"There's nothing wrong with it! This is the best noodles I've ever eaten!"
Lin Kesong quickly explained.
If Jiang Qianfan's noodles are not delicious, what else is delicious
Jiang Qianfan's brows were still frowning.
"I'm just... just..."
Lin Kesong remembered that Jiang Qianfan had said not to lie to him, but it was really embarrassing to tell the truth or something.
"You just what?"
"It's just that I'm afraid of making a sound, and you'll think I'm not eating well."
Jiang Qianfan raised his hand, held his chin, and covered his lips with his fingers, turning his face to the side, as if thinking about something.
Lin Kesong looked at each other nervously.
Until he spoke again: "This is just a bowl of noodles, and this is just my kitchen, not a western restaurant that requires formal dress."
This was Jiang Qianfan's unhurried tone, with a slightly cold voice as always, but Lin Ke Song seemed to see a slight smile on the corner of his lips under his fingers.
The heart is like a page of a book swept by the wind, gently swaying and bending.
Lin Kesong lowered his head and took a big mouthful.
"Well-"
It's so cool!
All the flavours fill the mouth with the slippery noodles.
Lin Kesong ate the whole bowl of noodles in almost a minute.
She closed her eyes contentedly and exhaled.
Touching his stomach, Lin Kesong leaned against the chair and didn't want to get up.
When her eyes opened a slit, Jiang Qianfan was looking in her direction. She had the illusion that he could see it.
The world was much clearer in his eyes than anyone else had imagined.
Lin Kesong sat up, washed the dishes and put them on the strainer.
"Let's go." Jiang Qianfan then got up, his fingers supported the edge of the table, and after determining the space and direction, he walked out without hesitation.
Jiang Qianfan returned to his room first, opened the door, and walked in.
When the door closed, Lin Kesong looked at the long and dark corridor with an inexplicable fear in his heart.
She stood where she was, nostalgic for the shimmering light from the crack of Jiang Qianfan's door.
And in front of the road, it seems that something will suddenly jump out at any time.
The more Lin Kesong walked forward, the more inexplicably imaginative and worried he became.
Maybe, when she just came to that corner, someone would suddenly jump out? Or when she opened the door and found someone hiding behind the door? Or what would sneak out of the closet when she fell asleep
In the dark, her imagination stretched infinitely.
She knew that this was frightening herself, but she still couldn't stop imagining.
Forget it, rush back to your room in one breath, check the bed, closet, and bathroom, lock them all, and then listen to music with headphones to sleep!
At this moment, Jiang Qianfan's door suddenly opened.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
"I... was leaving..."
Lin Kesong thought to himself, he didn't make any sound, could it be against the rules to stand at his door for a few more seconds
Jiang Qianfan just held the door with one hand, but did not speak.
Lin Kesong has a feeling of being completely seen through.
She knew that Jiang Qianfan was waiting for her to tell the truth.
"I... I'm a little scared. Your house is too big and quiet... If there are people like Li Yan hiding somewhere in this house, don't we know?"
"Li Yan used to be my assistant, he knows the code to disarm. Others don't get in so easily. If you're scared, sleep on my sofa. When Mel comes back tomorrow, I'll let him recheck the security here. system."
Lin Kesong thinks that he has heard it wrong
"You mean, let me sleep on your couch tonight?"
"Are you sleeping on my sofa the first day?"
After Jiang Qianfan finished speaking, he turned around and left the door to Lin Kesong.
She was overjoyed, if she was alone in the room, she would definitely be cranky and trembling!
"There are spare pillows and quilts in the cupboard, you can take them yourself. No snoring, no grinding, and no sleep talk."
After Jiang Qianfan said "Three Nos", he lifted the quilt, lay in and turned his back.
Lin Kesong could only see the back of his head and a small section of his neck where the quilt was exposed.
After finding the pillow and putting on the quilt, Lin Kesong went to the sofa, which was much more comfortable than the last time!
She sneaked out her phone and saw a text message from Song Yiran.
Song Yiran: Good night.
Lin Kesong: Good night! There's a bad guy in this house! The police just came to take him away!
Lin Kesong thought that this guy had fallen asleep, but within three seconds, her phone began to vibrate.
She was shocked, Jiang Qianfan must have heard it with his hearing. She quickly turned off Song Yiran's phone.
Lin Kesong: I'm going to sleep now, I'm so sleepy!
Song Yiran: Lin Kesong, you are dead, how dare you hang up my phone!
Lin Kesong: Then you bite me!
Song Yiran: You still have the strength to ask me to bite you. It seems that you are fine.
Lin Kesong: I can beat you down, what can happen
Song Yiran: You must be too scared to sleep right now.
Lin Kesong: How do you know
Song Yiran: You have a little bit of urine. Watching a copycat ghost movie can make you afraid to go to the toilet at night.
Lin Kesong: Haha, I'm not afraid, I sleep with my master!
Song Yiran: Is your master a woman
When Lin Kesong saw these words, he suddenly realized... Even if Jiang Qianfan could not see, he was still a man.
It's just that Lin Kesong knew that Jiang Qianfan was a decent person and that he was still her own mentor, so she didn't think about other aspects at all.
Lin Kesong: My master is on the bed, and I sleep on Master's sofa! I have master to protect me, good night! There is so much to learn tomorrow! Bye-Bye!
Lin Kesong lifted a corner of the quilt, looked in Jiang Qianfan's direction, made sure that he hadn't even moved, and then let out a breath.
At this moment, Song Yiran got up from the bed, put on a suit, came to the windowsill, and lit a cigarette.
He looked at the last text message from Lin Kesong on the phone, and subconsciously pressed down the word "protect" with his fingers.
Early the next morning, Lin Kesong was woken up by Nina.
Jiang Qianfan had already woken up.
Today's breakfast is slightly different from yesterday's, but it is still nutritionally balanced. Without Mel reading today's news with a tablet on the side, the atmosphere of the entire dining table seemed very quiet.
But the fish fillet porridge is too delicious, and even the fish-flavored fried noodles has a very delicate taste.
"Today I will send you to a high-end western restaurant owned by Jiang's, where you will practice cutting ingredients. Chef Elise Quentin will supervise you personally."
Lin Kesong raised his head, "Elise Quentin?"
Didn't Jiang Qianfan teach her personally? She still remembered how he felt when he held her hand and taught her to cut shredded pork in person last night, and she still remembered every nuance to this day.
And the name "Elise" sounds like a woman
"No matter how much theory I teach you, what you need is practice."
"I see." Lin Kesong lowered his head, inexplicably, the breakfast in front of him no longer tasted as good as before.
Jiang Qianfan turned his face slightly, and gently leaned his spoon against the bowl: "Your voice sounds very disappointed."
Lin Kesong really wanted to say nothing, but it was best not to hide his thoughts in front of Jiang Qianfan, he would find out after a little hesitation.
"Because you are my mentor, I thought you were the only one to teach me."
"You can indeed practice cutting ingredients in the kitchen here, but only the two of us can't finish the cut ingredients. Moreover, in the back kitchen of a restaurant, facing the pressure of passing dishes, your progress will be even higher. Quick. Elise Quentin is one of the most skilled chefs in all the restaurants under the Jiang family. She is an expert in breaking down ingredients."
Lin Kesong always thought that Jiang Qianfan was arbitrary, and everyone just had to follow his ideas.
But he opened his mouth to explain to Lin Kesong.
"What do you think of today's fish-flavored fried noodles?" Jiang Qianfan asked.
"It's delicious! Not only is the noodles elastic, but even the shredded pork is very tender! The sweetness is just right, and it won't make people feel tired! I didn't like green peppers at first, but today's green peppers are not annoying. The raw flavor! This is the best fish-flavored pork fried noodles I've ever had!"
"Yesterday you said that the noodles with mushrooms and shredded pork are delicious. Today, you said that the fried noodles with shredded pork with fish flavor is the best you have ever eaten. Do you like to use these exaggerated expressions?"
Lin Kesong was stunned there.
Fish-flavored pork fried noodles are mostly made by Nina. She now praises that the fried noodles with fish-flavored pork is the best, which sounds like it exceeds the layout made by Jiang Qianfan last night - does this also make him unhappy
How should she explain it. If it's true that both kinds of noodles are delicious, it means that Nina and Jiang Qianfan have similar cooking skills. But if last night's noodles were more delicious, Jiang Qianfan would definitely hear that she was lying!
Nina, Nina! Why do you make such delicious fried noodles! No matter what I eat, it feels perfect!
It's hard to be human!
It's even harder to be Jiang Qianfan's apprentice!
"If Elise thinks you've studied hard enough today, I'll teach you how to make Yuxiang Shredded Pork Fried Noodles tonight."
Jiang Qianfan lowered his head and continued to drink porridge, and everything returned to normal.
Lin Kesong's mind went around in a circle, and suddenly realized a question: Jiang Qianfan preached to her about fried noodles with fish flavor, didn't he say... The fried noodles she ate were actually made by Jiang Qianfan
But how is this possible!
Where does the master get up early in the morning to cook food for the apprentice
When the breakfast was over and Jiang Qianfan got up and walked to the door, Lin Kesong came to Nina and whispered, "Nina, your fried noodles today was so successful! I didn't expect you to make such delicious food. Chinese food!"
Nina showed a puzzled expression: "What fried noodles?"
"It's fish-flavored shredded pork fried noodles!"
"Mr. Jiang did it. This morning, he asked me what I did for breakfast, and he said that you might have a hard time today, and I might not have enough portions. So he personally cooked fried noodles for you."
Lin Kesong's heart rushed out like he was on a roller coaster.
She looked at Jiang Qianfan's retreating back, and suddenly felt that he was so tall.
I always thought that he was indifferent, always showing no affection at all. She still remembers those eight bowls of cabbage and mint soup.
But... From the noodles last night, she felt that he was not as cold as she thought.
Oh, Lin Kesong, you are so easy to be bought by food!
From Song Yiran's Spicy Crayfish to Jiang Qianfan's Noodles with Shredded Mushrooms and Pork...
After getting in the car, they drove all the way to the city.
What Lin Kesong couldn't imagine was that today's traffic jam was extremely serious, and there was no water everywhere.
Surrounded by crowds holding signs, shouting something. Even the police were out.
"Oh my God... it's the environmentalists protesting!" The driver sighed, turned to Jiang Qianfan and said, "Sir, we may not be able to reach the restaurant on time."
Lin Kesong sticks her head out of the car window curiously. She has also heard of environmentalists in European and American countries in China, and their propaganda and demonstrations are also very rich. But when he saw so many people holding slogans such as "cherish every green leaf in the city", "reject the steel forest", "New York is crying" and so on, constantly distributing propaganda pages, this was the first time for Lin Kesong A very intuitive feeling.
"I didn't expect there were so many environmentalists in New York?" Lin Kesong said in surprise.
"Because a real estate project of the Rosen & Doyle Group has had a great negative impact on urban greening, many environmentalists who do not belong to New York will also come from other cities to participate in this event." The driver kindly explained.
Several young people walked past Lin Kesong holding a sign, and Lin Kesong suddenly felt someone drag her back into the car.
At the next moment, someone in the crowd fell, and several young people holding signs also squeezed towards Lin Kesong's car window.
Fortunately, she had been pulled back, otherwise she would have been hit in the head.
"Do you like watching the fun so much?" Jiang Qianfan's voice sounded coldly.
Lin Kesong pursed his lips and remained silent.
"Miller, is there any other way to get to the restaurant on time."
According to Jiang Qianfan's obsessive-compulsive character, he definitely couldn't stand being late. Whether it's someone else's lateness, or your own lateness.
"Sir, according to this situation, maybe the only way to arrive on time is by subway."
Lin Kesong laughed in his heart.
Jiang Qianfan will not take other means of transportation, his cleanliness is serious!
"Lin Kesong, do you know the subway line?" Jiang Qianfan asked suddenly.
Lin Kesong thought to himself, could it be that he asked her to go to that restaurant first? But she didn't know Elise Quentin!
The driver also turned his head and said, "The line is very simple."
"I will."
As soon as Lin Kesong finished speaking, Jiang Qianfan took the blind stick and opened the car door: "Very good, let's go."
After being stunned for a few seconds, Lin Kesong responded, "Are you going to take the subway too?"
"Elise doesn't like being late."
Only then did Lin Kesong understand what Jiang Qianfan meant. Her teacher today is Elise Quentin. If the teacher has a bad impression of the students, the results can be imagined.
Lin Kesong quickly got out of the car and went around to Jiang Qianfan.
Jiang Qianfan stretched out his hand and put it on Lin Kesong's shoulder.
Surrounded by a surging crowd, Lin Kesong suddenly became nervous.
She squeezed into it carefully, looking at the subway station sign dozens of meters away, her heart became nervous. She watched everyone nervously, for fear that what they were holding would hurt Jiang Qianfan.
Someone squeezed over again, and Lin Kesong raised his hand nervously and clasped his wrist.
As if going against the current, Lin Kesong pulled Jiang Qianfan, finally came to the side of the road, and squeezed into the subway station entrance.
She exhaled and turned to look at the silent Jiang Qianfan, her heart skipped a beat.
It's over! It's over! She grabbed his hand without Jiang Qianfan's permission! He must be pissed!
"That, Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to catch you..."
Lin Kesong hurriedly wanted to let go of his hand, but he didn't expect the other party's fingers to tighten and hold her back again.
At that moment, she almost lost her footing.
"Come on. Get into the subway station."
There was no trace of disgust or impatience in his voice.
People came and went, passing by Jiang Qianfan, occasionally rubbing against him, and someone passing by him smoking a cigarette, these collisions and smells seemed like he no longer cared, indifferent and calm.
"Well, let's go."
Lin Kesong turned around and held him tightly.
"It's an escalator! Be careful!"
Jiang Qianfan opened his legs and followed Lin Kesong forward. He completely put away the blind stick, as if he only believed that Lin Kesong was holding his hand.
They have come a long way. The air in the subway passage is not as fresh as outside, and it is mixed with various smells.
Jiang Qianfan didn't say a word or even frowned.
It happened to be the morning rush hour in New York City, and there was a lot of people in the subway. Lin Kesong was so nervous that his palms were sweating.
What should I do! What a shame, Jiang Qianfan must have felt her hands are wet...
Lin Kesong just wanted all this to end sooner.
Finally squeezed into the subway, Lin Ke Song had to check the line again and again to make sure they were not on the wrong line or direction.
This neurotic feeling is like leaving home and feeling like I didn't lock the door.
The seats in the car were already full, and they could only stand.
A Chinese student who was listening to the music probably noticed that Jiang Qianfan couldn't see. Just when he was about to get up and give up his seat, Lin Kesong quickly shook his head, indicating that the other party didn't need it.
Although they have been together for a short time, Lin Kesong knows Jiang Qianfan well. He doesn't need anyone's extra care and sympathy for him. Even without her, Lin Kesong, she knew that Jiang Qianfan could take care of herself.
Jiang Qianfan held her hand all the time, while Lin Kesong held on to the handrail in the carriage. She had to maintain her balance carefully, because Jiang Qianfan would not touch other parts of the carriage.
At the next transfer station, more people entered the carriage. Lin Kesong had to stretch out his hand, trying to separate the others for Jiang Qianfan. It was just that her hand had just reached Jiang Qianfan's side when he reached out and held her.
"Mr. Jiang?"
Jiang Qianfan didn't speak, but just put her hand back where she was holding it.
What he meant was clear: You just have to take care of yourself.
Lin Kesong thought he would take back his hand soon, but he didn't expect him to keep covering the back of her hand. As long as he leaned back a little bit, Lin Kesong's back could feel the temperature of his chest.
She had the illusion of being hugged by the other party.
The sound of the heart following the train is like a sheet of paper being blown away by the wind.
It wasn't until he finally arrived at the station that Lin Kesong raised the back of his hand. When the opponent's palm left, Lin Kesong's floating heart sank.
She led him out of the subway station.
"What time is it now?" Jiang Qianfan asked.
"It's 8:40. But according to Miller, you should walk down this road and you will see the restaurant!"
"Let's go."
The environmentalists are nowhere to be seen on this stretch of the road, only pedestrians rushing to work.
Lin Kesong carefully bypassed them, avoiding the office worker holding the coffee cup, and finally came to the door of the restaurant.
It's a restaurant with a sophisticated setting, and there's even patio seating with fresh flowers growing on the patio.
The decor in the restaurant is meticulous and atmospheric.
It was still early, and there were already waiters cleaning the restaurant, arranging the tables, and replacing fresh flowers.
When they found Jiang Qianfan walking in, they all stood up to say hello.
At this time, a blond woman in a chef's white shirt came out. Deep eyes and high forehead, a pair of blue eyes reminds of the blue Aegean Sea.
"God, are you here? Why didn't I see your car?"
She opened her arms and hugged Jiang Qianfan, her eyes followed his shoulders to his wrist, and her eyebrows raised slightly when she realized that he was still holding Lin Kesong's forehead.
Lin Kesong felt as if his hand was being stinged, and suddenly retracted it.
"The traffic was not very good today, so I decided to take the subway halfway through."
Jiang Qianfan also patted the other party's back.
Elise showed a surprised expression: "What? You take the subway? It's unimaginable."
"Actually, it's not a big deal. Since I agreed to meet you at nine o'clock, I will definitely do it."
Elise smiled: "You still remember my principles."
"Of course I remember."
Elise's fingers lightly adjusted Jiang Qianfan's collar, but this seemingly unintentional action seemed very intimate.
Jiang Qianfan didn't avoid it, but Elise was so close that she almost wanted to stick to him.
"Don't you think it's time to talk to me about the restaurant's new menu?"
"So you have a new idea."
"To make an impression on your mind, you have to have new ideas all the time."
"Okay, we can chat together today."
Elise's smile was very restrained, but Lin Kesong saw in her eyes anticipation and admiration for Jiang Qianfan.
Lin Kesong touched his nose.
Do you want to show your love like this...