Wen Shaoqing poured a glass of water and handed it to her, "Eat quickly."
Cong Rong took a sip and squinted his eyes, then lowered his head and ate a few more mouthfuls before asking curiously, "Did you buy this?"
Wen Shaoqing didn't move his chopsticks, and took a sip of water from the water glass, "No, I made it myself. Last time I made too much, I put it in the refrigerator. It's actually better to make it, but it's late today, so I'll make it for you another day. "
"Isn't this local food?"
"No. When I was studying abroad, I had a roommate from Shaanxi, and I learned from him."
Cong Rong knew very little about his experience, and when she talked about it sometimes, she couldn't help but want to know more, "Did you also learn how to cook when you were studying abroad?"
"Almost." Wen Shaoqing recalled, "I used to do a little bit, but when I was abroad, I practiced a lot. Haven't you heard that joke? Before you went abroad, people thought you were studying in New Oriental. If you go abroad, people will think that you are a chef who learned in New Oriental.”
Cong Rong recalled his cooking experiences that could be called "disasters" a few times, sighed and muttered: "Then others probably think that I learned excavator in Lanxiang."
She sniffed, and the aroma of chili oil continued to penetrate the tip of her nose, and she suddenly stopped her chopsticks.
Wen Shaoqing looked at her and asked, "What's the matter? Isn't it delicious?"
Cong Rong hesitated for a long time before opening his mouth: "Your one looks tastier."
Wen Shaoqing couldn't help laughing, "Don't you don't like spicy food?"
Cong Rong was still able to hold back, "So I said, it seems..."
Wen Shaoqing smiled and pushed the bowl over, "I didn't move."
Cong Rong shook his head, "It's not a good habit to eat from a bowl and look at what's in the pot. I'll eat my own."
Wen Shaoqing felt quite meaningful when he heard these words, "Then may I ask, am I in the bowl or in the pot?"
"..." Cong Rong stopped talking, lowered his head and ate fiercely.
After eating, she realized that Wen Shaoqing seemed to be looking at her all the time, without even moving her chopsticks. She asked a little embarrassedly, "Aren't you going to eat?"
Wen Shaoqing changed her sitting position, raised her hand to support her chin and continued to look at her, "I'm not hungry at all."
Cong Rong didn't respond for a long time, Wen Shaoqing looked again, only to find that she was staring eagerly at another bowl of mochi, without blinking her eyes, as if she didn't even listen to what he said.
Wen Shaoqing thought it was funny, and pushed the bowl towards her again, "Taste it."
Cong Rong seemed to be awakened, and looked at him with big black eyes. It took him a long time to react, and he blushed slightly and whispered: "Then I will have a taste."
The spicy taste stimulated the taste buds, and Cong Rong slowly evolved from two mouthfuls to a whole bowl.
Who knew that when washing the dishes, Cong Rong hesitated for a long time before mustering up the courage to ask Wen Shaoqing who was washing the fruits beside him: "Do you still fry yogurt?"
Now Wen Shaoqing was really surprised, and turned to look at her for a long time, "Still eating?"
Cong Rong thought that he had lost his face just now anyway, so he just came along casually, and hummed very lightly.
Wen Shaoqing looked her up and down again for a long time, Cong Rong lowered her head and pretended to wash the dishes seriously, she felt that she was about to be smoked by Wen Shaoqing's stare, only then did she hear him take a few steps to open the refrigerator, and seemed to take out something.
Wen Shaoqing first fried a portion for her to eat, then fried another portion and gave it away for a while. When she came back again, she saw that she had finished eating, and looked at him eagerly and asked, "Is there any more?"
Wen Shaoqing stared at her dumbfounded, and really didn't understand why there was such a foodie hidden under such an indifferent and calm Yujie's appearance? What the hell did God knock over when he made her? How can she not lose weight by eating this way
In the end, Cong Rong said goodbye to Wen Shaoqing's house after eating to his heart's content. However, when he left, he had returned to his indifferent and polite appearance.
Even so, the relationship between the two was barely restored. Wen Shaoqing asked her to have breakfast with her tomorrow morning, and Cong Rong readily accepted.
That is, the breakfast that day made Cong Rong discover that Wen Shaoqing is simply a little expert in life.
When Cong Rong came in the morning yawning, Wen Shaoqing was ready, "You ate too much last night, let's have a simpler breakfast."
She looked down sleepily. It was really simple. White porridge with pickles, a dish of capers, a dish of sour radish, and a dish of pickled cucumbers. She was a little puzzled, "Why are they all sour? Are you pregnant?"
Wen Shaoqing took a deep look at her, "I'm jealous."
I don't know if she didn't wake up or was too dull, so she covered her mouth and yawned, and replied indistinctly: "Well, I have old Shanxi mature vinegar from a friend at home. I'll bring it to you later."
Wen Shaoqing stirred the porridge in his hand slowly, and said in a dull voice: "Let's eat."
The temperature of the porridge was just right, and Cong Rong regained his energy after taking two mouthfuls, "Where did you buy this pickle? It's quite delicious."
Wen Shaoqing pointed to the kimchi jar in the corner of the kitchen, "I made it myself, and I'll give you some if you like it."
Cong Rong was taken aback when he heard this, and quickly threw away the spoon in his hand, and went to the kitchen to walk around the kimchi jar a few times, which was extremely novel. Except for seeing such an ancient utensil at her grandmother's house when she was a child, she has never seen it again. There are everything in the supermarket now, where are people making pickles by themselves
She returned to the dining table after the visit and looked at Wen Shaoqing who was drinking porridge in amazement: "I thought doctors were all health-preserving people, and they wouldn't eat such things with excess nitrite."
Wen Shaoqing laughed, "A colleague analyzed the chemical reagents used while gnawing pickled peppers and chicken feet. Wang Zengqi said, 'A person's taste should be wider and mixed, sweet in the south, salty in the north, spicy in the east, and sour in the west. .'Doctors are human beings too. If you eat more widely, you will probably have a more lenient attitude towards life."
She has also read Wang Zengqi's "Old Taste", but she was young at that time, and apart from drooling, she had no other feelings when watching it. It was really a waste of the hard work of the old man known as "the lyrical humanitarian, the last pure literati in China, and the last scholar-bureaucrat in China". Cong Rong secretly decided to dig out that book when he had time. Read it again.
Cong Rong answered the phone in the middle of eating and left in a hurry. When Wen Shaoqing packed up the dishes and went out to work, she stood at the door and changed her shoes. Looking at the blank space on the photo wall, she remembered the lost photo frame and recalled it carefully. For a moment, the photo was still there when he sent everyone downstairs at the end of the dinner party, but Zhong Zhen was the only one who came, did he do it
He went out with doubts, Zhong Zhen had to attend class today and would not come to the hospital. He planned to ask Zhong Zhen after the night shift tomorrow, but something happened before he had time to ask.