Lin Kesong looked at each other carefully, thinking to himself, is this man really a big ice cube
"Miller, drive to the 'Blue Tulip'."
"Yes, sir."
At this time, Jiang Qianfan took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Help me prepare a three-pound birthday cake. I'll pick it up in an hour."
Lin Kesong blinked, did he order a cake for her
But Jiang Qianfan didn't know her uncle at all, how could she order a cake for him
He never pays attention to anything about other unrelated people.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Qianfan didn't explain anything to her, and the silence in the carriage made Lin Kesong feel that all this was self-indulgent.
Ten minutes later, their car stopped at the door of a very delicate-looking coffee shop.
Before entering the door, he smelled the mellow and rich coffee smell from the crack of the door.
Lin Kesong has never been a coffee lover, but the smell pouring into his nose at this moment is so touching.
Jiang Qianfan had just stepped on the steps, and the waiter in a white shirt and a brown apron around his waist politely opened the door for him.
"Mr. Jiang."
They bowed 30 degrees to salute, with no exaggerated enthusiasm, and their smiles were just right, but not stiff at all.
Lin Kesong could see that they had all undergone professional training.
They were led to a corner by the window, very quiet, just in time to see the sparse pedestrians on the street.
"What would you like to eat? The birthday cake wasn't ready so quickly."
As soon as Jiang Qianfan spoke, Lin Kesong was really sure that the birthday cake was for her.
The waiter bent down and brought an electronic menu to Lin Kesong.
This is a handsome young man with maroon curly hair, a high nose bone and gray-blue eyes. Lin Ke Song felt embarrassed with a slight smile.
"English waffles."
Nothing here can see the price, but Lin Kesong knows where Jiang Qianfan goes, as long as it is related to food, it must be expensive.
"Anything you want to drink?"
The handsome boy's smile made Lin Kesong feel that it would be a sin if he didn't order something to drink.
Lin Kesong raised his head and looked at Jiang Qianfan.
"You can try the Earl Grey milk tea here."
"Then Earl Grey Milk Tea."
Lin Kesong's understanding of milk tea is that it is a drink brewed with milk tea powder and other seasonings. I don't know what the milk tea is like here.
When the waiter got up and left, Jiang Qianfan said, "Do you like Morgan?"
"Morgan?" Lin Kesong was stunned.
What Morgan? JPMorgan Chase
"The waiter just now."
There was a hint of coolness in Jiang Qianfan's voice.
Especially after Lin Kesong felt that he finally became a little easier to get along with.
"Ah... No. How could it be..." Lin Kesong first subconsciously denied it, and when she realized that she had better not lie in front of Jiang Qianfan, she quickly added, "I just think he looks good when he smiles, and he has a very good attitude. specialized."
Jiang Qianfan did not speak.
Lin Kesong's heart seemed to have ants crawling around. How did he hear that she liked Morgan
Couldn't be more inexplicable.
She is a woman, and seeing the handsome guy admires her eyes and doesn't whistle...
The atmosphere was suddenly awkward. Until the waiter named Morgan came to her with English waffles and Earl Grey milk tea, and looked down at Lin Kesong and smiled, Lin Kesong had to withdraw from those beautiful blue eyes. In his own mind, he politely said, "Thank you."
The waffle plate on the plate is very particular about the layout, and the white cream and cherries and strawberries on the waffles make people feel happy. Lin Kesong's knife lightly touched the surface of the waffle, and the crisp sound was like cracked paper. Smeared with a little whipped cream and put it into her mouth, the taste of happiness peeled off layer by layer in her mouth, and the fluffy and soft inside made her smile subconsciously.
Opposite Jiang Qianfan's left leg resting on his right leg, sitting on such a sofa, holding a small cup of coffee, aristocratic elegance, this is an innate temperament that cannot be imitated.
Steam curled around his brows, and when he nodded and took a sip of coffee, something seemed to pass silently between his drooping eyelashes, ripples in the air.
Lin Kesong looked at each other stupidly.
Until Jiang Qianfan put down the cup lightly, and asked slowly, "Aren't the waffles delicious?"
Lin Kesong suddenly remembered the shredded pork noodles with mushrooms that night. Just because he wanted to appear gentle in front of him, he felt that he didn't like what he did. Now, doesn't he think she doesn't like to eat again
"No! The waffles here are really good, it's me... "
"The best waffles you've ever had, and they're amazing."
Lin Kesong has a negative IQ, and he understands that Jiang Qianfan is mocking himself.
"This is the first time I've eaten waffles. And it's really delicious." Lin Kesong didn't say anything else, and silently sipped Earl Grey milk tea.
Only then did she realize that the milk tea here is really made from tea leaves steeped in milk. The freshness of the tea fragrance and the smoothness of the milk blend in the mouth, the taste is unique, and the aftertaste is more profound than the milk tea on the roadside.
"You only took one bite."
Why did he keep obsessing over how many bites she took or how
Shouldn't she be gobbling it down in front of him like she came back from a refugee camp
Lin Kesong suddenly had a bad intention.
"Because I was looking at you just now."
Jiang Qianfan did not speak.
The corners of Lin Kesong's lips raised, and he deliberately said in a very sincere tone: "Morgan just smiles very nicely. But you, no matter what angle you look at, no matter how cold your expression is, I can't take my eyes off you."
oops! Goosebumps are falling into the milk tea!
She must have been possessed by Song Yiran, otherwise how could she say such a thing
But, what kind of expression will Jiang Qianfan show
Would you be a little shy? Sprinkling rice, that is, the whole world says that this guy is handsome and suave in the wind, and he is afraid that he will not even laugh.
It's more likely to be coldly telling her to stop making such silly jokes.
But Jiang Qianfan's reaction was beyond Lin Kesong's expectations.
He leaned forward, one hand resting on the table. As his face got closer and closer, Lin Ke Song couldn't help but step back until his back was pressed against the sofa.
The entire space seemed to collapse in front of her with Jiang Qianfan's figure.
Her breathing was trapped in her body, because he was too close to him, and his cold but delicate facial features were so clear that she was afraid that her breath would touch his skin.
Jiang Qianfan stretched out his other hand, just placed it on Lin Kesong's shoulder, and moved up slowly, his fingertips slid across her neck, blood rushing under the skin along his fingertips.
Until his hand supported her chin and covered her cheek, and his fingers followed the line of her brow bone, from the center to the end of the brow.
"What... what's the matter..." Lin Kesong asked very nervously.
She subconsciously wanted to stick to the other's palm, because the temperature there made her feel anxious, neither too warm nor too cold.
But she held back.
Because she didn't know what Jiang Qianfan was doing.
After a long time, Jiang Qianfan withdrew his hand.
"Indeed, my appearance conforms to the mainstream aesthetics. But you are too ordinary."
"… "
Lin Ke Song wanted to be covered by a muffin on his face. Too bad she didn't dare. Can only stab the muffin hard with a fork, then shove it into the mouth and bite hard.
"The sound of your food now sounds like it's delicious."
Jiang Qianfan held up the coffee cup gracefully.
Lin Kesong glanced at his messy plate: Jiang Qianfan, do you really have an aesthetic
Just then, Morgan came to them and told them that the cake was ready.
Lin Kesong returned to the car with the cake and Jiang Qianfan.
The car did not enter Chinatown, but stopped at the intersection.
Lin Kesong got out of the car and immediately felt happy.
I haven't seen my uncle for a few days, I don't know how he is doing! Is the restaurant still busy? How is business
When she came to the Lin Kee restaurant, she couldn't help showing a smile when she saw that the room was full of friends and people.
As soon as she walked in, someone shouted happily: "Come on! Croissant is back!"
Uncle almost rushed out of the back kitchen: "Ke Song! You are back! Go up and sit in the room! Uncle will be here soon!"
"Don't say hello to me! Uncle, you're busy! I'll help too! This is your birthday cake!"
Uncle took the cake and smiled very happily: "There's still a cake! You really have a heart, Croissant! All the apprentices I brought have graduated!
Give them all tonight! I'll go up with a few words! By the way, that friend of yours is here too! I was supposed to see you, but I ended up bringing me a present! I'm so sorry! So I left him down for dinner too! "
"My friend?" Lin Kesong blinked, "It won't be Song Yiran, right?"
"That's right! It's Song Yiran! Go up and play with him!"
After not seeing that guy for so many days, Lin Kesong suddenly missed him very much. In three or two steps, he ran upstairs and pushed open the original door.
Uncle knew that she would come back in three months, so he kept the room, and even the sheets on the bed were well covered.
Inside the bed, there was a person lying with his back to the door, only showing broad shoulders and a pair of long legs.
Although there is only one back, it is enough to fascinate many little girls.
Lin Kesong sat down beside the bed, and rubbed his shoulder with his fingers: "Hey! Song Yiran! This is my territory, why is it being invaded by you again?"
Song Yiran suddenly turned around, wrapped his arms around Lin Kesong's waist, and hugged her directly. His face was almost on Lin Kesong's back, and the warm breath made her have to stiffen her back.
"Why didn't you feed you delicious food for a few days, you seem to have gained weight?"
Song Yiran said dully.
"Impossible? I don't eat much!" Lin Kesong lowered his head angrily, and found that Song Yiran's eyes were full of smiles.
"I didn't eat much? Did you miss me because I wasn't here?" Song Yiran leaned on her side, holding her face, she really smelled like a drunk concubine.
The long and narrow eyes are full of mockery, and the lip line is curved in a lazy arc.
Even the elegant tip of the nose gave people an urge to bite down.
"The host of that food show, Annalise, came to me and said that when I made the top 10 on Rotten Tomatoes, I missed you a lot, but I just wanted to beat you up!"
Lin Kesong raised his fist, and as soon as he hit the tip of his nose, Song Yiran grabbed it firmly.
He pulled her fingers apart one by one, lowered his eyes, and couldn't see the joy, his fingers slowly inserted between her fingers, and pressed her hand gently on the pillow.
"Now? Do you think this so-called closed training is interesting? You don't seem to get along well with your mentor."
Not happy
Lin Kesong hesitated. Indeed, Jiang Qianfan is not the kind of gentle and patient mentor who turns into a spring breeze. In the beginning, she also had doubts about the way he behaved. Too many demands, too many rules, and uncomfortable.
But if she really wanted her to get out of her current life, she suddenly realized that she was a little reluctant.
Does she have Stockholm Syndrome
Song Yiran raised his head slightly, those eyes that fascinated all beings looked at Lin Kesong, carefully observing her every subtle expression.
His eyes are deep.
Lin Kesong suddenly felt that Song Yiran was a little strange in front of him. Because he had never looked at her like this, as if to pull her into his eyes.
When she subconsciously looked away, she could feel Song Yiran's eyes still on her.
"If you want to get enough tuition to study for a master's degree, I can introduce other jobs that are suitable for you. You don't have to participate in this or any competition. For a competition like this, it is likely that the script has been prepared in advance. The so-called follow-up The master's study is just a gimmick."
Song Yiran said in a very calm tone. I didn't mean to laugh at her, just tell her a fact.
"You mean, even if I go to participate in the competition, the result of the competition has nothing to do with the strength of the contestants... It's like those variety shows, whoever the audience likes to stay at the end, who is the final champion? All for the ratings?"
Lin Kesong was inexplicably shaken. When Annalise appeared in front of her and mentioned something on the Rotten Tomatoes list, she already knew in her heart that it was a TV show. It's just Jiang Qianfan... that made her take it all seriously.
Because she believed that what made Jiang Qianfan serious was definitely not some grandstanding show.
"Although these famous masters in the food industry are on the surface to teach beginners, is three months really enough? This kind of competition was originally just to avoid the embarrassing situation and reputation loss caused by the masters directly playing games. But it is completely The students who have been taught by the masters for many years can directly play for the masters! The level will be higher and more representative, and it can also achieve the purpose of discovering new talents. However, the competition committee chose you people who are the most unpalatable in cooking. Isn't it really to arouse the audience's interest and whet the audience's appetite?"
Lin Ke Song knew that Song Yiran was not hitting her, but she was worried that she would fall into disappointment after having too high expectations. This feeling is much more uncomfortable than knowing from the beginning that everything is just a game for the audience to watch.
Song Yiran sat up and flicked her fingers on Lin Kesong's forehead, "Look at how disappointed you are. After staying in the restaurant for a long time, are you interested in cooking?"
Lin Kesong covered his forehead.
"It seems so... You know, I used to think that as long as the food is cooked, the taste is right. I never knew the original dish, from the selection of ingredients, to the segmentation and combination of food, and the level of taste, all There are so many details to pay attention to. If you had told me that cooking was an art or something before coming to New York, I would have laughed at you. But now… it is art.”
"So you want to continue?" Song Yiran asked.
"I want to know about that stuff... but I don't want to be a clown on TV at all."
"That's like I said, we can find someone who is really willing to teach you hands-on."
"But I have already agreed to participate in the competition, so it is impossible to withdraw irresponsibly. Besides, there are bonuses. Treat it as a three-month part-time job." Lin Kesong laughed, lowered his body, and whispered, " Besides, I didn't get a single answer to my uncle's big question. If I quit halfway like this, he would definitely kill me."
"You've never been the kind of person who has a head and no tail."
Song Yiran yawned and got up lazily.
Before Lin Kesong could straighten up, Song Yiran's nose just rubbed against her face.
The touch of the cool nose tip on her cheek was like a scratch that lasted for a long time.
Lin Kesong covered his face, while Song Yiran blinked his peach blossom eyes, and suddenly a pool of spring water swayed, "Okay, Lin Kesong! You are waiting for me to kiss you on purpose, aren't you!"
The old drama is about to be staged.
Lin Kesong shrugged his shoulders, hahaha, laughed three times, put one leg on the edge of the bed, and hooked his fingers over Song Yiran's chin, "Oh, beauty, can you see it? Come on, let the uncle kiss again."
Song Yiran was like a lazy cat, with his eyes closed, he seemed to enjoy Lin Kesong holding his chin.
At that moment, Lin Kesong was stunned. She suddenly imagined in her heart that when Chu Ting or other girls were joking with him, would he also show such an expression
At the next moment, Song Yiran clasped Lin Kesong's wrist and suddenly pressed Lin Kesong down.
When the back of his head collided with the pillow, Song Yiran's face suddenly approached Lin Ke Song's face.
His nose was the breath that belonged to him, and everything was shrouded in him. The sense of oppression made Lin Kesong feel inexplicably dangerous.
It was a completely different temperament from Jiang Qianfan's handsomeness and loftiness, as if a beast that was good at dormant finally locked its prey in the gap in the dense forest.
Originally lazy eyes that seemed indifferent to everything, like a sudden falling night.
After a few seconds, Lin Kesong finally woke up.
"Hey... You scared me to death!" She raised her leg and wanted to kick him away, but because of the wrong position, her knee just rubbed against the opponent's waist.
At that moment, Song Yiran's eyes darkened even more.
He slowly lowered his head, turned his face sideways, and seemed to be leaning against the corner of her lips.
Lin Kesong became nervous.
He was getting closer and his temperature was getting clearer.
Don't be fooled by him. Don't expect too much from him.
Lin Kesong turned his head away suddenly, Song Yiran buried his head in her neck, and then he laughed sullenly.
"Hey, uncle - the beauty is about to kiss you, why are you so shy?"
Lin Kesong rolled his eyes to the sky. Check it out! Check it out! This guy is just that!
Luckily, I didn't kiss me involuntarily, otherwise I don't know what the fuck will happen!
"What are you doing!"
The girl's voice came from beside them.
Lin Kesong turned his face sideways, and this time he really just happened to touch the corner of Song Yiran's mouth.
She opened her eyes wide and didn't come back to her senses for a few seconds.
What did she just do
It was none other than Lin Xiaoxue standing beside the bed!
Let's not talk about Song Yiran's reaction, but what if Lin Xiaoxue ran to talk nonsense with her uncle? Even though this place is very open, my uncle, like Lin Kesong's father, is very conservative and definitely doesn't like young people messing around in the room! And Song Yiran just happened to be pressing her, God knows what Lin Xiaoxue said, what uncle would think they were doing!
"You're fighting." Song Yiran smiled and sat up.
"Fighting? Lin Kesong, didn't you say that you and him were only friends for ten years?" Lin Xiaoxue looked very angry.
Lin Kesong was embarrassed, how could this girl be so plain and put everything on her face.
For fear that the whole world would not know that she was interested in Song Yiran.
But today, Lin Kesong has seen Song Yiran's thick-skinned true ability.
"Who said that ten years of friends can't play around?" Song Yiran opened her arms and looked like she was about to hug Lin Xiaoxue, "You can also play with us! Otherwise, I'll let you kiss me too? "
Lin Xiaoxue was dumbfounded.
In her heart, Song Yiran is personable and knowledgeable. Last time, he pointed out that one of his essays got a very high score, and even the tutor praised her for her ideas and clear arguments. She admired Song Yiran even more.
But is the current Song Yiran really Song Yiran
"Do you want to come?"
"You...you...this is my home!"
After speaking, Lin Xiaoxue slammed the door and went out.
Song Yiran did not forget to raise her voice and said, "But this is Ke Song's room. Remember to knock on the door next time you come in!"
Across the wall, Lin Kesong could hear Lin Xiaoxue slamming things.
She raised her leg helplessly and kicked Song Yiran.
"I told you to play! It's fun! If my uncle finds out, I don't know how to explain it. I'll make it clear to you, Xiaoxue is not Chu Ting, she is my cousin and my family. You can't mess around."
Song Yiran turned around and frowned: "In your heart, what kind of person am I?"
"The gold and jade are outside, and the failure is in it." Lin Kesong sat up, crossed his legs, and put his knee on one hand, and answered very seriously.
"What if one day you find out that I'm the same inside and out?"