Olfactory failure

Inspiration is time-sensitive. After that point, you will lose the opportunity to analyze it deeply. Wen Yanshu was silent along the way, and your eyes were out of focus. All your attention was focused on the spice combinations that have not been arranged in your mind. .

As soon as the door of the house was opened, Mocha pounced on this side again, and this time it was not sticky to Zheng Chengyan. Its front paws hooked Wen Yanshu's trouser legs and pulled it. It was big and could rub against the thighs when it stood up. The cat's nose went straight to the crotch arch.

Whenever Wen Yanshu has been touched like this, he has to take a step back to avoid it. He is extremely bad at comforting or reprimanding, so he rubbed Mocha's head for a long time and said, "Be good."

As a result, Wen Yanshu was treated even more severely. Wen Yanshu was forced to retreat to the cabinet, all independent and calm, all ran away without a trace, how could he think about what kind of madness this docile cat had gone into today.

It was okay when I was alone, but there was a living person sitting on a low stool watching a joke, Wen Yanshu gave him a look, and Zheng Chengyan smiled and asked him: "Do you need my help?"

Wen Yanshu leaned against the cabinet and nodded, his pretended composure was crushed the moment he spoke: "Take a toy and lead it to the balcony."

Without a toy at hand, Zheng Chengyan tossed the key in his hand to recharge. Mocha didn't even bother him as expected, and didn't even move his ears.

"Mocha, come here." Zheng Chengyan squeezed the back of the cat's neck, didn't move it, he could only force it hard, and brute force inserted his palm into the gap between the cat's face and Wen Yanshu's body, despite being licked wet Palm, his senses are dominated by that small area on the back of the hand.

It was as if he could feel the temperature of Wen Yanshu's body through his clothes, and this seemed to be the first informal intimate touch between him and Wen Yanshu in the two years since their marriage.

Maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor, he took the cat to his lap and moved his eyes past Wen Yanshu's wet trousers to the other's face: "Maybe you got the crumbs on your trousers when you were eating cake in the car." Come on, let it smell it."

No matter how full of inspiration he was, he was disturbed by this episode. Wen Yanshu forgot to take off his watch, turned around and went to the house: "I'll go upstairs and take a shower first."

The crotch was covered with intertwined fluff. As soon as Wen Yanshu entered the bathroom, he took off the trousers and threw them into the laundry basket, and stepped into the shower as if he couldn't wait.

With warm water pouring down, he repeatedly searched for the smell that was about to be forgotten, and pieced it together to form a familiar smell. After washing, wrapped in a bathrobe and returned to the bedroom, he took out the recipe book from his bag and opened it.

"Cake: sandalwood, vanillin, coconut milk, caramel..."

Lin Lin always wrote about twenty kinds of spices, and when Wen Yanshu finished writing, he found a doubtful point that he had overlooked in the process of writing: this combination did not match the breath that he suddenly came to by the window of the perfume room.

The inspiration he finally caught seemed to be broken again.

How could he smell the scent of pastries by the window, but how should he describe the sudden gentle evening breeze and colorful lights, and how to reproduce the feeling of tree shadows shaking on the roof of a Bentley?

The knock on the door of the room took away his last clue, and Zheng Chengyan called him through the door: "Yan Shu, are you ready to wash? If it is ready, I will serve the food to the table."

This sentence was like a urging, so Zheng Chengyan added another sentence: "If it's not ready, I'll go to work first."

Wen Yanshu closed the recipe book, got up and opened the door: "Here we come."

The housekeeper knows their off-duty time, and usually cooks the food in advance and heats it in the pot, and the temperature is just right for the entrance when it is served.

But today's vegetables are not green enough, and they look like they have been kept warm for a long time. Zheng Chengyan is usually used to saving the vegetables for the last to eat. Today, he changed his mind and put all the droopy leaves into his bowl.

"Aren't you going to eat first?" Wen Yanshu asked.

Zheng Chengyan babbled: "Too many meetings today, eat vegetables to moisturize your throat."

There is no reason for this, Wen Yanshu put down his chopsticks: "I'll pour you a glass of water."

"Oh no, sit down," Zheng Chengyan called people back, "Today's food tastes a bit worse than usual, if you are not used to eating, order a takeaway."

"It's okay," Wen Yanshu said, "I did a lot worse when I was studying."

This seems to be the first time that Wen Yanshu mentioned the past on his own initiative. Zheng Chengyan was thinking about the basic impression mentioned in the meeting in the morning, and realized with a lag that the impression Wen Yanshu gave him began to evolve from the age of 27. Wen Yanshu's life before the age of 27 was a blank for him.

He slowed down his meal and asked, "Has the university always cooked for itself?"

Wen Yanshu denied it as a matter of course: "No, I only occasionally go to the kitchen when I am at home."

Zheng Chengyan raised his eyes suddenly: "Are you renting with someone?"

"It's usually like this when studying abroad." Wen Yanshu didn't feel that there was something wrong. "The roommate is from France. He cooks well and is a nice person. He took all the three meals in those years."

Zheng Chengyan was silent for a moment, and suddenly felt something rubbing against his calf, he leaned over and hugged the heavy cat to the chair next to him: "I told you not to make trouble while we are eating, right?"

"Mocha is a good boy." Wen Yanshu's tone did not seem to be pleading for his own cat, "He used to have a Sphinx cat in the house, and he would jump up on the dining table and hog the dishes."

Mocha, who doesn't like arching dishes, was trained by Zheng Chengyan and sat obediently on the side. Zheng Chengyan had been scolding all day, and there was no relaxed expression on his face: "The three of you are like this," he said in two A triangle was drawn between the person and the cat, "Do you often sit and eat together?"

Wen Yanshu dropped a bomb sincerely: "Sometimes I will have some wine."

Zheng Chengyan couldn't tell what was in his heart: "Didn't you say you can't drink alcohol?"

He has never been taught Wen Yanshu's drinking capacity. Pei Yang told him about this a long time ago. When they met for the first time, Pei Yang winked at him while pouring wine into Wen Yanshu's glass, but he blocked the mouth of the glass. Smiling and saying that enough is enough, he adjusted the lemonade he hadn't had before and Wen Yanshu's.

This unpleasant feeling is probably because he thought he was considerate to help Wen Yanshu out, but in fact that glass of wine was nothing in Wen Yanshu's eyes.

"No," Wen Yanshu denied again, "I just don't dare to drink outside, it's fine to drink a little at home."

Zheng Chengyan said in his heart that he shouldn't have a big change of temperament when he was drunk, did he take off his indifferent face and throw alcohol all over the place?Falling unconscious in public?Or will you act like a baby and ask someone to hug you?

As a result, Wen Yanshu said: "I can't talk when I'm drunk, and I can talk about everything, but I remember everything when I'm sober, so thank you for blocking that glass of wine for me that day."

Regarding himself, he always ordered to the end, reaching out to pick up food is equivalent to ending the topic by default.

Tasting a piece of okra, he frowned, and Zheng Chengyan immediately noticed: "Isn't it delicious?"

"It's a bit soft." Wen Yanshu said, "Auntie cooked early today."

"She cooked at 04:30," Zheng Chengyan said, "She said that something happened at home, so she asked me to leave for a few days, and come back next week."

The incident happened suddenly, Wen Yanshu could understand it, but the tip of the chopsticks did not move towards the plate of okra: "Let's solve it in the company for the next few days."

"Eat at home, I can cook," Zheng Chengyan moved the plate of okra to his side, "otherwise you will be hungry when you go back to Mocha too late."

What Wen Yanshu was afraid of was that he would have to cook greasy after taking a shower after get off work, so as long as he didn't have to do it himself, he had no objection.

After the meal, Zheng Chengyan cleaned up the tableware and troubled the dishwasher, and fed the cat on the swing chair on the balcony of Wen Yanshu's nest. Mocha's huge body occupied half of the chair, and he raised his paw to touch Wen Yanshu's sleeve from time to time.

Wen Yanshu was holding a can of cat food, and would shrink back when being pulled to the sleeve of the bathrobe, and then grabbed a handful of food and handed it to the cat: "You can rub the back of your hand, but your clothes can't, it will get dirty."

Zheng Chengyan poked at the door for a long time, and couldn't hold back when he heard this sentence: "Then did you let that cat touch your sleeve before?"

Wen Yanshu scratched Mocha's nose as a reward for not spilling cat food: "That one doesn't shed its hair, so it doesn't matter."

Zheng Chengyan asked: "As long as you don't shed your hair, can you touch anything other than the back of your hand?"

This understanding seemed unfair to Mocha, Wen Yanshu thought for a moment and gave an undiscriminatory answer: "You can't drill into my clothes."

"Okay." Zheng Chengyan understood, and made inferences in his heart. He walked over to pick up Mocha, and the swing shook twice, and he took the cat's place.

He's not a cat, and he doesn't shed hair, so it's justifiable that he was next to Wen Yanshu's shoulder: "I just checked the refrigerator, and I guess I have to go to the supermarket to stock up on ingredients after get off work tomorrow night."

Wen Yanshu still hugged the can of cat food and did not loosen it. Apart from the chicken smell emanating from it, he still felt a mixed breath at the moment Zheng Chengyan approached, which was hidden by the shirt he had not changed. The smell of laundry beads is also the smell of ink stained on the cuffs.

There is also a scent that he can't figure out. It seems that he can't find the answer in his spice dictionary for the time being. This feeling of being unable to solve the puzzle prompted Wen Yanshu to respond to the other party's hint: "Let's go together."

Zheng Chengyan scratched Mocha's hairy nape: "It's so troublesome to drive in different ways, so let's take my car tomorrow."