My Little Happiness

Wen Shaoqing poured a glass of water and handed it to her, "Hurry and eat."

After taking a bite, Cong Rong narrowed his eyes, and then bowed his head to take a few bites before asking curiously, "Is this one bought?"

Wen Shaoqing didn't use chopsticks and took a sip of water. "No, I made it myself. I made it last time and put it in the refrigerator. It's more delicious, but it's late today. I'll make it for you another day. "

"Isn't this local food?"

"No. When I was studying abroad, there was a roommate from Shaanxi who studied with him."

Cong Rong knows very little about his experience, and sometimes talks about it, she can't help but want to understand, "Did you learn when you were studying abroad?"

"Almost." Wen Shaoqing recalled, "I did a little before, but I did it when I did more when I was abroad. Have you ever heard that joke? No one thought you were studying in the New Oriental before going abroad. Of English, when you go abroad, everyone thinks you are a chef in New Oriental. "

Cong Rong remembered his cooking experience several times that could be called a "disaster" and sighed: "Other people probably think I am an excavator learning in Lan Xiang."

She sniffed her nose, and the aroma of chili oil kept drilling towards the tip of her nose, and she suddenly stopped chopsticks.

Wen Shaoqing looked at her and asked, "What's wrong? Not tasty?"

Cong Rong hesitated for a long time before saying: "You look delicious."

Wen Shaoqing couldn't help laughing, "Aren't you not spicy?"

Cong Rong is still able to stand up, "So I said, it looks ..."

Wen Shaoqing smiled and pushed the bowl over, "I didn't move."

Cong Rong shook his head, "looking at the pot while eating in a bowl. This habit is not good. Let me eat my own."

Wen Shaoqing felt very meaningful after listening to this, "Then, am I in a bowl or in a pot?"

"..." Cong Rong stopped talking and bowed his head to eat.

After eating, it was found that Wen Shaoqing seemed to be watching her all the time, and she did n’t even move her chopsticks. She asked with some embarrassment: "Do n’t you eat?"

Wen Shaoqing changed his sitting posture, raised his hand to his chin and continued to look at her, "I'm not hungry at all."

Cong Rong didn't respond for a long time. When Wen Shaoqing looked again, she found that she was staring at another bowl of numb food without blinking her eyes. It seemed that she didn't even listen to what he said.

Wen Shaoqing felt funny and pushed the bowl in her direction again, "Try it."

Cong Rong seemed to be awakened, and looked at him with **** eyes, and he reacted for a long time. He blushed slightly and said in a small voice: "Then I will taste two."

The spiciness stimulated the taste buds, and Cong Rong slowly evolved from tasting two to a whole bowl.

Unexpectedly, when washing the dishes, Cong Rong was hesitant for a long time before he found the courage to ask Wen Shaoqing who was washing the fruits: "Do you still fry the yogurt?"

At this time, Wen Shaoqing was really surprised, turned her head and looked at her for a long time, "still eating?"

Cong Rongxiang wanted to lose his face just now, so let's just come casually and let out a very soft hum.

Wen Shaoqing looked at her up and down again for a long time. Cong Rong bowed his head to pretend to wash the dishes seriously. She felt that she was about to be stared at by Wen Shaoqing and then heard that he walked a few steps to open the refrigerator, and it seemed that he took something out.

Wen Shaoqing first fried a portion for her to eat, and later fried another portion to give it away. When she returned, she saw that she had finished eating, and she stared at him and asked, "Is there any?"

Wen Shaoqing looked at her with dumbfounded eyes, and she really did not understand why the indifferent and calm appearance of the elder sister concealed the attributes of eating. What did God overthrow when he made her? Why doesn't she eat fat like this?

In the end, Cong Rong sat at Wen Shaoqing's house with satisfaction and said goodbye, but when he left, he had restored his cold and polite appearance, and was evaluated by Wen Shaoqing as "when you clean the corners of your mouth, you don't recognize anyone."

Even so, the relationship between the two was barely restored. Wen Shaoqing asked her to have breakfast tomorrow morning, and Cong Rong readily accepted it.

That is, the breakfast that day made Cong Rong discover that Wen Shaoqing was a life expert.

When Cong Rong yawned into the door in the morning, Wen Shaoqing was ready, "You ate too much last night, let's have a simple breakfast."

She looked down dumbfoundedly, it was really simple, white porridge with pickles, a plate of sour bean, a plate of sour radish, a plate of pickled cucumber, a little wonder, "how are they sour? Are you pregnant?"

Wen Shaoqing gave her a deep look, "I love jealousy."

I do n’t know if she was awake or too sluggish. She yawned while covering her mouth and replied vaguely: “So, I have Shanxi old vinegar from a friend in my family. Come back and give it to you.”

Wen Shaoqing slowly stirred the white porridge on hand, and said indifferently, "Let's eat."

The temperature of the porridge was just right, and Cong Rong took a bite to get the energy out. "Where did you buy this pickle? It's delicious."

Wen Shaoqing pointed to the pickle jar in the corner of the kitchen, "I made it myself and gave you some if I liked it."

Cong Rong listened for a moment, then quickly threw the spoon in his hand and went to the kitchen to make a few rounds around the pickle jar. She hadn't seen such an ancient vessel at her grandmother's house since she was a child, and she has never seen it again since. There are everything in the supermarket now, and there are people who pickle their own pickles.

After visiting, she returned to the table and looked at Wen Shaoqing who was drinking porridge. She said, "I think doctors are all health regimens, and they don't eat such nitrite excess."

Wen Shaoqing laughed, "There is a colleague who nibbled the pickled pepper and chicken feet while analyzing what chemical reagents were used in it. Wang Zengqi said, 'A person's taste should be wider and more mixed, sweet and sour, salty, east, and spicy. . 'Doctors are also humans, eat a little wider, and probably have a more relaxed attitude towards life. "

She has also read Wang Zengqi's "Old Taste", but at that time she was young. When you watched it, she had no other feelings other than drooling. It was really a waste of the hard work of the old man who was hailed as a "lyricist humanitarian, the last pure literati in China, and the last scholar-bureaucrat in China." Cong Rong secretly decided to turn the book out when he had time. Read it again.

Cong Rong hurriedly left after receiving the phone halfway through the meal. When Wen Shaoqing packed his chopsticks and went to work, he stood at the door and changed his shoes. Looking at the blank space on the photo wall, he remembered the lost photo frame and carefully recalled it. For a moment, the photo was still there when he sent everyone downstairs at the end of the dinner. Later, only Zhong Zhen came. Was he doing it?

He went out with doubt. Zhong Zhen was going to class today and would not come to the hospital. He planned to go to the night shift tomorrow to ask Zhong Zhen to ask, who knew he hadn't had time to ask, something went wrong.