Huiwei walked to Su Miao's side, and I don't know if it was because he walked without a sound, or because Su Miao already knew but didn't care at all, in short, Su Miao still pillowed her arms with the back of her head, lying on the roof with her feet forked, her eyes closed, and she looked like she was asleep.

Aftertaste looked at her, sat down, and sat down beside her.

In the distance, the black clouds were thick, faint, and there seemed to be a muffled thunder, but because I couldn't really hear it, I didn't know if it was an illusion caused by the wind being too intense.

Aftertaste sat beside Su Miao upright, looking at her without blinking.

Su Miao still had her eyes closed, even under such a gaze, she could still keep her eyelids moving and her lips not trembling, as if she was really asleep.

After looking at her for a while, he suddenly took out a paper bag from his arms and unfolded it with a bang, and inside were two brightly colored lion heads.

He handed the oiled paper bag to Su Miao's nose and lured her to sniff as much as she wanted.

Because the lion head he made was so mellow, that Su Miao involuntarily began to shrug the tip of her nose, shrugging herself first annoyed and angry, Huo Di sat up, glared at him, and said unhappily:

"Why did you put meatballs on my nose?"

He laughed: "Funny, like a dog." ”

The concise answer made Su Miao's face darken, and he bombarded him unhappily:

"Go, go, go down, this is my territory, don't disturb my cultivation!"

"I didn't see that you were cultivating, but I could see that you were hungry." Aftertaste said with a smile, paused, and sent the lion's head in his hand forward, "Do you want to eat?" ”

Su Miao puffed out her cheeks and looked at him for a while. After all, he still didn't resist the temptation of the braised lion's head, took one, put it to his mouth and ate it.

"Eat slowly. The wind is strong above, choking on the wind, and it is me who suffers from stomach pain at night. Aftertaste said with a smile.

Su Miao glared at him: "What are you doing here?" ”

"Bring you dinner." Aftertaste stuffed the oiled paper bag in her hand into her hand, lay down quietly, looked up at the dark sky, and could vaguely see the dark clouds rolling, paused, and hooked his lips and smiled. "Looking at the cloudy sky in this black light and fire has a unique charm."

Su Miao didn't speak, and ate a big meatball in two bites. Pick up the remaining one and continue eating.

This is really a blessing to be able to eat, aftertaste glanced at her heroic eating appearance with her afterglow, smiled, and turned her head to continue to look at the dark sky. After a while. Say:

"If you listen to me and make Yangchun noodles today, you won't lose to Tong Ran."

Su Miao, who was munching, paused, continued to munch, and said casually:

"It doesn't matter, the game, it's either a loss or a win, it's not a big deal."

Aftertaste tilted his head and glanced at her, after a moment. smiled: "It's good that you can think like this, but." Tong Ran's craftsmanship was indeed beyond my expectations. He curled the ends of her hair with his fingers and said nonchalantly, "When he competed with me, he didn't show his full strength because he was young and inexperienced, but now it seems that his craft has become a success." ”

Su Miao didn't speak, ate up the two big meatballs with the momentum of the wind and clouds, and began to lick her fingers intently.

The aftertaste of casually curling the ends of her hair saw his most unbearable scene, the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, and he couldn't say anything when he wanted to reprimand her, so he had to sit up, take out his handkerchief, and while wiping her dirty fingers, he asked softly:

"Have you figured out what you're going to do next?"

"Nope." Su Miao was obviously a little repulsed by this topic, twisted her head, and replied hastily.

Aftertaste glanced up at her, still wiping her fingers, and said softly:

"It's just the first game, and you already know the content of this round from the second game, so you should think about what you should use to win the next game."

Su Miao's heart was a little unhappy, first of all, she was not a child, she didn't need such a urging, she would naturally think when she wanted to; Second, she began to worry about the purpose of her coming out to compete, she has been here for a few months, and she doesn't know how Su Ji, who was on the right track when she left, is running it now, Uncle Cheng, have they run the restaurant well, Su Ji is the guy she eats, if Su Ji is delayed because of the game, it is putting the cart before the horse, and the gains outweigh the losses; Thirdly, although she came out to compete for fun and to be able to come to a new place, and secondly for the big prize money, and to see rare spices and ingredients that she had heard of but could not afford to see in her previous life, she felt a little annoyed now that she had come out to participate in long and boring competitions just because of them.

She is a woman who doesn't like to be restrained, and she is also a freewheeling person in her own business, in her previous life, she would always be scolded and hit nails because of such a freewheeling, but the process of life under the coincidence of this life has indulged her freewheeling, and there are too many people who are impressed by her freewheeling, so she naturally and happily continues her freewheeling, and becomes more and more arbitrary. She was so wanton that she was tied up again because she came to participate in the competition, as if she was suddenly hedged by a wild horse, at first she felt fresh, but after a long time, she began to feel bored, because of this boredom, she felt stuffy, this is because she suddenly found that the freewheeling she had been proud of suddenly failed one day, and it didn't work, that is, her unique trick became a useless thing, because of the failure of the trick, she seemed to have become a useless person.

Thinking of this, Su Miao felt more and more unhappy, she was so strange to have such an idea, strange was not like herself, so she became even more unhappy.

The aftertaste of wiping her fingers saw that she didn't answer for a long time, and the invisible resistance sat in front of her, and he felt it clearly, raised his eyelids and looked at her changing face, and after a while, he said indifferently:

"Instead of thinking about the west, you should think more about the next game."

As if a fire had been lit on the dry grassland, Su Miao inexplicably burst into flames, and she became very irritable and jerked her hand back from him. With a twist of his head, he said irritably:

"Don't worry about it!"

Aftertaste knew she was angry, which was to be expected at the moment. Silent disappreciatively, after a while he said:

"How about trying a different style?"

"What?" Su Miao looked at him with a dark face, and her big eyes were full of irritability.

"Your freewheeling is obviously no longer enough to support you to continue on this stage, so to be on the safe side, it is better to change to a strict style and strict rules. That's the style that should be on the stage. You said before that you can't have only one style, otherwise it's too rigid. That's true, but isn't your freewheeling style just a style that can be summed up in just four words, how about changing it now? ”

Su Miao stared at him directly. Nor are they spoken.

It's not that she doesn't understand what he's saying now. It's that she suddenly feels very confused, and she is drawing chaos in her heart, and there are more and more such chaos, which makes her feel more and more unable to figure it out.

A change of style?

But she wasn't sure what her style was now, which was a bad sign.

Is freewheeling a style that can be summed up in just four words?

was said to be so boring, but it made her more and more unhappy who had always insisted on this feeling.

Preciseness? Propriety?

She has never known what rigor and rules are, and she has a special passion for food, a passion that ordinary people don't have. At the same time, she has a natural sensitivity to food, which comes from all the nerves in her body. She seems to have been born to cook good food, something that ordinary people do not have, and this kind of thing that seems to be called "talent" has made her free and free. From the very beginning of her cooking, she was able to make things that were completely opposite to what her master had taught her, but not inferior in taste, and her ability to imprint her own on the same kind of food she made was shocking and questionable.

When she first started as an apprentice, she was scolded for this, even after becoming famous, she was criticized by many peers, but this is her, she is like this, she can't change if she changes, this is not to say that she wants to be strict and think about the rules.

Su Miao remembered the excitement when she did what she wanted, the exhilarating chic pleasure that shook out of her bones made her still enthusiastic when she thought about it now, but she soon discovered the problem, an indescribable sense of disobedience, a kind of thing that seemed to be quietly changing, and it had changed before she even noticed it, and it seemed to be the same as before, but it was not the same as before, and this strange feeling made her feel confused, treacherous, and more and more boring.

She frowned.

Aftertaste glanced at her tangled face, smiled lightly, paused, and said:

"Let's just make Yangchun noodles in the next game, in terms of noodle food, you will also make Yangchun noodles well."

"I'd rather be hollow noodles!" Su Miaoqi snorted.

"I hate that, and you can't win by doing that."

"What I'm best at and the most popular is shrimp vanilla hollow noodles!" She used to focus on watercress, and when she worked in a Western restaurant, the pasta she made was the most popular, and Su Miao was extremely unconvinced that the people of Yue Liangguo didn't appreciate it at all, and no one appreciated the pasta she made.

"You still have to think about practical things, your hollow side with the ideas of these judges now, they will never appreciate it." Aftertaste said.

Su Miao snorted from her nose, indignant.

At this moment, a loud "goo" sounded in the stomach.

Su Miao looked down at her stomach, it must have been the two meatballs just now that hooked the worms in her stomach, she puffed out her cheeks, originally because she was inexplicably angry that she was going to skip dinner today.

Hui Wei smiled, took her hand and said, "Go down, if you don't eat, you will definitely make trouble at night." ”

"When did I make a fuss?" Su Miao asked with a dark face.

"Don't you have much time to make a fuss?" Aftertaste said, stood up, and pulled her up, "Let's go, I still have a little crispy meat stewed on the stove." ”

When Su Miao heard this, a louder "goo" sounded in her stomach.

Aftertaste lost laughter.

Su Miao was even more angry, and twisted her head: "I won't eat it!" ”

Aftertaste took her hand and looked at her for a while, and didn't speak, but stepped forward directly and hugged her horizontally.

Su Miao was startled, and let out an exclamation, subconsciously hugging his neck.

Aftertaste hugged her without saying a word, jumped forward, and jumped directly from the roof, although the house was not high, but it was also the height of a two-story building, and he jumped down directly without saying hello, which frightened Su Miao and exclaimed, and hugged his neck more tightly, until she landed steadily, she was annoyed, smashed his chest with a fist, and said angrily:

"Why did you jump down and scare me!"

Aftertaste just smiled, flipped her up, hugged her more steadily, didn't let go, and went straight to the small kitchen next to it.

The small crispy meat was stewed on the stove, crispy and tender, mellow and fresh, so delicious that Su Miao temporarily forgot the tangle she had just now that she didn't seem to have come up with an answer to.

Outside the window, the wind is blowing, and it is about to rain heavily......

The rain began in the middle of the night, pouring down.

In the dark night, you can't see your fingers, the cold wind is swishing, the rain is terrible, and in the deep alleys where there is no end in sight, there are shallow puddles of water on the side of the road, and moss is overgrown on the mottled stone bricks.

At the end of the alley, a lewd, thin and withered young man was standing under a wide roof, his hands in his sleeves, and his feet stamped and looked around sneakily.

Until a black umbrella broke through the rain curtain and slowly approached, he was overjoyed and subconsciously touched the black cloth bag hanging on his waist.

The man holding the black umbrella came to him silently, the umbrella was raised, it was a face full of stubble, and the outline of Qingjun could be vaguely seen under the unkempt beard, but now this person was extremely haggard, even in the dark rainy night, he could feel the haggardness, exhaustion and frightening anger exuded from this person.

"Something brought?" Zhou Cheng asked in a hoarse voice, coughed several times, and his eyes were full of bloodshots.

"Yes, yes, brought it." The short young man smiled hesitantly, said, untied the cloth bag on his waist and handed it to him, paused, and instructed with a solemn face, "Brother Zhou, brother, I got it for you at the risk of being known by our eldest brother, be careful when you use it, don't involve your brother, if the eldest brother knows, the elder brother will definitely die!" ”

"Don't worry, it won't be on you." Zhou Cheng said perfunctorily in a dumb voice, untied the cloth pocket, and saw the black powder in his palm clearly with the lightning above his head.

Then the short young man took a bag from his hand and opened it, and the golden light was unusually dazzling under the blue lightning, and the bag contained two ingots of gold.

The short young man was overjoyed, swallowed his saliva, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhou, if you want anything in the future, just come to my brother, as long as my brother can get it, my brother will definitely get it for you!" ”

Zhou Cheng didn't answer, re-tied the mouth of the cloth bag, turned around, and a lightning bolt cracked in the sky, and the electric light of the white flower flower illuminated half of his face, treacherous and terrifying. (To be continued.) )