How many years do you mean by "many years"
If ten years is not enough, is there really a lifetime
Could it be that when she is old, will she still keep a heart that yearns for her
At that moment, Jiang Qianfan's "I like you" became ethereal and melodious.
Like a kind of consolation, there was a rush of excitement in the calm.
The kitchen and dining room of this villa are integrated.
Lin Kesong turned around and put the dinner plate on the table: "Eat it!"
"Hey, it's really scrambled eggs with tomatoes!" Song Yiran showed an exaggerated expression, took out a spoon, sat at the table with a very serious expression, and scooped a spoonful into his mouth.
Lin Kesong waited for him to say something, but he just ate spoonful after spoonful.
"Hey, is it delicious?" Lin Kesong couldn't help asking.
"It's better than scrambled eggs with salted tomatoes." Song Yiran replied with a smile.
"Really?" Lin Kesong took a spoon.
The egg is very soft, and the juice of the tomato is boiled out. The natural sourness of the tomato is combined with the fragrance of the egg. It has a unique flavor, but it is a pity that there is no salt.
"How about it, is it better than the tomato scrambled eggs you added salt to that day?" Song Yiran asked.
"Really." Lin Kesong also laughed.
After Song Yiran finished lunch, he took Lin Kesong to the living room. The two sat on the mat and started playing games in front of the TV. This is almost a daily project for the two of them during their winter and summer vacations. Today, Song Yiran said that he wanted to test the fit of the TV with the game.
"Hey! Did you make a mistake! I'll die if you hit that side!" Lin Kesong shouted in joy.
"I wanted to win you! How can I win if you don't die?" Song Yiran answered as a matter of course.
When this guy is playing games, he can really be described as "fast, ruthless, and accurate". With a serious face, those who don't know think he is watching the stock market! Lin Kesong glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, and the light from the screen flashed across his face, like an illusion.
Sometimes Lin Kesong would feel that such Song Yiran, with a clear goal and decisive action, is the real him.
Two or three seconds later, Lin Kesong really died. She reached out her hand angrily and grabbed Song Yiran's head into a bird's nest.
Eyes were a little tired, Lin Kesong lay lazily on the mat and kicked Song Yiran with his foot: "Hey, I said... Are you and your girlfriends tired of playing games every day?"
"I will only do this to you." Song Yiran pulled the mat to Lin Kesong's side and lay down with her.
"Um… "
The corners of her lips curled up on her own, although she had always known that Song Yiran was good at coaxing women, but he seldom told her such words.
"Cross."
"Huh?" Lin Kesong was sleepy. If it was normal at this time, she should be taking a nap.
"We will always be together like this, right?" Song Yiran's voice was light, like some kind of temptation.
"Well... I'm going to sleep for a while... Be sure to wake me up before two-thirty... "
She has to go back to Jiang Qianfan's kitchen to continue her practice of pan-fried scallops and grilled sea bass with tomatoes and olives.
Hearing her faint sound, Song Yiran propped her chin, reached out a hand, and touched her forehead lightly.
Lin Kesong was woken up by the sound of the phone call. It's Mel's phone.
When she sat up suddenly, she found that it was already 4:30 in the afternoon.
My goodness!
"Ke Song, it seems that you are very happy with your friends."
"That... I accidentally fell asleep and forgot the time!"
Could it be that Jiang Qianfan also came back! Would he be disappointed if he found out that she didn't stay in the kitchen and study hard
Lin Kesong kicked Song Yiran angrily, but this guy slept soundly!
Song Yiran sat up reluctantly, rubbed her eyes, and her sleepy look was a bit childish.
"It doesn't matter, I just called to ask if you will come back for dinner tonight?" Mel's voice was full of smiles.
"Come back of course! Is Mr. Jiang back too?"
"Yes, Mr. Jiang will be back at three o'clock."
Lin Kesong suddenly had a feeling of "death".
"Since you're back, Mr. Jiang wants me to tell you, why don't you invite Mr. Song to have dinner too."
Lin Kesong was a little surprised at that moment. According to Jiang Qianfan, he just knew that he was with Song Yiran
But the question is, how did he know
Before Lin Kesong could answer, Song Yiran replied with a smile, "Yes."
"We look forward to your arrival."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Kesong looked at Song Yiran with suspicious eyes: "I said, what kind of medicine do you sell in your gourd? Why did Mr. Jiang invite you to dinner?"
"Everyone is a neighbor. Don't you know that when you move to a new community abroad, you have the habit of visiting your neighbors and giving them some cookies and gifts?" Song Yiran had a natural expression on her face.
But based on what Lin Kesong knew about him, this guy must be hiding something from himself.
"Have you prepared cookies?"
"Why don't you bake now? I have butter and flour there."
"Forget it, you don't even have any candy. Also, you can't talk well and don't be a good friend. Mr. Jiang was never the type who would invite neighbors into his villa and have dinner together? What's going on? "Lin Kesong grabbed Song Yiran's collar and asked seriously.
"Don't you know what Hongmen Banquet is?" Song Yiran raised his hand and put it on Lin Kesong's shoulder, a chill in his eyes, "Maybe he wants to kill me."
"Kill your head!" Lin Kesong slapped him on the head, "Go and take a shower, don't have any messy smells! Don't talk nonsense when you see him! Say one more word if you shouldn't say it. Pull out your tongue!"
Lin Ke Song kicked Song Yiran into the bathroom.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Kesong and Song Yiran walked into Jiang Qianfan's villa.
Mel walks ahead of them to lead the way. Song Yiran put both hands in his pockets, watching as he walked.
Lin Kesong was inexplicably nervous. In fact, after thinking about it carefully, Song Yiran's life level was closer to Jiang Qianfan than hers. She didn't need to worry about what he would say in front of Jiang Qianfan. And Song Yiran is good at dancing with long sleeves, so it should be a piece of cake to get Jiang Qianfan. It's just that Jiang Qianfan's thoughts, don't guess, you can't figure it out even if you guess...
"Mr. Mel, who cleaned the marble floor here. It's really clean, like a mirror." Song Yiran said in fluent English with no accent at all.
"Thank you for your compliment. We will have a special company come to do cleaning and maintenance every week. If Mr. Song needs it, I can also introduce it to you." Mel replied succinctly.
"No need. It's too clean. It's a bit scary to look down and feel like you can see your own shadow on the ground."
Lin Kesong tugged at Song Yiran, what does it mean to be a little scary
"Mr. Jiang's requirements for cleanliness are higher than ordinary people." There was a faint smile in Mel's voice, and he was not unhappy at all, a professional housekeeper.
When they finally came to the restaurant, Jiang Qianfan was sitting at the dining table, holding a blind cane in his hand.
"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Song and Ke Song are here."
Jiang Qianfan stood up and stretched out his hand in Song Yiran's direction: "I heard that you moved nearby and became my neighbor."
"Yes." Song Yiran laughed and held his hand.
There is a sense of confrontation between the two of them in the mall, although they have no communication at all except for those two polite words.
"Ke Song, Mr. Song is your friend. You will be in charge of tonight's dinner."
Before Lin Kesong came, he thought that Jiang Qianfan would not cook for her and Song Yiran in person, and she did nothing all afternoon.
"Yes, Mr. Jiang. Just don't know what the menu is?"
"Let's use the pan-fried scallops you just learned for the starter. The main course is charcoal-grilled pork chops with raspberries. For dessert, choose caramel stewed pears."
Lin Kesong blinked, the pan-fried scallops were fine, but she only watched Jiang Qianfan make it once, and even the ingredients for the hollandaise sauce for pork chops were very complicated. Come again, caramel stewed pears, although she has seen the preparation method in the cookbook, but she has not tried it!
Looking at Jiang Qianfan's calm expression, she understood that this was another study for her. She should have the ability to make a finished product without anyone's demonstration and help.
Lin Kesong glanced at Song Yiran worriedly, only he and Jiang Qianfan were sitting together, can they have anything to say? Song Yiran wouldn't say something that shouldn't be said again without thinking? Or were the two awkwardly silent until dinner was over
When Lin Kesong left the restaurant, Mel served a very traditional and rustic Chinese tea set and brewed oolong tea for them.
Song Yiran held a small teacup, smelled the fragrance of the tea, and said with a smile, "It's rare to be able to taste such a good oolong in New York. But Mr. Jiang, if you invite me, it's not just dinner, right?"
Jiang Qianfan did not touch the teacup in front of him, still maintaining his previous posture, standing still.
"They say you look good, handsome, personable, and talented."
"Thank you for the compliment, and you too."
"What's even more rare is that in addition to your appearance, you also know how to dormancy and forbearance."
"What do you mean?" Song Yiran turned his face sideways and looked into Jiang Qianfan's unchanging eyes.
"The Song family has always been good at hotel management and has made great achievements in this field. The hotels invested by your family are not only in China, but also in Malaysia, Singapore, Japan, Sri Lanka, Maldives and other tourist countries. Hotels and Resorts.”
"I didn't expect that Mr. Jiang would be interested in the Song family. But I believe that the purpose of you and me talking about this is not to cooperate with the Song family, right?"
"The Song family can indeed be said to be outstanding in your father's generation. But when it comes to your generation, it's really gone. Now on the surface, your elder brother Song Yifan is in charge. But it's a pity that he has no business acumen and market vision, and he is deeply loved by you. The influence of your uncle, it can be said that your uncle is in charge of the Song family now."
"Ah, thanks for the recap. It's just that none of this concerns me."
"How can it have nothing to do with you?" Jiang Qianfan's body leaned forward slightly, and at that moment, a sense of oppression came on his face.
Song Yiran even had the illusion that the other party could actually see it.
"On the surface, your eldest brother subsidizes you to study in the United States, but in fact it keeps you away from the power core of the Song family. Here, he will give you whatever you want, except power. He wants to use a luxurious life to numb you, use Pleasure to kill your ambitions. It's just that if I were him, I wouldn't send you to the United States. You use the money he pays you to live on as the principal, in the United States, where the capital market is running at a high speed, constantly Accumulate your own net worth. I'm just curious, does he know that you have invested in snr? Network technology can indeed achieve great profits now, not to mention the popularity of smart phones now. "
"Can I think that Mr. Jiang is complimenting me?" Song Yiran touched his chin.
At this time, Mel brought the appetizer to the two of them: "Fried scallops, please taste."
Three scallops were placed on each plate, fried until golden brown and had an enticing aroma. Underneath the scallops are pickled radishes, sliced as thin as cicada wings, and garnished with mashed peas that have been boiled and then roasted.
"Is this really what Ke Song did?" Song Yiran lowered her head with a surprised expression.
"There's no one else in the kitchen except her."
Song Yiran lowered his head and tasted a scallop. The fresh and just right taste lingered on the tip of his tongue: "Sure enough, a famous teacher has a great apprentice. Mr. Jiang, you can continue the topic just now."
"What if your eldest brother knew what you were doing now?" Jiang Qianfan said calmly.
Song Yiran put down his fork, and the smile on his lips deepened: "Mr. Jiang plans to tell him?"
"You haven't accumulated enough money to match your uncle's money, and you still need them to 'fund' you. That's why you keep pretending to indulge in pleasure every day. Hit them back with their money, you Step by step, it is almost seamless, but often success or failure is just a single thought. But don't worry, I didn't expose your thoughts to your elder brother and uncle. "
"Oh, can't you see that Mr. Jiang is an old-fashioned gentleman who thinks he must defeat his opponent head-on to have a sense of honor?"
"Because I want Croissant to stay here in peace and do what she wants to do."
Song Yiran lowered her head and squeezed the fork with her fingers, "Mr. Jiang, do you know what it's like to have a crush on a girl for ten years but know that you can never confess?"
"You know very well that as long as others know that she is the person you care about the most, your enemies will turn her into a weapon against you. And before you fight back, your marriage will become a family marriage. Deal. Your admiration is meaningless. You have been waiting, forbearance, and put all your effort into putting her where you can see it." Jiang Qianfan said calmly.
"So I will never tolerate anyone sabotaging everything I planned. If you want to give it a try, Song will accompany you."
Song Yiran lowered his head and slowly put the remaining scallops into his mouth.
"You have endured everything for what you want to get back, then I think you should be able to understand the feelings of the praise. I have no doubt that she will make any retreat she can make for you, no matter the retreat or concession. How frustrated she is. You can just put her where you can see it for your own goals. Do you want her to put her dreams where you can only see it?"
"Mr. Jiang, you are indeed a very convincing person."
At this time, Mel brought the main course. Raspberry Charcoal Grilled Pork Chops.
Song Yiran tilted his head to take a closer look, and said to Mel, "Mr. Mel, are you sure this was not prepared by you in advance, but made by Ke Song?"
"I take this as a compliment to Miss Croissant." Mel made a "please use" gesture and left.
Song Yiran slipped her fingers over the edge of the plate and laughed softly: "Now I know why you invited me to dinner. You want me to know her talent in this field."
"Yes."
"You want me to feel mean and take away her dream in order to keep her by my side. But Mr. Jiang, for me, loving someone is inherently mean. A gentleman can never get it. "
At this time, Lin Kesong had finished making the desserts, and she personally delivered them on a cart.
When she came to the table, she found that the appetizers and main dishes in front of Jiang Qianfan were almost untouched, and she couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Could it be that there is something wrong with the taste of what she made
She was a little nervous about whether to bring dessert, after all, there were so many main dishes on their plates.
What happened to these two people
Lin Kesong quietly pulled Song Yiran's clothes, and asked the other party with his eyes: Did you say something that shouldn't be said
"I had a good chat with Mr. Jiang."
Song Yiran replied with a smile, and got up and opened the chair for Lin Kesong.
"Really?" Lin Kesong looked in Jiang Qianfan's direction.
She always felt that the atmosphere between the two was so... weird
Jiang Qianfan had already picked up the knife and fork and started tasting her main dish. He put the scallop between his lips and held the fork slightly in a restrained and sexy movement. Lin Kesong could almost imagine the moment when the food touched the tip of his tongue. Even when he swallowed, the surging in his throat made Lin Kesong hold his breath.
Lin Kesong thought he would say something, but he just ate a whole appetizer quietly.
This is completely inconsistent with his habit of taking only one bite!
Lin Ke Song stared at his lips, thinking he would say something to suggest, but when Mel moved the main course plate in front of him, he started cutting the pork chops.
Just when Ke Song was very nervous, under the dining table, someone lightly clasped Lin Ke Song's hand.
Such a familiar temperature is Song Yiran. She looked over, Song Yiran held her chin and smiled lightly at her.
His fingers slowly inserted between hers, pinching slightly, wanting her to feel at ease.
He could always read her emotions easily.
"Have you tried your own pork chops?" Jiang Qianfan asked.
"Yes! I have tasted it!"
"Do you think there are any shortcomings?" Jiang Qianfan asked.
Lin Kesong took a breath: "I don't think the amount of raspberry sauce is right. Too much sweetness and sourness affects the taste of the pork chop itself. In addition, the raspberry sauce is applied too early, causing the raspberries to be roasted. Too long and sour."
"So you've made adjustments to the dipping sauce at the bottom of the plate, and it's not the original taste that is intact."
"So, is my adjustment successful?" Lin Kesong asked nervously.
"In my opinion, you managed to salvage the taste imbalance of this dish."
Jiang Qianfan lowered his head and continued to eat the pork chops on the plate.
Lin Kesong pursed his lips and smiled silently.
She was really worried that Jiang Qianfan would blame her for playing these clever tricks here before class, but the cooking time for a charcoal-grilled pork chop is really not short. If she did it again, she was afraid that Song Yiran and Jiang Qianfan would face each other like this Sitting dry, will there be any problems.
So when she found out that the raspberries were too sour, she had to adjust the dipping sauce.
The dinner ends with the rich sweetness of caramelized braised pears.
Lin Kesong sent Song Yiran to the door of the villa.
"Hey, you promised me that you would come and live with me." Song Yiran put her hands in her pockets, leaned down and leaned her face to Lin Kesong, there was no depth in his smile.
Lin Kesong smiled and hammered his shoulder with his fist: "If I really live with you, I'm afraid I can't help it."
"Can't bear what?"
"I can't help teasing you, a good woman!"
Song Yiran sighed: "You're actually reluctant to leave here, right?"
Lin Kesong lowered his head. Except for the fact that she had a crush on him, she had never concealed other things from him, and it was the same at this moment.
"It's not that I'm reluctant, it's that I can't. I can learn a lot here. Song Yiran, you know, it's the first time I want to do something well, and it's the first time I feel that I like what I'm doing."
"Okay, I understand." Song Yiran's finger flicked between Lin Kesong's brows, "You made me worry to death, how much did you think you were bullied."
Lin Kesong lowered his head and smiled: "Don't worry, Mr. Jiang just doesn't seem to be easy to get along with. But he has always been a matter of fact, and his criticism of me is actually very objective."
"Do you know that the tone of voice you speak of him and the words you use to describe him are completely different from the way you described him to me that day."
"Sorry for worrying you."
"Nothing, come over and make something delicious when you have time!"
"Come on, there are a lot of people who want to cook for you!"
"But what you do, no one can match."
Song Yiran stood under the silver moonlight, with a clear beauty that came out of the dust.
"Ke Song, have you figured it out clearly, don't live with me?"