There is a period in the dream

Bai Lin returned to China this time to celebrate her father's [-]th birthday, so she bought the plane ticket a day early, so she came to see how Meng Heyu was doing.

By the way, eat the taro balls made by Meng Heyu.

Meng Heyu has a bit of talent in making desserts.The "appropriate amount" he understands is the most correct "appropriate amount". Even if he follows the sensory flow, he can kill a person like Bai Lin who makes desserts according to the scale of the measuring cup. The taste and sweetness are all controlled very precisely.

The steps to make taro balls are not difficult. After steaming taro, purple sweet potato, and sweet potato, mash each into a puree, add sugar as you like, and finally mix with tapioca starch.

The most important thing is that after steaming taro, purple potato, and sweet potato, they should be mashed immediately while they are hot, otherwise they will taste grainy and taste bad.

There are many ways to eat taro balls. They can be served with sago in coconut milk, with shaved ice, or squeezed with condensed milk.

Meng Heyu chose the second type, Yakult Ice, which was sour and sweet. Bai Lin drank two bowls at once, and happily went to find her father while touching her full belly.

Before leaving, she promised to send Meng Heyu the departure flight information, so that Meng Heyu could send her off at the end.

"But it doesn't matter if you go abroad, I might come back suddenly," Bai Lin said with a smile, "Brother, I'm still haunted!"

After Bai Lin left, the house was much deserted. Meng Heyu lay on the bed for a while, then suddenly remembered something, and sent a message to ask Bai Lin: Did you sleep well last night?Have you ever dreamed?

Bai Lin's message came in immediately, and it looked like she was playing with her mobile phone in the taxi: Great!I'm tired of taking a long-distance flight, and I waited for you until midnight. Last night, I fell asleep as soon as I touched the pillow. I had no dreams until dawn!

A night without dreams.

Meng Heyu sent a happy emoji, and chatted with Bai Lin a little bit more, and the conversation was temporarily interrupted when Bai Lin arrived at her home.

He lay on the bed with his arms and legs wide open, looked at the chandelier on the ceiling, and wanted Bai Lin to say that she had no dreams all night.

Although his mind is not bright at times, he is not really a fool, and he also knows that this dream started after he moved into this new house, and he wonders if this dream has anything to do with the house .

But at present, it seems that this dream is only related to himself.

Today is a public holiday, Meng Heyu thought Zhong Chengming should be at home.He hadn't seen Zhong Chengming for a long time, and he still owed the gift from the typhoon last time.

Although Zhong Chengming is a person who doesn't pay attention to politeness, if it wasn't for him last time, Meng Heyu would have starved to death at home. He thought he still had to express his gratitude to Zhong Chengming.

It happened that he made taro balls today, so I asked Zhong Chengming if he could eat them.

Thinking this way, Meng Heyu's body has already started to move. He threw more than a dozen fat taro balls into the pot and boiled them. After they all floated to the surface, they picked them up and drained them before pouring them into the freshly shaved coconut milk ice.

The whole bowl was already very crystal clear, but Meng Heyu looked left and right, and always felt that it would be more beautiful to add some vanilla leaves for decoration.

There was no vanilla leaves at home, so Meng Heyu immediately went to the nearby supermarket to buy them in slippers.

It was still midsummer in August, and the fierce sunlight shone down. Meng Heyu walked on the street with a pot of fire on his head.

This kind of heat can constrain a person's every move, let alone a person like Meng Heyu who is afraid of heat, it feels hard to move his fingers.

Why did I run out just for two vanilla leaves?Vanilla leaves cannot be eaten directly, Meng Heyu thought suspiciously.

Just hope that the taro balls given to Zhong Chengming will look better?

Meng Heyu returned home after buying vanilla leaves, filled taro balls and coconut ice in a carved crystal bowl, and finally decorated the top with green leaves.

After the completion, the whole bowl of desserts did become more attractive. Meng Heyu stared at it for a while, thinking that he really just hoped that the food presented to Zhong Chengming would look better.

He put more thought into Zhong Chengming than Liang Chenghong. The taro balls he made for Liang Chenghong were never on the plate.

In fact, Liang Chenghong and Zhong Chengming are similar in nature, one is a roommate and the other is a neighbor, but the former has more opportunities to meet day and night than the latter, and is naturally closer.

What's more, Zhong Chengming doesn't like to be close to people at all. If Meng Heyu hadn't taken the initiative, maybe they wouldn't have said a word so far.

Meng Heyu rang Zhong Chengming's doorbell.

Zhong Chengming inside the door stopped his work and looked at the solid wood door.

There was never only one person who would come to ring his doorbell.

Zhong Chengming spent half a minute thinking about whether to open the door to Meng Heyu. He had already decided not to communicate with Meng Heyu, but he really didn't know why Meng Heyu knocked on the door this time, if it was for something important Woolen cloth?

What important things can Meng Heyu have?

Was there a package at his door, or a letter taped to it?Meng Heyu came to remind him?

Zhong Chengming weighed it over and over again, and finally opened the door to Meng Heyu. What if Meng Heyu really came to remind him?

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Meng Heyu holding a bowl of colorful things.

"Brother Zhong, Zhong." Meng Heyu couldn't help becoming nervous after not speaking to Zhong Chengming for a long time, "I made some shaved ice taro balls, do you want to eat them?"

Zhong Chengming didn't expect that Meng Heyu came here for this reason. He looked down at the taro balls in Meng Heyu's hand, and it was the first time he knew that Meng Heyu had this kind of craftsmanship.Each taro ball is similar in size and bright in color, just like the ones sold in stores outside.

The shaved ice is very fluffy and dense, and it looks like it's about to melt after being baked in the hot air in the corridor.

The shaved ice was tipped with two leaves that were fresh as if they had just been plucked off the branch.

"You did it yourself?" Zhong Chengming asked.

"Yes!" Seeing that Zhong Chengming was willing to talk to him, Meng Heyu's tone was filled with excitement, "I also rubbed the taro balls myself—ah! But don't worry, I wear gloves, and they are very clean."

"Brother Zhong," Meng Heyu raised the bowl carefully, "try it?"

Zhong Chengming was just silent, looking into Meng Heyu's eyes for a long while, his heart turning round and round.

The operation of society has its own laws. People are sophisticated and reciprocated. Everyone follows this set of secular rules. If there is a cause, there will be an effect. If you give, you will get something.

Zhong Chengming once thought that Meng Heyu was a different kind. He was kind to others just for the sake of being nice to them, without asking for anything in return.As a result, as soon as the social rules came into operation, Meng Heyu's pretense was crushed.

Now that Zhong Chengming holds ironclad evidence in his hands, Meng Heyu is no different, he is also one of the mortal beings, and all his actions have a plan.

"No need." Zhong Chengming said in his usual dull tone.

When Meng Heyu came here, he also knew that Zhong Chengming didn't like to accept things from others, but the bowl he held in his hand was made by himself, and it was one of his best desserts. Bai Lin, who was in a foreign country, thought about it every day. Heyu really wanted Zhong Chengming to have a taste.

"Just give it a try?" Meng Heyu softened his voice, frowned slightly, and frowned with a look of pity that he didn't know.

Zhong Chengming took a breath.

This scene seemed familiar. The last time he drove Meng Heyu home, Meng Heyu begged him to accept his cake in the same way.

Isn't it just to treat him to eat, is it necessary to be so persistent?Or... inviting him to eat was just an excuse, under cover, it was something else.

Zhong Chengming could no longer interpret Meng Heyu positively.Meng Heyu must have a plan to please him again and again, even if he explicitly rejected him several times, he would not leave.

What is this, do you have to form a debt of affection with yourself?

"I made it myself..." Meng Heyu stared at Zhong Chengming, a pair of blue eyes, even he himself was not aware of, in the deepest and deepest part of the blue eyes, there was a hint of seduction hidden.

However, Zhong Chengming was aware of it.

Afterwards, I found out later that Meng Heyu was wearing a white short T that had been washed until it was worn out. The neckline was wrinkled and loose, exposing both ends of his collarbone, which rose and fell with his breathing.

The windows in the corridor were not open, and the stuffy hot air could not move around, sweating Meng Heyu's front and back, and the two grains on his chest came out and took shape.

Every thread is flattering and vulgar.

I live in Tianhaihe, I have a car, and I am single. Meng Heyu knows all these things, so did he have a wrong idea?

Doesn't he have a master?

If you have a master, you still have to go to a nightclub to find a man, and even a middle-aged wealthy businessman is not enough, and now you are targeting your neighbor.Relying on a naturally pure face, he deceives everywhere.

Meng Heyu, do you understand self-love?

"Brother Zhong, just try—"

Zhong Chengming slammed the door shut with a bang.

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Zhong Chengming, you don't have a wife! ! !