The ingredients are mainly light, the color is soft, and the taste is excellent.

Zhong San's cooking skills are rare for three years, and he can't help but thank the experience of working in a restaurant in his early years.

Although she is a girl, she is young and has a low income as a chef, but she has more dishes and dishes than herself, and she has to be serious and has a much higher income.

I have learned a few crafts seriously, but I can face home-cooked food, but I just look at the calm face of the other party, and I only feel that I am not good enough, but I am powerless, after all, I fell into the dust, and I dare not forget the eyes of the other party.

"Three years have been excellent, but I'm clumsy and can't help." The cold autumn cold voice was slightly mixed with a little warmth.

Zhong Sannian bowed his head and said, "Where are you talking about, I originally wanted to cook a meal for you." I'm really embarrassed to have done so much rough work for me just now. ”

"I said you two are polite to come and go, and you can't eat?"

Crying bitterly in the sink, the golden wine kite, which was dull from the past thoughts, smelled the aroma of the food, naturally sat aside with the bowl, and took the lead in using chopsticks to take a few bites.

"It's pretty good, I didn't see that you little woman still has such a skill, you will cook every day in the future."

The eyes of the two slowly shifted, and even the fox nesting on the sofa silently covered his face with his front paws.

Zhong Sannian smiled indifferently, stretched under the table, and squeezed it fiercely at the other party's stomach.

"Whew!" The golden lite's eyes widened, and she turned her head angrily, counting on the other party's kind smile, and instantly swallowed the words in her throat.

Zhong Sannian said with a smile: "Let's eat." ”

She almost used the greatest reserve in her life, bowing her head to hold the bowl of noodles.

Leng Qiuhan dined quietly, and from time to time there were a few eyes that came through, but they were quickly withdrawn.

There is only a golden grape kite, jumping and not knowing how to look at the occasion, the chopsticks are stretched out, and they are looking back and forth at the two people.

"When did you two get this kind of demeanor? Didn't you, a little woman, still eat yesterday with a bowl leaning against the cupboard? ”

Zhong Sansan's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly, and his fingertips gently and gently crossed the wood grain.

The golden grape kite held the bowl and pulled the rice, and said proudly: "Who else is that, Leng Qiuhan, don't think that you can hide if you are not familiar with me, I have seen you tear other people's throats deeply before, if I am afraid that I will be torn by you, I will not be so afraid of you." ”

Leng Qiuhan stopped, and the chopsticks in his hand were gently placed on the side of the bowl.

The fox sighed silently and shook his head helplessly: Is this something to be proud of? That is, for the sake of me not being able to speak, but if I can speak, I am already slapping you on the head and scolding you.

The atmosphere was slowly cold, and the cold eyes came kindly, gently looking at the jumping and lively figure.

The golden cite didn't know at all, "And the white hair of the boss who lives with us, I secretly watched him steal other people's snacks, such a big bag of potato chips, I took the boss's strength to grab one." ”

He muttered, and couldn't help but see two sets of figures standing in front of him, and a shadow wandering not far away, slowly exuding a bright purpose.

"Hey! What are you doing! When you open the door, don't leave me out, for I haven't finished my meal yet. At least give me the bowl, you guys don't have a conscience at all! ”

Leng Qiuhan and Zhong Nian sat opposite each other, quietly tasting the meal.

Fox: He got a rare bag of snacks on the couch.

The sound of scratching the door panel outside the door could not be transmitted at all, and only traces of the quiet years were left in the house.

"You're leaving?"

"It's not early, so it's not good for me to stay." Leng Qiuhan stood at the door, picked up the golden grape kite piled in front of the door, and gently threw a handful to the steps upstairs, "Sometimes he should be calm and calm, and he can't be pampered." ”

Zhong Sannian bowed his head, "That's what I said, I'm too used to him." ”

"I'll go first, take care of myself."

"Okay, I remember." Zhong San lowered his voice and replied softly, looking at the other party's back, "Wait." ”

"What?" Leng Qiuhan immediately stopped, turned sideways and looked back.

Zhong Sannian bowed his head and said, "Don't forget, next time I will invite you seriously." ”

"Okay, I remember."

The innocent and cold figure slowly disappeared from sight as the steps rotated.

Zhong Sannian was too timid, cowardly and didn't dare to go any further, didn't dare to continue down, and looked at the other party's figure to leave.

I could only stay at the door, stunned, and ran to the floor-to-ceiling window like crazy, staring closely at the position at the staircase.

In less than three or two seconds, a snow-white voice stepped into it, and the soothing robe showed the charm of the ancient style.

Zhong Sannian looked at that figure with affection, gradually drifted away, and disappeared from view.

I saw that it gently crossed the glass, leaving traces one after another, and the eyes disappeared along with the trace of figure, and lost the brilliance that I had expected.

The boss's fox head quietly leaned aside, erected its soft ears, and gently hit the glass.

Zhong Sannian stretched out his hand and rubbed the other party's hair, "I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood, I'm implicated in you, are you worried about me?" ”

The fox nodded earnestly, and the fur around his body flickered quickly with the movement of the nod, leaving a perfect arc in the air.

Zhong Sannian said with a smile: "Thank you so much, I'm fine, don't worry about me." ”

She patted her softly twice, turned to her room, slowly closed the door, and in an instant got into her bed, and fell into the path of deep thought about life.

Leng Qiuhan is very good, you can say okay, a little too much.

It's just people who meet in Pingshui, why should they be so kind?

If you leave yourself alone, there is nothing wrong with the other party, but it is just a person who is unlucky and too unlucky, who will really care?

Zhong Sansan didn't dare to get too close to the other party.

I'm afraid that he will disappear without a trace in a moment of silence.

Just like your own dream, it is just a little bit of a sound, you can wake up, and you can never return to the dream, and experience the warmth that cannot be hoped for.

It was as if the moon was shining warmly, not dazzlingly, and the cold and deserted monster was guiding the path ahead in the distance, accompanying itself forward, but it could not be touched, and it could not reach out to hook the moon's wrist.

She was afraid.

I couldn't suppress the desire in my heart at all, but I was afraid that I would lose my emotions if I got close to someone else, so I twisted each other and couldn't help but pat my forehead.

"Zhong three years, Zhong three years, what kind of mess are you thinking? Is that a character you can touch? Don't think about it, it's only right to give up quickly. ”

When you refuse, you will know what it means to be timid, and the number of people who avoid it will increase, and you will also know what it means not to move forward.

Zhong has been rejected by people for three years, and he has never met a sincere and considerate character, so he naturally understands what it means to hide away and save what harm is.

Leng Qiuhan is too good, too tall, it is not a character who has fallen into the dust like himself, he can be contaminated with half a point, but he just pulls the other party's wrist, and he feels that the dust on his hands touches the cleanliness of the other party.

A moment of pollution, sinking yourself into the quagmire, never seeing a mark.

Zhong Sansan's eyes unconsciously flushed a trace of red, and then quickly rubbed it.

"Don't think about it anymore, just disappear completely today, treat it as a friend, no, just treat it as a life-saving benefactor, don't think nonsense, correct your attitude."

Zhong kept repeating a sentence for three years, which was deeply engraved in his heart and left a heavy imprint.

Slowly closed his eyes.

Thoughts of nothingness linger in the mind.

She had to think about other problems, the problems she encountered in class, and the knowledge points that she had transcribed from her notes.

I recalled, and the memories slowly began to diverge, as time passed.

The light cast by the window gradually dimmed.

The memories were scattered, and as they fell into a deep sleep for a while, in a hazy way, a green light flashed slowly in front of them, and they slid silkily in front of them.

With the swampy mud under his feet, he ran forward quickly, as if he had never made a mistake in the past.

It's just that this time the dream is excessive, and the reality is also in the mind, looking at the surrounding environment, but knowing who he really is.

Zhong Sansan: Why throw it? Where exactly? What kind of place am I going?

She couldn't touch her crude oil, she didn't know why it was for Dangyang, she just ran forward quickly, as if she was chasing a shadow and just watched from afar.

A vague figure could be knocked between the blurs, but it couldn't continue to move forward, even if it was a fast run, the calves were no longer able to support their own strength, but they kept watching the figure that was not far away and stayed in front.

Fell to the ground with a thud, hit his head hard, his fingers sank into the dirt, and the ground began to move, and with the murmuring of the water, the palm of the hand was completely sunk.

Zhong Sannian climbed forward quickly, and every time he moved, he was always stuck in the dirt, the whole field was like a swamp, the surrounding trees were so upright, and the soil under his feet became softer and softer.

It's not good, it's going to gobble up in the swamp.

To achieve this instinct for survival, climb forward quickly, and quickly withdraw your arms in the dirt.

It's just that every time I slide forward, I fall deeper into the quagmire, and my strength is getting smaller and smaller, and every time I cherish it more, a step forward is the ingestion of my own life.

Can I go back?

If you don't go, you can't make it? There is still a way back.