When I received the call from Hatokawa, Yuichi Fujisawa and I were cooking takoyaki in the open air on the garden terrace on the top floor.

The reason is that earlier, Su Xiao posted a selfie in the social circle and circled me. We had little contact for more than a year, and she was sent to a fully enclosed boarding school by the dean, which was said to be militarized and strictly managed, and there was no chance of getting her skin.

As I was thinking about her holding up a picture of takoyaki eating without an image, Yuichi Fujisawa came right behind me.

He bent down, leaned closer, looked for a moment, and asked, "Do you want to eat?" ”

"Huh?" It took me a long time to react, "Will you?" ”

"No, it won't." He picked up his phone, "You can learn." ”

He likes to be quiet, and I don't like to have outsiders with me, and the hired servants and cooks don't live here, but like Dongshan, they are always on call.

He called, and in a short time, the servants brought in the materials and tools for the production, and placed them on the newly built cooking table on the terrace. By the time we went up, the servants had long since left, and they were so meticulous that even the table had been cleaned up.

There was a white camellia in a vase in the corner of the dining table, and I picked it up and played with it, then turned around and handed the recipe pressed under the vase to Yuichi Fujisawa.

Yuichi Fujisawa studied the recipe for a while and began to get started. I stood beside him and watched as he tied up his apron and mixed several different powders together and meticulously sifted through a round.

He shook the bowl in his hand, which contained the sifted powder. Seeing that I kept looking at him, he raised his eyebrows: "Help me help?" ”

I was going to watch him do it for a while and then go to the drawing, but when I heard this, I asked, "What can I do?" ”

"Hand me the water bottle, be careful, it's a bit heavy."

I held the slender, sleek carafe and handed it to him.

"Next, I'm going to make a fan. Have you washed your hands? Seeing me nodding, he pulled a silver egg into my hand, "I'll pour the water, you stir." ”

"Huh?" I suddenly felt that the thing in my hand was like a hot potato, and I threw it into an empty dish at a loss, and met his smiling eyes, and I coughed lightly, "You said you were going to make something for me to eat, fooling me?" ”

He didn't speak, only showed a well-groomed expression.

I whispered, "I...... I can't get it. ”

He put down the water bottle and put the egg pump back in my hand, he lowered his head, and the voice that fell in his ear was softer than the breeze: "I'll teach you, okay?" ”

My heart felt like it was twisted into a ball of hair, and it was gently soothed.

This person always has a way to make me compromise.

Yuichi Fujisawa walked around behind me and tied my apron for me. I took the egg whip, his right hand covered the hand that covered mine, and his left hand poured some water into the bowl.

"Like this." He got up with my hands, "Slow down, it's okay." ”

In this posture, his breath fell affectionately on his right ear, and it was crispy and numb. I sneered in my heart, but I pretended to be calm on my face, and I said, "I'll try it myself." ”

He let go of his hand, stepped aside, and slowly added water to the bowl in line with my movements.

"Susu, the strength can be a little heavier."

The tingling reached my left ear, and I responded with a little bit of urgency, and without paying attention, I splashed a drop of yellow powder on the back of his hand.

Beauty misleads people, beauty misleads people......

I don't look over, I don't look at it.

He raised his left hand and laughed out loud: "What are you thinking about?" ”

I didn't answer him, but I forced myself to calm down, stirring the paste with one hand, and picking up the water bottle with the other to refill it, but he suddenly reached out and wiped it on my cheek. I was so startled that I almost threw the water bottle out, but he quickly took the water bottle and held me with one hand.

Their eyes met, and he looked a little crying and laughing. Without waiting for him to speak, I approached him in annoyance, pulled his shirt, and wiped the powder on his face with his expensive shirt.

"How old are you, sir?"

"It's a year old." He answered, took the egg whip from my hand, "I'll come, you can sit and rest, or find a book to read." ”

I got my wish and retired.

"No drawing." His voice caught up unhurriedly.

was seen through.

"Yes, yes, yes." I answered, went downstairs to get my phone, and just happened to see the book he had left unfinished on the low cabinet, and took it to the terrace.

I sat down at the table and waved the book in my hand at him: "I read." ”

I didn't pay much attention to the book, and I looked at Yuichi Fujisawa under the cover of the book. He lowered his head, and the hair that he usually combed with hairspray fell naturally, there was no light projection, no sunlight wrapped in his body, but it was so warm that I was in a trance. So much so that for a long time after separation, I often recalled this seemingly sparse and ordinary scene, which offset the moments of shock that I had before, offset the hypocrisy of the later, and lingered in my heart for a long time.

When Yuichi Fujisawa had mixed the paste and cooked the teriyaki sauce, my phone vibrate.

"Where are you?" Qin Chuan's voice sounded no different from usual, but he rarely skipped those teasing and went straight to the point, "When are you free this week?" ”

"I don't have a class tomorrow afternoon."

"Meet?"

It dawned on me what that meant.

"Okay. Where to see it? ”

"Kamogawa. It's been a long time. He said.

I agreed, agreed on a time, and we each closed the line. I was silent for a while, and then walked up to Yuichi Fujisawa, who was fiddling with a machine for making takoyaki.

"Can you do it?"

"Warm up for a while." He said. After a while, it seemed that it was preheated, and he brushed the baking table with an oil brush, and asked me to hand him the ingredients.

I should put the powder paste first...... I thought, handing him the bowl of powder.

"Give me another spoon." I did. He took the spoon and put the batter into the ball mold one by one, and I took the bowl where the ingredients were placed, and after he poured the paste, I put the cabbage and octopus meat into it one by one. He seems to be slow, but he is actually quite fast, and after finishing it, he shared the task of putting octopus meat from me.

After putting all the ingredients, he pressed the button on the side of the machine, and the machine first made two start-up sounds, and then, slowly turning, the ingredients in the mold automatically turned over.

It turned out to be automatic.

"I'm a little curious, have you ever eaten takoyaki?" I asked him.

He thought back for a moment: "It seems like I ate it once." ”

I waited for his next words.

He looked down at the self-tumbling machine, and said lightly, "My brother took me to the shopping street once, and I ate it at that time. ”

The side brother who calculated that he had injured his leg and foot?

I was silent and changed the subject: "I have a friend I met here who is going back to China, and we have made an appointment to meet tomorrow." ”

"Have you figured out what gift to give to that friend?"

"He hadn't finished his studies yet, and he returned to China early because of an accident at home. I wondered if it was ......" I didn't continue.

"Is there a problem with money?" He took my words and hit the nail on the head.

I nodded.

"However, he won't accept your help, so you're distressed." I looked surprised, and Yuichi Fujisawa pinched my nose, "Is it so hard to guess?" Your face is crumpled. ”

I touched my nose, and he picked up a finished takoyaki and put it on a plate, and asked me, "Do you want to add the condiments?" ”

I nodded, and he poured teriyaki sauce on the takoyaki, sprinkled crushed seaweed and cuttlefish crumbs, and handed me a pair of chopsticks before bringing the plate to me.

"It's going to be a little hot." He reminded me.

I tentatively took a careful bite.

Hot, but delicious.

I blew on the bite and carefully ate the rest of the balls.

"It's delicious." I boasted.

Yuichi Fujisawa smiled, reached out and wiped it lightly on my lips, and caught a glimpse of the sauce stained on his fingertips, and some romance movie sequences flashed through my mind, should he be ......

Stopping him from moving faster than I realized, I leaned forward and grabbed his hand, took it in my mouth, and subconsciously sucked the sauce from his fingertips with the tip of my tongue.

Yuichi Fujisawa let out a restrained gasp.

I realized that there was something wrong with my actions, and I was about to let go of his hand when I met his dark and deep eyes.

With a little force, he took me into his arms, and he put his palm on the back of my neck, and his lips came up.

Lips and teeth lingered, we parted slightly, I pressed my forehead against him to adjust his breath, he seemed to be satisfied, dumb throat, grinding in my ear.

"It's delicious."