for a while, his head was a little dizzy, he got up and locked the door, came back and lay down on the small bed, and fell asleep within a few minutes.

This sleep was very heavy, with almost no dreams. It was not until Yuan Hao knocked on the door at six o'clock that he woke up from the dream, tidied up, and went back to the kitchen.

On Jiang Wei's side, there was nothing new today. This was an ordinary Monday. Except for the absence of Zhao Siyuan in the professional class, everything else was as usual.

After evening class, he went home directly, nestled on the sofa and waited for Han Zilu while surfing the Internet.

Jiang Wei is not a careful person, but today, as soon as Han Zilu came home, he noticed his fingers. In fact, it is no wonder that Yuan Hao wrapped thick gauze around his fingers and put cartoon band-aids on them. One finger is wrapped like a mummy, so eye-catching, it's hard not to see it.

This really shocked Jiang Wei. Even though he asked the ins and outs clearly and knew that it was only a minor injury, he was not less worried. In order to fear that the wound would get infected with water, he didn't even let Han Zilu take a bath, and directly stripped the person for a change. The good pajamas were thrown on the bed, and he was ordered to take a good rest.

After Han Zilu settled down, Jiang Wei went to wash and tidy up by herself, and went to the bedroom for another half an hour.

He turned on a night light and looked at Han Zilu's face.

It seemed that Han Zilu was already fast asleep, breathing slowly and evenly.

Jiang Wei whispered in his ear, but he didn't respond.

Jiang Wei checked Han Zilu's injured finger again, tried for a while, found a comfortable and safe position for that hand, and then climbed onto the bed by himself, turned sideways and continued to look at Han Zilu's face.

Looking at it, his eyes fell on the shimmering eyelashes, and for some reason, he blew on those eyelashes lightly and briefly, probably because his father blew them away when he was a child. Too many times, there is a conditioned reflex.

Unexpectedly, when he blew, Han Zilu's eyes moved, obviously blinking.

Didn't fall asleep?

"Zilu?" Jiang Wei called out tentatively, and after two or three seconds, Han Zilu slowly opened his eyes.

Jiang Wei found that there were more bloodshot eyes in his eyes than last night.