Lin Kesong answered the phone and said in the brightest voice possible, "Thank you for coming to my game!"
"You said 'thank you,' but not necessarily. Mel told me you were calm before I came. After I came, you were nervous."
His voice was cold.
It doesn't make people feel ruthless, on the contrary, it has a calming power.
Lin Ke Song wanted to lie down in his voice and fall asleep, so he didn't have to wake up from now on.
"If I make you feel stressed, I'll..."
"I want you to come! If you look at me, I'll... I'll be more calm!"
This was the first time that Lin Kesong interrupted Jiang Qianfan's words.
If she was watched by him, she knew that she would not be at a loss or be in chaos. No matter what happened, as long as Jiang Qianfan was where she could see, she would know exactly what she should do.
"I'll wait for you at Yuejiang Tower."
After speaking, the phone hangs up.
His voice was very light, but the phrase "waiting for you" was so light that it was inaudible, but it was like some kind of magic spell, lingering in her ears and clinging to her thoughts.
Lin Kesong ran in the corridor.
"Hey, Croissant, where are you going!" Uncle looked at her back and tried to stop her.
"I'm going to dinner with my friends!"
"Hey! This kid!"
When Lin Kesong came to the door of the Red Vinson Hotel, he saw a black car. It was Miller who was driving.
Returning to Jiang Qianfan's villa again, Lin Kesong had a feeling he didn't know how to describe.
Mel stood at the door and smiled at her: "Welcome back, Bun."
As if this was her home.
He took her to the terrace of Jiang Qianfan's room, where the tableware was already set, and the newly picked climbing roses swayed gently in the simple glass bottle, as if chanting in her ear what.
Jiang Qianfan was leaning against the terrace. In his hand was a wine glass filled with red wine. With a twist of his wrist, the red liquid in the glass swayed in an arc that evoked his emotions.
When Lin Kesong stepped into the sunlight, Jiang Qianfan placed the wine glass on the edge of the terrace behind him.
He took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and seemed to be looking for Lin Kesong's direction in the air. His face looked in Lin Kesong's direction, approaching her step by step, until he touched her brow, she held her breath and even forgot to turn her face away.
Jiang Qianfan's palm gently covered her face, and his palm was very warm, causing her to lean over subconsciously.
"What do you want to eat today?"
"Is anything ok?"
"Anything is fine."
"I want to eat your hash brown tower."
"Why a hash brown tower?"
"Because of today's competition, Victor's potato pancake tower was highly praised by the judges, but I couldn't taste his work. But if it was you, I know you made it better than Victor's. I can see from you what I still lack."
"it is good."
Jiang Qianfan walked past her.
That "OK" sounded like pampering.
Whatever she wanted, he would do it for her.
Lin Kesong sat at the table, and the sunlight cast the shadow of her fingers on the table. She was like a child, playing with her own shadow, but she couldn't hide her anticipation. What will Jiang Qianfan's potato pancake tower taste like
Lin Kesong tried desperately to imagine, but he couldn't imagine it.
The only thing she can be sure of is that his pancake tower must be something she will never forget.
I don't know when, the fragrance of potatoes came from the air, which made people swallow their saliva subconsciously.
She turned her face to the side, and saw Mel holding a plate, came to Lin Kesong politely, and placed the plate in front of her without making a sound.
Instead of being adorned in intricate ways like Victor's work, it lay lounging in the center of the plate, covered with a small slice of tomato.
It looks so ordinary, but it exudes a tempting fragrance.
Jiang Qianfan sat down opposite her, folded his hands on his chin, "Try it."
His voice was soft, touching her nerves, and even before she put the pancake tower in her mouth, she already had a wonderful feeling.
The crust of the pancake tower was more golden than any of the contestants she had seen in the competition today. When the knife touches it, it can feel a crisp, like breaking ice. Lin Kesong put it into his mouth, and only then did he understand that Jiang Qianfan had added egg liquid to the batter, and after frying, it would have such a crunchy and eye-catching color and taste. The potato cubes were baked until soft on the inside and crisp on the outside, and the rich but not messy flavor penetrated her taste buds.
Jiang Qianfan not only mastered the heat of baking potato cubes, but Lin Kesong guessed that he wrapped the potatoes in tinfoil and baked them with spices. She tasted garlic, whipped cream, sage, minced nutmeg. Salt and pepper are also just right. This roasting method locks in the flavors and allows the potatoes to fully absorb the flavors of the spices.
As for the shrimp in the cracks of the potato cubes, it is even more tongue-twisting. Lin Kesong tries to deconstruct Jiang Qianfan's way of handling shrimp. He marinated shrimp in white wine, basil, turmeric, and rosemary. He then roasted the shrimp the way he smoked salmon until parboiled, then tossed with potato wedges into a roux and fried into a hash brown tower.
All this about the heat and timing is very clever. Shrimp is overcooked and fried with potato wedges will get old and lose its texture. If the potato cubes are not baked for enough time, the shrimps are already cooked when they are fried in the oil pan, but the potato cubes may be raw.
The most incredible thing is the overall taste, the strong fragrance of potatoes, the flavor of shrimp, and the crispy shell, all of which do not use too many spices, but because Jiang Qianfan's grasp of "degree" and some small skills become amazing.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"Of course I like it!" Lin Kesong answered loudly without thinking.
Jiang Qianfan, who was in front of her, turned his face slightly, the sun was shining between his eyebrows, and the moment his eyelids slowly lifted, it seemed like a silent tide was set off.
"I also made you vanilla ice cream, and I'll give it to you when I'm done with the pancake tower."
"Yeah!" Lin Kesong suddenly felt that the most enviable thing in the whole world was only now.
"Is a pancake tower enough for you? After dinner, you have to snack in the room or go to the kitchen to find something to eat."
"how do you know?"
She was bumped into by Jiang Qianfan when she went to the kitchen to find something to eat, but how did he know that she was eating snacks in the room
"When Nina was cleaning up the room, she said there were biscuits on your sheets." Jiang Qianfan replied lightly.
Lin Kesong was embarrassed, why did Nina even tell Jiang Qianfan this!
"In the future... I won't sit on the bed and eat." Lin Kesong said dully.
"Don't promise anything you can't do."
Got stabbed again.
Some of her bad habits cannot be changed in this life.
It's just that Jiang Qianfan knew her better than she thought.
Lin Kesong raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Qianfan quickly. He is a very self-disciplined person and hardly has any bad habits in his life. But for her bad habits, his tolerance seems to be much broader than she imagined
For example, right now, there was no chill between his brows, and even the corners of his lips sunk into a smile.
It seems that no matter what kind of ailments Lin Kesong has, in his opinion, they are harmless "cute".
It's over, it's over, I can't imagine it like that anymore.
Lin Kesong wanted to pat the back of his head to stop the infinite expansion of his brain hole.
Jiang Qianfan, who was sitting across from her, got up.
Lin Kesong's gaze followed him, but Jiang Qianfan leaned down slightly and approached her: "Wait for me."
Two minutes later, Jiang Qianfan came to her with an ice cream.
It was still an unadorned dessert, a small white ball lying obediently on the egg pudding. At first glance, it looks like a dessert sold in an ordinary fast food restaurant.
Although simple enough to describe, not even the tiniest bit of jam and seasoning, Lin Croissant can clearly taste the smoothness of the cream and the fragrance of vanilla.
"Aren't you eating anything?" Lin Kesong looked towards the opposite side, only to realize that Jiang Qianfan turned his face sideways and lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was listening intently to Lin Kesong's voice.
"Then can I order food?" Jiang Qianfan said calmly.
"Of course! However, I'm afraid you won't move your chopsticks after just one bite."
"Tomato scrambled eggs." Jiang Qianfan said.
Lin Kesong was stunned for a moment, "Scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"
"It's because of this dish that you entered this competition. This is also the first dish you made for me. Since it all started with tomato scrambled eggs, I want to know what your tomato scrambled eggs taste like now."
"Okay! It must be better than the first time you ate it."
Lin Ke Song happily left the dining table and came to the kitchen that she was very familiar with.
Tomato scrambled eggs, there are no complicated procedures or rich ingredients, whether it is delicious or not depends entirely on Lin Kesong's control of the heat, that is, the "degree".
The first time she made this dish here, she stumbled. And now, she felt a certain rhythm from her brain to her fingers that allowed her to move with ease.
A plate of tomato scrambled eggs was ready, Lin Ke Song lowered his head and smelled the fragrance, showing a smile.
When she walked to the terrace with her dinner plate, Jiang Qianfan was still sitting there, supporting her blind cane.
"It's been a long wait!" Lin Kesong put the plate in front of him, along with a bowl of hot rice.
"Your voice sounds happy."
Lin Kesong smiled.
Because making something for you to eat is inherently a joy.
"I should be serious and eat your food seriously."
You are already serious, you don't need to be more serious.
"This way, you'll look nervous and nervous. Then I can say, Croissant, you're not confident again."
At that moment, it seemed as if thousands of climbing roses were blooming wildly in her heart and blood, to completely split the world.
He said that if she wasn't confident, he would kiss her.
"It will definitely be delicious. I have tasted it." Lin Kesong was confident.
Jiang Qianfan poured the tomato soup on the rice, scooped it up and put it into his mouth.
"Is it delicious?" Lin Kesong asked.
"Well, it's delicious."
"Then do you remember, if I make something that you find delicious, you will promise me a condition." Lin Kesong said happily.
"Go ahead." Jiang Qianfan gently leaned the spoon against the edge of the bowl, and wiped his mouth unhurriedly.
All gestures are self-cultivation.
"Mr. Jiang's promise is very precious. Of course, I can't make a wish casually! Wishes must be used in important places!"
"Then before that, can you do one thing for me?" Jiang Qianfan said.
"What's the matter?" Lin Kesong was curious, is there anything she can do for him
"I would love to ride a bike."
Lin Kesong's eyes widened, which reminded her of the scene when she took him to the streets and alleys to taste snacks on her bicycle.
"I could drive you around the neighborhood. But you shouldn't have a bike."
"I have. Let's go."
Jiang Qianfan got up and stretched out his hand in Lin Kesong's direction. Lin Kesong originally thought he was trying to put his shoulders on his shoulders, and as soon as he clasped his hand, he clasped her fingers in turn.
His fingers are very long, and after bending them, he fully grasps hers with ease.
When they came to the door of the villa, Nina had already pushed a bicycle.
"Huh? It's not… "
"This is that bicycle." Jiang Qianfan replied indifferently, "Let's go."
Lin Kesong had a feeling of being separated from the world. She suddenly began to wonder, how did her encounter with him feel in Jiang Qianfan's heart
He made candied haws filled with vanilla ice cream, and he kept the bike they rode together.
It seemed that he remembered all the memories that Lin Kesong almost forgot.
He sat on the back frame of her bicycle, and the weight gave her an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.
"Mr. Jiang, am I the first person to ride you on a bicycle?"
"You are the only one." Jiang Qianfan's voice came from behind.
Clear and sure.
For Jiang Qianfan, "only" is a more rigorous and absolute existence than "first".
A smile appeared on Lin Kesong's lips, the wheels spun, and they left the villa.
Passing through the iron gate of climbing roses, Lin Kesong's nose was filled with a delicate but not strong smell.
"Mr. Jiang, the climbing roses planted in your villa are the most beautiful among all villas in this community."
"How beautiful?" Jiang Qianfan asked.
How to describe this? Beauty is a feeling...
"Have you ever read a fairy tale picture book of Beauty and the Beast as a child? The climbing roses in your yard look like they are drawn in a fairy tale picture book. The rose castle of the beast!"
"When I was young, I followed my mother to her friend's house as a guest. Someone treated me as a girl and showed me."
"What? Are you being treated as a girl?" Lin Kesong couldn't help but turn his head, but he couldn't see Jiang Qianfan's face.
Jiang Qianfan stopped talking.
The smile on Lin Kesong's lips was getting bigger and bigger.
Yes, don't look at Jiang Qianfan's cold appearance, but his facial features are elegant, and there is some indescribable delicacy in his heroic appearance. He must have been beautiful when he was a child, and it is not uncommon to be regarded as a girl. I really want to see pictures of him as a kid!
"You're laughing."
"Yeah... Because I'm the exact opposite of you. When I was young, I was always treated like a boy. During Chinese New Year, my neighbor's children and I bought a lot of firecrackers. There is a ditch outside the community. I would throw the firecrackers into the ditch and then Saying 'look' to the kid next to him, the water splashed and his face was covered. Hahaha!"
Jiang Qianfan didn't say anything, but Lin Kesong knew he was listening.
The scenery of this community is very beautiful. Lin Kesong has been staying in Jiang Qianfan's villa, and he didn't even know that there is a community park here.
On the quiet waterside, with the breeze blowing, a few birds glide down and land in the grass beside the water, not knowing what they are looking for.
Jiang Qianfan's hands wrapped around Lin Kesong's waist at some point, neither loose nor tight, not feeling restrained, but felt close.
It seemed that no matter where she went, she could not do without Jiang Qianfan's embrace.
All her senses sharpened, even the breath of his breath swept across her back spine.
Then, she felt something tap lightly on her back.
Warm, soft, even the furthest distance in the world is shortened in an instant.
At that moment, Lin Kesong's blood was rushing, and a shaking god lost his balance, and the bicycle fell down.
Jiang Qianfan's legs were very long, and he easily tiptoed to the ground, but Lin Kesong fell into the grass beside him with his bicycle.
"Ouch—my mother!"
His chin was knocked, but luckily he didn't bite his tongue.
On the other hand, Jiang Qianfan was standing not far or near, and turned his face slightly, as if to determine Lin Kesong's position.
"How are you doing?"
"If you don't..."
If you don't suddenly kiss my back, I'll be fine!
"What if I don't?" Jiang Qianfan slowly came to Lin Kesong's side and squatted down.
Lin Kesong wouldn't be stupid enough to say it. She knew that Jiang Qianfan was definitely waiting for her to question him, "Did you kiss me?"
Then the guy will definitely answer "yes" in a serious manner.
It's so shameless.
Lin Kesong didn't speak, picked up the bicycle and returned to the road, patted the seat cushion: "Let's go."
She simply rode the bicycle back to the villa.
Miller sent Lin Kesong back to Lin Kee Restaurant.
Jiang Qianfan was walking in the courtyard alone. He reached out and touched the flowers on the fence.
Mel stood beside him, smiled and said, "Sir, this year's climbing roses are particularly beautiful."
"Mel, have you read the fairy tale picture book of "Beauty and the Beast"?"
"My little daughter used to love it very much."
"It's a pity... I don't remember the picture book I read."
Jiang Qianfan raised his face slightly and stroked a budding rose with his fingers. Mel couldn't understand emotions in his eyes.
Then, his cell phone rang.
"Hello, I'm Jiang Qianfan."
"Mr. Jiang, someone told me that you went to the 'Master Show' competition site today?" Elise's voice sounded.
"Yes."
"Without any mentor to watch the battle, are you so worried about your Lin Kesong? I don't know if Lin Kesong can enter the top three without you. Rendering may not be good for you!"
"Is your mother upset?"
"What do you mean?" Elise's voice rose.
"Timshee Wicker was your mother's student. He's been studying at your mother's side since he was six years old at a professional level. Although he doesn't have any chef's licenses and has never worked in the back kitchen of a restaurant, so No matter how you thought about it in the initial audition, it was impossible to make food that the judges found extremely unpalatable."
"Are you trying to say that Victor doesn't qualify for the competition, or are you finally worried that Lin Kesong will lose?"
"It doesn't matter if Croissant wins or loses in the end. I went to watch this game just to let some ill-intentioned people know and stop playing tricks."
"Jiang Qianfan! Do you mean that my mother instructed Victor to do something to hurt Lin Kesong in order to win this Master of Money Show?" Elise's question was cold.
"The person who cares about the outcome is neither me nor praise. Since Victor is your mother's student, please discipline him well. If you are really confident in your ability, you don't need to resort to other means. "
"Jiang Qianfan...you..."
"Do you need me to be clearer? Then tell Victor what he's doing in the competition's food storage room. I know very well."
After a two-second pause, Elise said, "I'll talk to Victor myself, but I'll say it again, she's only your three-month student, and you've spent far too much energy on her. Much more than you should pay."
The phone hangs up.
Mel sighed aside: "Elise is angry again, right?"
"Are you worried?"
"I'm worried that the Quentin Group will one day be the enemy of Jiang's."
"Every industry is a battlefield. There are no permanent friends, but opponents will not disappear."
At night, when the water fell from the top of his head and caressed his back warmly, Lin Ke Song still seemed to be able to feel the light kiss that Jiang Qianfan landed on his back through his coat.
Like a branding.
Lin Kesong even felt that it was not just a kiss, but Jiang Qianfan silently telling her: I will always be behind you.
When she finished washing, sitting on the bedside and turning on her mobile phone, she didn't expect to receive a text message from Song Yiran: At five o'clock tomorrow evening, I will invite you to dinner on the top floor of the Audrey Hotel. See you soon.
Lin Kesong suddenly remembered that tomorrow is Song Yiran's birthday! She had left all that behind.