The elevator to the first floor slowly opened, Xu Zhengchen swallowed his saliva, and strode away facing the main entrance of the building. He rode into his car as fast as he could, trying to take advantage of the free time before the restaurant closed to go elsewhere.

Ask his sister about the piano competition - it's his improvised plan, and if you're lucky, you'll probably get the latest news from her.

But it is related to not reporting to Zhang Yufeng in advance, the mobile phone is turned off due to insufficient power, and once there is an accident, the situation will become quite tricky.

So the question came to how to talk to Zhang Yufeng.

Xu Zhengchen turned back to the store, and while thinking so, he opened the glass door that he was accustomed to.

In the small restaurant that is closed, in the lobby, one or two LED fluorescent lamps that are on seem to be huddling together to keep warm. Under the soft halo circle, the vocals are reduced to a minimum as if they were wearing noise-cancelling headphones.

"Uncle?"

Zhang Yufeng's beckoning movement was one step ahead of his voice.

"Yo, it's just right to come back, come here, come here."

The expression is like that of an innocent child who has eaten candy, and the smiling face at the corners of his mouth will no longer be restrained once it is publicized, as if he can see the sunshine on his body.

"Did you win the lottery ticket you bought?" Before the doubts in his heart could write down the answer, Xu Zhengchen was invited to the kitchen by Zhang Yufeng.

As if there was a secret hidden under the black-framed glasses, Zhang Yufeng's face was solemn:

"Hehe, you'll know when you come here."

"You're not going to think of some old jokes again, are you?"

Zhang Yufeng shook his head and denied: "When you went out, I went into the kitchen by myself and pondered for a while. ”

"I'll show you my craft right away." Zhang Yufeng's words are mysterious, as if he is fully prepared for the magic trick that is about to be performed.

On the quartz countertop in the kitchen, there is a small plate of meatballs of four colors, and Zhang Yufeng leans over to the table at the same time, uncovers the plate, sprinkles chopped green onions, and finally pours a spoonful of delicious gravy.

Suddenly, the flavor of the dish is fragrant and mouth-watering.

"Dangdangdang ~ freshly baked 'flavorful' is coming."

Zhang Yufeng was not stingy, and showed off the new dishes to Xu Zhengchen.

"Smelly ......?"

Presumably this is the name of the dish that the uncle has in mind...... But this appearance, which is not much different from Sixi Pill, is really dramatic, Xu Zhengchen's thoughts continued to think with his slightly rolling eyes.

"Why are you still stunned, let's take one and taste it."

The appearance that is not reminiscent of the concept of "outdated" seems to make Xu Zhengchen give the new dishes a place in his heart. He picked up the chopsticks, grabbed the meatballs, and chewed them slowly.

"After eating, tell me what you think, the taste is light and salty, you can tell me."

"The taste is sweet, but there is no excessive ......sourness" Xu Zhengchen's management of facial expressions has not changed much, so Zhang Yufeng can't see any ups and downs.

"Oh, you just had sweet and sour loin meatballs." Zhang Yufeng replied to explain, "The accessories and seasonings have been fine-tuned. ”

"Then try this sauerkraut shredded meatball."

"Meatballs stuffed with bitter gourd."

"And-"

Seeing that Xu Zhengchen's reaction was not up to expectations, Zhang Yufeng tried to give him a taste of the rest of the pills at one time. Xu Zhengchen immediately waved his hand to stop: "Uncle! Stop, I'll ......"

“…… Am I messed up again? Zhang Yufeng was so frustrated that he couldn't make it hard, and lowered his hand with chopsticks, "But it's understandable, uncle, I'm pretty stupid, and my mind and hands and feet are not easy to use." ”

"The uncle I know is not so timid."

Although Zhang Yufeng has spent a lot of savings for more than half a year, as well as countless time and energy, the business of the store is becoming more and more decadent day by day. He couldn't wait for a chance to prove himself.

Therefore, Xu Zhengchen will never tolerate someone hurting his self-esteem, let alone allow him to cringe and continue to do so.

"Messed up? It's not like that at all, uncle, the meatballs you made are delicious, but they still have a little bit of exclusive taste. ”

"What's the exclusive flavor?"

"Of course, uncle, your life experience." Xu Zhengchen ran out of the kitchen and put the white photo frame he brought from the counter in the hall next to the plate, "Tell your original mood and feelings, and try to convey your original feelings and feelings to the people who will taste it in the future through this dish." ”

Looking at the beach scenery in the frame, the precious memory that commemorated Zhang Yufeng and his beloved wife instantly regained his vitality.

"I can't imagine that at my age, I can still hear young people tell me big truths, and I am embarrassed and embarrassed haha."

Then he said, "You're right, I'm going to try it." ”

The uneasiness of opening the mouth disappeared with Zhang Yufeng's smile, and the worries melted into the cologne with the heavy smoke voice, which finally eased the fatigue that Xu Zhengchen had been hoarding all day.

"Then uncle, you are busy first, I have something to go out!"

"Huh! Run slowly and be careful not to fall. ”

*

In the living room of a simple small house, the floor is covered with beige glazed tiles, the walls are painted in clean white, and the black lacquered lenses of the TV wall are outlined, which is warm and stylish.

"The last time we saw each other was a few months ago, Xiao Chen, right?" The woman asked Xu Zhengchen, who was blinded by the environment and had no time to take care of her.

The whirring of hot air from a hair dryer, the smell of shampoo permeating the nasal passages, the drizzle-soaked hair and coat, and the temperature difference between the palms of your hands and your room are all real.

Soon, he emptied his visual dimension and looked at Huang Wan who was sitting on the low sofa.

"Sister, you still call me Zhengchen, this name sounds weird, it's awkward."

"Uh-huh, you don't like it?" Huang Wan gives people a very peaceful attitude, and her temperament when she speaks has a hint of everyone's demeanor.

"There is a ...... lost"

Xu Zhengchen compared the tips of his two fingers for a distance.

"Yes, I think the name is pretty cute." Huang Wan turned off the hair dryer and made a serious face.

I heard her mother say that Huang Wan is completely ruthless to guests who meet without an appointment. Her second hate was people who disturbed her routine.

Because Xu Zhengchen, who offended the two, felt that he had upset her again, and began to apologize frantically: "I'm sorry ......"

Huang Wan couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud: "I'm kidding you." ”

“……”

"Here you go, wipe your mouth first." Huang Wan put a packet of freshly opened toilet paper into Xu Zhengchen's palm, indicating that he wiped the remaining meat foam from the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you."

"Come to me so late, say, what's going on?"

"It's the piano."