"Where to sign?"
Jiang Qianfan raised his hand, but Lin Kesong stopped, not knowing whether he should touch him or not.
It wasn't until Jiang Qianfan's brows furrowed that Lin Kesong quickly took the pen handed over by the police officer, put it into Jiang Qianfan's hand, held his finger, and came to the place where he signed.
"right here."
Jiang Qianfan moved his hands. He signed it in English, and the font was elegant. Lin Kesong blinked, it was very similar to the annotations on her books.
Could it be that those labels were really written by Jiang Qianfan
The cool night wind swept the hair in front of Jiang Qianfan's forehead, as soft as the endless waves.
She once felt that Jiang Qianfan's profile was like a cold cliff, but at this moment there was an inexplicable loneliness.
The police have left and Li Yan has been taken away, and he will face serious prosecution.
Jiang Qianfan turned around.
Without the blind stick, he walked to the door, hesitated for a while, and suddenly said, "Lin Kesong, come here."
"what?"
Lin Kesong hurried to his side. But she never expected that Jiang Qianfan would raise his palm.
"Where's your shoulder?"
"Here..." Lin Kesong carefully clasped Jiang Qianfan's arm and placed it on his shoulder.
His palm was warm, a reassuring temperature.
"go back."
"Oh."
Lin Kesong walked up the stairs slowly, and Jiang Qianfan followed behind her.
"Close the door and remember to arm."
His voice came from behind, so close, she always had the illusion that the breath of the other party when he was talking lingered on the back of her neck.
She set the password as he said. As you walk, make sure all doors and windows are closed.
The window near the kitchen had been smashed, and the night wind was blowing in, and the curtains fluttered in the wind like ghostly skirts.
If Jiang Qianfan was not behind her, Lin Kesong felt that he would be scared to death.
"You said just now that you found Li Yan in the kitchen?"
"um, yes."
Lin Kesong also thought it was strange. If Li Yan resented Jiang Qianfan for mercilessly forcing him away, he could have gone to Jiang Qianfan's bedroom to make trouble, why did he go to the kitchen
"Go back to the kitchen and have a look."
"it is good."
Lin Kesong opened the kitchen door and walked in with Jiang Qianfan.
"You take a good look, especially the place where Li Yan stayed just now, is there anything special?"
"it is good!"
Lin Kesong stood on tiptoe, turned sideways, and seemed to see something in the corner.
She stepped on the shelf and wanted to climb up like Li Yan, but her height was still a little short.
"Mr. Jiang, there seems to be something! But I can't reach it!"
After speaking, Lin Kesong only felt that someone was holding her lower back. Before she could react, she was picked up and sat on Jiang Qianfan's shoulder.
At that moment, she almost didn't scream, she was nervous and held Jiang Qianfan's head.
"Why are you panicking, I won't let you fall."
His voice was still cool, but she could clearly feel his strength holding her down.
Lin Kesong carefully let go of Jiang Qianfan and tried to stretch out his hand.
"Mr. Jiang, please stay to the left."
Lin Kesong's fingers grabbed the little black thing, pulled it hard, and pulled it down.
"Okay! Mr. Jiang! I got it!"
Lin Kesong thought that Jiang Qianfan would put her down directly, but unexpectedly, he took two steps back. First, he supported Lin Kesong's waist, and almost held her to place her at a height similar to his own.
His hands supported her, as if she had no weight at all for him.
This was the closest Lin Kesong had ever been to Jiang Qianfan. Her gaze was almost parallel to Jiang Qianfan's, and she could see his noble forehead, his eyebrows and even his elegant eyelashes too clearly.
When she reacted, Jiang Qianfan had already put her on the table.
"Where's the stuff?" He held out his hand to her.
He leaned forward, one hand still beside her.
His slightly turned face looked like a prelude to a kiss.
Lin Kesong swallowed and pressed the thing into the opponent's palm.
Jiang Qianfan straightened up and left her.
The aura that enveloped her was gone, making people feel inexplicably disappointed.
Jiang Qianfan touched the black thing with his fingers and pressed it back on the table.
"Is that a miniature camera?" Lin Kesong has only seen this kind of thing on TV.
"Yes."
"What is Li Yan doing with a miniature camera in the kitchen?"
Lin Kesong didn't understand at all. Shouldn't this Li Yan be a pervert? For example, infatuated with Jiang Qianfan's attitude when cooking
He was really handsome when he was working methodically in the kitchen in the white clothes of the chef... So Li Yan, who has worked by Jiang Qianfan for more than a year, has not resisted the temptation to be psychopathic
Thinking of this, Lin Kesong has to say that his brain hole seems to be too big...
"I'm constantly exploring and coming up with new dishes in this kitchen."
When Jiang Qianfan said this, Lin Kesong suddenly woke up.
"So Li Yan filmed the entire cooking process of the new dish here, so he can sell it to other restaurants, right? Especially to your competitors in the industry! He thinks this will hit you, right? "
"Yes."
Originally listening to Li Yan's meaning, Jiang Qianfan forced him away, and she had a little sympathy for Li Yan.
But now it seems that Li Yan is not right at all.
Jiang Qianfan just saw this, so he asked him to leave.
"Then let's see if there are other cameras!"
"No. Wait until Mel comes back." Jiang Qianfan's hand suddenly reached out, brushing the hair from Lin Kesong's forehead, "What about you?"
"Me? What's wrong with me?"
Pressed by his palm, Lin Kesong raised his head subconsciously.
"Why did you come to the kitchen when you didn't sleep in the room?"
Lin Kesong was dumbfounded.
Big ice cubes! Don't turn your head so fast, okay
We've only just survived the catastrophe! Shouldn't everyone be celebrating by opening a can of beer
Lin Kesong had to think about a more reasonable reason... For example, sleepwalking
"Remember what I said to you, don't lie."
"I'm hungry… "
Lin Kesong said pitifully.
"So you're here to find something to eat."
"Yes. But I just want to come and get a banana or a tomato!" Lin Kesong wanted to reduce his crime index to a minimum.
"What do you want to eat?"
Jiang Qianfan asked suddenly.
Lin Kesong was dumbfounded, tilted his head and asked, "Are you going to do it for me?"
"I want a bowl of noodles, and I can give you soup."
After speaking, Jiang Qianfan turned around, opened the refrigerator, and took out the mushrooms and a piece of pork.
Lin Kesong laughed, and she began to make up her mind that Jiang Qianfan was going to cook noodles for her!
"Still not going to boil water?" Jiang Qianfan's face turned to her.
Lin Kesong jumped off the table, and according to Jiang Qianfan's instructions, filled the pot with one-third of the water and heated it on the stove.
"Come and see."
Jiang Qianfan said to Lin Kesong while putting on an apron for himself.
His apron is simple, without any lace, white to flawless. Ordinary men may feel like a family man when they wear an apron, but Jiang Qianfan seems to be very professional, and his gestures are full of convincing aura.
Lin Kesong came to his side.
Jiang Qianfan lowered his face, put his fingers on the shiitake mushrooms, and pressed the pulp of his fingers slightly, "Each ingredient has its own unique texture and texture. Some ingredients must be cut according to specific rules to keep them in good condition. The texture of the ingredients before the pot will not be damaged, and it will retain its most delicious taste. For example, mushrooms, do you see its texture?"
"Saw."
Jiang Qianfan cut a few slices on the shiitake mushroom, divided it into several sections, and then turned the cut shiitake mushroom over.
Only then did Lin Kesong discover that the shiitake mushroom was cut along the lines in it.
"Mushrooms, cutting it along the grain, preserves their elasticity as much as possible."
"Yeah." Lin Kesong nodded.
But her eyes were always focused on Jiang Qianfan's fingers, which were slender and graceful, even those superficial and thin scars did not appear incomplete or ferocious, on the contrary, they had a different kind of beauty.
"Come and try."
I don't know if it was the whimper of boiling water not far away, but Jiang Qianfan's voice softened a lot in Lin Kesong's ears.
Following Jiang Qianfan's method, she observed the texture of the mushrooms before cutting them open.
After cutting them, Jiang Qianfan pushed them aside without even looking at them.
"Aren't you going to check it?" Lin Kesong asked, leaning over his head.
"You're not stupid. The water is already boiling, put your face down, remember to stir with chopsticks, and don't stick to the pot."
"Oh! Got it!"
Lin Kesong laughed twice, is that "you're not stupid" a compliment
Jiang Qianfan raised his hand, took another chopping board, and put the pork on it.
"Pork is fragile when cut horizontally, and it gets old when cut vertically, so when you cut pork, it's best to cut it diagonally along the grain."
Jiang Qianfan switched to another knife and gently stroked the surface of the pork with his fingers. Lin Kesong knew that he was feeling the texture of pork.
He deliberately slowed down his movements so that Lin Ke Song could clearly see the angle at which the blade touched the pork.
Lines of uniform shredded meat were cut along the blade, and Lin Kesong was full of curiosity about Jiang Qianfan in his heart. Although Meier said that Jiang Qianfan had been in retreat for eight years in order to return to the cooking world, even so, when his knife cut through the pork without hesitation, Lin Kesong still felt that everything was like a miracle.
"Come and try."
"Ah... me... "
Lin Kesong thought that what she cut would definitely be in various ways, thick and thin, which definitely did not conform to Jiang Qianfan's aesthetics.
But when Lin Kesong picked up the knife and lowered his head to observe the texture of the pork, Jiang Qianfan came behind her.
His left hand gently covered Lin Kesong's fingers, the fingertips were parallel to hers, and his right hand held the kitchen knife together with Lin Kesong.
Lin Kesong's shoulders suddenly became tense.
Because she realized that she was almost held in her arms by the other party. This is a very small world, only a square inch of land. As long as she turned slightly to the side, she would bump into the person behind her. So she could only shrink herself carefully, as if afraid of disturbing the other's world.
"Why are you nervous? I won't let your fingers get cut."
Jiang Qianfan's voice was calm and cold as always.
But Lin Kesong's shoulders gradually relaxed. She didn't know how he did it, as if he could feel a little bit of her emotion
Jiang Qianfan led her to paddle. She originally thought that his swordsmanship should be very powerful, but it was unexpectedly light.
As the blade slid, she could feel the subtle feeling of the flesh cracking against the blade. How does each line withstand the passing of the blade, and how does the shredded meat fall.
It was as if she had entered Jiang Qianfan's world where all her senses were multiplied.
Everything became amazing.
"That's the angle, did you remember it?"
"Yes, I wrote it down." Lin Kesong nodded.
Jiang Qianfan let go of his hand and started to heat the pot.
Lin Kesong stood aside, carefully observing his movements.
The pot was already hot, so instead of pouring oil, he poured the shiitake mushrooms into the pot and stir-fry, forcing the water out of the shiitake mushrooms and putting them on a plate for later use.
Then, he put in the oil and waited patiently for more than ten seconds before putting in the shredded pork.
His stir-frying method is very special, as if every inch of shredded pork dances and dances between his shovels. Lin Kesong stood on tiptoe, watching when the color of the meat had not completely turned white, the garlic slices and minced ginger were poured in, the sizzling sound was accompanied by the strong fragrance, and Lin Kesong's stomach became even more hungry.
She gulped down her saliva, but Jiang Qianfan said, "Don't you eat a lot at night?"
Lin Kesong touched his stomach and smiled embarrassedly: "I have a good digestive function."
Jiang Qianfan didn't say much. He poured the prepared mushrooms into the pot and said, "Take three ice cubes and add them to the soup pot."
"Ah? Why?"
Although Lin Ke Song did as he did, he still couldn't help but question.
"To make the face more elastic."
It was so!
After the face boiled for the second time, Jiang Qianfan said, "Take the noodles out."
Lin Kesong did as she did, and when she put the noodles into the bowl, she realized that the amount was only enough for one person!
Jiang Qianfan poured the fried shredded shiitake mushrooms and the soup on the noodles, took chopsticks, and neatly stirred the noodles and vegetables.
"Eat."
He pushed the bowl of noodles in front of Lin Kesong.
"Aren't you going to eat it? This bowl of noodles is just for me?" No matter how Lin Kesong thought about it, he felt that it was incredible that this big ice cube would be specially made for himself.
"I don't eat supper."
"Ah... why are you being so kind to me..." Lin Ke Song felt grateful for the other party for the first time.
"As a reward you didn't escape alone, remember to come back to me."
Lin Kesong twitched the corners of his mouth, will you die if you say "thank you"
But the bowl of noodles in front of me is so fragrant, it's just a bowl of noodles with mushrooms and shredded pork. How can it be so fragrant
"I won't have to say what ingredients I used after I finish eating, right?"
If you can't say it, you will keep cooking noodles for me until my belly bursts with noodles
"Don't you see clearly what material I used? Why do you need to tell me what it is?"
Jiang Qianfan's tone was the same as usual, but his slightly frowning brow revealed the subtext: Are you an idiot
Lin Kesong's heart was relieved, and his stomach was even more hungry.
She picked up a chopstick and was about to put it in her mouth, when the man sitting opposite her suddenly raised his hand and pressed her forehead accurately, making her face rise. The noodles that were finally picked up fell back into the bowl.
His palm was still on her forehead.
Lin Kesong was inexplicably nervous, "What... what's wrong?"
"So hot noodles, you put it in your mouth like this, don't you want your tongue?"
Lin Kesong looked at Jiang Qianfan's lips foolishly, the tip of his tongue was looming, and every stroke moved her mood.
She hadn't thought that he would touch her.
Li Yan said he didn't like others touching him, and Mel told her the same thing.
But why, that rule seemed to be broken, he touched her more than once today.
"I... I'll blow..."
Lin Kesong took a deep breath, lowered her head, picked up her face, and blew it many times. After she was sure it was really cold, she put it in her mouth.
Jiang Qianfan had already brought the cloth towel and started wiping the countertop and tidying up the cooking utensils.
Lin Kesong couldn't help looking at each other while eating.
When he was tidying up the kitchen, everything came naturally, and Lin Kesong didn't believe that he couldn't see anything.
And such proficiency depends entirely on his understanding of this place.
Only then did Lin Kesong realize that there were thin lines on all the countertops, and every seasoning or knife was placed in the place planned by these lines. Lin Kesong finally understood that as long as these things were in their designated locations, Jiang Qianfan would be able to remember where they were and cook like a normal person.
It took Jiang Qianfan less than three minutes to tidy up everything in the kitchen. From Lin Kesong's point of view, everything is shining brightly.
She thought he would say in a cold voice that after eating, remember to clean up the dishes and so on and leave, but he sat down beside Lin Kesong.
Everything was quiet, only the sound of Lin Kesong eating noodles remained.
Lin Kesong was stunned when he brought the first mouthful of noodles into his mouth. It's just a very home-made shredded pork noodle with mushrooms, but it has such a fragrant taste.
The fresh aroma of shredded pork and the taste of shiitake mushrooms, ginger, and garlic blend together, becoming very intriguing, and the warm feeling pours from the tip of the tongue to the bottom of the heart.
The noodles are also springy, with a light egg and buckwheat aroma.
All this made Lin Ke Song want to eat all these noodles in one go.
But Jiang Qianfan was sitting opposite her.
These days, Lin Kesong has deeply understood how amazing Jiang Qianfan's hearing is. Moreover, his dining etiquette has always been elegant. He must feel very uncomfortable when he hears her squeaking noise when she eats noodles
So she could only resist the happiness of eating noodles, pick up a few noodles, and put them in her mouth with special care not to make any noise.
While eating, Lin Kesong looked up at Jiang Qianfan.
What is the big ice cube sitting here doing? And let people not eat noodles well
Jiang Qianfan leaned slightly against the table and turned his face sideways. Lin Kesong's gaze followed his deep eyes, came to his chin, traced his slack shoulders along his neck, and finally stopped at the cuff of his unbuttoned shirt, which was neatly folded, and stopped at his shoulders. on the forearm.
Lin Kesong turned his face away subconsciously.
Because at that moment, she had an urge, she wanted to rip Jiang Qianfan's shirt off to see his expression other than indifference and alienation.
Such an idea is so perverted!
"Is there any problem with the face?" Jiang Qianfan asked suddenly.
"No! No problem! The deliciousness is about to explode!"
Why does he feel that there is a problem with his face? The biggest problem is that it is so delicious that she is too embarrassed to eat it!
"The sound of your noodles doesn't sound like 'Delicious about to explode' anymore."
Jiang Qianfan's hand reached out and covered Lin Kesong's forearm.
At that moment, Lin Kesong became nervous and stiff, not knowing what to do.
However, Jiang Qianfan's palm slowly descended along her arm and came to her wrist.
This was the first time that Lin Ke Song could feel the other person's fingertips so clearly. It was a warm touch completely different from his indifference.
He took the chopsticks from her hands and leaned down toward her.
As he got closer, Lin Ke Song felt the air inexplicably quivered, and even his fine eyelashes were like wings that were about to move, and the shadows left on the eyelids were so vaguely sad.
He picked up the noodles in the bowl and put it in his mouth.
"There is no problem with the noodles. The taste is also correct. Is there a problem with the mushrooms or the shredded pork?" Jiang Qianfan turned his face in Lin Kesong's direction.
She felt the premonition of falling in his eyes.
"Where's the mushroom?" Jiang Qianfan asked with a slight frown.
"I... I'll help you clip."
Lin Ke Song carefully took the chopsticks from the opponent's hand, picked up a piece of shiitake mushroom, and brought it to his lips.
Lin Kesong once felt that his lips were cold and solemn, always pursed, making people nervous. But at this moment, she discovered that he has beautiful lip lines, and when he opened it slightly, it was too tiring to make people want to shout.
When Lin Kesong gently put the mushroom between his teeth, she could feel the moment when the tip of his tongue came up.
She had to hold her breath, the tip of Jiang Qianfan's tongue seemed to pass over her heart, and the tiniest cells in her body were shaking.
"Mushrooms are fine too. Is the shredded pork bad?"
He was obsessed with trying to figure out what was wrong with the shredded pork noodles with mushrooms.
But Lin Kesong suddenly realized that she had just used these chopsticks!
Why didn't Jiang Qianfan react!
If he suddenly thought of it, would he directly stab her to death with these chopsticks
However, she could only bite the bullet and pick up the shredded meat and put it into his mouth.
I have to say, the gesture of waiting with his chin raised slightly is really cute. Even the stern chin has become childish.
"There is no problem with shredded pork, what do you think is not delicious?"
Jiang Qianfan frowned.