Song Yiran leaned towards her, and the line of his lips was gently pulled apart, as slow as a thread.
At that moment, Lin Kesong was moved by the opponent like a puppet.
She even had an urge to just go with him.
But when such an impulse lingered in her mind, "I like you" slowly uttered by Jiang Qianfan's cold voice, her thoughts were quickly withdrawn as if they were scalded.
"Well, I figured it out. I'll survive until the end!"
Song Yiran looked at her with a deep and distant gaze. In her impression, he never looked at her like this.
It was a kind of hesitation, and after hesitation was the slump that had to give up.
"Okay. Whatever happens, remember to tell me."
"I know."
"Also, until that 'Masters' is over, no matter what the result is, you can't live here anymore."
"What's the matter? I think you seem to mind that I live here?" Lin Kesong asked with a smile, tilting his head.
"Because, I'm not happy."
Without any extra explanation, Song Yiran turned around. Lin Kesong had a feeling of confusion.
When she returned to the villa and had just walked a few steps, she was shocked to find that Jiang Qianfan was leaning against the wall with his blind stick.
"Jiang... Mr. Jiang! Why are you here?"
"Wait for your decision."
"What decision?"
Did Jiang Qianfan and Song Yiran take the wrong medicine today? Qi Qi chose to speak only half
Jiang Qianfan walked towards her slowly, he stretched out his hand, searched in the air, and finally touched Lin Kesong's shoulder.
Lin Kesong became nervous until Jiang Qianfan pressed her into his arms.
It's a wonderful feeling.
It was as if all the blood flow and thoughts stopped, and her dull feeling became sharp as if infected by Jiang Qianfan.
His breath beside her ear, and even every strand of her hair was feeling the temperature from his fingers.
"Decided not to give up."
"Why should I give up?"
From the beginning to now, she couldn't think of any reason to give up.
Jiang Qianfan let go of her, and the feeling of warmth leaving him made Lin Kesong suddenly empty.
But when she raised her eyes, the familiar illusion flooded her mind again.
The depression on Jiang Qianfan's lips was very deep, and there was a mysterious charm in the overlapping of light and shadow.
He seemed to be smiling.
Only those who feel it with the heart can find it.
"Cross, as long as you want to do it, you can do it sooner or later."
His voice was so low that no emotion could be heard.
But she understood his subtext: I will help you no matter what, accompany you, and even look up to you to go where you want to go.
"Mr. Jiang like this... doesn't look like Mr. Jiang at all." Lin Kesong pursed his lips and said with a smile.
"I am who I am, there is nothing like or unlike." Jiang Qianfan's eyebrows were still unshakable.
At that moment, Lin Kesong really believed that this man liked him.
"Ke Song, I know that the person you like is Song Yiran."
Lin Kesong looked at Jiang Qianfan in complete surprise.
"Your breath tells me you're surprised I would know."
"How did you know? All I said to Mel and to you... Song Yiran is my friend and classmate... "
"The tone of your voice to him, the way you tug at the corners of his clothes, and the taste of the food you prepared for this dinner, tell me that you are suppressing your love for him. If I were you, I would Say it boldly."
"Because you are Jiang Qianfan, you don't understand this worry that once you say something, the person you like will keep away from you. As long as I endure well, maybe I can stay close to him. The place... Loving is a very wonderful feeling. It can make a person brave enough to be fearless, but also make a person cowardly... I can't help but destroy the tacit understanding between me and him, no matter how to fix it. There's no going back. Friends and lovers can stick together, but there is a world of difference. But to take that step... it's not just courage, but determination."
Such words had been suppressed in her heart for a long time, and she could not tell them and no one could listen to them.
"If you can't do it, it means you don't like him enough. In the future, try to like the person who made you brave."
Jiang Qianfan walked forward calmly.
In Lin Kesong's ears, there seemed to be a sound of the air being dry to the point of cracking. Something had passed her by for granted, and the place in his heart that Song Yiran had been holding tightly was about to suddenly open up.
After that, Lin Kesong spent almost all of his time in the kitchen.
From making two dishes a day for Lin Kesong to make according to the taste he tastes, to three or four dishes a day, Lin Kesong found himself quickly mastering various cooking skills from Jiang Qianfan. Whether it's grilling, frying or baking, she finds herself more and more at home.
Half a month later, Jiang Qianfan no longer cooked any dishes for Lin Kesong to taste, but gave her limited ingredients, let her mix her own imagination, and make what she thought was delicious.
Such challenges are both difficult and imaginative. Whenever she saw Jiang Qianfan lowered her head to taste the dishes she made, she would have a very nervous feeling. Especially when Jiang Qianfan opened his lips, leaned down, and his hair fluttered along his forehead, Lin Kesong's nerves were extremely concentrated, as if he was waiting for the super lottery number to be revealed.
She always remembered the agreement between herself and Jiang Qianfan. If one day she made something that Jiang Qianfan felt delicious, Jiang Qianfan would agree to a condition.
If there is such a day, her condition is probably to let Jiang Qianfan smile at her, right
Maybe Jiang Qianfan's smile will be more ugly than crying
Lin Kesong was rubbing his face, thinking hard in his mind.
"What are you thinking about?"
A cool voice rang in her ears.
"No! I'm making a face!"
"You forgot to put the eggs." Jiang Qianfan got so close that Lin Kesong could clearly see his eyelashes, "Also, don't use unrealistic fantasies on me."
Lin Kesong is embarrassed...
What the hell is going on here, why does she always know exactly what she thinks about the other party? Not even in a daze
This unscientific!
Although Jiang Qianfan's insight into her made her a little distressed, Lin Kesong felt that every day passed quickly. Sometimes when she turned her face to the side, or raised her head, she could see Jiang Qianfan quietly sitting not far or near with her blind stick.
His profile is beautiful, but he himself will never know.
After a day of cooking learning, Lin Ke Song often went to cook something for Song Yiran.
The guy's first semester is almost over, and the most stressful final exam is coming. In Lin Kesong's impression, Song Yiran has always been a scholar-tyrant type, and he doesn't need to bother doing questions or reading books at all. But this time is different. It seems that his professor and Ren Ke's tutor are very strict. This guy has been taking notes and flipping books in front of his desk for a whole week without relaxing.
Standing at the door of the study with a dinner plate, Song Yiran could clearly see the seriousness of Song Yiran wearing black-rimmed glasses and taking notes.
Lin Kesong put the dinner plate by his desk but was not in a hurry to disturb him until he turned over an entire chapter.
He stuck the pen between the pages, turned his face to Lin Kesong and opened his mouth: "Ah—"
Lin Kesong wanted to say why your young master got sick again, but when she met the smiling eyes behind his lenses, he knew that this guy did it on purpose.
She forked a small piece of bacon egg roll and stuffed it into Song Yiran's mouth with a vicious expression.
He closed his eyes, nodding and chewing.
"Hey, is it delicious?"
"Delicious. The instant noodles you cook now have a pasta style."
"Go to hell." Lin Kesong shoved a large piece into his mouth.
Song Yiran almost choked, this guy looks so good even if he is choked by food.
"Hey, the game is about to start in a week, are you nervous?"
"It must be pretending not to be nervous! I don't have such a good psychological quality." Lin Kesong exhaled.
She doesn't know what the so-called "Master Show" will be like and what challenges she will face.
When the competition starts, she will be surrounded by only competitors, she will not be able to get Jiang Qianfan's guidance, everything will depend on her.
"When the game is over, don't forget what you promised me."
Song Yiran's eyes narrowed, and Lin Kesong felt the pressure inexplicably.
At this moment, Song Yiran's cell phone rang.
He glanced at the phone number, and a slightly mocking smile appeared on his lips.
He got up, came to the window, stretched his voice, and said with a smile, "Brother, long time no see!"
The conversation between them, in Song Yiran's tone, was like "brother, brother and brother".
But Lin Kesong knew that Song Yiran had complicated feelings for his eldest brother, from initial respect to later disappointment to "that's it", step by step to where he is today, Lin Kesong knew that Song Yiran was in heartache.
After hanging up the phone, Song Yiran looked back at Lin Kesong, smiled and said, "Song Yifan actually said that he wants to come to New York to see me."
"Then what are you going to do?"
Lin Kesong knew that the seriousness Song Yiran had shown these days was probably going to go away again.
"Well..." Song Yiran stretched and simply closed the pages of the book, "Of course, don't make yourself look too hard."
After he finished speaking, he moved the dinner plate in front of him in a sullen mood and started to eat the egg rolls.
Lin Kesong didn't say anything, Da Lala sat on the corner of his desk and swayed his legs, watching him eat.
His eyelashes are very long, looking down from this angle, they look more slender and long, as if quicksand slips sparsely from between his eyebrows.
"Cross, eating what you make is the happiest thing I've done since I came to New York."
"So do you think this flavor will make me win the final championship? You know, that's a $300,000 reward!"
Song Yiran smiled softly: "You won't get as much as 300,000 in the end."
"Ah? Why?"
Song Yiran raised his face and pinched Lin Kesong's nose: "Fool, do you think you don't need to pay taxes?"
Lin Kesong's face suddenly collapsed.
"However, I think you will definitely become the champion. So Croissant, if one day I start running a restaurant, will you be my chef?"
There was a moving expectation in his eyes.
"If you dare to ask me, I will do it."
The two smiled at each other.
When Lin Kesong returned to Jiang Qianfan's villa, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.
She stepped into the living room and found that Jiang Qianfan was sitting on the sofa wearing a plaid casual shirt, while Mel was reading a very long article on the tablet.
This was the first time Lin Kesong saw Jiang Qianfan dressed in such a casual manner, and he couldn't help but look at him more.
But Mel stopped her directly: "Cross, I think this article is more suitable for you to read! You will definitely learn a lot of useful things from it!"
Lin Kesong looked at Jiang Qianfan, he had no objection to Mel's suggestion. So she took the tablet and glanced at the content of the article, and found that it turned out to be a recipe for baking written by a chef named Lilith.
Lin Kesong then continued to recite. While reading, he subconsciously looked at Jiang Qianfan.
His life has always been very regular, and this time he should stay in his room, pour a small glass of red wine, lean on the terrace and think about his restaurant, new dishes, or other meaningful things.
When Mel walked away, Jiang Qianfan, who had been silent, said, "Tomorrow, I will make foie gras and quail. You have to taste it well."
Foie gras quail
Lin Kesong blinked, knowing that this is Jiang Qianfan's specialty dish!
Although she had seen him do it before, she didn't know anything about cooking skills at that time, so she didn't understand the significance of Jiang Qianfan's every step. But now, she will definitely keep her eyes wide open and remember his every small to seemingly trivial movement!
"Since the students participate in the competition in place of the tutors, there should be no shortage of cooking the tutor's famous dishes."
Jiang Qianfan stood up and walked towards the stairs.
"I don't need to read this article anymore?" Lin Kesong asked suspiciously.
"No. Mel read it when it first came out."
ah? Why did Mel just now...
Wait, isn't Jiang Qianfan waiting for her to come back
Lin Kesong raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Qianfan's figure walking up the stairs unhurriedly, like a day and night transition, like an illusion.
Just when she was about to lose sight of him, Jiang Qianfan suddenly stopped, "Ke Song, were you happy when you were with Mr. Song today?"
"Ah?" Lin Kesong was surprised that Jiang Qianfan suddenly asked this question.
In other words, Lin Kesong was a little surprised that he would care about this issue.
Even if he said he liked her, in Lin Kesong's opinion, Jiang Qianfan's affection for her is completely ignorant of the world's fireworks... But in fact, does he also care that she and Song Yiran are together
"He's about to take an exam, I just made something for him to eat."
"If you encounter anything that makes you feel unhappy, don't hold back and come back early."
At that moment, Lin Kesong seemed to understand the intention of Jiang Qianfan waiting for her here.
He knew what kind of feelings she had for Song Yiran, so he didn't want her to suffer any harm from Song Yiran.
Lin Kesong, who was lying on the bed, kept echoing in his mind was Jiang Qianfan's phrase "come back early".
It was cold and seemingly calm, but it was like a warm palm covering Lin Kesong's heart.
It's actually easy to be moved.
A woman will be touched many times in her life. Watching the sunrise and sunset, looking up at the autumn water and the sky, a novel or a movie can be moved to tears.
But from liking one person to falling in love with another person is not so easy.
Doctor Xie once reminded her that once Jiang Qianfan fell in love with someone, it was absolute and pure.
He is a man of restraint. Lin Kesong knew that he would not let his "absolute" become the reason for suffocating the other party.
She knew that he was beautiful.
"Mr. Jiang."
"What's wrong?" Jiang Qianfan stopped.
"Now I respect you, even adore you, but I don't like you."
Say what's on your mind, honestly. Even if she didn't say it, he could feel it.
"thank you for telling me."
Jiang Qianfan's face was still neither angry nor happy. The answer was completely unexpected.
His indifference made her a little helpless.
"Because I'm important to you, you won't accept me easily. You're the kind of girl who is more careful the more you care. It's the same for Mr. Song, and it's the same for me. What you worry about is never rejection, but Lost. Maybe you are cowardly compared to those women who cut the mess with a knife, but to me it is cute. Because once you have accumulated enough courage to take that step, you will be more than those who seem to dare to love and hate Women are more relentless.”
Lin Kesong's eyes were slightly sour.
Why did this man see through her in three months
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."
"Good night, Croissant."
After speaking, Jiang Qianfan disappeared at the end of the stairs.
And Lin Kesong's heart is like a turbulent flowing water, twists and turns, and finally merges into the sea.
Every day is precious now, and it has completely entered the countdown stage of the "Master Show".
Today, he was about to taste Jiang Qianfan's foie gras and quail, and Lin Kesong couldn't help but get nervous.
But Jiang Qianfan didn't mean to let her watch from the sidelines, but let her sit on the terrace of the room.
The sun was fine today, lounging on the edge of the patio. There is a faint fragrance of climbing roses in the air, and the mood is gently swaying with the breeze.
She closed her eyes, obviously the closer she got to the competition, the more nervous she should be, but at the moment, her mood was very calm, and she didn't have the anxiety she had when taking the college entrance examination.
The aroma of sea prawns and the rich smell of peas loomed in the air.
Lin Kesong turned his face to the side, and Mel, who was wearing a suit and bow tie, came to her with a dinner plate. The plate was covered with a cover, so that people couldn't see what was inside.
The smile in his eyes was deep, and he leaned down at the right angle, "Ke Song, guess what's the appetizer today?"
This taste, she will never forget. That was the first dish she cooked in the back kitchen of a high-end restaurant, watching Jiang Qianfan, when the head chef Brody was his deputy.
"I didn't think there was an appetizer... I thought it was only the main course! It's pea and shrimp jelly, right?"
"Your nose is amazing." Mel took the hood off.
The pea and shrimp jelly in front of me was cut into six evenly-thick slices. The tender green of the peas complemented the whiteness of the shrimp meat. The jelly film exuded an attractive luster under the sun, not to mention the slightly sour green plum sauce on the bottom of the plate. The flavors of cloves, turmeric and basil are blended together, and Lin Kesong feels delicate after eating only a small piece. The mouth is full of the richness and freshness of peas and shrimp. And the taste of this jelly is very natural, there is no gelatin taste.
"This is a jelly made from pig skin... It takes several hours. Did Mr. Jiang prepare the pig skin jelly last night?"
"Sir started preparing at eight this morning." Mel replied with a smile.
Lin Kesong was stunned: "So early? Could it be that there are other guests today?"
"Today, sir, you are the only guest."
Lin Kesong lowered his head and looked at the exquisite appetizers on the plate, suddenly he was reluctant to eat any more.
"Sir said, don't bother to guess how the food is made. Just enjoy the taste of the food. Now you are no longer a layman who knows nothing about cooking. The master believes that as long as it is truly delicious, It will definitely be remembered by your brain. And as long as the taste is remembered by you, sooner or later, you will be able to make it.”
Mel took two steps back and left the terrace very politely.
Lin Kesong's heart was as light as it was about to fly.
She enjoyed the appetizers beautifully, the feeling that the shrimps bounced off naturally when they collided with her teeth.
When the current dish ran out, Mel, as if calculating the time, served the main course, quail and foie gras.
Such a beautifully arranged plate, people can't help but destroy everything on the plate.
Lin Kesong could hardly imagine how Jiang Qianfan, who had lost his sight, did all this.
He must have cooked the same dish thousands of times to get to where he is now.
This is a famous dish that represents Jiang Qianfan's cooking level.
Lin Kesong took a deep breath and cut open the quail. The strong aroma of foie gras is completely locked in the quail, without fishy smell, with the smell of various spices, one after another. When she put it in her mouth, she first tasted the unique meaty aroma of quail after being cooked to perfection and roasted. When she bit her teeth, she touched the foie gras, which was tender and rich in flavor. The natural flavor of the ingredients and the perfect spice. Mixed together.
Obviously it's all meat, but it's not greasy at all.
Even the faint sweet and sour taste left in the mouth made her appetite.
As if she couldn't eat enough, she felt that she had not yet firmly remembered all the flavors of the dish, but the plate was already empty.
At this time, there were rhythmic footsteps coming from the door of the room. It was Jiang Qianfan.
He pushed open the door, still wearing the chef's white shirt, looking refined and orderly.
He was holding a plate in his left hand, followed by Mel.