Men who concentrate on doing things are always so charming, Qian Xiaoqing looked at Chu Qiankun, who was busy in the kitchen, making millet porridge for her, and felt that this man was too handsome and too MAN.

Qian Xiaoqing was very puzzled, how could Chu Qiankun be so proficient in cooking, and he didn't look like a 20-year-old boy at all. She is a girl herself, and she only cooks a few simple dishes now, and most of the time she eats small shops.

And this mysterious and mature, not like a little young man, but can skillfully control everything in the kitchen, looking at his posture with a knife is definitely a master. This man looked at her deeply, and her eyes couldn't extricate herself.

The TV in the living room is on, replaying the Qing court drama chased by Qian Xiaoqing, the actors on the TV are very professional, and the background music is euphemistic. However, Qian Xiaoqing, who was obsessed with chasing dramas in the past, didn't even take a look at it today, the handsome guys and beauties in the previous drama can't get into her eyes now, she only has his prince in her eyes now, the prince who is busy for her, and everything else is on the sidelines.

Chasing dramas is valuable, and handsome guys are more expensive, so if it is Qiankun, both can be thrown.

Boiling millet porridge is very time-consuming, it has to be simmered slowly over low heat, and it has to be stirred constantly. Time passed very slowly, and after nearly half of the sale, Chu Qiankun completed the arduous task of discounting. Qian Xiaoqing felt that time passed quickly, and before he had seen the charming figure of his male god in the kitchen, Chu Qiankun came out with a bowl of millet porridge.

While stirring the millet porridge in the bowl to make it cool faster, he walked towards Qian Xiaoqing and said happily: "The fragrant millet porridge is here." ”

sat down next to Qian Xiaoqing, who was still a nymphomaniac, and asked with concern, "Are you hungry?"

spooned a scoop of millet porridge, blew it gently, and stretched it out to Qian Xiaoqing's cherry mouth: "Come, I'll feed you, be careful of scalding." ”

Qian Xiaoqing opened her small mouth and slowly took a bite of the millet porridge in the spoon, the porridge was very bad, it melted in your mouth, there was no need to chew at all, a strong meat fragrance was mixed in the rice fragrance, the fragrance was fragrant, and it made people's appetite soar.

Qian Xiaoqing was reluctant to swallow this mouthful of porridge, she was afraid that this was a dream, she was afraid that this happiness was not real. If it was a dream, she would be willing to be in a dream for the rest of her life and never wake up, she would be willing to be so happy in her dream for the rest of her life. She was afraid that after swallowing it, the dream would wake up, and everything would disappear, she didn't want it, she wanted this dream to be forever.

With rice porridge in his mouth, looking at the man in front of him, Qian Xiaoqing's eyes silently shed a line of tears.

Chu Qiankun was blind, what's the matter, how can I still shed tears after eating millet porridge, is it so delicious? I have tasted salty and light in the kitchen, although the taste is not bad, it is very fragrant and glutinous. But it's not so good that it will cry, I'm possessed by the god of cooking.

Chu Qiankun, who completely understood the meaning of this line of tears, stretched out his hand to help Qian Xiaoqing wipe away his tears and said: "It's delicious, let me tell you a secret, I am the reincarnation of the kitchen god, eat the food I cooked, and crying is the standard process." ”

Chu Qiankun's words, Qian Xiaoqing, who was amused, almost squirted out the rice porridge in her mouth, and the girl who burst into tears snatched the porridge bowl and soup spoon in Chu Qiankun's hand, and said deliberately: "Hmph, it's unpalatable, I'll eat it myself, I don't want you to feed it." ”

said that it was unpalatable, but the movements in his hands were not honest, and he kept spooning the rice porridge into his mouth, and after a while, a bowl of millet porridge bottomed out. Handing over the empty bowl, the little tongue licked his lips, and said to Chu Qiankun: "Little Er, another bowl." ”

"Okay, master, wait a minute, the little one will serve you another bowl immediately. The two of them who were in a good mood acted in ancient dramas.

Chu Qiankun went to the kitchen to fill a bowl again, thought about it, and moved the whole pot of millet porridge out and put it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. In this way, Qian Xiaoqing can eat a few bowls if he wants, and he doesn't have to run back and forth.

handed her the bowl and said gently: "You eat slowly, don't eat too fast and too strong, you see there are many more, it will definitely feed you." ”

Qian Xiaoqing took the bowl, ate a few bites, glanced at Chu Qiankun, who was watching her drink rice porridge on the side, and suddenly put down the bowl and spoon. stood up and ran to the kitchen, and in a blink of an eye, he came out with a pair of chopsticks in his hand, filled a large bowl, handed it to Chu Qiankun and said, "You have also been busy all night, you must be hungry, you can eat some too." ”

After taking the dishes and chopsticks, Chu Qiankun's eyes were slightly red, and tears were light. I haven't felt this way for many years, both familiar and unfamiliar, how nostalgic and warm it is, this is the difference between home and family.

Tears did not flow, Chu Qiankun, who had just broken into tears, and Qian Xiaoqing, who had just broken into tears, and Qian Xiaoqing, who had broken into tears before, you took a mouthful, I took a mouthful, you fed me, I fed you, a large pot of millet porridge was wiped out in the warmth of this family.

The well-fed two of them were lying on the soft sofa, not wanting to move.

Looking at the girl lying beside him, Chu Qiankun asked curiously: "Are you a native of Dongzhou? ”

"I'm not from Dongzhou, my hometown is in Pingyang County, but I went to college in Dongzhou. Qian Xiaoqing turned her head, looked at Chu Qiankun's side face and said.

"Oh, do you know, I'm just a high school student who didn't get into college, but I look up to you college students, that envy, jealousy and hatred. Chu Qiankun said in a somewhat strange tone, which made Qian Xiaoqing a little puzzled.

Qian Xiaoqing brushed her drooping hair behind her ears with her own doubts and asked, "Why do I think you are not admiring, but showing off nakedly." You give people the impression that you don't need to go to college at all, that going to school is a waste for you, and that you bury it deeply means that it is better to not go to college than we go to college. ”

"Hehehe, no, no, how dare you. Chu Qiankun, who was ruthlessly exposed, smiled embarrassedly, and said no, the cheap expression clearly said: This is the reason.

Chu Qiankun, who was exposed, quickly changed the topic, didn't dare to continue looking at Qian Xiaoqing, looked up at the ceiling, as if there were countless small flowers waiting for him to study, and said, "What school did you go to in Dongzhou?"

Seeing Chu Qiankun looking at the ceiling and seeing that he was fascinated, Qian Xiaoqing also looked up at the ceiling and said, "I went to Dongzhou Conservatory of Music, an art college. ”

"What? You go to a conservatory, so why do you go to work in a securities company, it's a bit far away!" The answer to this divine turn of mind made Chu Qiankun a little surprised, and he didn't study the ceiling anymore, and sat up straight and looked at Qian Xiaoqing.

Seeing that Chu Qiankun was sitting upright, Qian Xiaoqing still did a good job, and replied: "Hehe, no way, if you want to eat, it's good to find a job." However, the tone of these words was a little low, and it was obviously not so simple.

"How can you study music not find a job, isn't this industry very developed now?" Chu Qiankun continued to ask without noticing the change in Qian Xiaoqing's mood.

If he can't find it, he writes and sings his own songs, and he treats everyone as if he were himself, and he can copy the songs of later generations.

"Well, like me, there are not many people who don't mix in that circle, they are all people who don't want to bow to reality and rules, if you can't enter that circle, you can't mix in this profession, reality is not as wonderful as dreams. Qian Xiaoqing was a little helpless and a little sad.

"Well, I understand, unspoken rules and money rules, as long as there is a circle, there will be rules. You don't want to be like everyone else, unwilling to accept the unspoken rules?" Chu Qiankun felt Qian Xiaoqing's emotions this time, and found that she was relatively low, so he held her hand, half-hugged her, and said with pity: "What major are you studying?"

Qian Xiaoqing snuggled on Chu Qiankun's shoulder: "Vocal." ”

"Then you can sing, what kind of singing will you know?" Hearing that Qian Xiaoqing could sing, Chu Qiankun raised his voice and asked.

"Of course, I can sing, my major is popular singing, but I have to learn ethnic and bel canto. ”

"When I was a child, my dream was to be able to sing on a gorgeous stage, and I have been working hard for this dream until I was admitted to university, and I still chose my dream major, and I have been working hard to learn professional knowledge, but the reality has shattered my dream. ”

"My parents are ordinary workers in a small county, and they have worked hard all their lives, and it is already very good to be able to provide me with college. I don't have any connections, so it's impossible to help me with that. ”

"Unless I accept the unspoken rules and am willing to fit into that circle. But my heart told me that no, I have my moral bottom line, and in the end I can only throw away my dreams and face reality. ”

"Now I really understand that my so-called dream is actually just a dream, and when I wake up from the dream, I wake up. ”

As soon as he talked about his professional affairs, Qian Xiaoqing obviously talked a lot, and he couldn't stop talking, and he talked to Chu Qiankun about his previous dreams and subsequent grievances.

Looking at Qian Xiaoqing, who was talking about it, Chu Qiankun felt sad for his little woman. Chu Qiankun himself had never encountered unspoken rules in his previous life, he was a dead otaku, and it was difficult to encounter him. In this life, he has not encountered it so far, but he believes that he will meet it sooner or later, and he will become the creator of the rules.

The unspoken rule is the unspoken rule, not the floating rule. Literally, it can be said that it is not on the surface, not recognized by society, but it has always existed in history, and existence is reasonable. So even if it's unjust, even if it's unfair, it's still tenacious.

People who like unspoken rules love it to death, thinking that it can better allocate resources to those who need them and are willing to exchange them; people who don't like unspoken rules hate it, believing that it destroys the fairness of social resource distribution and makes many people in need unable to obtain resources from normal channels.

You can't change it, you either adapt to it or avoid it. As one of the "senior sages" said: life is like rape, since you can't resist it, then enjoy it. Today's Chu Qiankun also wants to tell people: The unspoken rules are like a ship, if you want to go to sea, please get on the boat, if you don't want to get on the boat, then turn around and return to land. The vast world has a lot to offer, so why do you have to go to sea.