Chapter 585: Seeing Words Like Faces, Seeing Letters Like Meeting

But now it's soaking wet.

Su Zifang is not a pedantic person, theoretically the guest keeps this thing for himself, which can be regarded as having been given to him.

These contents, although they may be something that the guests themselves are not aware of.

But I also need to see it to know whether to return it to the other party.

After all, painful memories and happy memories bring different feelings.

In the stories Su Zifang has heard, some people suddenly returned to the light and lived for an extra month because of happy memories when they were dying.

There are also people who have just undergone surgery, and all the data are very good, and they can be discharged from the hospital after a week of recovery, but they are so angry that they die on the spot by painful memories.

So...... Su Zifang felt that as a bystander, he could better grasp the content of what seemed to be a letter.

Otherwise, it is easy to give, and if there is a problem, you can't afford it.

The unfolded paper lay out on the table, and the handwriting on it, though somewhat faded, was still legible.

"Mei Sheng:

See the letter like a meeting.

Three years ago, Huacheng said goodbye and never saw each other again.

I heard that the maple leaves of Jingling are red, and the foolish brother has never visited Jingling, but he has been lucky enough to see the red leaves of Xiangshan, which are all over the mountains and fields, and the forests are dyed, like fireworks on the branches of the trees.

I wonder if the autumn leaves of Jingling are also the same scene?

A few days ago on a business trip in the imperial capital, Mr. Zhang invited me to eat Quanjude's duck, a duck costs ten yuan, but it reminds me that you said that Jingling also has ducks, Liu Ji's roast duck is only five yuan, the taste is several times better than the duck in the imperial capital, you can't forget the taste of duck every time you go.

If you had known that the ducks in this imperial capital were so expensive, it would be better to ask the teacher to eat things such as popping belly and mutton shabu, and the ducks would be left to taste when you visited you.

Now there is no such blessing.

When writing a letter, Ben was struggling with what to write in the first sentence, and I didn't know whether it was better to see the words like a face or a letter to meet like a meeting.

Brother Fool thinks the meaning is the same, but if you are a student of literature, you will inevitably have your own opinions.

I'm not good at this hand, I'm afraid I don't like it very much, it's better to meet.

After writing it, you will remember that you can't see it anyway, and you may have the opportunity to see it in the future, and you don't know what kind of time it will be.

I'm about to leave here and study in Europe.

I hope that after I come back, the maple red duck is fragrant, and the people are still the same!

Brother Yue Ming

Written on 19: October"

After reading it all, I saw that the content that was originally revealed without tea was not only the recipe, but also the content of a letter similar to that of a letter.

"Last time, you said you wanted to eat the money crab box again, so I went to ask Master Sun to teach me how to make this dish. ”

"It's a pity that I didn't learn it in the end, but I just watched the record roughly, and you can find someone to try it. ”

"If not, I can try to show you a demonstration in Jingling."

"I promised you to find you the best money crab box, and promised that I could do it, and I was not allowed to say that I was cheating!"

Here's how to make the money crab box.

However, Su Zifang just glanced at it and jumped over the contents of the crab box.

Watching the recipes recorded by a person who can't cook is the same as watching Director Bi's "Creed".

Except for knowing that this was a recipe, Su Zifang couldn't see anything else.

Just pick two pieces and feel it to know his current mood.

"Master Sun was crushing the taro, using a discus, which was dark and had many potholes on it, like a pebble that had been smashed, and it was quickly crushed into taro paste. ”

"There is a pot of oil in the pot, and the taro cake is fried in it, and it looks like a white skirt. ”

Although Su Zifang didn't know the identity of the letter writer, and he hadn't heard of Yue Ming, he knew that Yue Ming should be from writing prose.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have described the two actions of pressing taro paste and fried crab bucket so beautifully.

Maybe the literary and artistic youth of the year really liked this style of content, but for Su Zifang, it was completely meaningless.

To be reasonable, if this recipe were to be thrown to any other chef, it is estimated that I would be crazy to the point of collapse.

Origin, dosage, seasoning, pretreatment......

I didn't write anything that should be written, so I said that the taro was crushed into mud and fried into flowers.

It's so detailed that the discus of the taro is pressed, can it be that it is delicious because a discus is not successful?

Su Zifang suddenly understood why the guest would give this thing to himself.

Maybe it's not because she's sad or has memories.

Or maybe he simply thinks that no one else can make this recipe, so he can only try it.

Thinking of this, Su Zifang felt a little proud again.

In the end, he is the champion of the Young Chef Forum, and even diners who can't cook these dishes are willing to come to him to try it.

At this time, Zhao Xiaoman finally finished reading all the content, and said lightly: "Who gave it to you?"

Su Zifang told the truth, and heard Zhao Xiaoman sigh.

"It's a pity!"

Su Zifang showed a puzzled expression.

"What a pity?

Zhao Xiaoman stared, looking at Su Zifang as if he was mentally retarded: "Do you really not know or pretend not to know?"

"If a girl doesn't have a good feeling, how can she keep such an obviously old thing for so many years. ”

"Moreover, this origami was dismantled and folded back later. ”

Su Zifang was even more shocked when he heard this.

"How can you tell!"

"I've stacked it!"

Zhao Xiaoman's three words instantly made Su Zifang lose any idea of arguing.

This innate preemptive and invincible answer is really speechless.

However, looking at Su Zi's stunned appearance, Zhao Xiaoman still explained.

"Origami is not in the right direction. ”

"This kind of origami is all about hiding the content inside, and this one is the content outside, which can only mean that the person who received it opened it and refolded the paper, but did not notice the front and back, only the creases. ”

"That's where this happens!"

Su Zifang suddenly realized, sure enough, he saw the truth in the details, he just thought that this origami technique was very good, but he didn't take into account that there was such an insider.

"And this man, too, is stupid!"

"Obviously I've learned it myself, but I still have to demonstrate it in such a roundabout way, is it so difficult to say these words?"

Zhao Xiaoman's eyes were full of hatred that iron could not become steel.

Su Zifang guessed that it must be the protagonist's frustration in the drama she watched recently, otherwise she would never have shown this appearance.

But the problem now is not to entangle Zhao Xiaoman's expression.

It's the way the letter in front of you is handled.

If these contents are true, then it should be a love affair that will not be worse than Longjing shrimp.

And once he can unlock the film and television recipes, Su Zifang feels that he may watch it more than three times!

This is much better than those bloody TV series.

can even be automatically brought into the sky of the wind dog boy.,The male protagonist is Peng Peng's wilted and wilted character.。

Recently, Shen Anyan always sent him clips of this TV series.

Even Su Zifang was a little poisoned.

Thinking about it, Su Zifang frowned and said, "What about this letter?"