I was stunned for a moment, hurriedly waved my hand, and explained in a panic, "I'm sorry, I know I'm rude, but Uncle Creti said that you are at most a year older than Evangeli, I said it couldn't be, he didn't believe it." ”

"Who is Ewenli?"

"Uncle Creti's daughter." I replied with some annoyance, "Ewenli is only twelve years old. ”

She looked a little stunned, then smiled away, a few strands of hair hanging down her cheeks from her different movements, reflecting her skin as white as cream.

And her thin lips, the curved amplitude is very beautiful, I don't know if it is because of the meal, or it is soaked in red wine juice, which is redder than before, under the yellowish light, she is as soft as an oil painting at this moment......

I was still a little dazed, and suddenly I noticed that she was about to turn back, and quickly lowered my eyes.

"Who is Uncle Creti?"

I found that she enjoyed asking questions, but apparently she wasn't angry at my rude questions, which put me at ease a lot.

I smiled and raised my eyes, "Uncle Kriti is the one who scared you last week, it's a bit ...... Chubby, laughing like this. ”

I smiled as hard as I could, my eyebrows raised, hoping to squeeze out the wrinkles.

Then she laughed again, "Will it turn into a pig?" ”

I didn't expect her to joke with me, and she didn't seem to be as cold as I thought she was.

"Yes, it's him, I apologize to you on his behalf."

She grabbed the corner of her lips and shook her head slightly, "I did waste food, no need to apologize." ”

"That'...... You're really ...... with Evan Lee."

"Nope." She shook her head again, "As much as I wish I had been like Evan Li, or only a year older than her, ...... I went to the university not far ahead. ”

？？！！！

My mouth opened in an O-shape, and I paused for two seconds in disbelief to say the name of the school.

Just as she nodded at me, I was overwhelmed by excitement and didn't have time to think about it, so I told her that I was in the same school as her.

Her expression didn't look surprised, and she reverted to her previous lukewarm expression, then picked up the spoon and tapped the patch again, "I guessed right." ”

I could feel that she didn't want to continue talking, and although there was a little bit of loss in my heart, my excitement and pleasure were too strong for that little bit to seem insignificant.

"Don't disturb your meal." I laughed and said, turned around and walked briskly towards the kitchen, I was going to tell Uncle Creti that he was wrong!

Uncle Creti was so surprised when he found out that she was actually in the same school as me, and his eyes were about to fall out.

I laughed out loud, and was about to share with him every conversation I had just had with her, when he suddenly said, "That's great, you can ask her to go to Professor Benshamin's class with me." ”

I was about to nod my head when something flashed through my mind, and the smile on my lips froze instantly.

"What's wrong?"

I wrinkled my eyebrows, my mouth opened, but I couldn't speak.

"Dean?" Uncle Kriti put down the cup in his hand and walked up to me, "Your face is suddenly ugly, is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

"I ...... I ......, "I actually told her that I was in a school with her...... And what about her...... Will she know about me, and my father......

I panicked, and Uncle Creti grabbed my shoulder and looked at me worriedly, "Dean?!" ”

"Uncle Kriti, I'm suddenly scared."

He was stunned for a moment, then showed a blank expression, and the other one also put his hand on my shoulder, "Dean, that's not your fault, it has nothing to do with you." ”

I furrowed my eyebrows, looked at Uncle Creti in front of me, and squeezed out a smile in a half-loud voice, "Thank you, Uncle Creti." ”

In the second month of my work, Uncle Creti found out about it, because it happened that my roommate had come to dine, and I had sent it there.

They didn't miss the opportunity to tease me, I didn't want to pay attention to them, but they grabbed me and kept me louder, and then Uncle Creti came and asked what was going on.

Uncle Creti helped me out and called me to the kitchen, and I thought I might have to change jobs, after all, he had a twelve-year-old daughter, and he would worry about his daughter.

What I didn't expect was that he actually reassured me and told me not to pay too much attention to those muddy balls, they were just muddy balls.

I couldn't believe it and asked him if he wasn't worried?

He asked me what I was worried about.

I told him that what my roommates said was true, and told him about my situation.

I thought he would be scared, but I didn't think he said that Evangeli rarely came to the restaurant, and of course he would take a good look at her, and if I really dared to do anything to Evenley, he would let me know what the goose hanging in the oven was thinking.

I cried that day because I never thought that someone could accept me so easily, after knowing what my father had done.

Since that day, Uncle Creti has asked me to help out in the kitchen, and only occasionally help deliver food when I'm busy.

He taught me how to cook a lot of dishes, including foie gras with red wine, and later he told me that honest men who like to cook are reliable, like him, and I couldn't help laughing.

I am grateful to him, before and now, but gratitude does not soothe my fears, I am still afraid.

I didn't dare to leave the kitchen until she had eaten, and thankfully I didn't tell her what department I was in or what my name was because of a brain fever.

After that, I became a little strange, and I looked forward to her appearance, but I was afraid of her appearance, and even had nightmares.

I dreamed that the glass door of the dining room was pushed open, and she walked in, and then when she saw me, her lukewarm expression instantly changed to disdain and guard, and even the eyes that were covered with thin ice were the same as hers.

I woke up from my dream, sweat soaking the fabric on the back of my pajamas......

Another weekend came, and I was anxious all day, and Uncle Creti saw my anxiety, patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's the holiday." ”

I was stunned for a moment, reacted, and instantly the whole person relaxed, "Thank you." ”

"Actually, it's nothing even if it's not a holiday, you're not in the same department, and I think she cares more about food."

On this day, I went to deliver the meal, but I didn't dare to talk to her, and she didn't mean to talk to me, Uncle Creti was right, she cared more about food.

But that's fine, don't care at all, then you won't know more......

She still came every week, between eight and nine, and while waiting for her to appear, the image of her sitting quietly eating in the corner always overlapped with the image of her mother standing in the doorway.

At the end of the holiday, that vanishing worry came back, and then on the first weekend, I started to make mistakes again.

Uncle Creti didn't blame me and let me go to the rest room, I was very embarrassed, but I didn't want to trouble him, so I chose to go to the rest room.

I snuggled up on the small single couch, curled my knees, let out a long sigh, pulled out my phone, and stared at the time.

From eight o'clock onwards, time seemed to stand still, passing very slowly, and something was restless and churning in my body, which made me not at peace.

At half-past eight, Uncle Creti suddenly opened the door to the lounge and poked his head in.

I sat up suddenly, and I saw that he tilted his head helplessly, "The second one." ”

"......" I paused, and quickly stood up.

When he got to the door, Uncle Creti suddenly said, "I think I have to learn how to make foie gras again." ”

I knew he was trying to let me relax, and even though I couldn't, I managed to squeeze out a smile, "I'm fine." ”

It's been a school year, and today's restaurant looks lively and noisy, but I still see her sitting in the corner at a glance.

I took a deep breath and walked over with the tray, and as always, the expression on her face remained lukewarm, not disdainful, no defensive, and no fear.

I put the plate in front of her, turned around and took a few steps when she suddenly stopped me.

"Please wait a minute."

“？” I turned my head and said, "What's wrong?" ”

She put down her knife and fork and asked with a serious expression, "You did this?" ”

I was stunned and nodded, but she suddenly wrinkled her eyebrows and pushed the plate away, "I want another one." ”

My heart skipped a beat, and I hurriedly walked over, "Doesn't it taste right?" ”

She looked at me and said in a serious voice, "I hope you don't turn me into a pig." ”

The nervousness made me ignore the wind chimes of the glass door being pushed open, and just as I was about to apologize to her, a few small noises exploded into my eardrums, and the familiar sound tingled my nerves.

I subconsciously turned my head, and I saw Mick in a black leather jacket turn his head, and our eyes were exactly aligned.

Before I could withdraw my gaze, his biker-gloved hand lifted up and looked at me with a surprised expression, "Oooh...... Look who that is! ”

"Isn't that our sweet roommate?" Furrant popped up from behind him, then tilted his head, "Dean, why don't you go back to the dorm, we miss you so much." ”

My heart suddenly fluttered, and my hands were shaking.