Jiang Qianfan turned his face to the side and leaned against the back of the chair.
The plane entered above the clouds and gradually stabilized, and even the noise of the engine was reduced a lot.
"Do you need me to read you any news?" Lin Kesong asked.
"No, I want to rest." Jiang Qianfan closed his eyes.
His hand left the back of hers, and she felt an inexplicable coolness.
Lin Kesong also closed her eyes, but what appeared in front of her eyes was always the various foods that Bruce made. And in her ears, the words Elise said to her in the bathroom echoed over and over again, like the church bells echoing in the sky over and over again, and there was nowhere to hide if she wanted to escape.
The plane quickly landed in New York, and Mel himself came to take them home.
Sitting in the car, Mel kept reporting on the operation of Jiang's restaurant in New York during this period. Jiang Qianfan just listened most of the time, and occasionally said a few very brief words.
Lin Kesong looked out the window, but he saw nothing in his eyes. It was not until she returned to the room in the villa, that Lin Kesong lay on her bed, away from Jiang Qianfan, that she felt a sense of relief.
She decided to let go of everything and get a good night's sleep. But she couldn't sleep.
Because she couldn't help thinking, if Jiang Qianfan didn't agree to be her mentor on the first day she stepped into this villa, what would happen to all this
She finally decided to get up and went to Jiang Qianfan's kitchen.
She wants to give it a try, whether he has the ability to realize the dishes that Bruce made.
The creamy carrot bisque that day was most favored by David, president of the Gourmet Association. The ingredients for this dish are relatively simple, and the cooking process should not be complicated.
Lin Kesong made a carrot soup based on his studies these days and his deconstruction of the taste of this dish.
By the time she took a sniff, she already knew she wasn't doing it successfully. Bleu's thick soup, the creamy flavor complements the sweetness of carrots, while her own thick soup has a milky flavor. The carrots themselves are sweet, but the cream she uses also contains sugar. After the two are superimposed, the carrots themselves The taste is completely lost.
Lin Ke Song could only redo it, and this time she chose to use whipped cream. Although the thick soup after making it tastes much better than before, it still can't achieve the kind of taste that Bru made.
The third time, she chose to fry the carrots in butter until half cooked, then diced and boiled. Although the fragrance is overflowing, the smell of carrots is stronger, but the milky fragrance is covered. Using more cream will make the soup's consistency unbalanced.
Lin Kesong's hands supported the table, and the frustration in his heart was beyond words to describe.
Bruce is a layman like himself, but a month... a month only, he has reached another level, but he can't even make a carrot bisque.
Before, Lin Kesong felt that this was just a competition that belonged to her, and whether the performance was good or bad was at most the difference between whether there was a bonus and the amount of the bonus. But now, she understands that this is likely to be a contest between those masters, and what she represents is not herself, but Jiang Qianfan.
She exhaled, fetched the carrots, and recalled the taste of the carrot bisque again. It's just that her brain is no longer so clear, and even her memory has become insecure and confused.
Was this what she tasted like at the time? Is she sure it smells like butter? Is the flavor hierarchy of milk and carrots like this
The constant doubts made her messier.
What if Montgomery admired her ability to deconstruct the taste? This ability can't help her win any opponent who can make a complete dish independently in the competition.
She really felt heavy.
She doesn't care that she fails like a clown because no one will remember the clown.
But she really didn't want others to associate her failure with Jiang Qianfan.
Lin Kesong took the carrot, and when the blade touched the carrot, she found that she didn't know how to cut it.
The whole person was in a trance, and this huge kitchen suddenly became very lonely.
Just as her blade was cut, and the tip of the blade just touched her finger holding the carrot, the cold voice came from far to near, like ice particles falling from a height of 10,000 meters in an instant.
"what are you doing?"
Lin Kesong's shoulders trembled, and the carrot fell to the ground together with the knife.
Jiang Qianfan turned his face slightly, as if listening carefully. He took out the blind stick, opened it, and tapped it on the ground until it touched the carrot.
He lowered his body and was about to pick it up.
Lin Kesong hurriedly stopped him: "Be careful with the blade!"
Jiang Qianfan didn't seem to hear it, his fingers just swiped along the edge of the blade, and a trace of blood oozes from the pulp of his fingers.
"Mr. Jiang!" Lin Kesong immediately squatted down, raised his hand, took out the medicine box that had been prepared in the kitchen, and disinfected his wound with alcohol.
Jiang Qianfan's hand was quietly placed on Lin Kesong's left hand.
"I have reminded you, why do you still pick it up?"
"Ke Song, when you choose to take a path, you know that some harm will happen, but you can't escape, you can only face it."
Lin Kesong raised his head.
Jiang Qianfan's expression was calm, as if nothing changed after the vicissitudes.
This was the second time he called her "Cross".
Obviously with a cold tone, Lin Kesong had the illusion that he was being spoiled by the other party.
But Jiang Qianfan couldn't spoil anyone.
It was because of this that Lin Kesong couldn't control the question that was lingering in his heart.
"I know... But Mr. Jiang, have you ever thought that maybe choosing me to take your place in the 'Master Show' was a wrong decision?"
Reminding Jiang Qianfan to deny his own decision also required great courage for Lin Kesong.
"why?"
Jiang Qianfan asked calmly.
But this kind of calm made Lin Kesong even more anxious.
"Because...because I have no talent! If it weren't for going to the back kitchen, I might not even know salmon! Because I don't know how to combine various ingredients to make something delicious! Because I Might not be able to do everything that Blue is doing now in three months! Because…”
Too many because, at that moment, Lin Ke Song realized that he didn't know what to say for a while.
"Just because you can't make a creamy carrot bisque?"
Jiang Qianfan leaned his blind stick against the table, stretched out his hand, and searched for the three carrot soup that Lin Kesong made on the table.
He even lifted the spoon, scooping it up and putting it in his mouth.
"Don't try it, I used heavy cream by mistake, it was too thick and sweet."
As if he didn't hear it, Jiang Qianfan held the spoon: "It is indeed."
When he scooped up another portion, Lin Kesong added: "After I changed to the whipped cream, I lost the rich taste."
Jiang Qianfan still took a sip. He didn't make any comments, but brought the third soup in front of him with his fingers.
"This one... Carrots are not balanced with the milk, and the consistency is not right."
Lin Kesong just hoped that he could stop, and he didn't need to taste her failure again and again.
Jiang Qianfan still put it into his mouth after stirring it with a spoon.
"You're right about using whipped cream, and you're right about frying the carrots with butter, but have you ever thought about using half whipping cream and half fresh milk?"
Jiang Qianfan's voice was calm, completely different from Lin Kesong's anxiety.
"But during the 'Master Show', if it is creamy carrot bisque, Mr. Jiang, will the competition committee give me two or even three or four chances? They will allow you to come to my side like this Point me?"
This is the first time that Lin Kesong has asked Jiang Qianfan in a rhetorical tone.
"of course not."
"So Mr. Jiang, I've always wondered why you didn't choose a candidate who was easier to teach than me? A... a talented person who can make rapid progress with at least a little bit of advice like Bruce? Everything you have today comes from It's not easy, shouldn't you cherish your own feathers?"
Lin Kesong didn't understand. In fact, from the first day she came here, she didn't understand all of this.
It was only a month ago that she could still stay here with such ignorance, as long as she tried her best anyway.
But now, such "do not understand" makes her feel more pressure.
"What makes you think you're not a gifted person? What makes you think you're not as good as Blue? What makes you think that I choose you not to cherish your feathers?"
Jiang Qianfan's voice was still light, as if even if Lin Kesong burned his eyebrows, he would still be able to collapse in front of him without changing his face.
"What have I made? So many seasonings and ingredients I can't name them! You can't even make a bowl of shredded pork noodles with mushrooms that perfectly suits your taste! Now in front of an entry-level creamy carrot bisque , I'm also at a loss... It's been a month, you took me to the most advanced restaurant to study, I still can't achieve anything... "
"So you're blaming me for not teaching you well, right?"
Jiang Qianfan turned his face to the side, the icy white light fell on his face, the contrast between light and shadow was so clear, his face in the shadows was calm and mysterious, and the eyebrows and eyes in the light were as precise and precise as carved out of metal. no desire.
"No, you've taught me a lot that I didn't even know before..."
you are fine.
Good to perfection, from the taste to the cooking skills and even the perseverance in pursuit of perfection, it is so good that it scares me.
Afraid that such perfection will be shattered by me.
"Then you are blaming me for never being as persuasive as other good teachers, and encouraging you more?"
"No. You don't have any problems, it's me..."
Lin Kesong finally understood that Jiang Qianfan's indifference was also a kind of persistence, a kind of determination not to hit the southern wall and not to be destroyed.
Nothing could change his mind, not even the reality.
"It's me who isn't something that can be made at all."
Jiang Qianfan supported the edge of the table and slowly stood up.
His expression was clearly unwavering, yet there was an indescribable arrogance.
"So just now, you wanted to cut your finger so that you could quit because of the injury, and I had to agree, right?"
Lin Kesong held his breath and tried his best not to let him find any clues.
But her heart couldn't help beating wildly, because she didn't think that the thought that she only thought for even a second was actually discovered by Jiang Qianfan.
how can that be
"I do not have."
"Ke Song, I don't know how to make you have confidence. Shouldn't you stand at the height of a mentor, but be like an ordinary man, make you feel loved? I thought you were grown up. Girl, strong and persevering, but it seems like I was wrong."
For the first time, Lin Kesong felt puzzled by Jiang Qianfan's words.
What is an ordinary man
What does it mean to be loved
What does Jiang Qianfan mean
"You'll be braver if you think that, and so can I."
His voice was so calm, so natural that it could not be changed.
"… what can I do?"
This man has always been very clear about what he needs and what he wants to achieve. His emotions are rarely revealed, but he is not difficult to understand.
But at this moment, Lin Kesong seemed to understand everything he said.
Jiang Qianfan stretched out his hand and covered Lin Kesong's face. His palm is very warm, as if supporting everything.
The tears she had held back for a long time fell like that.
She has never been so cowardly. Even when she left the college entrance examination room knowing that her test papers were a mess, she could smile and say to herself that it was no big deal and come back next year.
And her cowardice is not because of others, but because of this man in front of her.
His fingers wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes, and he sighed slightly.
"I'm sorry, Croissant."
Lin Kesong felt like he was hallucinating.
How could the three words "I'm sorry" overflow from Jiang Qianfan's lips
"I don't just want you by my side, I want you to be confident and brave. So I should have done it earlier."
doing what
Before Lin Kesong understood all this, Jiang Qianfan turned to hold the back of her head, and suddenly held her against him.
That was the most powerful force majeure Lin Kesong had ever felt in his life. She slammed into his arms, almost forcing her to raise her head.
His face leaned towards her, and his delicate eyebrows were branded on Lin Kesong's eyeballs.
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 and squeezed into her teeth forcefully, completely unlike his usual indifference and indifference.
As if a match had been swiped in the dark, with a snort, it burned wildly, consuming all the oxygen without any scruples.
It was no ordinary lip contact, and she could clearly feel how he forced her to open her mouth, almost wantonly taking everything she had.
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.
He easily picked up her legs and placed her on the table. The moment she vacated, she could only clasp his shoulders in fear.
His forgetfulness and loss of control, like the tide of the end of the world, washed away everything.
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.
She couldn't breathe at all and struggled in panic.
She tapped him on the shoulder, pushing hard to get away from him. Such refusal makes the opponent stronger.
He folded her hands and pressed them behind her, demanding more tightly. Her head was thrown back, and she felt like she was about to be broken by him.
Lin Kesong had never seen Jiang Qianfan on this side.
It seemed that the frozen planet that had been silent for a long time burst apart in front of Lin Kesong, and the energy at that moment was about to destroy her into flying dust.
Just when she was about to cry, he stopped.
When the tip of his tongue left, he hooked her upper lip, as if all the pressure before was just to make her cherish this moment of tenderness.
His forehead rested gently against her, and the surging breathing was slowly returning to calm.
She closed her eyes tightly, her shoulders stiffened, and she dared not look at him.
He let go of her hand and took two steps back.
A few seconds later, Lin Kesong opened his eyes wide.
Jiang Qianfan walked along the table and retrieved the blind stick he was leaning against. His expression hasn't even changed, as if the person who did all that just now was not him.
Lin Kesong lowered her head and looked at her red wrist. She knew that she would not be able to forget Jiang Qianfan's strength for a long time.
He is a man, Lin Kesong has never felt so deeply as today.
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. There was no trace of that stormy madness in his eyes.
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'?"
But there is one thing, Lin Kesong is very sure that his thought of wanting to make Jiang Qianfan give up the competition by cutting his finger offended him.
If one day he really made up his mind to give up something, it must come from his own ideas, not anyone's design and coercion.
She squatted on the ground and pressed her lips, Jiang Qianfan's strength still remained.
Just like a comet, it broke through the earth's atmosphere, leaving an indelible impression, and then moved away in an instant.
Her heart was boiling, her blood was tumbling.
She never knew that a man's kiss could have so much power.
Just why would he do it
In Lin Kesong's view, if Jiang Qianfan kisses someone one day, it will only be because of total appreciation and love, not any other reason. He is just standing at the top, can anyone really let him open his own world to accept, understand, and even tolerate and appreciate
She sat on the ground and took a long time to get up. The whole person's head is foggy.
She didn't know how she cleaned the broken eggs and flour on the ground, nor how she wiped the countertop clean.
She went back to her room and sat at the table in a daze.
It was as if everything she knew had been subverted by Jiang Qianfan.
Until the next morning, Nina still woke her up half an hour earlier.
When she was about to finish her breakfast, she heard Jiang Qianfan's footsteps coming down the stairs.
Lin Kesong lowered his head and didn't even dare to look at each other.
He came to sit opposite her and said calmly, "Ke Song, are you finished?"
This was the third time he called her "Crescent".
Is this the prelude to his so-called "successful guidance" and "spring wind and rain"
She would rather not...
"Yes, it's over." Lin Kesong's fingers when he put down his chopsticks were trembling slightly.
Mel looked at Lin Kesong's expression with a look of inquiry. But he didn't say much, and sent the tablet in front of her.
"Read it."
On the tablet is not news but the most basic cooking recipes.
She glanced at Jiang Qianfan's profile, he just lowered his head and drank his porridge unhurriedly.
"Small pumpkin soup, three servings. Ingredients required, one small pumpkin, one large pumpkin, three small potatoes, 250 grams of chervil, 500 milliliters of chicken broth, and three tablespoons of fresh milk..."
"Ke Song, do you know why potatoes are added to the pumpkin soup?" Jiang Qianfan picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it in his mouth.
Lin Ke Song looked at him eating, and his brain almost forgot to think.
"In order to increase the starch content and taste in the thick soup. And the taste of the small potatoes will not affect the sweetness of the pumpkin."