Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

After turning around and coming back, both of them felt a little cold, so they simply went to a hot pot restaurant, ordered a small soup pot each, and ate comfortably.

Fang Zhimo's is tomato oxtail soup base, Cheng Du's is yam and black-bone chicken soup base, one red and one white look extremely delicious.

Fang Zhimo picked up a piece of tomato and took a bite, frowned, and quietly hid behind the ossuary, as if remembering something, he said: "Cheng Du, do you still remember that time at my house, I bought it?" Is it a lot of ingredients?"

How could Cheng Du remember, but he was very interested in the past that had been lost. He raised his eyes to look at Fang Zhimo, and asked ambiguously, "What's wrong?"

"Didn't you buy too much at that time, because you were afraid of bad things, and guess what happened."

Cheng Du: "What's the matter?"

"After you left, didn't Tan Xiaobo stay for another two days? One day he looked at the huge pile of ingredients and suddenly said to me, 'Fang Zhimo, let's make this into a hot pot', and then forced me to put the food at home. The hot pot was turned over," Fang Zhimo observed Cheng Du's expression carefully, and continued, "The hot pot back then was different from now, you know, I turned out the kind with a small chimney in the middle, and put charcoal in it The one with a very small capacity. Then the two of us turned around and cooked all the lettuce and raw meat that we hadn’t eaten before, as well as kiwi fruit and persimmons, all of which were also cooked in it.”

Cheng Du smiled and said, "Kiwi fruit and persimmons are hot in the hot pot, so they can still be scooped up?"

Fang Zhimo nodded: "Yeah, I just didn't pick it up. Later, we both ate and ate, and said, "Oh, it's not right, why is the cooked food less than half?" It was only later that I found out that it was all melted inside. "

Cheng Du pushed his glasses and said with a smile, "I never thought you would be so naughty when you were young."

Fang Zhimo looked at Cheng Du determinedly for a while, and couldn't hide his disappointment in his eyes: "Yes. I'm pretty naughty. What about you? Tell me about you, you must have been very good when you were young, and your grades should be very good, Teachers and classmates like you very much."

Cheng Du thought for a while, shook his head, and decided to tell the truth: "Actually, I don't remember many things clearly when I was young."

Because Fang Zhimo kept looking down at the soup pot, Cheng Du failed to notice that Fang Zhimo's eyes suddenly dimmed at that moment.

He kept going around in circles trying to prove that Cheng Du actually still remembered him.

How can a person forget the past all of a sudden?

He remembered Tan Xiaobo, and he also remembered Tan Yuan, but he only forgot himself. No matter how he thought about it, Fang Zhimo felt that this was too ridiculous, and it was simply impossible.

The only explanation is that Cheng Du is really good at disguising.

Fang Zhimo stopped talking, and suppressed the boredom in his heart, pawing at the pieces of meat in the bowl.

Looking at Fang Zhimo, Cheng Du always felt that everything in front of him was somewhat familiar.

It seems that a long time ago, there was a picky eater...

Thinking of this, Cheng Du felt as if a hand had brushed over the layer of paper covering his mind.

What is it, what is behind the paper, what is it...

At the moment when he opened his eyes wide and waited for the moment when he was about to come out, there was a buzzing in his mind, his eyes blurred, and the hand disappeared.

Cheng Du's body swayed, and he quickly supported his forehead with his hands to avoid being found out about his gaffe.

The meal became more and more boring. Fang Zhimo felt depressed, so he simply put down his chopsticks and said in a business-like manner, "Give me the plan."

Cheng Du: "Huh?"

Fang Zhimo sighed, put down the sleeves that he scooped up when he was eating hot, picked up the down jacket beside him and said, "Give me the plan, I'll go back and have a look."

Cheng Du didn't expect that Fang Zhimo would ask him for the plan, he was a little surprised, but also a little happy: "Okay, Fang Chu will wait a moment."

Hearing this title, Fang Zhimo frowned.

After receiving the plan, he turned around and said to Cheng Du: "From now on, don't call me Fang Chu again."

After speaking, he frowned and glanced at Cheng Du, then strode away.

After reviewing the last document, Fang Zhimo rubbed his sore and swollen temples, and leaned back in the soft chair behind him.

Several cases were settled faster than expected, and the things that should be done years ago have basically been settled. Fang Zhimo lit a cigarette and stared at the plan on the wall.

There was a sudden knock on the office door, Fang Zhimo put out the cigarette butt, and said to the door, "Come in."

A round-headed little man sneaked in sneakily, and said with a smile, "Fang Chu."

Fang Zhimo looked at him like that, and clicked his tongue: "The deer-headed mouse-eyed, can't I see the light here?"

The little man said cheerfully: "Oh, look at what you said, am I afraid that Han Ke will become suspicious?"

Fang Zhimo curled his lips and leaned back into the soft chair: "Why are you suspicious? The people he placed here with me are running hard, and I didn't suspect him at all. Tell me, what's the matter?"

The little man was named Xiao Zhu, and he was the companion that Han Wei would take out every time he ate.

He can drink, has a tight mouth, and knows how to do things. He is a perfect all-round talent.

Just one thing - he is Fang Zhimo's eyeliner.

Of course Han Wei didn't know.