There is a small restaurant in the south around the Academy of Fine Arts. Fang Tingfeng often brought Cen Yu here to eat.

There were many people in the restaurant at night, so Fang Tingfeng asked the boss to book a private room in advance, and asked the waiter to serve a bowl of millet porridge as soon as he took a seat.

"Xiao Zhu has hurt his stomach before, so he has a bowl of porridge to warm up before every meal. Fang Tingfeng said to Ren Jiayi, "Do you want to have one?" ”

Ren Jiayi thanked her and asked, "Why did she hurt her stomach?"

"Well, when she was thirteen or fourteen years old, she overate, and then she got anorexia, and her stomach was broken. Fang Tingfeng said helplessly, and took the menu handed over by the waiter to Ren Jiayi. "Look at what you want to eat, I'll order it for Xiao Xiao first. ”

Osmanthus cake and mapo tofu are two of Cen Yu's favorite foods here.

"She has a bad stomach and still eats spicy?" Ren Jiayi was puzzled.

"She likes sweet and spicy. Fang Tingfeng raised his eyes after ordering these two things and said, "There is no sweet or spicy in a meal, she doesn't eat it." This dish is generally spicy. ”

Cen Yu wiped his hands with the hot towel that had been disinfected on the table, and looked back at Ren Jiayi's questioning gaze as a matter of course.

"It's not a good habit. Ren Jiayi deliberately said it to Cen Qi.

Cen Qi immediately shifted his gaze and looked at the door waiting for the porridge.

Ren Jiayi chuckled and shook his head, ordered a yam pork rib soup, and returned the menu to Fang Tingfeng, saying, "I'm not a picky eater, come on." ”

As if she hadn't heard, when the waiter brought the porridge, she lowered her head and slowly scooped it up.

Fang Tingfeng put up the menu and had a good meal.

Finally, Fang Tingfeng added boiled greens, braised pork and sweet and sour fish. The amount of dishes in this restaurant is moderate, and five dishes and one soup are enough.

Ren Jiayi added tea to the empty cup on the table, and listened to Fang Tingfeng say, "You drew that heart diagram?"

"I looked it up from the Internet. Ren Jiayi raised his eyes back.

"I checked it on the Internet?" Fang Tingfeng was slightly disappointed, and asked again: "You also wrote English?"

Ren Jiayi put down the teapot and said with a natural expression: "I copied it on the Internet." ”

"Copyed?" Fang Tingfeng was really stunned, and turned to look at Cen Qi.

Cen was concentrating on drinking millet porridge. Xu is porridge was too hot, she drank it while blowing, and didn't pay attention to the conversation between the two on the side.

Fang Tingfeng retracted his gaze and hesitated, "Your handwriting is very beautiful." ”

"It's fine. Ren Jiayi pulled out a tissue for Cen Qi and pointed to the corner of her left lip.

Cen put down the spoon and stretched out his tongue/tip to lick off the remaining porridge, but did not take the tissue.

Ren Jiayi was stunned by the clear and bright fawn eyes, and stretched out his hand to not know whether to take it back.

Fang Tingfeng lowered his head and smiled, took a sip of tea and said, "She is sometimes like a child, she has to come along." ”

Cen Yu picked up the spoon again and slowly scooped the porridge and drank it.

Ren Jiayi folded the tissue and pressed it under Cen Qi's plate, and looked back: "She doesn't like to talk very much, but sometimes she can be willful." ”

"Do you see that?" Fang Tingfeng was surprised, "I got along with her for more than a year before I found out that you only met her a few times. ”

She understands the literal meaning and ignores people as usual. Ren Jiayi turned his face sideways, and deliberately said it to Cen Qi. Cen Yu drank porridge attentively and didn't look up. He listened to Feng again: "Look." ”

Fang Tingfeng smiled dumbly, and said in her heart that Cen Qi had made great progress in being able to eat at the same table with people other than her family, but she thought that what Ren Jiayi said was not unreasonable. Cen Qi's willfulness was protected by Asperger, and the boundaries were so blurred that even the Cen family couldn't tell the difference.

The door of the private room opened, and the waiter came to serve the food.

Fang Tingfeng put the osmanthus cake and mapo tofu in front of Cen Qi, and asked Ren Jiayi: "You are not from Mincheng, are you?"

"I am from Nanzhang City, and I came to Mincheng last year. Ren Jiayi took the kettle in the center of the table and put it aside.

"I hear you don't have a Mincheng accent. Fang listened to Feng Mingming, and deliberately approached: "I am from the vicinity of Nanzhang City, and we are still half a fellow countryman." ”

"It's a coincidence. Ren Jiayi returned without leaking, "I came here and found that people from Mincheng and Nanzhang come and go quite frequently. ”

"Well, the habits of life in the two cities are similar. Fang Tingfeng inquired further: "You have been in Nanzhang City before you came to Mincheng, and you also went to school?"

Ren Jiayi nodded, and replied succinctly: "Enough stay in Nanzhang, I'll come out and take a look." ”

Fang Tingfeng didn't ask for a word he wanted to hear, and secretly thought that he was not Ren Jiayi's opponent, so he simply beckoned him to eat.

"Don't you eat osmanthus cake?" Cen Qi pushed open the bowl of porridge and turned his head to ask.

Ren Jiayi glanced at the plate of crystal osmanthus cake that had not moved the chopsticks, and moved to her, "You first." ”

Cen took a piece of cake and put it on the plate, and then looked at him, meaning that it was time for him to clip it.

Fang Tingfeng looked at the interaction that came and went, and showed his aunt's smile.

Ren Jiayi has not eaten high-sugar foods since he was a child, firstly, Yuan Mulei is strict, and secondly, he feels tired. This time he ate a whole piece of osmanthus cake, and he didn't even drink water.

Southern cuisine is exquisite, with four palm-sized cakes on a plate. Fang Tingfeng didn't eat it, Cen Yu ate two pieces, and the remaining two pieces were eaten by Cen Yu watching Ren Jiayi.

After that, Cen Qi ate a little vegetable and only put chopsticks on the mapo tofu. Fang Tingfeng didn't care about Cen Qi, without this plate of mapo tofu, she couldn't eat a small bowl of rice. Ren Jiayi frowned.

"The tofu is so spicy, you eat a lot. Ren Jiayi removed the mapo tofu and gave Cen Qi a bowl of yam pork rib soup. "This one goes well with rice, you try it. ”

Cen Yu put down the chopsticks directly, not planning to eat. She had a small half bowl of rice left.

Ren Jiayi put his hands on the table and turned to her sideways, reasoning: "Eating too much chili pepper stimulates the gastrointestinal mucosa. The stomach ache is terrible, you should have experienced it, right?"

Cen Qi pursed his lips and did not speak.

"In case you can't go to the Academy of Fine Arts after eating too many chili peppers one day, I won't see any paintings. Ren Jiayi said with some matter, "I still want to learn a few tricks from you." ”

"Do you want to learn to paint with me?" Cen Yu seemed to be a little happy, and his voice became sweeter and sweeter.

Fang Tingfeng was eye-opening, but he didn't expect Ren Jiayi to easily mobilize Cen Qi's enthusiasm.

Ren Jiayi said: "But I don't like teachers who eat chili peppers." ”

Fang Tingfeng really couldn't help it, so he turned his face away and took a big breath, suppressing the smile that was surging in his heart.

Cen Yu moved his eyes to the plate of mapo tofu and looked at it for a while, frowned and said, "Okay." ”

"Then you eat some yams. Ren Jiayi pushed the bowl of soup in front of her again, "You can teach me to draw this when you go back." ”

Fang Tingfeng stood up without warning. The other two looked at her. She feigned composure and said, "I'll go to the bathroom." ”

Then Ren Jiayi and Cen Qi saw her open the door and rushed out, and the waiter outside covered her mouth and smiled when she saw her walking, thinking that she was too drunk and had no way to control her facial expressions.

Cen Ji was supervised by Ren Jiayi to drink a bowl of pork rib soup and eat the remaining half a bowl of rice.

Fang Tingfeng returned to the private room and looked at the empty bowl, and said that Ren Jiayi was patient and admired him very much.

Ren Jiayi added a cup of black tea that had just been brought to Cen Qi, and replied: "She can actually listen to other people's discussions, but we have to give her a chance." ”

"You're right. But my family ......" Fang Tingfeng thought about Cen Yan's attitude towards Cen Yu, and insisted on holding back the second half of the sentence.

The meal was a pleasure.

At around half past seven, Fang Tingfeng went to the front desk to check out only to find that Ren Jiayi had already paid. Ren Jiayi also asked the restaurant to pack four servings of osmanthus cakes, give Cen Yu two servings, and bring back two servings himself.

Fang Tingfeng was embarrassed to let Ren Jiayi break the bank, and had to drive him back to the dormitory. Ren Jiayi thanked him on the grounds of not delaying Cen Qi's schedule. She asked Ren Jiayi if she went to the Academy of Fine Arts every day.

Ren Jiayi closed the car door and replied: "I deliver food in the morning, 246 is at the Academy of Fine Arts, the rest of the time is in other schools and units, and I will go to the studio in the afternoon." ”

Fang Tingfeng glanced at Cen Qi in the car, and didn't know if Cen Qi listened.

The window of the car was ajar, and Cen Qi said for no reason: "I like the heart picture you draw." She paused and said, "Very useful." ”

"But you redrew it. Ren Jiayi leaned over to look at her through the crack in the car window, "I thought you didn't like it." ”

"I drew it wrong. Cen Yu only replied with one sentence.

"Then you still hate me?" asked Ren Jiayi softly.

Cen shook his head and closed the window.

Fang Tingfeng smiled at his relieved aunt again, said goodbye to Ren Jiayi, and drove away.

Ren Jiayi watched Fang Tingfeng's car go away and went to the station with osmanthus cake. Cen Qi's sweet voice has been lingering in his ears.

When he passed by the food stall, a drunk girl at a table along the road accosted: "Handsome guy, let's have a drink together?"

"Sorry, no time. He staggered his sister's hand and walked forward, but the osmanthus cake was grabbed by the girl.

"I envy the handsome guy who buys food for his girlfriend? "The girl's drunkenness caused her peers to coax, and many people looked at it.

Ren Jiayi turned around and stood in front of her sister, pulled back the osmanthus cake bag, and smiled at her: "If you are envious, ask your boyfriend to buy it, I am not familiar with you." The words fell and left.

The girl sat down on the bench, shivering at thirty-eight degrees in the night, and the wine woke up.

Ren Jiayi's smile was like a cold winter moon, cold.

At Cen House in the west of the city, Fang Tingfeng sent Cen to the third floor, changed into home clothes and sat at the desk to read the manuscript, and was distracted for a while.

Ren Jiayi not only took care of Cen Qi but also took care of her when eating, and he always used honorifics when he poured tea and water, which was very educated. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this person was reliable.

Cen Yan hugged two stacks of clothes and put them in the suitcase, sorted them out and asked, "Did you take Xiao Yu to the restaurant for dinner today?"

He had dinner with an agent from London, and he didn't come back in the evening, so he flew to London with Cen's father tomorrow.

Fang listened to Feng come back to his senses, flipped through the manuscript and said, "Xiao Qi accidentally knocked down the easel in the afternoon and stained the painting. She repaired to six o'clock. I took her out to eat without wasting time. ”

"Teacher Zheng sent me a message. Cen Yan buckled up his suitcase, zipped up, got up and said, "Recently, the color tone of Xiao Yu's painting is wrong, I'll go up and see her." She may have been in a bad mood because of her grandfather's death day. ”

Fang listened to Feng's thoughts, and followed Cen Yan's words: "You want to take that painting back? ”

Cen Yan sat at the end of the bed and wondered, "Why did she draw a heart this time." If I don't bring it back, my grandmother will definitely ask. ”

Fang Tingfeng also had a hard time, "I think it's better not to make grandma sad, let's leave this painting at home first." ”

"I'll ask my dad tomorrow and see what he thinks. Cen Yan took the booklet from the gallery on the bedside table, stood up and walked to the door. "I'll go up and see Xiao Qi, you can sleep first. ”

Fang listened to Feng's response, and when the bedroom door closed, she breathed a sigh of relief on the back of the back of the chair.

If Cen Yan learned that Cen Ji was emotionally fluctuating because of Ren Jiayi, he would 100% find Ren Jiayi to nip this relationship in the bud.

Fang Tingfeng thought about it and decided to hide it from Cen Yan, after all, this might be the only way for Cen Yan to step out of the protective circle.