Two days later, An Xiangqing brought a plate of dumplings to the table, and An Naile picked up the chopsticks and picked up a dumpling that was still steaming: "What filling?" ”

"Pork, I made the stuffing myself." An Xiangqing said a little nervously.

Annelle looked at the good-looking dumplings and carefully put them in his mouth: "Huh? Lao Qing. Annelle raised his head slightly: "It feels good." ”

"Yes......" An Xiangqing said as he sat in his seat.

"What do you use to forget...... What's that? Anel said with some hesitation.

"Didn't forget, just used a way to relieve the tension?"

"What's the solution?"

An Xiangqing smiled slightly: "Smoke ......" said with a smoking gesture.

"You...... What should I do when I play an official competition? Annelle frowned: "Smoke a cigarette?" ”

"I don't know, let's talk about it then." An Xiangqing subconsciously took a cigarette into his pocket.

"Hey, stop smoking." An Naile grabbed An Xiangqing's wrist with one hand and shook his head.

An Xiangqing smiled embarrassedly: "It seems to be back to three years ago." ”

"Alright, now I'll help you get back to the craft of three years ago." An Naile pushed An Xiangqing into the kitchen.

An Xiangqing looked at the pots and pans on the counter, and his hands began to tremble again, until he picked up the cigarette, put it to his mouth, and lit it, and suddenly returned to the same him three years ago.

I saw An Xiangqing open the stove with his hands and feet, and a string of red flames came out like a raging flood, only to see An Xiangqing put the pot on the stove without hurry, and the bottom of the pot that was already burning red below, like a veteran on the battlefield, suppressed the presumptuous flames.

An Xiangqing took down the cigarette in his mouth with his left hand, picked up a bucket of cooking oil without raising his head, spit out the smoke ring in his mouth, and then put the cigarette on his mouth again, dragged the bottom of the oil drum with his left hand, slowly tilted the oil drum with his right hand, and the golden cooking oil was slowly poured into the pot, making a "zizi" sound, An Xiangqing took out a kitchen knife, covered the green pepper that had been cut with his left hand, held the knife handle with his right hand, and pushed it gently, the green pepper was like a soldier, standing obediently on An Xiangqing's knife, pouring the green pepper into the pot, and the green pepper came out of the oil......

An Naile looked at An Xiangqing in front of her, and seemed to see the boy who was busy in front of her three years ago, and was putting the delicate dough into the oven with great interest: "Let me tell you, this time on her birthday, I will stuff the biscuits into her hand, she must be very moved!" ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Anelle put a roll of tin foil into the cabinet: "Who are you?" ”

"Have you bought your birthday present?"

"Bought it." Anelle rolled her eyes and closed the cabinet door: "You have asked it twenty-three times?" ”

"Cut, buy a gift, so insincere." An Xiangqing sat on the console and raised his middle finger at An Naile.

"You have to take care of it." An Naile rushed up and slapped An Xiangqing's palm.

"You dare to hit me?"

Saying that, the two of them made a fuss, from childhood to adulthood, it has been like this, the two of them quarreled for ten minutes before gradually separating, and suddenly An Xiangqing remembered something, and hurriedly turned on the oven: "My biscuits, it's mushy!" ”

Afterward...... An Naile was forced by An Xiangqing to eat the two dozen biscuits that had been baked black.

And what's even more excessive is that while An Naile was eating the baked biscuits, An Xiangqing quickly made another pot of fragrant biscuits.

An Naile looked at the biscuit in his hand, and then at the enticing golden biscuit in An Xiangqing's hand.

"An Xiangqing, I want to eat this plate!"

"Don't make a fuss, it's for the neighbors."

"You give me two bites."

"Don't make a fuss, it's a lie!"

"Give it to me!"

Later, An Naile was forced by An Xiangqing to eat the biscuits scattered all over the ground.

"Alright, come and try it." An Xiangqing's voice pulled An Naile back to reality.

An Naile looked at the "green pepper fried pork slices" in An Xiangqing's hand was exuding an attractive aroma, An Naile couldn't help it, and grabbed a piece of green pepper, the hot green pepper, so that An Naile couldn't speak.

"It's so greedy!" An Xiangqing scolded with a smile: "Can it not be hot just out of the pot?" ”

"It's been a long time since I've eaten you, and I miss it a little."

"Rest assured, there is an opportunity." An Xiangqing also picked up the chopsticks and took a bite: "It's okay, but it's not as good as three years ago." ”

"It's already good." Annelle ate quickly, it seemed that she had been hungry for a few days, and after five minutes, the food on the table had been eaten by Annelle's stormy meal, and suddenly Anelle raised her head, her mouth was full of food residues, and a few tears fell on the table with a few tears in her eyes: "You are finally back, An Yingning." ”

After hearing this name, An Xiangqing's smile gradually froze, and An Naile seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing: "No, Lao Qing, don't think too much." ”

An Xiangqing's hands began to tremble again, An Naile hurriedly wanted to help him, An Xiangqing waved his hand to signal no, his right hand trembled and picked up a cigarette, put it on his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath: "It's okay, it's okay, I haven't heard this name for so many years, I'm a little excited." An Xiangqing squeezed out a little smile from his face, but that smile looked so reluctant.

An Naile silently lowered his head, took a piece of small green pepper and put it in his mouth, An Xiangqing took a puff of cigarette and thought of yesterday.

"Doctor, I'm just trying to find a way right now. It was a simple way to suppress my nervousness. ”

The doctor looked at An Xiangqing's medical records in his hand: "You can use a method of conditioning. The doctor picked up the pen and said, "At that time, what did you do to relieve your anxiety after what happened?" ”

"Self-harm." An Xiangqing said slowly.

"It's normal, you think it's your fault, so you use self-harm to do it...... Punish yourself. The doctor kept writing, "Anything else?" ”

An Xiangqing thought about it seriously: "Is smoking counted?" ”

"That's fine, but is there anything else, after all, smoking is also harmful to your body."

An Xiangqing shook his head: "No ......"

"Well, the advice I can give you for the time being is to use smoking to ease your anxiety, but it's not a long-term solution, only a short-term solution." The doctor took off his mask: "You still have to cure this kind of thing from the heart, after all, this disease ......"

An Xiangqing smiled, picked up his clothes from behind the chair, draped them on his body, and walked out of the consultation room: "If I could cure it from my heart, I wouldn't be here." ”

"Hey, what's wrong with Miao Yuexin?"

An Naile's call interrupted An Xiangqing's memories.

An Xiangqing took out the cigarette butt: "President? ”

Anelle nodded, covering her mouth with her index finger and making a "shhhhh

An Xiangqing lay back on the back of the chair and listened quietly to the conversation between the two: "What? The Chef Contest is ahead of schedule? ”

"Yes, because our final exam is advanced, so the Chef God Contest is also a week earlier, that is, it will start next week, and this preliminary competition is also more special, no longer need to sit on the spot, you need to do it at home, take it to the school, hand it over to the class, and then eliminate, and finally enter the retest."

"Oh......" Annell replied, "I see." ”

"So let An Xiangqing train quickly, and come up with the best dish, and hurry up to participate in the competition."

"Don't worry, I'll leave it to me, it'll be fine...... Well, well, hang up first. Saying that, An Naile put down the phone: "Lao Qing, good news, you don't have to cook on the spot, it's easy to pass the initial test with your ability." ”

"Don't talk so much, not necessarily."

"I believe you, come on." An Naile patted An Xiangqing on the shoulder.