"Ahem, ahem!"

"What's wrong?" Geng Nansong's whole cough arched, startling Tong Huan.

Walked over and looked, "Geng Nansong, you can't be allergic to gardenias, right?"

Tong Huan helped Geng Nansong pat his back, and he was relieved. "No... Ahem, no. ”

"Your eyes are red!" Tong Huan squinted his eyes and looked at him carefully, "Why is your neck and face red?"

Without waiting for him to say anything, Tong Huan took out the gardenia from the bottle, wrapped it in a bag, and threw it into the trash can in the kitchen. Then quickly open all the windows in the house to ventilate.

"Actually..."Geng Nansong watched Tong Huan's quick movements, he couldn't even interject a word. "Actually, it didn't matter much, it was just an accident. ”

"Haven't you ever been allergic to gardenias before? don't take it personally, if it's really allergies, it's really serious!"

"It's true that I haven't touched a gardenia in years. Geng Nansong took the wet towel that Tong Huan brought him and wiped his eyes, "But it's a pity, do you like gardenias very much?"

He looked at the bouquet that was mercilessly thrown into the trash by Tong Huan, and the white flowers, which were originally small and pitiful, were no longer the same.

"I don't like it, it's just a whim, and I remember when I was a child, my mother and aunt went to pick wild gardenias and came back to stir-fry. ”

Tong Huan washed his hands, walked up to Geng Nansong and carefully observed him for a while, making sure that the redness on his body was not serious, and there were no symptoms such as difficulty breathing before he relaxed.

"But I didn't expect you to be allergic to gardenias, don't gardenias bloom in T City every May?

Yes, the road in T City is full of osmanthus trees on both sides, and under the trees are dwarf gardenias. The gardenia in April and May is followed by the fragrance of osmanthus...

"Maybe it's been too long. Tong Huan thought for a while, "After all, the fragrance of gardenia is really exciting." ”

Seeing that Geng Nansong eased up for a while, there were no big symptoms, and Tong Huan went into the kitchen to start preparing.

Geng Nansong stood alone in the living room, looking at a few leaves secretly poked out of the trash can, and his heart was dark...

Tong Huan saw Geng Nansong roll up his sleeves and walk into the kitchen, so he asked casually, "Is there bayberry now?"

Among the fruits brought back by Geng Nansong, there was a small basket of fresh bayberry. It's always something that can only be enjoyed in summer, and it's obviously not that time yet.

"It's more expensive, you can still buy it, that guy in Qiu Xiang likes it. ”

"Qiu Xiang?" Tong Huan was also happy when he heard it, and while soaking the bayberry in the salt water, he talked to Geng Nansong, "The one that Tang Bohu ordered?"

Geng Nansong smiled and gestured as he spoke, "No, his surname is Qiu, the one next to his ear." Township is the township of the countryside. He was my college roommate and now my colleague. ”

"I see, his name is funny. By the way, help me get the marinated chicken wings out of the fridge, and two cans of Coke to make Coke chicken wings!"

"Good. ”

In the kitchen, he happily listened to Tong Huan's command. Walked to the refrigerator and opened the refrigerator door, looking at the situation in the refrigerator in front of me, there was a little ...

Scared.

At that time, he happened to be busy with a project, so he didn't think carefully about the appliances inside.

So much so that he lives at home as a person who doesn't cook much, but uses a family version of a double-door large-capacity refrigerator.

But now, the refrigerator, which seemed to him to be a bit big and wasteful, was filled in an instant...

found chicken wings and cola in a pile of things and sent them to Tong Huan, and noticed that Tong Huan had already prepared the side dishes and everything. He thought about it, but he couldn't help but walked to the refrigerator again...

......

"Forgot to chop some green onions?" Tong Huan stared at the braised fish gurgling in the pot, and suddenly remembered what he had missed before.

Shallot seemed to be still in the refrigerator, she remembered being stuffed into it by herself.

Turning off the fire, Tong Huan wiped his hands and went to the refrigerator to get shallots.

The moment she opened the refrigerator, Tong Huan thought that she had opened the refrigerator by mistake. When she looked closely, the refrigerator that was originally stuffed to the brim had been cleared out of a small half of the space.

Everything is stacked neatly, all kinds of vegetables and fruits are stacked neatly, and meat and vegetables are also separated... All the space in the refrigerator is used as efficiently as possible, and the refrigerator naturally frees up new space.

"This...."Tong Huan could guess that Geng Nansong did it even without using his brain.

Looking at the refrigerator that was as neat as the display on TV, Tong Huan was a little frozen for a while.

Geng Nansong came out of the room to change into home clothes, and saw Tong Huan standing at the door of the refrigerator in a daze.

"Are you looking for something?", he thought it was because he rearranged it so that Tong Huan couldn't find anything.

"Nope. Tong Huan came back to his senses, took out a few shallots from the refrigerator, and closed the refrigerator door. "I just suddenly thought about why my last video didn't get so hot..."

"En?", Geng Nansong was stunned. Tong Huan's last video was an old account he didn't know. He only knew Tong Huan's recently newly registered account, and secretly downloaded Station B and searched for that account.

However, because Tong Huan has not uploaded the video yet, that account looks no different from an ordinary tourist account, and he can't even find a reason to pay attention.

"I took a video of my suitcase storage before, and the response was not very good. Tong Huan shook the green onion in his hand in annoyance, "How can I forget who I am!

After figuring out the crux of the previous problem, Tong Huan was a little more relaxed.

"Oops! I'm still cooking fish in the pot!"

Tong Huan trotted to the kitchen, but fortunately, he didn't burn the pot.

"How do you cut the chives?" Geng Nansong followed, but Tong Huan's hand was ravaged with shallots.

"Just chop the green onions. ”

Tong Huan saw Geng Nansong helping, so he turned around and brought out the soup that had been hot in the pot before.

"Taste?"

As soon as Geng Nansong turned around, he saw Tong Huan holding a small bowl of soup in front of him, and the hot air bubbling in the bowl covered his eyes.

It seemed that he felt that it was inconvenient for him to cut vegetables, so Tong Huan carefully blew some cold and fed it to his mouth with a spoon.

Geng Nansong lowered his head and looked at the spoon handed to him, held the kitchen knife and stiffened, and bent down.

The soup is fresh, and the aroma of meat and corn whets your appetite.

"How's it going?", Tong Huan asked him.

"Pretty good!" Geng Nansong smiled, and inadvertently turned away, "Is it chopping green onions?

"En, that's okay!" Tong Huan looked at him from his side, "Your knife skills are really good, I think you are the hidden master of cooking in our family!"

......

Our Family...... That's a good word