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Title: Heartbeat on the tip of the tongue
Author: Caramel Winter Melon
Three different views of the heroine and the hero:
Use of food:
Hostess: fill your stomach
Male lead: art
Feelings towards each other:
heroine: pervert
Protagonist: Too stupid
Is it possible to fall in love with each other
Hostess: Who, who wants to be with a pervert!
Male protagonist: So stupid, I can accept it.
This is the story of a black-bellied childhood sweetheart who lost the heroine by a high-cold male god, and led the heroine to dominate the food industry (exaggerated rhetoric). The male protagonist is a talented chef, but he is blind, so his senses other than vision are extraordinary. Therefore, with a perfect sense of taste and the ability to sense other people's attitudes and feelings through the tone and breath of others' speech, he is more likely to see the truth, including the sincerity of those around him, than a healthy person. Girls who can't accept the blindness of the male protagonist don't have to force themselves to jump into the pit!
PS: The name of this article comes from the tip of the male protagonist's tongue, not only because of the male protagonist's unparalleled taste sensitivity, but also the most exciting part of the male protagonist in the female protagonist's heart~
Content tags: Elites in the food industry have a soft spot for urban love
Search keywords: Protagonist: Lin Kesong, Jiang Qianfan ┃ Supporting role: Song Yiran ┃ Others: Gourmet, Michelin, Grand Hotel
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☆、The kiss on the tip of the tongue
There are some things that Lin Kesong doesn't believe will happen even if he smashed his head.
For example, what about the reverse flow of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and Halley's Comet hitting the earth...
But these are not comparable to Jiang Qianfan in front of him.
The moment his lips hit Lin Kesong, she felt that she was the bullseye hit by the bullet, staggering back, trying to grasp everything she could grasp, there was a crackling sound in her ear, as if the whole world was overturned.
The tip of his tongue opened the gap between her lips, breaking the law of wanting nothing, smashing everything she had, and burning wildly with a bang.
Lin Kesong couldn't bear this kind of force at all. When her legs were weak and she was sitting on the ground unsightly, the opponent's arm easily picked her up and pressed her back against herself. The back of his head was tightly clasped, and his skull was in pain as if it was about to be crushed by the other's fingers.
His kiss arrogantly swallowed her breath, sneaking along her teeth, suddenly overwhelming.
All the blood in her body rushed to the tip of his tongue.
When he hooked her upper lip and let go of her, Lin Kesong stared at him with wide eyes.
Jiang Qianfan's expression didn't even change, he just said in his usual unwavering tone, "Clean up this place."
Lin Kesong tried to see any clue from those obsidian-like eyes, but unfortunately Jiang Qianfan's eyes were never windows to the soul. They are just beautiful decorations. There is no emotional fluctuation between the chisel-like facial features.
When he spoke, the tip of his tongue was still looming, which was the most maddening provocation.
It was not until Jiang Qianfan stretched his long legs, avoiding all the "obstacles" as if he knew everything, and walked out of the kitchen, that Lin Kesong lowered his head.
The egg shattered.
A variety of different spices fell.
The flour bag was also torn apart by her.
The air was filled with various scents, blending together, making Lin Kesong even more dizzy.
After a few minutes, her brain was successfully restarted, and she gritted her teeth and asked back into the air, "What do you mean by 'clean up this place'?"
What did he just do
Is this his new maddening method
This pervert! Big metamorphosis!
Lin Kesong squatted on the ground and grabbed his head into a chicken coop.
And it all started half a year ago.
It was a night filled with the rich aroma of spicy crayfish.
Opposite Lin Kesong sat Song Yiran.
The dim light made Song Yiran's eyes and brows appear more vague.
"I have some great news for you."
Song Yiran smiled heartlessly, the air silently boiled between his eyebrows, and several girls around looked over at the same time.
Lin Kesong also followed him with a heartless smile, putting on gloves and fiercely peeling the lobster.
"What's wrong? Your family is finally bankrupt? You won't have the money to buy me crayfish in the future? Is there a place to sleep? If not, I'll lend you our toilet."
"Your toilet is so small that it doesn't even have a bathtub. I can't stretch my long legs. And there are so many beautiful women who are willing to spend the night with me that you can't even keep track of them in your notebook. How could there be no place to sleep?"
Lin Kesong twitched the corners of her mouth, she was waiting to hear how explosive his news was. Over the years, his latest news has just dumped the college flower, and the school flower didn't even slap him.
"I'm going to New York to study abroad."
As soon as Lin Kesong's fingers cramped, the crayfish sauce rushed out, completely caught off guard, and splashed on the opposite guy's face.
Song Yiran closed his eyes, as if he had expected this result long ago, and tapped his fingers on the table.
That action, ecstasy to the lack of pumping.
Lin Kesong took out a tissue from his pocket and pressed it on his face with lightning speed, preventing the soup from dripping onto his boss shirt.
Because of the proximity, this guy's well-defined facial features became clear again, and a pair of peach eyes filled with a smile, which made people's heart skip a beat.
It stands to reason that I have seen this face for so many years, why is it so close, and still so indecisive
From junior high school to high school and then to university, Song Yiran sat firmly on the throne of the school grass and walked around the street casually, and he could receive a few business cards from scouts. Unfortunately, this guy has a wealthy family, and he thinks about burning money every day, otherwise there would have been a certain male god who is very popular in the film and television industry.
At this moment, the male god smiled wickedly and raised his hand: "Boss! Two more spicy crayfish! One spicy fried razor! One plate of stinky mandarin fish! One braised snail! Oh, and paper-wrapped quail! "
Lin Kesong stared at him with wide eyes: "Hey! Song Yiran! Is this the last meal? Are you trying to kill me?"
"Yeah." With a natural expression on his face, he leaned forward slightly and leaned in Lin Kesong's direction, "Or... you come with me?"
It was as if something had plucked through the membrane of the heart, and blood seemed to overflow from the gap. But she still perfectly suppressed her emotions, "Go to New York? Am I going to New York to sell spicy crayfish? Don't be funny! I've been under you for so long, but I ended up being held to death in the end?" Lin Ke Song blinked his eyes, and the chilli water in his stomach suddenly rushed up and swirled in his throat, "Song Yiran, are you giving up the opportunity to be a moth in China, and decided to go to the United States to be a garbage for studying abroad?"
Song Yiran smiled but didn't answer, her eyes flickered and she couldn't see her emotions.
Before Lin Kesong had digested the news, a red sports car stopped by the stall.
Many people who were eating supper looked over.
A young and beautiful girl with long hair waved to Song Yiran: "Darling! I'm here to pick you up! We agreed to be together tonight!"
Sweet voice, even soft cotton candy seemed to float in the air.
However, Lin Kesong shivered, and his goosebumps were about to fall into the plate.
"Here it is!" Song Yiran took out a few sheets of Grandpa Mao from his pocket and handed them to the boss, "If my friend still wants to eat, just keep making it for her!"
"no problem!"
Song Yiran got up, feeling a sense of "standing out of the crowd" among many ordinary citizens.
"Hey, brother, I'm leaving! Let's talk next time!"
Song Yiran opened the car door and kissed his current girlfriend, Chu Ting.
Chu Ting did not forget to demonstrate to Lin Kesong with provocative eyes.
After more than ten seconds, the sports car finally sped away, leaving Lin Kesong alone at the table.
She kind of regretted eating too much.
I want to vomit now.
He pursed his lips, preventing tears from falling.
The ghost wants to be your brother!
Is there any brother like me who carries the tissue paper you use all day long? Which brother is as patient as me to remember your Yingyingyanyan's names, phone numbers, and personality preferences? When your appendicitis hurts with snot and tears, which brother can take you to the hospital on a tricycle like me
It's not the women who wear short skirts, I love t-shirts!
They wear high heels, I always only have sneakers!
They spray perfume, do I use Liushen toilet water!
In Lin Kesong's mind, Taylor Swift's "You Belong With Me" began to play frantically. The scene where the green tea bitch kisses the male protagonist in the MV is surprisingly similar to the scene just now.
"Hey girl, do you want something to eat? Your friend has too much cash left."
The boss is a real man.
"Of course. Bring me a fried rice cake with sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus, prawns with salt and pepper, deboned chicken feet... all packaged!"
"okay!"
Damn, this guy is going to go to New York, if he can eat one meal, he will not eat for nothing!
The red sports car was parked in front of a hotel, Song Yiran pushed open the car door and straightened his collar, "It's too late, I'm going to bed, you should go to bed earlier too."
"What?" The girl in the car showed a surprised expression, "I didn't agree, let's be together tonight..."
"Chu Ting, what time do we have an appointment to meet?" Song Yiran asked with a smile, resting her hands on the door of the sports car.
"Ten o'clock at night."
"Then what time did you come to see me?"
"9:20... People want to see you sooner!"
Although Song Yiran was still smiling, Chu Ting faintly felt that the man was not happy.
Song Yiran is a talented person in the school, with good looks, many girls flock to him. Chu Ting liked Song Yiran for four years in college, and finally the other party agreed to her confession. Chu Ting felt that this month was the happiest time in her life.
Song Yiran did not have the arrogance of the rich children she imagined, on the contrary, she tolerated her petty temper and willfulness. This also made Chu Ting feel that the other party really liked her.
"But my good friend and I haven't finished our meal, and we haven't finished what we should say. You're very rude."
Chu Ting showed an aggrieved expression, pulled Song Yiran's sleeve and started to act like a spoiled child, "I just want to spend more time with you!"
Song Yiran's fingers flicked on Chu Ting's forehead: "I've already given a lot of time to be by your side. So every minute of my time with my friends becomes more precious, you understand. ?"
Chu Ting's tears rolled in her eyes, but she still held it back. This was the first time Song Yiran had spoken to her like this.
Is it more important to eat with an ordinary ordinary girl than to be with her
"I'm sorry. If your friend will be upset, let's invite her to dinner next time? I apologize to her!"
"See you next time then."
Song Yiran glanced at Chu Ting with the eyes of a child, and left with her pocket in her pocket.
Chu Ting was stunned, pounding the steering wheel angrily.
What a friend! Is it more important than a girlfriend
It's not like she hasn't heard of Lin Kesong. She has always been Song Yiran's little follower! From an ordinary family, a complete bumpkin! He also brought Song Yiran to eat at a roadside stall! What if Song Yiran has diarrhea!
Song Yiran is also true, if you want to make friends, you should have a background like her Chu Ting's family. What common topics can you have with that bumpkin!
She just couldn't get used to that Lin Ke Song, so she deliberately went to pick up Song Yiran early... But it seems that Song Yiran saw it
No, no... How could Song Yiran see that what he did was so natural
Song Yiran walked into the hotel room and lay down on the bed leisurely. He received a call.
"How is it now? Mr. Song?"
Listening to the voice, it was Song Yiran's friend Kevin Ann in New York.
"It's good. Lying in the hotel, you don't have to pretend to be a fool in front of my eldest brother. He promised to give me this little brother's living expenses every month!"
"If your eldest brother knew that you made a good living with the living expenses he gave, the expression on his face should be very wonderful. What about your sinister and cunning fourth uncle?"
"He said that I will always be his nephew. Even if my elder brother sends him abroad, he will continue to support me as always."
Song Yiran pulled the corners of his lips, the lazy smile disappeared, and it became a little sharper.
"When the entire Song family is hollowed out by your fourth uncle, it's time for your foolish eldest brother to be ousted by him. Ah, in the last futures trading, we grasped the direction and timing well, and made more than double the profit. When will you play again, Mr. Song?"
Song Yiran chuckled lightly: "Let's wait for the next time when the timing is right."
"By the way, when you come to New York this time, are you still completely different?"
Song Yiran was silent for a long time before he said, "How is the thing I asked you to do for me?"
"Of course it's done. It's just that if you want to take someone with you, you don't need to go around in such a big circle."
"Because I didn't ask her to come with me." Song Yiran looked at the bright ceiling and pulled the corners of her lips.
☆, late = kicked in the head
Lin Kesong came home with a lot of packaged food.
Along the way, her mood was complicated.
She couldn't remember how she got close to someone like Song Yiran? Logically, she and Song Yiran are people from two different worlds, and they don't get along at all.
It seems that since that time she took this guy to the hospital on a tricycle, he took him with him for everything to eat and drink.
Of course, he also "enslaved" her even more aggressively. For example, he clearly didn't like the food in the cafeteria, so she had to queue up to call him; he obviously had pockets, so he didn't always put napkins in her pockets; Lying on the table and texting the beautiful woman, he had to ask her to use the kettle to occupy his seat, so that the classmates who really wanted to study had no place.
After so many years, Lin Ke Song realized that his secret love for this guy never stopped.
"Oh... Mom... So I'm such a long-term lover?"
Lin Ke Song had to praise himself.
From junior high school to high school, Lin Kesong read all the famous schools in the city. The study pressure is very high, and the spirit is also very tense. I have to say that Song Yiran's appearance is not only eye-catching, but also gives Lin Kesong some spiritual sustenance. At least he gave Lin Kesong's middle school life some color.
However, most people's secret love is going to end in no end... and I am just one of most people.
Thinking of this, Lin Kesong was not so worried.
When Lin Kesong returned home, he suddenly found that her parents were sitting on the sofa with the TV off, as if they were waiting for her.
"Dad? Mom? What's wrong?"
Lin Kesong's heart was inexplicably uneasy.
Did I tell my mom yesterday that after she quit her third job, they decided they were going to have a family meeting to chastise her
"Crescent... Dad has something to discuss with you."
"Oh... what is it?" Lin Kesong put everything on the table and kept typing. If her father talked about resigning, how should she assure him that she would find a job within a month.
"Your uncle is a cook in New York, you know that."
"Yeah." Lin Kesong nodded.
Her uncle, Lin Feng (note: not the Lin Feng on TV), opened a small Chinese restaurant in New York with a friend. Uncle is the chef of the restaurant. I heard that the restaurant's operation should be good. Every time I come back for the New Year, my uncle seems very proud.
"Your uncle's restaurant is getting busier now. He really wants our family to help him. Didn't you just quit your job? He wants you to come and help."
"What help?" Lin Ke Song was a little bit unable to turn around.
"There are a lot of people washing dishes and serving dishes in the restaurant, but they are not family members. Your uncle is busy cooking in the back kitchen, so he can't control them at all. Your aunt died early, and your cousin is still studying and can't help. . You go to be a supervisor, watch the employees in the restaurant, and let them do their jobs well. It's as simple as that, your uncle pays you a very kind salary, and also includes food and clothing." From the father's inclination to speak, it is obviously hope she goes.
"Yeah, Croissant, didn't you study hotel management? It's just that you can go to your uncle to gain experience. You can also go to the United States to see and broaden your horizons. Your father and I both think it's pretty good. And... I and I Your dad thinks that if you can get used to it, you can find a suitable school for a master's degree. That way, when you go back to your country to find a job, maybe you won't run into walls everywhere."
New York... New York
Although there is a big gap between being a "supervisor" in my uncle's small restaurant and hotel management, it is very tempting for Lin Kesong to be able to make money and even study abroad. It's not that she doesn't understand her parents' expectations. Their real intention is not to ask her to go to work with her uncle, but to take this as an opportunity to come back with a degree there.
The family had just paid off the mortgage, so they didn't have much money to spare. It was barely enough to pay Lin Kesong's tuition, but the pressure was a bit overwhelming. What her parents meant was that they funded part of it, and the rest depended on her working with her uncle to earn money.
New York... That's the city Song Yiran will go to.
Song Yiran didn't say how long he would go there, maybe a year or two, maybe he would settle there.
Lin Kesong is ready to quit Song Yiran's life, but now has such an opportunity
Is this a lottery ticket from heaven, or does God want her to continue the "troubled and happy" life with Song Yiran
"Ke Song, you don't have to rush to make a decision, you can think about it. If you agree, your uncle will sponsor you as an employer, and there will be no problem with your visa."
"Okay, I'll think about it."
Tossing and turning in bed that night, she couldn't sleep at all. All I imagined in my mind were my life and Song Yiran's life in New York.
In the dream, Song Yiran wore the most ordinary jeans and a T-shirt, walked side by side with her on Broadway, strolled through Times Square, and looked at the Statue of Liberty in the distance.
His stomach was so stretched out that Lin Ke Song who had eaten too much still got up and vomited it all in the toilet. Sure enough, a sweet dream is like eating too much, barely holding on, and there will be no good results.
The next day, as Lin Kesong sat in front of the computer and started searching for everything about New York, the phone rang.
Seeing the name on the screen, Lin Kesong's almost accustomed heart skipped a beat.
"Hey, what's the matter?"
"You, an unemployed young woman, got up so early?"
Song Yiran's voice was leisurely and content, listening to Lin Kesong's ears was like warm sunlight shining on his body, and his brain reaction was even half a beat slower.
"Knowing that I'm unemployed and want to sleep in at home now, you still call me so early to harass me?"
"I'm just afraid that you'll be too full for breakfast and not have lunch. At noon, I'll see you at the Wave Hotel at twelve o'clock. I'll invite you to dinner."
It seemed that Song Yiran was going to continue his plan to feed her before he left.
I wonder what kind of expression he would have if told him that he was likely to go to New York too
"Okay, see you then. If you're late, I'll kick your head."
"I've always been punctual."
"Haha." Lin Kesong hung up the phone.
Song Yiran is indeed very punctual. It is said that no girlfriend complained about this guy being late for a date.
But not necessarily for Lin Kesong. I still remember that when "Avatar" was released, Lin Kesong managed to grab two tickets and asked Song Yiran to watch it. The guy was full of promises, and ended up sleeping until the end of the movie. If it weren't for the fact that his hair was messy, and it was obvious that he had come as soon as he woke up, Lin Ke Song would have punched his handsome face.
Also from that day on, no matter whether the two meet for dinner, sleep, or play games, etc... For eating, studying, or playing games, Lin Kesong has to tell each other not to be late.
Worried that the road would be too congested, Lin Kesong left an hour and a half early.
When he came to the Wave Hotel, looking at the tall door, Lin Kesong exhaled.
The decoration of this restaurant is retro and luxurious. I heard that the dishes are first-class, and many magazines say that if it has the level of three Michelin stars. Those who come and go here are naturally all people with heads and faces.
Before Lin Kesong stepped on the steps of the hotel, a bright black Bentley parked in front of the hotel.
The revolving door turned, and several middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes greeted them, their faces almost wrinkled with smiles.
The lobby manager and other waiters in the hotel all greeted him with a look of sincerity and fear.
"Oops! Mr. Jiang! Welcome!"
"The chairman of our Wave Hotel, Zhao Dong, has been waiting for you from the hotel this morning!"
Lin Kesong couldn't help looking over, thinking about who he was, and the battle to be greeted was quite big.
The bald Zhao Dong stepped forward in person, opened the door, and raised his hand against the Bentley's door, pouting his butt, for fear that the people inside would bump into it.
It's just that attitude... I really don't have a concierge in a straight red uniform...
First, the long legs in dark suit pants stepped out.
Just for this leg, Lin Kesong touched his chin: Not bad, high-quality sportsman! I don't know what the face looks like!
The so-called Mr. Jiang lowered his head slightly, got out of the car, stood up, and immediately raised his head above the bald Zhao Dong, who was over 1.85 meters tall! He slightly adjusted his collar, his movements were not as exaggerated as in idol dramas, but he seemed restrained and rigorous.
The spine is straight and the figure is elegant.
Have to like it.
All Lin Kesong could see was the other person's profile, but the sharp, chiseled outline and deep eyes still gave Lin Kesong a strong visual impact.
It's just that the other party didn't have any expression, and his expression also seemed indifferent.
He didn't know that he was holding something in his hand, and he flicked it gently, as if the silver light was broken, and then joined together.
"thanks."
His voice was cold, and in Lin Kesong's heart, the blood flow in the whole body seemed to slow down.
That "thank you" was just polite, not sincere.
When the slender pole in his hand tapped rhythmically on the ground, Lin Kesong realized that the other party's eyes were invisible.
When that Zhao Dong was about to go to support him, another young man who got out of the same car stopped him.
"Director Zhao, Mr. Jiang can take care of himself."
It means that there is no need for Zhao Dong to help Mr. Jiang with the gesture of supporting the Empress Dowager Cixi.
Mr. Jiang didn't speak, but all the people who came out to greet him instantly retreated to both sides. After his blind stick hit the revolving door, he waited silently for two seconds, and when the space turned out, he walked in.
☆, taking the blame + complaining + looking for abuse = brother
Lin Kesong tilted his head, can a blind stick be so useful? Doesn't he worry about pinching himself
Even Lin Kesong, who can see, is occasionally caught by the revolving door.
However, Lin Kesong didn't look at the handsome man and got carried away. After all, the man's demeanor and steps showed a coolness, and he looked at him more, and his heart was relieved.
Lin Kesong entered the hotel, only to know that Song Yiran had reserved a small box. After entering the room with the graceful waiter in cheongsam, I realized how special this small box is. It is located on the highest floor of the hotel, with three walls of floor-to-ceiling glass on all four sides, providing a perfect view of the street.
Lin Kesong rubbed the tip of his nose, Song Yiran's brain wasn't broken, right
Do you need to book a box like this if you invite her to dinner
"Is this box expensive?"
Although this question is vulgar, Lin Ke Song decided to ask it.
"The service fee for the box is 10% of the meal fee."
"… "
Sure enough, Song Yiran was burning money again.
At this moment, the door was opened again, and the sound of high heels and chatter and laughter came.
Lin Kesong suddenly had a bad feeling.
When Chu Ting appeared in front of Lin Kesong holding Song Yiran in his arms, Lin Kesong's stomach began to churn again.
"Crescent! You are here so early!"
Chu Ting's sweet voice sounded, and there was a kind of femininity in the softness that made people feel pity.
No wonder Song Yiran hasn't broken up with her because of her urgency.
Lin Kesong suddenly felt that his thoughts were very inauthentic.
"Yeah. The traffic will be congested during mealtime. I'm afraid I won't be able to get on the subway, so I got there early."
"The subway is better. It's not like me and Yiran are stuck on the third ring road. Do you know what he said to me?"
As soon as she came up, Chu Ting took Lin Kesong's hand, making her feel a little uncomfortable with her intimacy.
"Oh, what did he say?"
"Haha, he said that if he was late again, Croissant would kick his head off!"
Lin Kesong's forehead creaked. Is this what she said to him, does it need to be relayed to others
"I just said how could it be possible. But when he said that, it made me nervous. I was afraid that I would be late. But I didn't expect you to arrive first? Didn't you wait for a long time? Don't you get angry?"
Although it was just a joking tone, Chu Ting also had a sincere expression, but Lin Kesong felt strange in her heart.
"How can I be angry listening to his nonsense?"
The three sat down, and Song Yiran handed over the power of ordering to the two ladies present.
And Chu Ting handed Lin Kesong the tablet to order food.
"Ke Song, you can order whatever you want. You're welcome! Yesterday, I meant to invite you to dinner and wanted to talk to you about his going to study abroad, but I didn't expect that I went early and scanned your letter. I'm sorry to tell you here! But Yiran said, you have a boyish personality, so you shouldn't be mad at me, right?"
"Ah... No." Lin Ke Song glared at Song Yiran.
What are you talking about in front of your girlfriend
Song Yiran just smiled lazily, as if he was happy to see his "brother" and his girlfriend so harmonious.
"Then let's order!"
Lin Kesong was suffocating in his heart. Originally, when she was looking forward to seeing Song Yiran, she told him that she might also go to New York.
But now, it's like eating fly shit.
However, Lin Kesong quickly thought about it. Water-like girlfriend, iron brother!
It's not interesting at all to care about this with Song Yiran, a guy with a brain.
So, she ordered something like Alaskan king crab, sea cucumber soup, black truffle and foie gras...
After ordering, Chu Ting and Lin Kesong turned to New York after a few chats.
For example, the origin of the name of the city of New York, what well-known luxury brands are there in New York, Wall Street in New York...
Lin Kesong couldn't put in a word, so he simply took out his mobile phone and browsed the web page by himself.
Until the shark fin soup was brought to the table.
Chu Ting has a very ladylike temperament.
"The sea cucumber soup at the Wave Hotel is delicious."
After Lin Kesong took two sips in a row, he put down the spoon.
"What's the matter? Croissant? Are you not used to drinking it? Why don't you change to Xueha soup? It's nourishing and sweet, you should like it."
Chu Ting looked very concerned, but why did Lin Kesong feel strange
"Don't drink it if it doesn't taste good." Song Yiran got up, stretched out his arms, and removed the soup in front of Lin Kesong.
"Hey… "
The waiter in the box quickly stepped forward and helped remove the soup.
"I don't want it anymore." Song Yiran said, "Can you make hot and sour soup here?"
"...Although this recipe is not listed, Mr. Song is our VIP here. We can ask the back chef to make a special one for you."
Chu Ting tugged at Song Yiran's sleeve, "How can there be hot and sour soup in such a restaurant? Don't make it difficult for others!"
Of course, Chu Ting knew who Song Yiran ordered the hot and sour soup for, which made her face shame!
"Yeah, you don't need to drink hot and sour soup here!" Lin Kesong also felt embarrassed.
Song Yiran patted Chu Ting's hand indifferently, and said with a smile, "You don't know how flexible Ke Song's tongue is. Once I went to the small restaurant opposite the school with her for dinner, and she said it smelled strange after only two bites. Don't eat it. Later, you know what happened, the owner of that restaurant was arrested for using waste oil."
"...But this is a high-end restaurant, it's impossible to use waste oil..."
The Wave Hotel was chosen by Chu Ting. Song Yiran said so, how embarrassing it was for her.
"Actually, it's me. I haven't eaten hot and sour soup for a long time, and I suddenly want to eat it." Song Yiran replied with a smile.
Chu Ting had no choice but to nod.
Not long after, Song Yiran's phone rang, he glanced at the number and walked out of the box.
If Lin Ke Song guessed correctly, it should be Song Yiran's eldest brother. The most troublesome thing for a rich family is that brothers fight against each other. Song Yiran suddenly went to the United States to study, and it was estimated that he was forced away by his elder brother.
"Ke Song, I really envy you. Yi Ran cares about you very much."
"Ah? Is there any?" Lin Kesong said in his heart that Chu Ting was probably going to have a showdown with her.
"Of course there is. But fortunately he only considers you a brother, otherwise I'd be jealous."
Chu Ting smiled sweetly, but the goosebumps on Lin Kesong's arm arose.
Start, start!
This is not the first time Lin Kesong has encountered such a situation. If you keep pretending not to understand, how will Chu Ting react
Lin Kesong suddenly became ill-intentioned.
"Yeah. When I was in college, our classmates went out to stay up all night, Brother K. Obviously I occupied a sofa to sleep, this guy insisted on squeezing with me, and if he said good friends, he would share it with him. Sharing a ghost! I kicked him down with one kick, hahaha! Fortunately, Chu Ting, you have a big heart, otherwise I would be embarrassed if you misunderstood something. Who wants that guy to be heartless!"
Chu Ting's face became more and more ugly.
Lin Kesong laughed wildly in his heart.
But laugh after laugh, as the saying goes, it is better to demolish a temple than destroy a family. Although Chu Ting and Song Yiran are not married yet, her crush on Song Yiran is her Lin Kesong's own business, and she has never thought about dividing the relationship between Song Yiran and Chu Ting.
It's just that Chu Ting couldn't help it before Lin Kesong could persuade her with kind words.
"With all due respect, Croissant. I don't care that you are friends with Yiran. With the golden key of Yiran, you can find a lot of sense of achievement here, so I am close to you, which I can understand. It's just that Maybe a lot of his considerate behavior will make you have some meaningless thoughts, which will not benefit you and will make him distressed."
Lin Kesong burst into laughter in his heart. It turns out that Song Yiran is looking for a "sense of achievement" here
Then I called him a social moth every day, a brainless rich second-generation, a scumbag, and had so many girlfriends that he was so careful about some incurable disease, how could Song Yiran still find a sense of accomplishment? Really big brains!
"Chu Ting, please forgive me. When it comes to dating, the most taboo thing is to be suspicious. Song Yiran and I have known each other for ten years. Three years in junior high school, three years in high school, and four years in college. If we really have something, now Something has already happened. He regards me as a friend who bears the blame for him, makes complaints about him, and seeks abuse. I know his secrets. If I wanted to be with him, I would have done it long ago. What do you think? "
Chu Ting's mouth froze.
Lin Kesong thought to himself that he had a crush on this guy for ten years, and he never confessed, but he could bear it.
Ten years of "Ninja Turtles", if there are another ten years, Lin Kesong feels that he will become an immortal!
Friends are the safest distance.
Isn't there a saying, "Women are like clothes, and brothers are like siblings". Song Yiran regarded her as her brother, but in fact she felt very happy.
He is his hands and feet, how ruthless must he be to cut off his own hands and feet
Lin Kesong held the cup and touched Chu Ting's cup.
"Bless you