Zhang Yuan's responsible editor is called Xia Zhu, a professional woman who wears a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, speaks softly, and has a very close personal relationship with Zhang Yuan.

What surprised Ji Qingling the most was that Xia Zhu was not in City A, just because of Zhang Yuan's phone call, he bought the earliest ticket and flew from the capital.

"I think you're familiar, have we met somewhere?" As soon as Xia Zhu saw Ji Qingling, he came out with such a sentence, which amused Zhang Yuan.

"You have it, do you still think you are Brother Bao? If you weren't a woman, I'd have thought you were accosting on purpose. ”

"Hey, I really think she's familiar," Xia Zhu frowned, but he couldn't remember where he had seen Ji Qingling, "Are you sure we haven't met before?" ”

"Probably not, right? I've never been to the capital. Ji Qingling smiled, "I don't have a good memory, maybe we passed by on the road?" ”

Zhang Yuan was happy, "Yes, maybe you will pass by with me, Xia Zhu, your skills in accosting you are getting weaker and weaker now." ”

Xia Zhu gave Zhang Yuan a roll of his eyes, and then smiled at Ji Qingling, "We may have really met here before, otherwise how can I explain this unexplained familiarity in my heart?" It seems that it is also fate. ”

Ji Qingling felt that this Xia Zhuzui was really sweet, and the words he said knew were compliments, but they made people feel comfortable from the bottom of their bones.

"I'm really sorry to let you run this trip." Ji Qingling looked apologetic, "Actually, this matter is not in a hurry, you can delay it for a few days." Sister Yuan also mentioned it to me yesterday, and I don't know if I can do it. ”

"We're in a hurry, Yuanyuan is our cash cow, I can't wait for her to write right away." Xia Zhu spread her hands, "As long as she is willing to deliver the manuscript early, I am willing to take the earliest flight every day." ”

"Yes, you are the evil slave owner who wields a little leather whip all day long. Urge, urge, ......" Zhang Yuan rolled her eyes.

"This ......" Ji Qingling was speechless, these two people were really willing to fight and suffer, "You haven't had breakfast yet." I made some almond crisp. ”

She took out a small box and pushed it in front of Xia Zhu, but was intercepted by Zhang Yuan halfway, "This is what you promised to bring to me yesterday, why do you want to give it to her?" She had breakfast on the plane. ”

Xia Zhu was speechless. Isn't it just an almond crisp? For Grandpa Mao, she won't bother with her, so it doesn't hurt to give it to her.

Zhang Yuan opened the snack box with a smile, she was a thin person who couldn't get fat no matter how she ate, and she didn't care that she had just eaten breakfast, she wasn't hungry at this time, and she ate "click-click", "Ji Qingling, your skills are getting better and better." This almond crisp is so sassy, it must have been made for your husband. I can only eat what he has left. ”

Ji Qingling laughed dryly, the almond cake was made into a heart-shaped, she had just bought a few heart-shaped molds recently, and she was very keen on making desserts into heart-shaped, Fu Zijun also had a soft spot for desserts of this shape, and the almond crisp made today was indeed named by Fu Zijun to eat, but she made some more to bring to Zhang Yuan.

Xia Zhu didn't want to rob Zhang Yuan, but she sat there and ate non-stop, and the fragrance of the almond crisp that had just been roasted kept wafting over, so that her stomach, which was not hungry, even "cooed" twice.

Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly, "Forget it, for your pitiful sake, I will divide you into two pieces." ”

Xia Zhu was indeed hungry, so he was not polite, took the almond cake and ate it, his eyes suddenly widened, "It's so delicious!" It's completely different from what I bought in the store! ”

Almond crisp is not a rare thing, even if Ji Qingling makes it look better, it is essentially just an almond crisp, Xia Zhu has naturally eaten it, and she doesn't like that taste very much, but now the almond crisp in her mouth is completely different from what she has eaten.

"Why is it so delicious? How do you do it? Xia Zhu was not polite to Zhang Yuan anymore, and after eating two pieces, he reached out directly to Zhang Yuan.

"Actually, it's very simple, it's a little bit of a modification of the ordinary cookie recipe, plus almonds, strictly speaking, it's not a traditional almond crisp, it's more appropriate to call it almond cookies." The almond crisp is freshly baked in the morning, so she can't have much time to prepare, and it's a quick dessert.

"Cookie recipe? Who else knows what a cookie recipe is? Saying to us, who only know how to eat, is tantamount to playing the harp to a cow. Zhang Yuan turned to Xia Zhu, "You can eat it, don't ask so much, even if she says it, you can't understand it, you cooking idiot who can't scramble tomatoes and eggs, don't you feel bad about asking such a profound question?" ”

Xia Zhu licked his fingers and didn't care about Zhang Yuan's complaints, "It's a pity that you don't open a store with such good craftsmanship." ”

Zhang Yuan laughed wildly again, "Do you know how much our Qingling is worth?" Does she still need to open a store? ”

Xia Zhu was stunned for a moment, thinking of Zhang Yuan's identity, her friend was indeed either rich or expensive, but she was too naïve.

Ji Qingling smiled shyly, "If you really want to open a store for mass production, the taste will not be so good, what you eat will not cost at any cost, regardless of time, things must be delicious, raw materials must be selected as the best, no chemical additives are put in, and they are made by hand one by one, so you can't do too much every time, once the quantity goes up, there is no way to guarantee the quality." ”

"Makes sense!" Xia Zhu gave a thumbs up, "No wonder the food produced by the assembly line machine is not as delicious as the manual handmade." ”

"So my new book is from the perspective of handmade food, we have eaten too much machine-produced, mass-produced food, forgetting the original taste of food, which is also the most genuine taste, should be made slowly by hand, although the cost is high and the efficiency is low, but they not only retain the most simple flavor but also have a touch of humanistic connotation." Zhang Yuan said as he turned his pen, "Do you remember the taste of sugar osmanthus you ate when you were a child?" I often ate osmanthus glutinous rice lotus root in the hotel before, I never thought it was delicious, and then Qingling gave me a jar of sugar osmanthus, I only knew what the real sugar osmanthus tasted like, can you imagine? In order to make sugar osmanthus, this girl went to the countryside to collect fresh osmanthus, and used a lot of osmanthus to make a jar of sugar osmanthus, which is a good taste that we can't eat outside. ”

"Actually, it didn't take much time, sugar osmanthus is the easiest." Ji Qingling looked innocent, he didn't take the matter of sugar osmanthus seriously at all, and he didn't know why so many people were full of praise for sugar osmanthus.

The reason why she knows where the fresh and good osmanthus is because of the vegetable stall she frequents, the stall owner planted a lot of osmanthus in the countryside, she was invited to her home to pick, and many people helped to spend a whole morning, as for pickling, it was also a simple thing, and it seemed to be a great feat in Zhang Yuan's mouth, which made her very embarrassed.

"I understand what you mean, it's mainly to promote a concept of life," Xia Zhu snapped his fingers, "It's worthy of our ace Yuanyuan, I have a hunch that this book will be a big hit, this kind of light life and slow pace book is very pleasing now, and your name is covered, you just let go and write, and the rest will be left to me." ”

"I just like your cheerfulness, not as grinding as others." Zhang Yuan nodded with satisfaction, "You don't have to worry about my part, Qingling's part, you have to guide and guide, it's the first time she writes this kind of thing, and she doesn't have much confidence." ”

"No problem, this thing is very simple, and the main part is supported by Yuanyuan, you don't have to worry," Xia Zhu agreed, "Otherwise, you go back and write an article about your views on food first, whatever you want, play with your imagination, and don't have to stick to any format." ”

"Oh." Ji Qingling was still very apprehensive, how did she feel that she had a feeling of going back to high school to write a proposition essay.

"Are you going to the movies at night?" As soon as Fu Zijun got home, he went into the kitchen to help, "I heard that there is a good movie on the file." ”

"No, there's something to do at night." She shook her head.

"What's the matter?" He looked at her carefully, and felt that she was very different today, as if she was carrying some heavy ideological baggage, but as if she had encountered something good, the joy in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows could not be concealed, it was really too strange.

"Guess?" She sighed, but the corners of her lips rose slightly.

"What new tasks has Wang Ling assigned?" He really couldn't figure out why she became like this, after that period of bad supplementation, she could easily keep up with the progress of Wang Ling's research group, and it stands to reason that she shouldn't have such a thoughtful appearance.

"It's not Teacher Wang, it's Zhang Yuan, she asked me to co-write a book with her, and today her editor talked to me, let me write an idea of food first, I am thinking about where to start." She put the dishes in the pot on the plate, she was a person who couldn't hide words, she had long wanted to share such a big thing with him.

"That's right, you're going to publish a book, and you're still a great writer like Zhang Yuan." Fu Zijun looked at her in surprise, "It really impresses me, it seems that my wife will become a great writer just around the corner." ”

"What a great writer? The big writer is Sister Yuan, and I am also responsible for writing some food practices, which is equivalent to a chef who writes recipes. She looked stunned.

"God Chef and Writer, invincible!" He exclaimed, "I am so blessed to have such a perfect wife." ”

"Are you praising me or hurting me? Who knows if it's going to work. She pinched him with tears and laughter, and now he learned to say those sweet words that tired people don't pay for their lives, and every time they numb her flesh.

She was both excited and apprehensive about this, she would only do it, not say, and now let her put the idea into words, it would really take a lot of thought to think about it, which can be regarded as a sweet annoyance. (To be continued......)