After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

sunset.

After work, Dong Chuanlin refused Chen Suiyang's proposal to have dinner together, and went straight to Han Song's room.

When they arrived at the room, there was only Aunt Han in the room, and there was no sign of Han Song.

After learning that Han Song hadn't come back, Dong Chuanlin was a little disappointed, and his emotions came and went quickly, so he raised his spirits and went to the kitchen to cook.

The rooms in the accommodation area sit side by side, and there are small kitchens at both ends, where you can negotiate a good time to cook alternately.Aunt Han's mother and son had just arrived and hadn't fully adapted to the life here, so they chose a quick big pot meal.

It was the meal time, and there were many people in the kitchen. Considering that Aunt Han didn't like to be busy, Dong Chuanlin offered to go and cook for dinner, and he could save a meal for Han Song who came back late.

Otherwise, if it was later, he wouldn't even be able to drink the vegetable soup.

Holding three big bowls, Dong Chuanlin became the most eye-catching one in the team. Everyone looked at him more curiously, and some people who were too curious discussed in a low voice.

Dong Chuanlin didn't take everyone's curiosity seriously. After a long time, he will naturally know the reason.He wished everyone would know that he and Han Song were close.

When the line reached him, he passed the bowls one by one.

When handing over the third bowl, Dong Chuanlin said, "Uncle Chen, help me get more rice."

The cook, Uncle Chen, put a spoonful of rice on the bowl, and said with a naive smile, "You have increased your appetite! You can't finish a single meal on weekdays, and you need extra rice today."

Dong Chuanlin laughed after hearing this, and just about to explain, he heard a voice from the side.

"big eater!"

The voice sounded familiar, Dong Chuanlin looked back, and as he expected, it was Lu Zhiming.

He was in the team next door, squinting towards Dong Chuanlin's direction, with a slight disdain at the corner of his mouth, and he had no intention of hiding it at all.

Dong Chuanlin looked back, didn't take the troublesome man seriously, and said to the cook with a smile: "Uncle, you made a mistake. I didn't eat this meal, but I beat it for others. He has a big appetite and should eat more."

"No wonder." The cook asked: "Who are you cooking for? I think the brother who often eats with you has come."

Dong Chuanlin held a bowl in one hand, turned sideways and asked the kitchen to help put the last bowl in the crook of his arm.

"I just moved in yesterday, maybe uncle hasn't seen it yet."

"Oh - I see, he is a newcomer under Mr. Fu's hands, I heard about it from other places." The cook said.

"It's him." Dong Chuanlin adjusted the position of the bowl, "Thank you Uncle Chen, I'll go back first."

The kitchen was crowded at meal time, holding three heavy bowls in both hands, Dong Chuanlin did not dare to be careless, and walked slowly and leisurely, just trying to be safe.

He was walking well, when suddenly the two people next to him started joking, and the man stepped back two steps in a row, bumping directly into his arm.

Dong Chuanlin couldn't dodge in time, his hands shook and spilled most of the food on the rice.

"It's okay, I'm really sorry! I didn't do it on purpose..." The man beside him hurriedly apologized after finding out.

Fortunately, it was his right hand that the man hit, only hurting the vegetables in one bowl, and the two bowls in his left hand were unharmed.The other party had already sincerely apologized, and Dong Chuanlin couldn't say anything more, so he raised his head and replied, "It's nothing."

While speaking, Dong Chuanlin caught a glimpse of Lu Zhiming, who was standing beside the man who hit him, with complicated eyes.

"The dishes are all spilled...how about I make another one for you." The man suggested very apologetically.

Dong Chuanlin looked back at the cooking line, it was a bit long.

With three bowls in hand, it will be troublesome to line up again. There are still some dishes left in the bowls, so it is enough to save some food.Dong Chuanlin thought for a while and refused, "Don't bother, I'm going back in a hurry."

"Okay then." The man apologized several times.

Dong Chuanlin shook his head and smiled lightly to show that he was fine, then lifted his feet and continued to walk towards the door.Just two steps away, he heard a man complaining from behind.

"You too, you were playing around like crazy, causing me to bump into someone. Fortunately, the other party didn't care about me..."

As soon as the man who bumped into someone finished speaking, another voice suddenly appeared, with a fierce tone and a sense of familiarity.

"He deserves it."

There are people coming and going all around, and the noise is endless.Dong Chuanlin could easily hear those words that were not loud.

He stopped and looked back.

The man who hit people walked side by side with Lu Zhiming, and after hearing what he said, he showed an expression of disbelief, wanting to reason with the other party.Lu Zhiming waved his hands irritably, and sat down with a cold face.

Dong Chuanlin frowned and went out.

He didn't understand how he provoked Lu Zhiming and made him hate him so much.Whether it is work or life, I can't understand him.

As soon as Dong Chuanlin walked out of the kitchen, he ran into Han Song and Uncle Fu walking towards him.

After seeing him, Han Song walked a few steps quickly, took the two bowls in his left hand, and said, "Why didn't you wait for me."

"I don't know how late you will be busy." Dong Chuanlin muttered, "There will be no food later."

Han Song kept a straight face and said nothing.

He also didn't expect that a simple competition would last so late, it was indeed because he didn't think carefully.

"Uncle Fu," Dong Chuanlin greeted the approaching people.

Uncle Fu's full name is Fu Hanzhang, and he is about the same age as Dong Guangcheng. He is tall and strong, and his right sleeve is empty.His expressionless and cold face all the year round, everyone is in awe of him.

Dong Chuanlin didn't have much contact with him. He only heard that Uncle Fu was a powerful lieutenant general of a certain general before and retired from the barracks after losing his right arm on the battlefield.Relying on the friendship accumulated in his youth, the shopkeeper was able to invite this Buddha to guard the pharmaceutical village.

Today, Uncle Fu seemed to be in a good mood, his brows and eyes relaxed, and it was rare for Dong Chuanlin to smile back.

Seeing Uncle Fu enter the kitchen, Dong Chuanlin was still a little puzzled, "It's strange, Uncle Fu smiled at me today."

"I can't cry at you without smiling at you." Han Song teased.

"You didn't know the situation on the first day." Dong Chuanlin explained: "Uncle Fu is a piece of ice scum to the outside world. He has a straight face when he sees everyone. It's hard to make him smile when the shopkeeper comes."

"But he smiled at me just now, isn't it strange!" Dong Chuanlin said as he walked, "Could it be that Uncle Yang is back?"

Han Song frowned slightly, "What do you mean being a scum to the outside world? Who is Uncle Yang?"

Dong Chuanlin's words went back and forth, but he didn't understand a single word.

"Uncle Yang..." Dong Chuanlin smiled inexplicably, tilted his head to look at him, his eyes were bright. "Uncle Yang is Uncle Fu's husband, the two are very affectionate."

After a pause, he said again: "It's just that Uncle Fu made Uncle Yang angry a while ago, and Uncle Yang just sneaked home in anger. Uncle Yang is not here, so Uncle Fu can only eat from the kitchen." He shook his head and sighed. : "It's so miserable."

Han Song smiled and asked, "It's just to coax you back when you're angry. It's not as miserable as you said. Isn't it much worse than him to eat in the kitchen every day?"

"Can it be the same?" Dong Chuanlin glanced at him and said with reason: "I'm not married, so I can't help but eat from the kitchen. Uncle Fu

He is a family man, but now he has to eat alone, and the atmosphere feels heavy just thinking about it. "

Han Song laughed twice and didn't answer him.

The pain caused by walking kept stimulating him, after Dong Chuanlin's words, he figured it out.

A person who has been licking blood on the tip of a knife all year round will never be perfunctory when it comes to serious competitions. How can he tolerate unqualified people taking on the heavy responsibility of guards.

On the way back, the two were chatting, most of the time Dong Chuanlin was talking about interesting things here.

Dong Chuanlin intends to let Han Song quickly integrate into the new environment through these interesting things.

He has already experienced the cramped feeling when he first came here, and the tense and bewildered feeling caused by the unknown, and Han Song doesn't need to experience this feeling again.

Han Song has been listening carefully.

When he was about to arrive at the residence, he looked back at Dong Chuanlin, and out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the bowl in his hand. The vegetables were mixed together, and there were traces of vegetable soup on the edge of the bowl.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the bowls in his hand, one was full and the other was full of dishes.

"Did you spill the vegetables?" Han Song asked, pointing to the bowl in his hand.

Dong Chuanlin immediately reacted, "Yes, I was hit by someone."

Han Song pondered for a moment and said, "Next time, don't carry so much by yourself, it won't be too late when I come back."

"Okay." Dong Chuanlin nodded with a smile.He thought for a while and said, "Why don't you ask me why I was bumped into?"

The corner of Han Song's mouth raised, and he asked cooperatively, "Why?"

Dong Chuanlin put away the smile on his face, and said solemnly: "Someone was upset with me and bumped into me on purpose. If it weren't for my strong figure, the bowl might have been shattered into pieces."

After a pause, he felt that the fire wasn't big enough, and added: "He also called you an idiot."

Although Dong Chuanlin didn't pay much attention to Lu Zhiming, a little guy like Lu Zhiming, but he felt that it was necessary for Han Song to participate in his life.

It's easy to feel like strangers if you manage your own life.

If they are mixed together, it is difficult to separate them.