[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

The time to get off work this day was earlier than usual, Minglou had been busy for several days, and finally got some free time, so he dragged Mingcheng back home early.

The reason is this, in the afternoon, Mingcheng pushed open the door of Minglou's office, walked in and said to him: "There is something wrong with the factory in Suzhou, the eldest sister rushed there with Ah Xiang and Aunt Gui in the morning. "

At the age of 17, Ming Jing alone carried the business of his own line of the Ming family, and over the years the business has become bigger and stronger, so in terms of business, Minglou is not worried about her, but still asked with concern, "Is the situation serious?" ? Do you need to go over and have a look?"

"Big sister called just now and said it's okay, don't want me to go over." Mingcheng didn't look worried, and Minglou was completely relieved.

But as soon as he relaxed in his heart, Minglou couldn't help but think that now that there are no "outsiders" at home, and there is no need to act at home, he can finally take a good rest.

With this thought, Minglou wished that the car would have four more wheels and run faster.

"There should be some food at home, but I don't know what they have. Is there anything you want to eat tonight?" Mingcheng turned the steering wheel, and the car turned a corner quickly and smoothly.

"Oh? Are you doing it at night?" Ming Lou asked with a teasing smile.

Mingcheng glanced at Minglou in the rear mirror, and said, "Could it be that you want Mingtai to do it for you?"

Minglou immediately shook his head disapprovingly, and said pompously with a stern face, "Compared to your cooking, Minglou's cooking is more than a thousand miles away."

Mingcheng glanced at him, and couldn't help pursing his lips into a smile.

After entering the house, Mingcheng first made a cup of tea for Minglou, asked him to go back to his room to rest for a while, and then went to work in the kitchen.

In the kitchen were Ah Xiang's soaking glutinous rice, fermented dough and mixed minced meat, and Mingcheng suddenly remembered that Mingtai had been clamoring for glutinous rice siu mai this morning.But now that the eldest sister is not at home, I don’t know if Mingtai will come back to eat tonight, but ready-made ingredients are always faster than re-preparing others. Although Mingcheng is not very good at kneading siu mai, he doesn’t plan to change it. Besides, he remembered that someone seemed to like eating this too.

Mingcheng drained the water, put the glutinous rice in a cage and steamed it, took another piece of dough, cut it into twenty or thirty small cubes, and was about to roll out the husk. His men were working hard when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. .

"Let me see what delicacies our Chef Ming has cooked?" Minglou walked up behind him, put his chin on his shoulder and poked his head out to ask.

"Shaomai with glutinous rice." Mingcheng replied, he shrugged his shoulders slightly, signaling Minglou not to disturb his cooking.

Minglou would not let him go easily, instead he wrapped his arms around his waist and said with a bit of disdain, "That's what Mingtai likes to eat, but I don't like it." Then he said disdainfully, "Toys for coaxing children."

"Oh? Really?" Mingcheng laughed and exposed him mercilessly, "Why do I feel that Mingtai's hobbies are [-]% like yours!"

Minglou didn't refute, but his subordinates pinched Mingcheng's waist in retaliation.Mingcheng dodged twice in a pretense, but he didn't dodge.Seeing that Ming Lou didn't plan to move, as if he was going to rely on him, he had no choice but to instruct him, "Brother, can you bring me some bamboo shoots?"

There are some water bamboos at home, very fresh, probably Ah Xiang went to buy them early in the morning.Minglou didn't play tricks this time, he let go of Mingcheng readily, walked over to pick a few back, and stood in front of the sink diligently to rinse.

Minglou's craftsmanship is actually very good, as you can see from the hand he occasionally showed when he was in Paris.It's just that he adheres to the motto of "a gentleman stays away from cooking", so it's rare to see him cook next time.

At this moment, Mingcheng tilted his head to look at him, and was a little surprised to notice that he was about to hold the spoon, so he thought about it, washed his hands, walked to the corner cabinet, thinking about something, then he walked behind Minglou, He whispered against Minglou's ear, "Low your head."

Minglou was puzzled, but he did as he looked at the bamboo shoot in his hand without looking back at him.

He saw Mingcheng put an apron on Minglou's body, and quickly tied the knot at the back of his waist for him.This apron was bought by Ah Xiang, it is pink and tender in color, and it is worn over Minglou's white shirt and gray waistcoat, it is an indescribable joy.

Mingcheng immediately laughed unceremoniously, like a naughty boy who has succeeded.

"You, you don't grow up." Minglou turned around helplessly, and tapped the tip of Mingcheng's nose with his wet fingers, but he didn't take off his apron, "Stir-fried bamboo shoots, right?" He turned around Asked, while skillfully cutting the wild rice stems into long strips, and a few shreds of green peppers, put them on a plate and prepare them.

Mingcheng had had enough of laughing, so he stood blankly behind Minglou and became startled.

After spring came, it got dark late, there was less coldness in the air, and more warmth. He looked at the straight and generous figure in front of him, the figure that gave him infinite faith and infinite strength, and couldn't help but sigh. Lightly raised the corner of his mouth.

Mingcheng felt that the greatest blessing in his life was that he passed out at the gate of Minglou's school when he was ten years old.

"What are you thinking? So ecstatic."

Minglou stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Mingcheng's eyes, calling back Mingcheng's wandering thoughts.He regained his composure, raised his hand to hold Minglou's palm with drops of water on it, and suddenly said in a low voice, "I cannot tell you what pleasure this gave me, because... (I can't describe the happiness you brought me)"

"...because I always feel so overwhelmingly in your debt, if there can be accounts in love. (If love also has an account, then I'm already submerged in this love debt)" Minglou smiled and snatched what Mingcheng wanted to say.

Mingcheng widened his eyes in surprise, and blurted out, "How did Big Brother know this sentence?"

"When I was in Paris, I saw you take out this sentence and copy it in your notebook." Minglou smiled slyly, "So I accepted it in advance."

Mingcheng glanced at Minglou after listening, "I didn't say it was for you at that time."

"Sooner or later, I will give it away, but I just accepted it in advance." Minglou said.

Mingcheng saw the complacency and satisfaction in Minglou's eyes, and finally laughed too.

"But this debt is precious, I'm afraid you will have to pay it back for the rest of your life." Minglou turned around and held Mingcheng's knuckle-boned palm, and said solemnly.

"Well," Mingcheng smiled like the warm spring sun outside, he nodded solemnly, "forever."

Minglou couldn't help being seduced by Mingcheng's expression, he leaned forward slightly to get close to Mingcheng, and leaned into his ear and said, "Why don't I charge some interest tonight?"

"Haven't you already collected it?" It was Mingcheng's turn to tease Minglou this time, and he pointed in the direction of the steamer, "Here, your favorite glutinous rice siu mai."

Minglou pinched Mingcheng's cheek with his wet hands, causing Mingcheng to grin his teeth and beg for mercy.

Dinner is a plate of stir-fried bamboo shoots, a plate of Longjing shrimp, and a drawer of glutinous rice siu mai.At a glance, it is bright white and emerald green, which makes people feel refreshed.The taste is also great. Longjing uses freshly brewed tea, and Mingcheng can't help but feel pain after eating it.

It's just that Mingtai hasn't come back yet, and Minglou said that he won't wait for him, maybe he won't have time to wait.Still Mingcheng was thinking about it, and left him another drawer of glutinous rice siu mai.

Mingtai didn't come back until the curfew time at night.

"What's happening in Mingtai these days?" Minglou patted the pillow, and then found a comfortable position to lie down on.

Mingcheng just came out of the shower, and while wiping his hair with a towel, he replied, "Nothing happened, it's the same as usual." He pursed his lips, "But I think, according to his personality, it's abnormal for him to be so calm."

It has been several days since Mingcheng handed over the cigarettes to Mingtai. According to Mingtai's temper, he should have gone to Wusongkou to make a fuss, and he should have been sad for a few days, but he acted as if nothing happened over average.Mingcheng couldn't help but feel that Mingtai had grown up after all, his emotions and anger became more and more invisible, and he became more and more like Minglou.

"This kid is more mature than we thought." Ming Lou also sighed, not sure whether he felt more relieved or sad.

Mingcheng hung up the towel in his hand, got on the bed from the other side, knelt and sat by the bed, and patted his thigh towards Minglou.

Minglou moved over tacitly, pillowed between Mingcheng's legs, closed his eyes and prepared to enjoy the massage brought by Mingcheng.What can be felt is a long-lost moist touch from the temples, as well as the scent of flowers scattered into the nasal cavity.

"Lavender essential oil?" Minglou opened his eyes, just in time to look into the eyes of Mingcheng who lowered his head, "Where did you get it?"

Unlike Paris, this item was in high demand in Shanghai during the war, and many wealthy wives spent a lot of money to get it.Mingcheng seemed to have taken advantage of it, and said triumphantly, "Liang Zhongchun got this for his auntie. There were only a few bottles in total, and I asked for two bottles. Don't you have a headache these days?" It’s great, I think it’s very useful in Paris.”

Minglou smiled, and then slowly closed his eyes.

I have to say, maybe it was because Mingcheng fell asleep without Mingcheng's company for a long time, or maybe the essential oil really had miraculous effects, Minglou soon fell asleep.He raised his hand to hold Mingcheng's wrist, beckoning him to stop, and sat up soberly after a while, "I'm much better, go to sleep."

"Okay, I'm going to wash my hands." Mingcheng wanted to get up, but his legs were already numb. He shook a bit as soon as he got up, almost fell, and was hugged by Minglou.

Minglou held the person he knew and cherished each other in his arms, smelling the rich and mellow fragrance of flowers at the tip of his nose, his mind suddenly moved, he tightened his arms, put his lips against Mingcheng's ear and whispered, "Let's go take a shower together later. Bar."