money worship

Yan Jue went out in a hurry, and came back in a hurry. As soon as he entered the door, he dived into the room and started to pack his luggage, which made a loud bang, and successfully quarreled the two who were still taking a nap in the master bedroom next door.

Jingtang was sleeping soundly in Yan Cheng's arms, it was hard to open her eyelids at the moment, she grasped the fabric of Yan Cheng's chest with five fingers, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong, is there an earthquake..."

Yan Cheng was a light sleeper and had already woken up. He stroked the back of his head to comfort him and said, "It's okay, it's Yan Jue who's back."

So Jing Tang fell asleep peacefully again, covering her head under the quilt to block out the sound.

Yan Cheng let out a breath, got off the bed softly, went to the room next door to Yan Jue, and knocked on the door.The last time he entered Yanjue's room without permission and was scolded by his son, this time he remembered to wait for Yanjue's consent before entering.

"Come in—" Yan Jue glanced back and saw Yan Cheng standing at the door, "So you are here, I thought you were going out again."

"Jing Tang gets sleepy after taking the medicine, it's better to stay at home and rest." Yan Cheng said, "He's still sleeping, please be quiet."

"Understood." Yan Jue really relaxed his movements.

Yan Cheng asked, "Where are you going?"

"Move back to Jiang Yiran." Yan Jue said seriously, "He's injured, I have to take care of him."

It was the first time for Yan Cheng to hear Yan Jue say who he would take care of, and he was both gratified and emotional.He leaned against the wall and looked at Yan Jue's back, inexplicably, his son's childhood appeared in his mind. 20 years passed by in the blink of an eye, that dull and awkward child has grown up so much without knowing it, and finally learned to be considerate.

"By the way, next month will be your mother's death day." Yan Cheng reminded him, "Don't forget."

"...I know, how could I forget it." Yan Jue paused, "But what about Jing Tang?"

In the past, the relationship between the two of them was very good. On the anniversary of Mingyue's death, Jingtang's family of three would go to visit her with them.But now Jing Tang's identity has become a bit awkward, it seems a bit strange to take him there again.

Yan Cheng is also having a headache with this problem, it might be a little awkward to take Jingtang there, and he is afraid that the child will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't take Jingtang.He said, "I'll ask him then."

I don't know if it's because he recalled his childhood, Yan Jue suddenly murmured: "When I was young, my mother liked him quite a bit, and he also liked my mother."

Yan Cheng's deceased wife, Ming Yue, was a high school teacher.She is a very gentle woman, she treats people with kindness, and she likes children very much, so occasionally when she is free on weekends, she will help take care of the study of the little clingy girl who lives next door, and teach him how to do it question.Jingtang likes to eat the small cakes that Mingyue baked, and she always comes to their house with a cute smiling face to eat the small cakes.

Yan Cheng also sighed, "Yes."

When Jing Tang was a child, he was cute and good at acting like a baby. He had a sweet smile, spoke in a childlike voice, and loved all the people around him who treated him well—no adult would dislike such a child.More than ten years ago, Jingtang was the most popular person in their building. Every time the adults who were "captured" by his smile saw Jingtang playing in the community, they would want to hug him and buy him delicious food. Small snacks to eat.

"If only I could be a child for the rest of my life..." Yan Jue lowered his eyes and added, "I say him."

When Jingtang was a child, she had no worries and always looked happy.Yan Jue will be friends with Jing Tang, who has completely different personalities, largely because he is a little bit infected by the happy atmosphere around Jing Tang.

This time when I moved to the old house, I no longer needed to bring professional books. It took Yanjue less than an hour to pack the luggage, and a large suitcase was just right for it.

He just moved back and was about to move out again. Although Yan Cheng didn't say anything, he still felt a little bit reluctant to part with his son, so he said to Yan Jue, "If you're not in a hurry, let's go after dinner."

Yan decided to agree.

Yan Cheng continued, "I want to cook for myself tonight."

Yan Jue regretted it again.

"...Are you sure, Dad." Although the old father was kind enough to cook the food himself, Yan Jue really couldn't be happier, "The food you ruined will be sad."

"...It's not that bad." Yan Cheng was beaten mercilessly by his son, and he pursed his lips, looking a little frustrated, "I think it's still edible."

Jing Tang heard the father and son's conversation with sharp ears, and curiously leaned over and asked: "Is that so, how bad is it?"

Yan Jue said: "You should have eaten it too. It was the time when your parents went on a business trip together and left you at our house when you were young."

"Yeah!" Jingtang immediately recalled that memory, together with the taste of Yan Cheng's cooking, "It's really unpalatable."

Yan Cheng stopped talking.I didn't expect to be rejected by Jing Tang after being rejected by my son, I was really a little disappointed.

Yan Jue glanced at his father, finally softened his heart, and muttered: "Forget it, you can do it if you want, but this time you have to follow the recipe carefully, and don't play freely."

"Speaking of..." Yan Cheng suddenly remembered that he still had something in his hand, which happened to be useful.

Jing Tang asked suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"It's something left by your father." Yan Cheng patted Jingtang on the back, "Wait a minute, I'll find it."

After Yan Cheng finished speaking, he went straight to the study, opened the locked cabinet, and found a notebook from inside.This book has been around for some years, and it looks a little old. The corners of the pages are a little curled up, and the pages inside are also yellowed.After opening it, a line of words was written on the title page of the notebook - Xiaolian and Xiaotang's taste inspection, and a small heart was drawn on the back, the handwriting was neat and neat.

"Xiaotang" undoubtedly refers to Jingtang, and "Xiaolian" refers to Jingyue's wife Linglian.

Jing Yue has a special hobby. He likes to cook. When he is not busy at work, he will cook for his wife and son himself. The improved results are recorded in written form.After years and years, there is such a cookbook.

This notebook has been used for many years, and it is already full of writing.It was handed over to Yan Cheng by Jing Yue himself before Jing Tang was sent to live in Yan's house.

Jing Yue knew that Yan Cheng was not very good at cooking, and the nanny was always responsible for the meals at home, but he still hoped that this cookbook would come in handy one day.

When he took the cookbook from Jing Yue, Yan Cheng didn't think that something like that would happen later. It happened that he was very busy at work at that time, so he temporarily put away the cookbook, and planned to wait for Jingtang to come home. Return it to Jing Yue.

But now it's not anymore.

Yan Cheng looked at the notebook in his hand, his friend's voice appeared in his mind, he closed his eyes regretfully, then stood up, and handed it to Jing Tang who was standing at the door of the study.

"Jing Yue gave it to me, and it records the recipes of the dishes that you and your mother like to eat." Yan Cheng gently put the recipe into Jing Tang's palm, "Sorry, I didn't think about it before, I forgot for you."

Jing Tang shook her head, saying it was okay.

He raised his right hand, pinched the page with trembling fingertips, and opened it carefully, as if he was afraid of breaking it.

Jing Yue's memories are hidden in this cookbook.He turned page after page, as if looking at his father's memories over the years.

When he was in his twenties, Jing Yue's handwriting was not very mature, there was more than neatness, but not enough chic.He wrote at the end of a fish soup recipe: It is used to replenish the body of his wife.Xiaolian is pregnant, and I will be a father!Hope is a cute kid, I will love him well and let him be the happiest little idiot in the world!

When turning to the second half of the notebook, Jing Yue's handwriting became more and more sharp, with gentle force in every line.On the day of Jingtang's birthday, he made a bowl of extremely rich and luxurious fruit parfait, and wrote at the end: Time flies, Xiaotang grows up, and it's time to learn to be independent.But I really want to be with him a little longer.

Seeing this, Jing Tang couldn't hold back her emotions anymore, tears gushed out of her sour and hot eyes.He was afraid that his tears would wet the paper of the notebook and stain the handwriting on it, so he quickly closed the notebook and put it back in Yan Cheng's hand, then while sniffing, he wiped away the tears streaming down his cheeks with both hands.

Yan Jue, who was waiting for the two of them to come over in the living room, heard sobs, frowned and went to the study to check. After seeing Jing Tang who was crying, he looked to Yan Cheng beside him, and silently asked, "What are you doing?" crying?"

Yan Cheng shook his head with a mournful expression on his face.He stretched out his hand, and embraced Jing Tang who was crying so badly into his arms.

Yan Jue was still not used to seeing them like this, so he twitched the corners of his mouth and walked away tactfully.

Jingtang’s voice was nasal and crying, and because she was crying too hard, she spoke intermittently: “My dad, my dad told me that when I find a job after graduation, he will...he will do it for me again. That parfait once, why is he so stingy, why can't he make it for me a few more times? I will, and..." I can't eat it anymore.

Yan Cheng closed the study door with one hand, then lightly stroked Jingtang's trembling back, and quietly listened to Jingtang in his arms crying and expressing his thoughts on his parents.

The sky outside the window was very cloudy, dark clouds were pressing down heavily, and thick and dull thunder was faintly heard in the distance.It's going to rain again soon.

Jing Tang lay on Yan Cheng's chest, and cried for a long time, until the rain poured down, and then until the summer rain gradually stopped, the dark clouds slowly dispersed, and the skylight leaked out from the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the dim sky again. study.

This time Yan Cheng didn't persuade him not to cry, because Jingtang really needed to vent his emotions, and he had to cry more quickly.

Finally, the crying on the chest also stopped.Jing Tang nestled silently in Yan Cheng's arms for a while, then suddenly rubbed his face against the side of Yan Cheng's neck, and whispered, "I'm sorry... for getting your clothes wet."

"It's okay." Yan Cheng let go of him, bowed his head and kissed Jingtang's forehead, and asked, "Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah!" Jing Tang raised her tear-stained face and smiled, "I feel better after crying."

"Why don't we... just try to cook like this later?" He suggested, "Maybe my dad's recipe can save your poor cooking skills!"

Yan Cheng: "...OK."

The author says:

This chapter is a family chapter!

Although there are not many descriptions of Jing Yue in the text, he is really a super sweet(?) man! w

Xiaotang's psychological problems will be resolved slowly: 3