"Good brother, will you eat?"

Shen Qingbai turned his head sideways and spoke to Lin Zijia.

got an expected answer, Lin Zijia calmly faced: "Don't eat."

The waiter brought up the laba porridge, a cup half full, Shen Qingbai first pushed it to Lin Zijia, and said with a smile: "Try it, when you go to my house tomorrow to sit down, you can taste a different taste."

The delicacies on this table, how can anyone want to drink porridge specifically.

All the people around looked at each other, wondering if the dish on the table today was not right, and this Buddha was provoked, or was Shen Qingbai just joking?

After all, Shen Qingbai has a good relationship with Lin Zijia, and this possibility is indeed not ruled out.

"Taste, everybody." Shen Qingbai continued with a smile.

Lin Zijia half-pushed, took the spoon, and after tasting it, he didn't feel anything was right.

He wanted to eat Laba porridge, he never thought about it that way, but what he wanted to eat was not Laba porridge here.

Maybe he never thought that one day, he would be jealous of Tang Anxian and be able to drink the food specially prepared by Su Baixi.

In the past three years, whatever he wanted to eat, he would put it on the table the next day, an action, a complaint, a request, anything, as long as he put it forward, Su Baixi would meet him one by one like a Santa Claus.

Meet all of him.

This kind of laba porridge, he had eaten it before, it was boiled by Su Baixi in the kitchen, and these insignificant little things turned out to be a kind of irreplaceable little beauty today.

What's even more cruel is the fact that he has had these little beauties in every moment.

He has had, but he has not learned to cherish it, he is always pursuing something useless, he is always not satisfied with the status quo, and when things get to an extremely bad state, he suddenly realizes that he used to be ......

Happier than anyone else.

"It tastes pretty good," Shen Qingbai asked everyone to get one to eat, and praised after tasting it, "It's fragrant."

The more you eat, the more wrong it becomes.

Only Lin Zijia felt that the taste was the same as chewing wax.

The people around saw that the atmosphere was quite good, and they all echoed Shen Qingbai's words, and they all boasted: "The things handed down by the ancestors are really good, and the festival also has the joy of the festival."

"It's true that the things in the store are okay, but I still think the taste of my wife's cooking is unique, and I bet her craftsmanship is the only one in the world."

"Oh? Then you have to have time for my sister-in-law to explain this recipe and I'll let the one in my family learn from it."

Bang.

Lin Zijia threw the spoon on the table, interrupting the laughter around him.

Everyone looked at each other, and once again looked at Shen Qingbai.

Lin Zijia stood up, said "full", and left the table.

The portion in Tang Anxian's hand is genuine, no matter how delicious Laba porridge is placed in front of him, it is all a fake, who does he miss with a bowl of fakes?

What's the point.

The box was quiet for dozens of seconds, until Lin Zijia's figure left and could no longer be seen.

"This ......"

Someone cautiously inquired about Shen Qingbai and said, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay, everyone eats and drinks well," Shen Qingbai was used to this kind of scene, and responded with a smile, "He just didn't eat the food cooked at home, holding his breath, everyone take care of it, take care of it."

That being said, who dares to "treat" the Lin family?

I was thankful to know that Lin Zijia wasn't upset with one of them.

Shen Qingbai continued to be happy, sitting in his seat alone, holding a new bowl of laba porridge, digging several spoonfuls in a row and putting them in his mouth, smacking the taste and saying, "It's delicious, it's no worse than my aunt's cooking, and I will give the chef more bonuses this year."

Everyone also returned to the atmosphere of smiling and smiling just now.

Only Shen Qingbai, holding a bowl of porridge, staring outside, was the direction in which Lin Zijia went out just now.

Lin Zijia got into the car, and the location he chose was excellent, and from this angle, he could see Su Baixi and Tang Anxian coming down from the upper floor together, and Su Baixi sent Tang Anxian to the street entrance.

What else did the two say before parting.

Su Baixi looked very happy.

Her indifferent personality and a little smile on her face can be regarded as happy.

Lin Zijia really wanted to lift the thermos cup that Tang Anxian was guarding in his hand, Tang Anxian's cherishing and loving was so careful, even if it was just a bowl of porridge, he could be so careful.

But what was he doing back then?

He can enjoy any benefits given by Su Baixi, and the meals she cooks are all kind, but he has tasted them, but he still has to say to her, "You also cook well."

There are many things that people cherish only when they are lost.

It's true.

If he didn't lose it, he would never know how happy his former self was, like holding the whole world.

Tang Anxian hitchhiked away.

Lin Zijia drove the car in front of Su Baixi, Su Baixi couldn't see who the person inside was, she only felt a little strange, because she took a few steps back, the vehicle approached a few points, she stopped to the side, and the car also came along.

The conflict with the Yu family before appeared in his mind.

Su Baixi's first thought was his own safety.

But the moment the windshield rolled down, she successfully saw Lin Zijia's side face, he raised his eyes, his eyes were deep, from his body, it seemed that he had lost his usual hanging, and the rest was like a marrow wash, and there was no longer the slightest childishness.

No one ever said he was naïve to his face.

Who would have thought that Lin Zijia, who was resolute in the mall, would be so naïve at home and so ...... in front of her It doesn't grow much.

He seems to have gone from a childish state to maturity in an instant, and all the childishness has been precipitated, like a baptism one after another, and he is forced to take off a layer of childishness every time.

It was exactly the same as a specific time and place before, and he said sincerely, "Sister Bai Xi."

Su Baixi took half a step back, his face expressionless: "Don't stand in my way."

He repeated the phrase again: "I thought about a lot of things, and I seemed to figure out a lot of things during the time we were apart."

This is all too familiar.

For Lin Zijia, this was like a baptism again and again, making him finally understand what Su Baixi wanted, and some kind of problem between him and her, he was really thinking.

But for Su Baixi, this is tantamount to: "I have seen a lot of men painting big cakes."

"I'll send you back, it's cold outside." Lin Zijia did not explain.

Su Baixi rejected his kindness.

It's like reopening his heart and reopening it all together.

"No, someone is coming to pick me up." She snorted.

Lin Zijia looked at her sideways and whispered, "Thank you for growing up with me."

"You've been with me for 12 years," he whispered, "We're not just in the 3 years of the underground relationship, I've calculated that it's a full 12 years."