When the sun had already risen, but it was stubbornly buried in the clouds, refusing to show its face, the sky in the distance was a gentle color between gray and blue.

On the first night of moving, Yi Baitang had a good night's sleep with Shang Huaiyan in his arms.

So when Shanshan woke up, he was in a very good mood, and after washing up, he went to the kitchen to make a typical Chinese breakfast:

The fried golden and fluffy fritters lie on a rectangular white porcelain plate, and between the sticks, a line of milky white as the color of the white porcelain plate at the bottom jumps into the food; The soup dumplings that had just been steamed and steaming occupied a whole small steamer, with a thin skin and a lot of soup, and when it was gently blown by the wind from nowhere, it trembled slightly in the steamer; The soy milk with a small amount of grains tasted thick and refreshing, and when Shang Huaiyan came down from upstairs and took a sip, he was almost amazed and blurted out:

"Delicious!"

For this kind of shallow praise, Yi Baitang has always been too lazy to answer.

He brought out the last plate in his hand, which was a breakfast made of bean dregs after grinding soy milk, chopped chives and water chestnuts, and pork filling, mixed with flour.

There are a total of twelve okara balls on this plate, six on the left and six on the back, placed in a blue-purple yin-yang fish-shaped round plate.

The disc is made up of the blue fish on the left and the fish on the right, their backs are wavy, their stomachs are round and rumbling, the fish on the left bites the tail of the fish on the right, and the fish on the right bites the tail of the fish on the left, and the head and tail are entwined, and the two semicircles form a perfect circle together.

This round plate was placed horizontally between the two of them, the blue fish was on Shang Huaiyan's side, and the purple fish was on Yi Baitang's side.

Shang Huaiyan had already sat down at the table at this time.

He drank a large sip of soy milk that had just come out of the pot, and felt that the whole person was warming up from his stomach; Then, according to his habit, he first picked up the fritters about the length of an adult's palm and took a bite, and the soft and crispy feeling exploded silently in his lips and teeth almost instantly.

It's delicious!

Shang Huaiyan once again sighed in his heart.

It's really amazing, no matter what kind of ingredients, as long as they reach Yi Baitang's hands, put aside those dishes that let go of the soul...... All the rest can be made into the effect of "adding one point is too long, subtracting one point is too short, powdering is too white, and Shi Zhu is too red", as if there is no dish he is not good at.

Then his gaze skimmed over the soup dumplings that exuded a seductive aura all over his body, and stayed on the okara balls.

Although the appeal of the bean dregs balls is not as good as the hot soup dumplings, the plate containing the bean dregs balls is so special that Shang Huaiyan very much wants to cross over to his side, and instead snatch the contents of the other party's plate and eat them.

Then, in his sight, Yi Baitang was elegant and elegant, unhurried, and took away the bean dregs balls on the plate towards him.

Shang Huaiyan: "......"

Yi Baitang tasted it and commented: "Whether the beans are good or not, you can know by tasting the bean dregs." ”

His heart is also leisurely: look at the direction of the little sapling sitting opposite, you can know what he wants to do, and it just so happens that I want to do it too, so I will be strong first, and then suffer, look, he is embarrassed to do the same thing with me now~

Shang Huaiyan is actually not embarrassed.

It's that a weird sense of cuteness rises in his heart again, on the one hand, he feels that something is wrong, and on the other hand, he feels that this person should be like this, and only in this way is the person he likes! Two almost opposite thoughts pulled back into Shang Huaiyan's heart, and the weird and defenseless was overwhelmed by Meng Mengmeng, Shang Huaiyan coughed slightly, took out a credit card that had been prepared long ago from his pocket, put it on the dining table, and slid it to the side where Yi Baitang was sitting with three fingers, and said with a smile:

"Since your passbook is with me, then you can use this card of mine." As if casually, he said, "The limit of this card is not too high, if it is not enough-"

Then baby, let's change the card and continue to swipe~

But Yi Baitang, who was sitting across the table, did not let Shang Huaiyan say the ambition hidden in his heart, he simply expressed his dissatisfaction: "Don't you have a silver 'line' card?" Credit card deposits are not easy to use. ”

Shang Huaiyan: "......"

Yi Baitang: "Huh? ”

Shang Huaiyan finally realized that the future was still far away, and he was a little melancholy, so he silently changed a □□ to Yi Baitang.

Yi Baitang was satisfied: "Hmm." ”

He lowered his head, picked up the bowl and took a sip of soy milk.

It was at this moment that the new sun broke through the clouds, and under the golden light, Yi Baitang, who was sitting opposite him, seemed to be inlaid with a thin halo.

Yi Baitang finished drinking the soy milk, suddenly remembered something, and then raised his head and said to Shang Huaiyan: "I have something to do later, go out for a while." ”

Shang Huaiyan instinctively asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Yi Baitang didn't answer immediately, but went into his room, took out a backpack, and stuffed a bunch of trophies and certificates from the box into it, and then ripped off a piece of paper in the notebook on the table, took a pen and wrote half a page on it, and put it in the pocket of the backpack together, and then casually said to Shang Huaiyan, who was following from the restaurant and was now standing by the door:

"It's nothing, pull two investments and make some money to open a restaurant."

Shang Huaiyan: "......"

He thought to himself: Baby, I'm standing here! What do you think of me? Young and handsome have a high quota, and you can invest more at any time!

At this time, Yi Baitang had already packed his things and came to the door.

When he passed by Shang Huaiyan's side, he naturally grabbed the other party's shoulder, and once again pasted his face to the other party's face like in the morning.

That time it was good morning, this time it was goodbye.

After goodbye, Yi Baitang said calmly: "I'll come back in the evening." ”

Shang Huaiyan, who was originally refusing in his heart: "......"

He suddenly found that he couldn't seem to refuse Yi Baitang.

So he seized the opportunity and took advantage of this excellent opportunity to quietly rub Yi Baitang, and then said seriously:

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back and sleep together at night."

Yi Baitang, who had already taken two steps, glanced back at Shang Huaiyan.

His gaze was very meaningful.

The little sapling always wants to take advantage of me.

Distress.

Well, so it was decided!

He took advantage of me in words, and I took advantage of him in action.

Fair √

It's still early in the morning, but the city is already busy as if it has woken up from a dream.

Yi Baitang took a backpack and rode to a corner of Sijiu City.

This corner is in the middle of nowhere, with winding alleys and a row of jagged old buildings, and on the inside, it's not much better: at the end of the dead alley is a yellowed wall, the mottled walls that have been painted, and then a thin layer of paint has been painted, and the hazy colors are faintly visible underneath the white paint.

Yi Baitang took a few steps into the alley.

When he was about to approach the end of the alley, an old cat suddenly came out of nowhere, guarded in front of the alley, looked at Yi Baitang curiously with green eyes, and then jumped on the wall before Yi Baitang really approached him, and jumped into the building behind the wall.

Of course, Yi Baitang's goal is not this old hair.

He stopped a dozen paces away from the trash can and knocked on the only wooden door in the alley.

In front of the small wooden door, there is a wooden sign of the same color hanging in the corner of the wall on the left-hand side, the wooden card looks like it has been many years, and it has been somewhat broken in the wind and rain of the years, and even the line of ink on the top is also written every year after year, and there are many vicissitudes of life.

The line reads:

"Chefs Association Beijing Office".

Although this place is remote and dilapidated, it is obvious that there are still clerks inside, and soon after Yi Baitang knocked on the door, the closed door opened from the inside, and an old man in his sixties yawned and poked his head out: "It's not even nine o'clock in the morning, who." ”

Yi Baitang: "I want to join the Chef Association." ”

Old man: "Oh, what are you doing?" The Chef Association helps chefs to get the grade certificate without worry, from primary to special, the price is clearly marked, and the primary certificate is only 499, 499 packages of you have passed the exam, 499, you can't buy a loss, you can't be fooled! ”

Yi Baitang was expressionless: "There are still people who want that kind of waste paper?" ”

Uncle: "......", hehe, isn't it a fat sheep?

Only then did he rub his eyes, which were still worried, and looked carefully at the young man standing in front of him.

That's right, he is indeed very young, and he has a cold face, and he looks like the kind of person who is easily deceived!

He cautiously asked, "Since you don't want a certificate, why are you here?" ”

Yi Baitang: "I said, I want to join the Chef Association." ”

Uncle: "......" don't understand? What are you doing here?

Separated by a door and a short threshold.

One stands inside, one outside.

Yi Baitang was silent for a moment, patiently ran out, and said a few more words: "If you enter the Chef Association and become a member of the Chef Association, won't you be able to apply for the use of the public funds of the Chef Association through the exchange of new recipes?" ”

Old man: "......"

This baby is more familiar with the terms than me.

No, wait.

The old man said suspiciously: "If you want to apply for a chef business loan, why do you want to join the chef association, as long as you have a chef qualification certificate, you will automatically join the chef association......"

Yi Baitang calm: "Oh, I don't have a domestic certificate." ”

Old man: "What? ”

Yi Baitang: "Only these certificates. ”

As he spoke, he pulled his backpack open and pulled out a certificate and a trophy he had brought.

The old man took a closer look:

The certificate is for the Tokyo International Competition.

The trophy is for the Bocuse International Tournament.

These two are not a couple!

Wrong!

That's not the problem.

The problem is that there are trophies and certificates for such international competitions, and you don't even have a domestic certificate of even the most basic level?!

tease me!

You little bastard!!

When the old man and Yi Baitang were talking, their voices flew into the courtyard of the office along the morning breeze.

This chef association's office in Beijing looks ordinary on the outside, but it has a lot of things on the inside, more than one person occupies a large area of land, and there is actually a garden with a large area in the middle of the houses on all sides.

The garden is divided by a hanging flower arch.

In front of the weeping flower arch, there is an ancient terrazzo green brick, the yard is spacious, there is a shadow wall in the middle, and there are water lilies planted in a few large vats under the corridor.

After the weeping flower arch, a group of fruit trees were planted along the courtyard wall, covering the situation inside, and from the outside, only the sound of the wind could be heard inside, and the sound of water could be heard.

The sound of the mooring water is a small pond behind the arch of the hanging flowers.

The small pond is not filled with brightly coloured koi fish, but with a large number of live, edible fish.

On the opposite side of this small pond, the eaves are flying, and at the top of the eaves sits a majestic roof beast, and in the wooden corridor under the eaves, two elderly people are sitting on both sides of the chessboard, fighting each other with black and white chess pieces.

After a moment, the ear of the person sitting on the left hand side moved: "Is there someone outside?" Would you like to go out and have a look? ”

The people behind didn't care: "Don't look at it, don't look at it, it's enough to have Lao Chen deal with it, and there won't be any important people at this time." ”

The man on the left smiled meaningfully: "There are just one or two little ghosts who think very highly of themselves at this time - let's go and have a look, maybe there will be some surprises?" ”