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How to do it.

After sending Miss Miaomiao back, Lu Xiangyang went back to the shop and sat alone for a while.

Cotton City is so small that it explodes whenever something happens.Lu Xiangyang's current mobile phone messages are like bombs bombarding one after another, those who are concerned, those who have doubts, and those who follow the wind when they don't understand, he doesn't want to read it.

Lu Xiangyang turned his phone to silent and put it upside down on the table.

Huangji Pastry is obviously aimed at him.

Even if the follow-up investigations by the food supervision department and relevant industry and commerce departments can clear him up, in just a few days of investigation, the suspicion and topics fermented on the Internet can crush him to a crushing defeat.

Once it is tied to the food safety issue of kindergartens, it may be difficult to stand up in this industry.

A small business simply cannot afford such a toss.

Lu Xiangyang stared at the evidence cake that he brought back, his eyes couldn't help being a little dazed.

I didn't sleep a wink for two days and two nights.

He lay drowsily on the workbench, remembering the first time he came to Cotton City with a huge bag. At that time, the weather was so hot and humid that he squatted alone at the intersection, waiting for the appointed landlord. Come and see the shop.

The sun made his skin sticky and hot, with a burning sensation.

In order to save the toll, Lu Xiangyang chose to take the bus. The ride was bumpy all the way, his shoulders hurt so much from sleeping, and he couldn't twist his neck for several days.

It is better to say escape than to go.

When Lu Xiangyang resolutely left Huaicheng, he never thought of turning back.

He hated every night of smoking and drinking, quarreling and screaming.The absurdity of those parents, the lost memories, even the irreparable mistakes and the repeated entanglement of bloody nightmares are all the reasons for pushing him to escape.

He hid in a small cotton city.

In the cotton city in June, the streets and alleys are full of white cotton wool.The kapok has withered, and the fruit pods are ripe and cracked under the high temperature of midsummer. These fluffy and tenacious seeds fall like white snow, wrapping him gently, with soothing, firm, natural life force.

Like paying tribute to someone who has traveled far.

Lu Xiangyang vowed to gain a foothold, stand firm, follow the light as in his name, and welcome a new tomorrow.

Therefore, his studio is called Sunflower, hoping to be full of vigor and move forward forever.

But no one thought that just when he was finally standing in this strange place, a violent storm came unexpectedly, with lightning and thunder, and wanted to smash him to pieces.

He had to fight it himself.

The biggest breakthrough now is to prove that the cake in the video is a counterfeit product.

Lu Xiangyang cut out pictures with time stamps from his circle of friends, compared the time and patterns of the two cakes, and zoomed in on the details, marking suspicious points one by one.

The next step is to record a new video of the experiment.

Lu Xiangyang put the video on the workbench, put a timer and a thermometer, and made the same cupcake again in front of the camera.

From the material brand, to baking, to whipping and decorating, all are fully recorded by the camera.Finally, according to the change of the room temperature, use the delay function to record the melting of the decorative cream.

The two sets of data put together are enough to prove that the state of the cake cream in the video is unreasonable.

Step by step.Lu Xiangyang thought.

By the time Lu Xiangyang edited the clarification tweet and posted the article, it was already dawn.

A figure at the door hurriedly opened the door and came in, put the things in his hand heavily on the table, and shouted angrily: "You will die if you reply a message!"

Lu Xiangyang couldn't turn his head anymore, he raised his head blankly following the voice.

It was Sister Qingqing, and she was still holding a pot of freshly made hot porridge in her hand.

"Morning." Lu Xiangyang said to her with a dull expression.

When Qingqing entered the store, she saw an assortment of fresh cupcakes on the table, and various small objects such as timers scattered beside her, she made a wild guess.

"Have you prepared the clarification materials?" Sister Qingqing poured the white rice porridge into the bowl.

The thick white rice soup was still steaming, and the rice grains were boiled until they bloomed, and they were squeezed together in the bowl, making it very lively.

"I asked you about your acquaintance's relationship, because it is related to children's food safety. Someone has indeed complained to the relevant department. I think I will come to check on you this morning."

"En." Lu Xiangyang nodded as if he had a reaction, his eyes were a little bit astringent, "Sister Qingqing, thank you."

He was very hungry, the smell of rice made him feel his stomach was hungry, and his chest was pressed against his back.He came back from kindergarten until he went to Zhou Xi's to drink a glass of lemonade, and then he didn't eat a grain of rice.Until now.

But I don't know why my mouth is dull and I have no appetite.Delicate small cakes are sometimes more attractive than a bowl of porridge.

"Tell me this." Qing Qing sighed, "If this is true, Huang Ji is too impersonal. I asked Ran Ran to go shopping with my membership card today and ask around along the way. I used to go a lot, not very convenient."

Sister Qingqing knows how to take care of people. She cooked porridge, brought some side dishes, and even prepared the tableware.

She took out a spoon and stirred in the bowl: "The cake you brought back, did you see any characteristics? I asked Ran Ran to pay attention to the same style in their window."

"Not yet." Lu Xiangyang closed his eyes, and thought about it again, "You can ask Ran Ran to help take pictures of those cakes. But I think Ran Ran is quite timid, so it's not appropriate to let her go."

"Timid?" Qingqing raised her eyebrows, and pushed the porridge over to him, "If she is timid, I will write the green characters in reverse. But you, don't let Xiaohua come over today, the routine investigation will take two or three days , there is another typhoon in the afternoon, so don't join in the fun."

"Then you still come." Lu Xiangyang took the porridge and took a sip.He hesitated for a while before saying, "Sister Qingqing, will the clarifications we made ourselves work?"

Qingqing propped her chin and thought for a while: "At that time, there will be an official certificate from the department. If it goes well, we will bring the official result later. If we work together, there should be no problem."

Qingqing's news was indeed accurate. After Lu Xiangyang cleaned up the studio, the relevant departments came with investigation letters, and a team of people rustled through the shop to take samples.

Lu Xiangyang withdrew to the outside of the store and watched them paste the seal on the door calmly.

The red official seal on the seal made him a little dizzy.

The city's three-defense department issued a signal warning early in the morning. The typhoon will make landfall in advance, and all schools will be closed. It is recommended that citizens reduce going out and stay indoors.Today, the shops on Flower Street are basically closed. Sister Qingqing came to the flower shop early in the morning, just to check the safety of the doors and windows.

When the law enforcement officers put the seals on, the usually crowded streets were empty, not even a crowd of onlookers watching the excitement.

It seems that his shop has quietly disappeared into this prosperous world.

"Hey." Seeing him standing at the door for a long time, Qingqing couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go back first."

Lu Xiangyang smiled at her: "You go first. I will stay by myself for a while."

"Don't be too late." Qingqing called him before leaving, "The wind will be strong after a while."

Looking at the gloomy sky, Lu Xiangyang felt that the storm seemed inevitable. As soon as the black clouds subsided, the strong wind blew wildly, and the branches on the side of the road swayed wantonly, shaking more violently than usual.

The level of the typhoon broadcast is No. [-], Gale.

Lu Xiangyang has a deep-rooted memory of the wind, like a wonderful fate, every time he is in a bad mood, the wind outside is unexpectedly strong.When I was a child, my family lived in Huaicheng, and there were often heavy winds and sandstorms.Every time he breathes, he likes to go out and run against the wind. The reaction force of the collision seems to be able to wash away the unhappiness in his mind, and blow it far away, never to return.

Until later when he grew up, he gradually realized that some pain cannot be taken away by the wind or washed away by the rain.

Lu Xiangyang's eyes hurt from the wind.Miancheng does not have the violent sand and dust of his hometown, but it is also the first time he has encountered such a strong wind.This gentle city is about to rain today and is crumbling.

He took out his phone and squinted to send Xiang Wan a message.

-Sunflower moved forward one by one: "The wind is blowing."

There was no reply to Xiang Wan's message.

Lu Xiangyang didn't care.He rode on a small electric donkey and drove forward against the wind for a while. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and mixed with messy raindrops, it hit his face painfully.

The typhoon has landed.

Even if the raincoat is lengthened and widened, it is useless.The hem flew to half a person's height, and the wind poured in from all directions, as if he was not riding a small electric donkey, but a magic flying broom.

Lu Xiangyang wrapped his clothes tightly and tried his best to rush home against the wind, but one person and one car were not worth mentioning in the face of natural disasters.The wind perfectly cut off his forward kinetic energy, and the fast-moving little eDonkey couldn't show its strength today, riding extremely hard, as slow as the rainy night some time ago.

It seemed that Zhou Xi was sitting behind him.

This was the only thing Lu Xiangyang wanted to be happy about, he couldn't help laughing, if Zhou Xi was still in his back seat, he would probably laugh out loud too.

He recalled the look in Zhou Xi's eyes behind the lens, with a half-smile, and the ice in his heart melted just a little.

How could there be such a clean person in the world.

He gritted his teeth and thought, if the store was closed, Zhou Xi wouldn't be able to come to eat in the store.

He wants to win, he must win.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, until Lu Xiangyang couldn't open his eyes.

That day he had peppers in his eyes and it hurt like a fire.Zhou Xi took him to rinse, he opened his eyes, and saw that the water was cool and thin, and behind the water curtain, Zhou Xi's figure was cold and within reach.

But now is the time to think about it.

The storm made the street dark and dark, making it difficult to move an inch.However, Boss Lu's car flickered its lights at this time, issued a beeping alarm, and then gradually dimmed.

--out of battery.

Being so busy these two days, Lu Xiangyang completely forgot about charging his mount.

"Depend on."

Lu Xiangyang wiped his wet face from the rain, and tried his best to calm down in the wind and rain. Through the rain, he could vaguely see the spring community with lights on in front of him.

The situation is critical.He squinted his eyes and thought for a while, pushing the car all the way over.

Probably because the weather was too bad, the security guard at the gate opened the door for him without saying a word.

"Boy—go home! Don't run around—"

The uncle's shout was mixed with the sound of wind and rain and fell behind.

Strange to say, Lu Xiangyang actually remembered Zhou Xi's address, and could remember it verbatim.His body stuffed in the raincoat felt cold intermittently, and it wasn't until he took off the raincoat by the elevator that Lu Xiangyang realized that his body was shaking silently.

The moment the elevator door closed, the sound of howling wind and rain was briefly separated, and the world suddenly became quiet.Lu Xiangyang saw his messy reflection reflected on the metal door panel.

The freshly washed hair is wet again, and the water is dripping. The raincoat is just an ornament in a typhoon day, and it can make people wet more ritually.

He wiped his face hastily.

The typhoon beat him to the ground, like a drowned rat.

Zhou Xi wouldn't drive him out just because of this.

——He didn't send Zhou Xi a WeChat message, nor did he call Zhou Xi, he didn't tell Zhou Xi that he was coming.

Lu Xiangyang stood at the door of 1601 and gave a wry smile. He wanted to take a deep breath, but found that he seemed to have a cold. At most, he sucked his nose heavily.

Some lack of oxygen, almost out of breath.

The drenched Boss Lu raised his hand and patted the door feebly.

What if he wasn't home, what if there were other people in his family.

The door remained silent.

The wait for this moment was very long, Lu Xiangyang leaned against the door drowsily, trying to keep his eyes open.

You have to wait for the results of the investigation, you have to wait when the wind and rain are too heavy, and you have to wait to open the door—the word "wait" always has a taste of inexplicable suffering, and it seems that only this word can turn the fleeting time into a year.

The word is not welcome at all.

The longest time he had waited was probably at the door of the hospital's operating room.What opened from that door may be hope, or endless despair.

Who knows.

"Click."

The door of 1601 was caught off guard and opened from the inside.Lu Xiangyang saw Zhou Xi's surprised face through his drooling hair.

"Why are you here?" Zhou Xi frowned, probably seeing that he was covered in water.

"It's too late, the typhoon..." Lu Xiangyang forced a smile and wanted to take a step forward, but suddenly he was top-heavy, he swayed, and his body leaned forward as if he lost his balance.

Oops, can't stand still.

"Lu Xiangyang!"

The darkness in front of his eyes rose mottled like snowflakes, and his consciousness fell rapidly in dizziness.The out-of-control body did not bump as expected, and there was no sharp pain that could wake him up.He sank into a steady warmth, with a pleasant scent of sweet orange mixed with lemon.

The picture ends in this faint fragrance.

Lu Xiangyang tried hard to recall this taste in his submerged consciousness.

The person who caught him was Zhou Xi.

The author says:

The chili fried meat is delicious!The gravy mixed with rice at the bottom is simply ah ah ah.In the future, if you don’t know what to eat for dinner, let’s read this book (hey

If you know what will happen next, please feed the starfish! >w

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