"Then I want to eat this shredded potato pancake, and I want tofu balls, what is the bayberry juice like?"

There are nearly 20 kinds of snacks on the menu, Wang Zhijun can't wait to order one of each to taste, Lang Yangyang whispered to him: "I'll take you to eat authentic snacks tomorrow." ”

"What is authentic?"

"Hmmm......"

Wang Zhijun held the ordering pen in his hand and checked the menu not to fold the root of the ear, and said bitterly: "The authentic in the eyes of your locals is stuffed with sour radish and coriander and chili, and I can't be blessed." ”

Lang Yangyang pondered it carefully, and it was really.

The dishes are served very quickly, Wang Zhijun likes sour soup fish and shredded potato pancakes very much, and the others can only get his "distinctive" evaluation.

Zhuang Shuo's friends are all locals, and everyone has the same taste, he said: "What is the taste of folding ears in your eyes?" ”

Wang Zhijun: "Just ...... Fishy and smelly, and earthy. ”

Zhuang Shuo smiled: "Yes, no wonder it's called Houttuynia cordata, I've been eating cold salad since I was a child, and I only think it's fragrant when I'm used to it." ”

Wang Zhijun was serious for a while, but now he couldn't hold it back, and said with a wicked smile: "I heard that the root of the folded ear has an aphrodisiac effect, huh, Brother Zhuang, is it really fake?" ”

“…… I ......" Zhuang Shuo looked at Lang Yangyang helplessly.

Lang Yangyang held back a smile and deliberately did not speak.

Wang Zhijun has always been an equal, and immediately turned his face to look at Lang Yangyang: "No, this should be asked to you, Yangyang, what do you think?" ”

Lang Yangyang's face turned red, and he gave him a chopstick and wild vegetables: "Eat quickly, eat quickly." ”

It was almost nine o'clock after this meal, and Wang Zhijun was also very tired from taking a plane on the road this day, so today's itinerary will end here, go back and sleep tomorrow.

Zhuang Shuo cleaned up the second bedroom at home yesterday, thinking that it would be good for him to live at home, but Wang Zhijun had already booked the hotel by himself.

Send him to the hotel to check in, and make an appointment to see him tomorrow.

On the way back, Zhuang Shuo said that he would go to the farm tomorrow to play, Lang Yangyang thought about it, and said: "I'll go around with him alone tomorrow and ask him if he wants to go, okay?" ”

Lang Yangyang thinks that no matter how close a friend is, after falling in love or getting married, he still has to maintain a certain amount of time alone with his friends.

This is the tacit understanding between the two people, and this is the sense of boundary between getting along.

Zhuang Shuo said yes. He understands that he and his friends are like that.

In the past two days, the farm has just finished planting peanuts, and the farm is repairing the flooded area on the edge of the riverbank, and a batch of sheep is about to give birth.

It's okay not to go, but it's good to check it out if you have time.

He is still preparing a small surprise, which will be done in about two days.

Early the next morning, the two got up early to sneak Lei Gong, Zhuang Shuo sent Lang Yangyang to the store, and then he went to the farm, there was refreshing rock music in the car, Lang Yangyang was still a little sleepy, and opened the window halfway.

In mid-June, the summer of Banpo Old Street has quietly arrived, and the new branches of old elm and maple trees are growing wildly, some are downward, and some cars with high chassis occasionally hit these new branches.

"The weather should be fine today." Lang Yangyang said.

Zhuang Shuo turned skillfully and said, "The weather should be good in the past week. ”

Lang Yangyang: "How do you know?" ”

Zhuang Shuo: "Weather forecasts, clouds, water, small animals, you can all look at the weather." ”

"Really?" Lang Yangyang felt a little mysterious.

Zhuang Shuo: "Really, otherwise how would you look at the weather when there was no weather forecast before?" Although Changxi City is notoriously changeable in weather, farmers who rely on the land for their livelihood always have a way. ”

Lang Yangyang turned his head to look at him, the early morning wind blew his hair, and his smiling eyes were the same as the new maple leaves on the side of the road, tender green, fresh and eye-catching.

"I want to get my driver's license."

Zhuang Shuo: "That's good! I went to Liu Peng and said that he was the one who opened a driving school. ”

Lang Yangyang smiled: "Okay, you have friends who do anything, who run a driving school, a car repair shop, a photographer, and even go to a restaurant for a meal." ”

"It's not just my acquaintances." Zhuang Shuo smiled and parked the car in the corner clearing in front of Brookside.

"This is an acquaintance of my parents' relatives, a friend of my friend, and I feel that I have lived in one place for a long time, maybe I walk into a store on the side of the road, talk a few words, and there are people who know each other in the middle."

Lang Yangyang nodded, not knowing what he was thinking.

"There are advantages and disadvantages, in a small place, it is convenient for you to know many people, but you also often have to help others." Zhuang Shuo got out of the car after speaking, went around to Lang Yangyang's side and waited for him to go to the back door together, and added: "It's you who trouble me and I trouble you, and they trouble each other to take care of each other." ”

Lang Yangyang smiled: "It seems to be really, for example, if my aunt buys any good things, she will give me a copy, and I will think about sending her a copy if I have good things." ”

Zhuang Shuo came to the store to get the two bags of bread left over from yesterday, and Lang Yangyang made a few cups of coffee for him to take to the farm for the employees to eat.

"I'm leaving, bye-bye, call me if there's something." Zhuang Shuo stood at the door of the baking room.

Lang Yangyang: "Okay, you tell me when you get off work, let's have dinner together in the evening." ”

Zhuang Shuo walked in with a smile and bent down to ask for a kiss: "Okay, ask Zhijun if he wants to come to our house for dinner, and I will make you something to eat." ”

"Uh-huh."

"Gone."

Lang Yangyang put on his mobile phone and took it out, linked it to the stereo, and found that the homepage of the music software pushed a Wu Bai's song list.

Probably when he was at home before, he searched for Wu Bai's songs for Zhuang Shuo to listen to.

When he was working, he didn't pick music, and Lang Yangyang played this song list directly.

Lang Yangyang changed his clothes and entered the baking room, his mobile phone was placed on the small countertop outside the baking room, and on the turning vinyl record was Wu Bai's resolute and gentle eyes.

A day's life begins with "Bridge of Tears".

An hour later, Lang Yangyang put the bread in the oven and prepared to make a croissant, which was a recipe high in sugar, less water, and less yeast.

After fermentation overnight, the dough has expanded to twice its size.

Lang Yangyang took out the dough and was about to press it into a cake when he heard someone knocking at the front door.

"Excuse me!" Lang Yangyang shouted as he walked out, "We haven't started business yet, please...... Kevin, why are you here? ”

Wang Zhijun wore a silk silver shirt today, and there was a circle of flowing fur at the cuffs. He stood outside the glass door and waved.

Lang Yangyang hurriedly ran over to open the door, "Why are you here so early?" I also said I'll go to you when I'm done. ”

The morning was still a little cold, and Wang Zhijun shrank exaggeratedly.

"The editor-in-chief asked me for a manuscript early in the morning, and I really took it, thinking that I might as well come to your store in the hotel, what about your husband?"

Lang Yangyang closed the door, "He's gone to the farm, I still have to make bread and desserts, you find a place to sit by yourself." ”

"Okay, go get busy, leave me alone." Wang Zhijun sat down near the baking room and took out his laptop, "By the way, what is your WiFi?" ”

Now there is more sound of Wang Zhijun banging on the computer in the sound of baking utensils, and the hot and scratching morning matches Wu Bai's Hokkien rock very wonderfully.

The dough turned into a dough, and Lang Yangyang took out the refrigerated butter from the refrigerator.

Croissants are common shortbreads, and butter is the soul of shortbread. Lang Yangyang put the flattened butter cube on the dough cake, folded the dough to cover the butter, flattened it with a rolling pin and folded it again, repeating this three times, and then folding it again after refrigerating for 20 minutes, which reached the folding number of small croissants.

Sliced, rolled, brushed.

Dozens of croissants are sent to the oven in two batches, baked at 210°C, baked for 10 minutes, then cooled to 190 degrees Celsius for another 15 minutes.

The croissant with a golden and crispy exterior and a charming honeycomb structure on the inside is ready.

The process of making shortbread is time-consuming, and the price of bread is more manual than dessert.

While waiting for the bread to cool, Lang Yangyang hurried to make the dessert again.

Wang Zhijun, who was sitting outside to revise the draft, had been staring at Lang Yangyang in the baking room for a long time. They met part-time in college, Wang Zhijun himself has determined his favorite career since middle school, and he began to try to do self-media when he was in college, and his exaggerated and terrier style is very popular, so when Lang Yangyang worked part-time as a waiter for wine, Wang Zhijun was the Internet celebrity invited by the event.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight years later, he retired from the front of the stage to the background, working in a fashion magazine, occasionally updating that half-dead account.

At that time, Lang Yangyang, who was running for money, also found a career he liked, and even found his other half.

The calm and focused look on his face in the baking room was the same as that of himself seven years ago.

Wang Zhijun has an empty place in his heart, and now he has a hole, and when he looks inside, he is sitting in the dilapidated dormitory and pulling up a background cloth, and complaining about a certain award ceremony dress that has just ended in front of the mobile phone camera.

The news from the editor-in-chief on the computer came again, conveying to him where a certain star in the theme of this issue could not be mentioned, and he should be avoided.

This star can't say, that brand can't be written, and the fashion magazine after being PR is nothing more than a brochure for the star and the brand.

Wang Zhijun replied, then slid his finger on the panel and clicked into the private message in the background of his Xiaopo Station account.

He hadn't read a private message in a long time.

Click on a dialog box with a lot of posts, this is a fan who treats him as a tree hole, and there are at least a hundred unread messages in it.

The latest one is that she finally got an offer from the school she likes, and she is going to study abroad, and then slides up, and she also told herself that she has saved enough money to study abroad.

Wang Zhijun suddenly thought, how much money does he have in his account? Is it enough to study abroad on your own? If you start to run your account well now, will there still be traffic and ads?

The thoughts in his head diluted the resentment of work, Wang Zhijun quickly changed the manuscript and sent it to the editor-in-chief, and after a while the computer was covered, he came to work leisurely.

Lang Yangyang and Youyou put the bread and dessert packages and went home with Wang Zhijun.

"Are you going to walk back?" Wang Zhijun asked, he didn't know how far Brookside was from Lang Yangyang's house.

Lang Yangyang: "Well, it's only about a kilometer, the weather is so good, let's take a walk." ”

Going to work for one kilometer is simply a dream for front-line workers.

The two walked home slowly, the morning sun was just right, and it was warm on the body, but it was not sunburning.

It is also such a deceptive high ultraviolet sunlight that tans the locals.

Lang Yangyang smiled and said, "I'm ready to tan this year." ”

Wang Zhijun: "The skin color of the couple is right, don't show off!" ”

"Hahaha." Lang Yangyang couldn't laugh, he hadn't talked so much trash talk to people for a long time, took a sip of the coffee made in the store and said: "What's there to show off, I just think that I couldn't bask in the sun when I worked in a high-rise building before, so I will have a good time in the future." ”

Wang Zhijun: "Yangyang, after you came back, you opened a store and got married on a blind date, why haven't you ever heard about your husband?" I didn't post it on Moments. ”

"I have low self-esteem." Lang smiled.

"Fart, say it."

Lang Yangyang thought for a while, "Actually, there is a little bit of this meaning, everyone is going up, getting promoted, raising salary, but I have returned to my hometown in a small city." Later, I thought this kind of life was very good, but I didn't know how to speak, just like me and Zhuang Shuo, I didn't have the intention to hide it. ”

After going down the old street, I crossed the road on the left, and the aunt next to me was holding three puppies together.

After crossing the road, Lang Yangyang continued: "I'm a little afraid that everyone will compare me, my shop is a very small shop, Zhuang Shuo and I are very ordinary people, no holidays to go abroad for vacation, no skiing, diving, no flowers and diamonds, no big house BMW Mercedes-Benz, just just suitable for the ordinary life of the two of us." I feel good with him, plain, take care of each other, and be happy and happy every day, I'm afraid that others will judge us, saying that all this is nothing more than that, saying that Zhuang Shuo's love, his rough house and his broken car are nothing more than that. ”