When Jiang Qianfan was completely familiar with the layout of the place, Elise turned to Lin Kesong and said, "Please put Mr. Jiang's clothes in the closet and arrange them according to the labels on the hangers. Mr. Jiang and I Going to check out the new restaurant in Washington, don't know when to be back. If you want to visit the White House or something, feel free."
Lin Kesong tilted his head, thinking that although Mel meant to let her take care of Jiang Qianfan, why did Elise's attitude make her feel so subtle
And Jiang Qianfan always had his back to her.
With a straight back and a meticulous suit, he held a blind cane and walked to the door.
Lin Kesong suddenly had an illusion that Jiang Qianfan's back opened the world between the two.
Elise took Jiang Qianfan's arm, and the two left together.
The cold air in the room finally dissipated, and Lin Kesong breathed a sigh of relief.
She opened Jiang Qianfan's suitcase and put his suit and jacket into the bedroom closet as Elise said.
The colors of these coats are either black or dark blue, and the style is very simple and neat. Lin Kesong can imagine that if an ordinary man wears such a coat, he must be old-fashioned.
But Jiang Qianfan was different. He made the black look more profound.
After finishing her coat, Lin Kesong was sure that she did not arrange the order in the wrong order. She decided that since she came to Washington, she should have a good time. Even if it is to be a dirty tourist.
Fortunately, the night before, Lin Kesong had prepared a strategy online.
She left the hotel, and because she didn't make an appointment in advance, she couldn't enter the White House and could only take pictures outside the White House.
I just took two selfies with my mobile phone, and found that I only had my big head, and the background behind him was not photographed at all. Lin Kesong found a passerby and finally took two pictures. After leaving the White House, Lin Kesong went to Congress. There is much more affinity here than in the White House.
Tired of walking, she drank afternoon tea in a street cafe.
It was also waffles and Earl Grey milk tea, and Lin Kesong's eyebrows wrinkled.
The waffle was too sweet, like a big mouthful of granulated sugar. Because the surface is not coated with honey, the outer skin is not crispy enough after baking, and the inner is not soft.
As for the Earl Grey milk tea, it was even more disappointing. The milk flavor and tea flavor are not balanced at all, and the tea leaves used are too strong, and there is no soft feeling like the last time I drank Earl Grey.
… Wait, is she being picky
If this was in the past, where would she have thought about whether the waffles were baked with honey on the outside? The tea quality of Earl Grey Milk Tea is irrelevant at all!
Alas! It's over! It's over! She has been by Jiang Qianfan's side for too long, and has infected his "perfectionism syndrome"!
Will you be able to eat happily in the future
Unconsciously, the sky gradually darkened.
Lin Kesong realized that it was probably going to rain.
I looked at my watch, it was still early. Lin Kesong paid the money, covered his head with his hands, and ran to the large shopping mall opposite the cafe.
Lin Kesong strolled around in a moody mood. The salesperson was very polite, but she had no intention of buying anything.
Not because she thinks the goods here are too expensive, but because the style and size are completely inappropriate.
Her skeleton is small, and according to Song Yiran's statement, her figure covers her face, and no matter from the front, back, left or right, she cannot be seen as a woman. Therefore, the clothes and shoes here are more suitable for fashionable girls like Lin Xiaoxue.
At this time, in a high-end Chinese restaurant, Jiang Qianfan and Elise were sitting opposite each other. They were leaning against the window, and the rain-drenched boulevard outside the window was like a scene in a movie.
Jiang Qianfan picked up a small section of asparagus on the plate, and sent it to his lips without any extra decoration, but it was low-key and restrained, and there was a mysterious elegance that quietly spread along the line of sight. In addition, his fingers are already long, and his posture of clinging to chopsticks is a rare gentle demeanor.
When he swallowed the food, the line between his neck undulated, which was thought-provoking and sexy.
Elise looked at him and smiled, "I'm glad you can't see."
Unlike Jiang Qianfan, she uses knives and forks because she is not good at using chopsticks.
"I never knew it was something to be thankful for."
Jiang Qianfan's voice was like melted snow, flowing calmly along the mountains, but it was still cold.
"That way, people who have been looking at you fascinatedly won't feel embarrassed."
Jiang Qianfan did not answer Elise, but slowly turned his head and lowered his eyes slightly.
After more than ten seconds of silence, Elise chuckled lightly: "The last time I encountered rain with you, you had the same expression. Can you hear anything from the rain?"
"It's nothing." Jiang Qianfan lowered his head again and cut off a small piece of perch, "What time is it now?"
"Four thirty in the afternoon, what's wrong?"
"This rain should last a long time."
"So we are not in a hurry to leave and can taste it slowly."
Jiang Qianfan only took a mouthful of the dish in front of him, and he put his chopsticks on the white marble chopstick rest.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with this soup with asparagus?"
"In Chinese cuisine, soup is one of the most commonly used seasonings. Generally, it is a soup base made from lean meat, chicken and ham."
"What's wrong with this soup base? I think it's delicious."
"The proportion of ham in the soup base is slightly higher. Asparagus itself is a vegetable with a mild taste. Too much ham will destroy the taste."
Elise showed a thoughtful expression, took another bite, and then nodded: "It's true."
At this time, Jiang Qianfan slowly stood up: "Let's go, I want to go back to the hotel."
"What's wrong?"
"I want to rest."
"Rest?" Elise frowned. "Or are you worried about whether Lin Kesong really went to visit the White House?"
"Is there any logical connection between her visit to the White House and my worries?" Jiang Qianfan's voice was cold, and even his expression did not change.
"Because it's raining, you worry about her getting wet. Because it's not New York, you worry about her getting lost. Even if she doesn't go out to play and stays quietly in her room, it's almost dinner time, and you want to sit at the dining table. It's her on the other side."
Elise sat in the same place and looked at Jiang Qianfan quietly.
"I want to go back to the hotel, not to find her." Jiang Qianfan paused slightly, "Also, Elise, you may not be really good at guessing other people's moods. But I'm very good at understanding other people's moods. ."
"What's wrong? Did you hear Lin Kesong's admiration and admiration for you?"
"No. I understand your dissatisfaction and disdain for Croissant. You think she is someone who has no knowledge of cooking or even the slightest taste in the art. You think she is totally unworthy of my attention, It's also impossible to excel in this field. You don't even think that I really teach her as a student."
"Isn't it?" Elise let out a chuckle. "What has she learned so far? I admit that she cuts salmon and steak very well, but so what? The days when she was by your side, If it were any of the chefs in our back kitchen, with your guidance, I would have made rapid progress."
"Pepper learned the skills of slicing salmon and steak for a week, but Croissant took only one day."
"Well, even if she is really that talented, how can you be sure that you can only let her win the game to the end in three months?"
"I never said I wanted her to win." Jiang Qianfan's voice was as calm as water.
On the contrary, Elise seemed very impatient in front of him.
"Then what's the point of taking her by your side?"
"The first thing a person wants to do in a field is to accept it and fall in love with it. That's where it all started."
Elise was stunned.
Slowly, an unbelievable expression appeared on her face: "So... do you really plan to accept her as your student?"
"She has the most perfect palate I've ever seen."
After speaking, Jiang Qianfan tapped the blind stick lightly and walked towards the door.
The moment the door opened, the raindrops drifted in with the wind, blending with the fresh green leaves, and the world seemed to expand.
When Jiang Qianfan returned to the hotel room, everything was quiet.
He opened the wardrobe, slowly stretched out his hand, and touched the clothes inside with his fingertips.
Elise came to him, looked at it, and said, "She didn't put the wrong clothes. It's your usual order."
"Thank you." After Jiang Qianfan finished speaking, he sat back on the sofa.
"Need me to read the news for you?" Elise asked.
"No need. See you tomorrow."
Elise opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she just smiled helplessly.
At this time, Lin Kesong was already sitting on the high stool of Starbucks, staring at his toes boredly.
I don't know if Jiang Qianfan has returned to the hotel now.
He should have dinner with Elise.
Even if they returned to the hotel, they would definitely be chatting with Elise about the combination of various ingredients or novel cooking techniques.
She is just an outsider.
I really don't want to go back at all!
Moreover, she could feel Jiang Qianfan's indifference towards her. It would be fine if Elise stayed by Jiang Qianfan's side. It would be really embarrassing if only Lin Kesong and him were left in the room.
Think about it, all day today, he didn't say three words to himself...
Where did she provoke him
God, even if you die, you can't die, it's not clear!
It's still raining and the mall is about to close.
Lin Kesong had to come to the entrance of the mall, took a taxi, and went back to the hotel.
She thought to herself, it's so late, Jiang Qianfan should have fallen asleep.
When she returned to the suite, the whole room was pitch black.
dluck!
Lin Kesong didn't turn on the light, for fear that a slight noise would wake up Jiang Qianfan in the bedroom.
As she tiptoed to her room, a cold voice suddenly pierced into the depths of her brain along a nerve line in the darkness.
"Are you sure you don't need to turn on the lights?"
Obviously it is a question, but in a declarative tone.
Apart from Jiang Qianfan, she couldn't think of anyone else.
Lin Kesong swallowed, his shoulders stiff. She didn't know why she was so afraid of Jiang Qianfan. This feeling was completely different from meeting the teacher when she skipped class.
After two or three seconds, Lin Kesong returned to the door and turned on the light.
Jiang Qianfan in front of the sofa was still wearing that suit, and the tightly buttoned neckline of his shirt made Lin Kesong feel as if he was being restrained not by the other party but by his own neck. His hands were clasped at the top of the blind cane, and his immobile posture added a bit of oppression.
"Mr. Jiang... haven't you slept yet?" Lin Kesong asked uncertainly.
Could it be that Jiang Qianfan is waiting for her
"Do you think Washington is a place where there is no way to pick things up and law and order is like paradise?"
Lin Kesong shook his head.
"Then do you know what time it is in the evening?"
Jiang Qianfan's every sentence is not long, but it has its own strength.
"Twenty past ten."
"I didn't know Washington's rainy night scene was so charming, enough to make you linger."
Jiang Qianfan's subtext is very clear. That is, it is raining outside, where did you Lin Kesong go for a walk without hurrying back
"I didn't bring an umbrella, so I was in a shopping mall and wanted to wait for the rain to lighten before coming back... But I didn't expect the rain to keep falling and it didn't stop... "
"You don't think you'll get caught lying in front of me, do you?"
Jiang Qianfan's voice was cold to the bone.
However, Lin Kesong felt all the rage.
It was raining outside, and she was willing to wander and not come back, wasn't that the man in front of her
Will he die if he doesn't expose other people's lies
Just because you can't see, don't you understand what "open one eye, close one eye"
"Anyway, you don't want to see me. Isn't it just right for you to stay outside? Mr. Jiang, if there is anything that dissatisfies you, please tell me straight!"
You are already cold enough. If you treat others with cold violence, it is simply double oppression.
"I have a nervous breakdown, I'm sorry to make you uncomfortable."
Jiang Qianfan's words were short, but they had a deadly effect.
Lin Kesong suddenly understood that he really heard the phone call he made with Song Yiran that day.
But she was just complaining, he heard him from so far away? What kind of hearing is this!
Jiang Qianfan got up and walked to his bedroom.
Lin Kesong followed up subconsciously, but didn't feel embarrassed until he walked into the other party's bedroom.
What is she going to say? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said you have a nervous breakdown? Or I'm sorry, I misunderstood you, but you don't have neurasthenia? Or maybe it's me who suffers from neurasthenia, please don't mind
Ouch! Nervous breakdown kills people!
At this time, Jiang Qianfan turned his back to Lin Kesong, unbuttoned his suit, took off his jacket, and slowly walked towards the wardrobe.
Lin Kesong knew that she should go to help him hang his clothes, but she just didn't know how to move her footsteps.
"That... I know that your hearing is very sensitive. So it sounds very small to ordinary people, and it doesn't affect the sound of rest or thinking at all. For you... It's actually very loud. Although I understand it, I can't feel it... So I ... I don't really think you have a 'neurasthenia'... I'm just ranting to my friends, and I can't find any other way to describe it for a while... I don't hate you or disrespect you... even for you The pursuit of taste perfection, although I don't think I can do it, but I admire you very much. So I'm sorry."
Lin Kesong talked for a long time, and when she finished speaking, she realized that her mind was completely blank.
She doesn't even remember what she said, except for the last "I'm sorry".
Jiang Qianfan did not respond.
This made Lin Kesong uneasy. Why didn't he speak, why didn't he make a statement
Or did he just say something that made him even more angry
Could it be that it's not just "neurasthenia"
what! Done! That psychiatrist must have told Jiang Qianfan what she said!
What's more "secrecy"! The bottle is already broken!
No wonder Jiang Qianfan has always been cold, he must have hated her!
"That... In fact, cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder are no big deal! Love clean is a good thing!" Lin Kesong desperately thought about what he should say to make Jiang Qianfan feel that she finally 'felt the same'.
Jiang Qianfan's eyes can only distinguish between light and the shadow of things. Most of the time, to perceive a thing, in addition to relying on touch, hearing and smell, it is an imagination built on these sensations. He may have some kind of mistrust in his heart for this world that cannot be fully perceived. This distrust led him to pursue purity and cleanliness.
"Actually, you're not really a clean freak. You just need someone to trust you. As long as you let go of your heart, your tolerance for the environment is even higher than mine."
For example, that day when she pulled him and squeezed through the crowd, in the subway passages full of flavors, in the subway car where he was in contact with all kinds of passengers, Jiang Qianfan was indifferent, not even frowning.
"There is also obsessive-compulsive disorder of the pursuit of taste perfection. In fact, it is not obsessive-compulsive disorder. Any master who has reached the pinnacle in his field, they all have the pursuit of perfection. This kind of obsession with more than ordinary people makes them go beyond ordinary people. People are farther away. And I'm just one of the ordinary people. Your attachment makes me feel ashamed... Although I don't know the origin of this shame... So I hate your attachment and your perfect disease. But I also I admire all of you."
Lin Kesong pursed his lips, thinking that he would probably be kicked out by Jiang Qianfan.
Where can students criticize their teachers for "neurasthenia," "cleanliness," and "obsessive-compulsive disorder"
Fortunately, she hasn't said "autism" yet.
I hope Jiang Qianfan will automatically ignore this point.
"I originally thought that I was a 'neurasthenia' patient in your heart. Now I know that I still have cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder."
Lin Kesong groaned in his heart.
What? Dr. Xie didn't say this
If not, why did Jiang Qianfan keep silent just now
Is this deliberately digging a hole for her to jump
Why is she so restless
"But what you just said is true to you."
Lin Kesong froze there, watching Jiang Qianfan unbutton his shirt one by one.
His slender and smooth neck line became more and more obvious.
The rise and fall of the chest has a mysterious sensuality between the slightly open shirts.
"I'm sorry..." Lin Kesong's mind was empty except for this word.
"If you're telling the truth to me, then there's no need to say sorry. In the future, don't stay out so late to go home. Not to mention, in a completely foreign city."
It was only at this time that Lin Kesong understood that Jiang Qianfan was really sitting on the sofa waiting for her to come back.
"What are you still doing standing here?"
"what?"
When Jiang Qianfan took off his shirt completely, revealing a strong but not exaggerated back, she realized that the other party was going to shower.
"Good night, Mr. Jiang!"
Lin Kesong quickly walked out and closed the door.
Leaning against the door, she raised her head and exhaled.
Fortunately, she was not hated by Jiang Qianfan.
It was only when she came out of the bathroom that the phone in the room rang.
"Hey?"
"Lin Kesong, come and read the news."
With an icy voice and a natural tone, who else could it be except Jiang Qianfan
"What?" Lin Kesong wondered if there was something wrong with his ears. Or is she hallucinating
It's eleven o'clock in the evening now, Jiang Qianfan is not sleeping, what news is he reading
Before she could ask, the phone was hung up.
Lin Kesong sat on the head of the bed, and after being stunned for two seconds, he slammed the mattress hard—what a madman! Neuropathy!
She will never take back her evaluation of him in the future!
Lin Kesong held the tablet that Mel gave her and knocked on Jiang Qianfan's door.
"Come in."
Lin Kesong walked in cautiously. In the center of the huge double bed, Jiang Qianfan was sitting on the head of the bed wearing a pure white bathrobe. Before his hair was completely dried, he raised his head and gently brushed his forehead with his fingers, revealing his noble forehead. The slightly drooping eyelashes are like cicada wings waiting for a storm.
The neckline of the yukata is relatively loose, and the lines of his collarbone are clearly visible.
All of this was reflected in Lin Kesong's eyes, and the other party's wet hair tips, slender fingers, and even the pursed lips became extremely sexy.
"Mr. Jiang, what kind of news do you want to hear?"
Lin Kesong knew that even if he reminded him that it was too late, the other party would not change his mind.
And finally, the "cold war" between them seems to be over.
"You open the homepage of "Gourmet" and search for all the reviews about 'Xingyue Hotel'."
"Oh well."
Lin Kesong searched the site and found three comments. When I opened the first article, I found that there were seven or eight pages, and it commented on every dish in the restaurant, even the cold dishes.
Lin Kesong secretly glanced at Jiang Qianfan, thinking to himself, how long will it take to read it
Are you destined to not be able to sleep well tonight
Or is this actually a new punishment method invented by Jiang Qianfan, which is equivalent to eight bowls of cabbage and mint soup
Lin Kesong flipped through the next article, but it was still stinky and long...
Are these critics reviewing food or movies
"Read it." Jiang Qianfan's voice sounded.