After two attempts, Zhuang Shuo skillfully closed the gas main gate and checked the pipes and switches everywhere.

"There is no problem with the pipe connection, it should be that the position of this fire needle is crooked, and it can be done in five minutes."

With that, he crouched down and looked for tools in the toolbox he had brought.

Lang Yangyang: "I'll pour you a glass of water." ”

Zhuang Shuo said okay, Lang Yangyang trotted out to pour water, passed by the sofa and saw two coats on it, and quickly picked them up and threw them into the bedroom.

When I came out to pour water, and when I received water next to the water dispenser, I saw that there was already a thin layer of ash on the TV stand, so I immediately wiped it with a wet paper towel.

Then there were the withered flowers on the coffee table, and a paper towel in the corner of the carpet that I didn't know what had fallen.

It's really over.

Lang Yangyang held a glass of water.

I usually think I love to be clean and tidy, why is this all of a sudden?

Does a person unconsciously ignore these small details when he lives? Or is it because I am greedy for rest and enjoyment, and I subconsciously ignore these.

Lang Yangyang lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

"That's it." Zhuang Shuo said.

Lang Yangyang came back to his senses: "It's troublesome, drink water." ”

Zhuang Shuo stretched out his hand, "Wait, my hands are dirty, you come and see." ”

He flipped the switch on the gas stove, and the pale blue flames came out and swayed.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Zhuang Shuo put away the tools and went to the sink to squeeze a pump of dish soap to wash his hands.

It is a little rough.

Lang Yangyang secretly laughed behind his back.

He wouldn't have squeezed dish soap to wash his hands anyway.

After washing his hands, Zhuang Shuo wiped his clothes, and finally took the glass of water in Lang Yangyang's hand.

"Go to the living room and sit down." Lang Yangyang said.

He originally thought that the kitchen at home was quite big, but Zhuang Shuo, who was 1.9 meters tall, stood in it and actually looked crowded.

Zhuang Shuo drank a glass of water in one go, "No, I'm going to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to do something, I have to finish it in the morning, so I'll leave first." ”

"Oh...... All right. ”

Lang Yangyang didn't know if he was polite or if there was really something wrong with him, so he hesitated to send him.

Zhuang Shuo walked out of the door cleanly: "Don't send it, go back and rest." ”

Lang Yangyang stood inside the door: "Okay, thank you." ”

Zhuang Shuo nodded slightly, turned around and left.

More repairman than a repairman.

After Zhuang Shuo left, Lang Yangyang stood in the courtyard for a while, thinking about some messy things in his head.

For example, repair the moldy ceiling in the bedroom, for example, you can boldly cook three dishes for dinner, for example, when you drink wine and watch a movie, you can turn your head and see people sharing it.

The face he saw when he turned his head was actually Zhuang Shuo.

Lang Yangyang didn't feel that he liked him now, but he just felt that he had just appeared at his house and helped him fix the gas stove that had been broken for several days.

So when fantasizing about these, it's normal to replace the picture in your mind with him.

The gas stove was good, but the vegetables were not bought, so I went out to walk the dog and ate a bowl of noodles outside.

After walking the dog and cleaning up, there was no time for a lunch break, Lang Yangyang set off back to the store, and said that the goods would be delivered immediately.

Walk briskly all the way through.

When I arrived at the door of the store, the truck just arrived, and Lang Yangyang casually put on a coat left in the store and began to move the goods.

The main flour was heavy, and Lang Yangyang and Youyou carried it back and forth five or six times, and finally unloaded all the goods.

"Thank you, master, for your hard work." Lang Yangyang gave the driver a glass of juice in the store.

The master drove away, and Lang Yang's work clothes were dirty.

He stood in the doorway and stretched his newly tired waist, and when his arm was raised, he looked up to see a familiar person across the road.

Familiar with it until the morning, I just saw it.

"Why are you here?" Lang Yangyang put away his hand.

It seems that this sentence has been said for the second time today.

Zhuang Shuo sat in the driver's seat, "I passed by here." ”

"That's right."

"Hmm."

After the dry four sentences of dialogue, there seems to be nothing more to say.

Look at each other across the road for a moment.

"Come in and sit down?"

"I'll go back first."

The two said in unison.

Zhuang Shuo: "There is still something to do on the farm. ”

Lang Yangyang: "Okay, then next time I have a chance to come and sit." ”

"You're making desserts, aren't you?" Zhuang Shuo asked.

As soon as the words fell, four or five cars roared by, and Lang Yangyang didn't have a chance to reply, for fear of making Zhuang Shuo wait too long.

After the car passed, Zhuang Shuo waited quietly.

Lang Yangyang: "Yes, I make desserts and bread, and the barista is another girl. ”

Zhuang Shuo: "How often do you deliver goods?" ”

Lang Yangyang didn't know why he was asking this, and replied: "Usually once a week." ”

"Okay, then I'll go first."

"Okay, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Zhuang Shuo drove away, and Lang Yangyang watched the rear of the car disappear into the winding mountain road, and continued to complete the stretching action that had not been completed just now.

When I stretched my waist and turned around, I saw two people lying on the glass door.

Yoyo and part-time student Xiaowen were gossiping and laughing.

"Brother Yangyang, who is this?" Yoyo pushed open the door and ran out.

Xiaowen was holding the door at the door, also waiting for this answer.

Lang Yangyang didn't intend to hide it, so he said: "Blind date." ”

Yoyo: "Is that the one your second aunt introduced to you?" ”

"Well, we've met before." Lang Yangyang said and walked to the store.

Youyou followed, and the gossip was in good spirits: "It looks a little fierce, isn't your height so tall?" How do you feel? ”

Youyou's series of questions hit Lang Yangyang's head, although he didn't want to hide it, he was not a person who liked to talk about it.

"There are guests." Seeing a guest coming in, Lang Yangyang quickly flashed to the baking room.

Today, a customer placed an order for a weekend birthday party, to make a big cake, as well as cupcakes, macarons and mille-feuille and some zodiac-shaped cookies, today I will prepare all the raw materials.

The cake was ordered by a young mother, and on her daughter's sixth birthday, she said that she had invited her classmates to play.

When Lang Yangyang communicated with her, she could feel that she was very concerned about her daughter's birthday, what her daughter liked, what children like now, and the color of the cake should match the princess dress to be worn at the party.

Lang Yangyang likes this kind of order very much.

He sits on a high stool in the kitchen and draws a draft of the cake with a pencil on scratch paper.

I spent most of the afternoon in the back kitchen, and in the evening, I made a plan, and the draft of the cake was drawn and sent to the parents.

The other party was very satisfied, said that it exceeded his expectations, and said that his daughter also liked it.

Lang Yangyang said thank you.

When the topic was about to end, Lang Yangyang remembered that there was still an important question that he hadn't asked.

"Where is the birthday party held?" I need to arrange how to send it over. ”

"It's quite far, at Nanxi Farm."

"South Creek Farm?"

"yes, do you know there?"

The corners of Lang Yangyang's mouth rose unconsciously: "I know." ”

Chapter 7

Nanxi Farm is Zhuang Shuo's farm.

Lang Yangyang wondered if he should tell him that he would deliver to his farm on the weekend.

It's normal to talk about it, not to say that it feels normal, but it's just a delivery, a dessert table is set up and I leave, and I won't stay for a party or anything.

When I was struggling, my phone rang.