Song Yiran, who looked messy, had a seductive smile on his face. At that moment, Lin Kesong really wanted to hold him down and kiss him hard.
Only she held back.
"Go and find your girlfriend!"
Lin Kesong stood up neatly and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.
Her eyes are a little sour. But finally held back.
Squeeze the toothpaste and start brushing.
Song Yiran leaned against the bathroom door with his arms folded. The picture was almost like a movie poster. Lin Ke Song really didn't want to look directly.
"I broke up with Chu Ting."
Lin Kesong spat out a mouthful of foam, and then coughed until his face turned red.
"What did you say?"
"I broke up with Chu Ting."
"Break up again?" Lin Ke Song looked at him with an unreasonable expression, "What's the reason this time?"
"I, Song Yiran, have no friends. You have been friends with me for ten years. Then my girlfriend kept thinking about how to get her presence in front of you. Doesn't that make it difficult for me, Song Yiran?" Song Yiran's lips were light. smile.
"Come on, don't use me as a shield. It's definitely because you don't like Chu Ting's temperament."
Lin Kesong dipped a comb in water and combed her bird's nest.
Song Yiran smiled without answering.
"Hey, do you want to eat Mala Tang across the street?" Lin Kesong patted Song Yiran's chest with the back of his hand.
"It's your treat?"
"I'll invite you!" Lin Kesong took out a check for one thousand dollars and waved it in front of Song Yiran.
☆、Like Song Yiran = bedwetting
"Where did you come from?" Song Yiran leaned up curiously.
Seeing that his long eyelashes were about to blind her eyes, Lin Ke Song quickly took a half step back and ducked.
"Anyway, I didn't sell my body or my kidneys, I earned it legally! You are in charge of so much!"
Lin Kesong locked the bedroom door, changed his clothes, and went across the street with Song Yiran to eat Mala Tang.
Song Yiran didn't ask the origin of the thousand dollars, but asked her while adding dried radishes to the bowl: "You said you might also go to New York. What's the matter? Are you also going to study abroad?"
"I'm not as lucky as you. I'm helping out at my uncle's Chinese restaurant. If I can save enough money, maybe I'll consider getting a master's degree."
"Oh, then try to choose a school with me! Then I can cover you!"
"Come on, you want me to major in the same major as you, and then you can copy my homework and it's almost the same! But do you really think I should agree to my uncle's invitation?"
"Nowadays, college students are grabbing a lot of them. You have to look good, you don't have a figure, and you can't boast. How can it be so easy for others to see your inner beauty? If you have the conditions, it's a good thing to go out and see the outside world. , it may make your life have a different pattern. And you go to your uncle to help, to make money, not to spend money. You are still young, and you feel that it is not suitable for you or you can't learn anything and come back, it's not too late Maybe at that time, your heart will be more calm, and it will not be three days and three days. Either other companies don't want you, or you have fired the company. "
Song Yiran always talks about things that are important to others in a very casual tone.
But Lin Kesong knew that he was serious.
After the two had eaten and drank enough, Lin Kesong went to the bank to exchange the check.
Song Yiran felt that the price was quite suitable, so Lin Kesong exchanged the cash for cash and kept it in the card.
When Lin Kesong put the bank card in her wallet, Song Yiran suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"what happened to your hand?"
"Ah? This? It's nothing! I fell on my stomach yesterday, and I accidentally scratched my palm!"
Song Yiran's fingers were warm, and through her skin, she could feel the strength of the other party so clearly.
The blood suppressed the throbbing, pretending to flow under Song Yiran's fingers calmly.
"You were really careless." Song Yiran shook his head helplessly, "Just like you, really go to your uncle's restaurant to help, but don't break the plate or the bowl."
"That's better than you guys who haven't even washed the dishes and dishes."
At this moment, Lin Kesong's phone rang. The mobile number does not show the name.
"A harassing phone call." Song Yiran asked, leaning over his head.
The half-white neck was in front of Lin Kesong. She swallowed subconsciously and was about to push the other person's head away, but Song Yiran said, "You can hang up. This is Chu Ting's call."
"What?" Lin Kesong was stunned for a moment, "If it was Chu Ting, I would definitely have to pick it up."
Song Yiran folded his arms and raised his eyebrows, "You're probably going to be heartbroken when you take it."
"If she came to our house to make trouble, our whole family would be heartbroken."
Lin Kesong connected the phone, "Hello, I'm Lin Kesong, who are you?"
"Can't you even hear my voice!"
Well, it's still quite hot.
"Oh, Chu Ting? What's the matter?"
"Are you particularly happy with Song Yiran now? You vixen! If you offend me, Chu Ting, our Chu family will not make you feel better!"
"Don't, you fall in love with him, what are you doing with me? I am indeed with Song Yiran, we just had Mala Tang!"
"You... you... told me last time that you were not interested in him! You vixen! You... "
"Wait a minute, Chu Ting, feel your own conscience and ask, do I, Lin Kesong, have the capital to be a vixen?"
Lin Kesong turned on the self-black mode, and Song Yiran laughed beside him until his eyes were almost squeezed out of water.
"... Then... Then I'll ask you!"
"Chu Ting, to Song Yiran, I'm just a trash can. Do you think that every time he invites me to dinner, it's for the sake of eating? It's obvious that he's complaining to me!"
"What are you complaining about?"
"I complain that my girlfriend always has to dress up for two hours when she goes out, and she never apologizes for being late. She always likes to wear short skirts and high heels..."
"Skirts and heels... what's wrong?"
"You're Song Yiran's girlfriend, you don't know all this? Since you're his girlfriend, you should dress conservatively. The skirt should at least get to the knees! Otherwise, his girlfriend will be looked down upon by others. Can the man Chauvin bear it?"
"You're lying! You're not such a traditional person!"
"What does this have to do with tradition? Ask your male friends, who among them likes their wives and daughters to hang out in miniskirts? Other women look good, can their own women be happy? There are high heels... You don't even know, he had his first girlfriend in high school, and the other party was older than him and wore a pair of high heels all day. The day Song Yiran was admitted to university and broke up with her, she stepped on Song Yiran's feet with her high heels. On the back of the foot. Hiss—it hurts to think about it now! You are always dangling in front of him wearing high heels, isn't this deliberately exposing his psychological shadow?"
Lin Kesong's lie was so smooth that even she herself didn't believe it was false.
And Song Yiran has been looking at Lin Kesong with interest, his eyes seem to say: I see how far you can make up.
"Why did he never say..."
"Are you sure he didn't say it? Or did you not pay attention to it after saying it? For example, if you are late, he may smile and say it's okay, it's better next time. Then you automatically think he doesn't care?"
"… Is that so… "
Chu Ting's momentum was obviously weakened, and she even began to doubt herself.
"Of course it is. Otherwise, your family background is better than mine, you are prettier than me, and you know more than me. He doesn't have a brain, so how could he like me?"
Yeah... If he didn't have a brain hole, how could he like me...
So it's better to be brothers.
"Then what should I do? Do I have to apologize to him? Help me tell him, I won't be late again, I won't wear short skirts... and I won't wear such thin high heels! I All the bad things, as long as he thinks he needs to change, I will change it, okay?"
Lin Kesong is most afraid of women like this.
"Chu Ting, in my opinion, you don't have any big shortcomings, it's just that Song Yiran's self-esteem is too strong and chauvinistic. Today you are willing to change for him, and tomorrow he will have to make more demands. Friend, do you know what to say?"
"What did you say?" Chu Ting was already led by Lin Kesong's nose.
"She said that liking Song Yiran is like wetting the bed."
"Ah?" Chu Ting felt that she had heard it wrong.
Song Yiran stretched out his hand to pinch Lin Kesong's face, but she avoided her.
"Warm for a while, cool for a quilt."
Lin Kesong glared at Song Yiran, but Song Yiran cheekily gave her a thumbs up, as if she was quite satisfied with her conclusion.
"So Chu Ting, if you really like him so much and feel that you can bear it no matter what he does, you might as well go to New York with him, study together, let go of your self-esteem, and don't let other girls Approach him. In that case, he must be yours in the end."
This is Lin Kesong's sincere words.
And she also really felt that there would definitely be such a girl in this world, even if she was despised and said to be unworthy by others, she would still be willing to entangle Song Yiran, the guy who was so ruthless.
The phone hung up, and Lin Kesong let out a sigh of relief.
However, Song Yiran clapped his hands and put his head together again: "Hey, I said, what do you mean by 'liking Song Yiran is like wetting the bed, warm for a while and cool for a quilt'?"
His lip line is beautiful, and there is a casual sensuality between opening and closing.
Lin Kesong tapped his head with his mobile phone and warned, "Next time, no matter which girl you want to get rid of, and you dare to use me as a shield, I will press your face into the toilet!"
"Ah, why the toilet?"
"Don't you always say that you, Master Song, flip the toilet when you see a car when you see a flower while driving!"
Lin Kesong's heart was empty.
She felt that as long as she never confessed, she would never be Chu Ting.
Song Yiran put her arm up and rubbed Lin Kesong's head: "Hey, I'm serious, go to New York with me. I'll take care of you."
"What do you mean by going to New York with you? Can we both be the same? You are going to study abroad, and I am going to work! What else will you take care of me! I tell you, in the future, put napkins in your pockets!"
"It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter! It's the same way!"
"It's yours!"
Lin Kesong thought about it very carefully after returning home. She's a hotel management major, and it's really hard to find a job. Nowadays, there are more people in restaurants, hotels, and restaurants who need to brush dishes and mop the floor than any hotel management professional. In that case, she might as well go to New York to clean the dishes. It may be very hard, and it may not be as beautiful as you imagined. But if it really is as Song Yiran said, it would be a beautiful thing if he could save money for studying by working in the restaurant. If the outside world is crueler than she imagined, and she returns to China with a broken head, maybe she won't be so arrogant, but can be content with her current job.
So she agreed to her parents' arrangement and decided to go to New York's uncle Lin Feng's restaurant to help.
After knowing where he was going and what he was going to do, Lin Kesong's life became more purposeful.
She began to learn English from American dramas, trying to make her pronunciation as round as possible.
She scoured websites for tips on living in New York and stocked up on necessities.
On the other hand, Song Yiran was even more ill-fated.
☆, New York, New York
For example, one day, when the two were chatting on their mobile phones, Song Yiran suddenly said, "Hey, Ke Song, what size are your feet?"
"Thirty-five. Do you have an opinion?"
"Of course there is. You have to buy shoes in China, what to wear in summer in autumn and what to wear in winter. Otherwise, when you get there, you can only buy children's shoes to wear. Hahaha!"
"Laugh at your head."
"Hey, do you want to bring a rice cooker? It seems that many people who go to study abroad have brought a rice cooker with them!"
"I didn't go to study abroad. Besides, my uncle is in charge of eating and drinking, and what to do with the rice cooker."
"Then I'm going to study abroad. Do you want me to bring a rice cooker?" Song Yiran's voice sounded as if he really paid attention to this matter.
"Then take it with you."
She didn't believe that he would really bring a rice cooker there.
"Hey, do you want to bring chili sauce over there?" Song Yiran asked seriously.
Lin Kesong raised the corners of his lips, knowing that this guy was playing with her. It's a big hassle when you actually put chili sauce in your suitcase to go through customs. And can't you find them in Chinatown or Chinese supermarkets
"Oh, I have too much stuff to put in, so you can bring a few more bottles of chili sauce. It just happens to be checked in your rice cooker, so it saves space!" Lin Kesong also answered him seriously.
Song Yiran knew that she hadn't deceived Lin Kesong, so she laughed very loudly on the other end of the phone.
Three months later, the visa was issued and the air ticket was booked. Lin Kesong said goodbye to his parents and boarded the plane to New York.
Although Lin Kesong and Song Yiran booked tickets for the same flight, their locations were far apart.
Lin Kesong was in economy class, while Song Yiran was in first class.
Just as Song Yiran was lying comfortably in the spacious seat, Lin Kesong felt like he was about to collapse.
Because the flight time was too long, she was not very tall, her legs were hanging on the seat, and the part of her knees was terribly sad. The space was so narrow that she couldn't even stretch her legs.
So sad that I can't sleep at all!
At this moment, a flight attendant came to Lin Kesong holding a pillow, bowed her head and said politely, "Is it Miss Lin?"
"Huh? I am."
"This is what Mr. Song in first class told me to bring to you."
Lin Kesong was a little confused as a monk.
"Give you a foothold."
Several passengers around looked over, and by the way, they slanted their eyes to see how short her legs were.
"thank you."
Lin Kesong put the pillow under his feet with peace of mind, and stepped down hard as Song Yiran's head. Isn't it a good brother! What's the use of giving me a pillow top! Have the ability to help me get a first-class ticket! I see you burning money every day, why don't you burn a little on me now! You son of a bitch! Watch me smash your tortoise shell!
He hadn't really fallen asleep for more than ten hours, and when the plane landed, Lin Kesong only had a sense of relief.
Her legs could barely move. After arriving at JFK Airport, Song Yiran was still calm, wearing a Burberry trench coat with pockets in his pockets, watching the spiritless Lin Kesong come out.
"Let's go, get your luggage!"
Lin Kesong didn't want to talk, he just wanted a bed that could lie flat for her to sleep.
Song Yiran, who always liked to ask her to do this and that, turned out to be a gentleman. Not only did he not get sick, he found a cart, and also took out Lin Kesong's luggage.
Only then did Lin Ke Song realize that Song Yiran really didn't have much luggage, but he was much more exaggerated than him. The rice cooker is definitely not brought, not to mention the chili sauce.
Lin Kesong followed Song Yiran. This guy is tall and has long legs, and he pushes the cart as leisurely as a movie.
And Lin Ke Song is obviously the crowd in the movie.
People of different skin tones passed by, speaking a language that Lin Kesong seldom hears, the vast and bright airport hall, and the continuous broadcast sound made Lin Kesong really feel that he had gone to another completely unfamiliar place. A place of imagination.
Just when Lin Kesong was at a loss, Song Yiran who was walking in front suddenly picked her up.
The feeling of being in the air made her exclaim, and Song Yiran put her on the top of the suitcase.
"gone!"
Song Yiran raised her face and smiled at her. There is a moving feeling under the bright lights.
Lin Kesong suddenly had the urge to hold his face and kiss him hard.
"I thought this was the only treatment for heroines in TV dramas." Lin Kesong said.
"Although you can't be the heroine in the TV series, you are the forever hero in my Song Yiran's life."
"Do you think this statement is romantic?" Lin Kesong turned around, crossed his legs and propped his chin.
This guy is just mocking her for being a woman!
"I think it's quite romantic. 'Forever' is a romantic word in itself."
Bah, if I say that you will always be a madman in my heart, do you still feel romantic
Lin Kesong tilted his head and ignored him.
Song Yiran pushed Lin Kesong and the luggage out of the passage.
Many people are waiting for their relatives and friends with flowers, pets, and even balloons.
Lin Kesong looked around and began to look for his familiar face.
A slightly fat middle-aged man was holding a board, looking at the passengers with their luggage one by one.
"Crescent! Croissant! Here!"
"Uncle!" Lin Kesong almost fell from the suitcase when he saw his uncle.
Fortunately, Song Yiran brought her back.
"Be careful." Song Yiran lowered her body and looked sideways at Lin Kesong. His arms were steady and strong, and she seemed weightless in his embrace.
His eyebrows were rarely raised, and when Lin Ke Song knew that he almost fell, this guy was really worried.
Lin Kesong decided to recognize his face.
"Where is my uncle!"
"I see, I see! Everyone in your family has the same eyes and eyebrows! Looking at your uncle, you know what you will look like when you get fat in middle age!"
"cut!"
Lin Kesong didn't even care about his luggage, and hugged his uncle.
There was still some unsteady heart at first, but when he saw his uncle waiting for him in the crowd, he completely calmed down.
Lin Kesong exchanged a few words with his uncle and looked in Song Yiran's direction.
"Hey, do you want my uncle to give you a ride?" Lin Kesong knew that Song Yiran had already rented the apartment before he came.
"It's okay, I have friends here too."
Song Yiran pushed the luggage in the opposite direction.
A young man with a high forehead and deep eyes ran towards Song Yiran: "I'm sorry! I'm late!"
He looked like a half-breed, and he punched Song Yiran very enthusiastically, and he seemed to have known each other for a long time.
Lin Kesong looked at each other curiously. Song Yiran had few friends, and she knew them all. But this one, she had never seen.
And the uncle beside Lin Kesong also looked over, showing a puzzled expression: "That... it seems to be... "
"Like what?" Lin Kesong looked at his uncle suspiciously, "Do you know Song Yiran?"
"Ah... no, the person who came to pick him up... looks like someone I know. I'm wrong!"
And Song Yiran also turned around and waved at Lin Kesong, made a "don't forget to call" gesture, turned around and left with his friends.
Lin Kesong smiled in his heart. This guy, no matter where he goes in the world, can enjoy his own splendor.
Uncle drove a van to pick her up, and there were all kinds of sauces and the smell of food in the car.
"Girl, don't mind! This car is transported for food and people, and it tastes a little heavy!"
"It's okay! Uncle, you came to pick me up, I'm already very happy! And I like heavy flavors!"
Lin Kesong was lying on the edge of the window, looking at the street scene and pedestrians that were completely different from those in China, full of curiosity.
"Want to show you around, but the restaurant is so busy! When you're free, ask your cousin Claire to show you around. What the Statue of Liberty! What Wall Street! The Empire State Building, Central Park, and What Times Square is there!"
"Thank you uncle!" She hadn't seen her cousin Lin Xiaoxue for a long time. Claire is her English name.
Uncle's restaurant is located in a Chinese gathering place. Signboards with Chinese characters can be seen everywhere. Most of the people who come and go are yellow-skinned Chinese. There is a lot of traffic here, as well as the mixed Cantonese and Mandarin, which gives Lin Kesong a kind of time and space. The feeling of traveling through and returning to the country.
Uncle's small restaurant is downstairs where I live.
He took Lin Kesong upstairs, found a few people to help her carry her luggage up, and opened a door for her.
"This house is small, but it's clean. You live there first, and if you really don't like it, let's talk about it!"
"No no! I like it very much! There is a bed, a desk and a wardrobe! There is a street view outside the window! I like it very much!"
"Okay, you pack up!"
"When did I start learning to do things?" Lin Kesong didn't forget what he was here for.
"Don't worry, take your time. You just got off the plane, take a good rest, and get rid of the jet lag!"
After Lin Kesong thanked his uncle, he packed his luggage. Made the bed, took a shower, and slept well until dark.
At dinner, she finally saw her cousin Lin Xiaoxue.
She has beautiful big waves and stylish earrings. Only the two of them had dinner together, and the uncle was already busy in the restaurant.
The dishes are very rich. There is a plate of Kung Pao chicken, a small stir-fried yellow beef, and chicken soup baby dishes, which are very appetizing.
But Lin Xiaoxue didn't have the slightest enthusiasm or wanted to know about her cousin, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. Instead, she kept playing with her phone with her head down. After eating two bites, she went back to her room.
Lin Kesong didn't even know how to speak to her.
Not long after Lin Xiaoxue entered the room, she suddenly walked out quickly. Although her tone was not rude, it was cold.
"Cousin, if you're done taking a shower in the future, remember to clean your hair. I'm not used to leaving other people's things in our bathroom."
In other words, in her heart, she did not regard her cousin as a family member.
Lin Kesong didn't know what to say for a while.
Maybe it was because he slept too much during the day, but at night, Lin Kesong had no sleep at all.
It wasn't until eleven o'clock in the evening that my uncle came back from the restaurant.
Although Lin Xiaoxue's voice with his uncle was not loud, Lin Kesong could hear it clearly.
"Dad, does she have to live in our house? I'm not used to other people living with me."
"She's your cousin, not someone else. You go to school during the day, and at night both of you sisters stay in their own rooms. No one can get in your way, right?"
"I have to use the same bathroom with her!"
"What's this for? Don't you still use the same bathroom with Dad?"
"I won't tell you!" Lin Xiaoxue closed the door.
You could hear her sulking.
Lin Kesong sighed. She is also a girl, and she also understands the feeling of being invaded by others in the space that originally belonged to her.
But it's no use thinking about it. She didn't earn half a cent, and she couldn't spend the money given by her parents, and she was not familiar with the environment, so she could only live here temporarily. If she gets used to it after a while, and Lin Xiaoxue is still not used to the existence of her cousin, it will not be too late for her to move.
At this time, Lin Kesong's phone vibrated and received a WeChat message. Song Yiran sat on the sofa in his apartment and took a selfie, and the Statue of Liberty could still be seen faintly outside the window.
This guy is losing money again.
Lin Kesong also sat on the head of the bed and took a selfie for him.
The other party quickly sent back a letter: You are really a cute little pigeon.
Lin Kesong looked up and down, left and right, not knowing how he could make the other party think of pigeons. So she replied: Why doves
Song Yiran: Because you live in a pigeon cage.
Lin Kesong had the urge to take a bad phone again.
☆、Pursuit and Contest
Lin Kesong: Go to hell.
Song Yiran: You and I are brothers, you don't want to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but you want to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day.
Lin Kesong: …
At this time, under the cool white light, a man in a dark suit sat in front of the sofa.
His face is handsome and desireless, and there seems to be a falling sky in his eyes.
The hustle and bustle and glitz of New York settled down around him, like a fading cloud.
On the small table in front of the sofa, a cup of coffee exudes a graceful mist, and the mellow fragrance overflows every corner of the space.
"Qianfan, you've been so busy lately that you forgot to make an appointment with me."
The man sitting across from him spoke, and there was a calmness in his voice.
"Since I spent money to chat with you, Dr. Xie, I won't forget to make an appointment with you."
A cold and indifferent voice sounded, casting a thin layer of frost on the warmth brought by the hot coffee.
"Okay, okay. You still look the same. But the people around you are a little worried about you."
"Do you mean Mel?"
"Of course he's one of them."
"What is he worried about me?"
Dr. Xie entrusted his rimless glasses: "He said that since you came back to New York from China, your behavior has been a little abnormal. For example, you brought a bicycle you bought in China back to New York. You never leave it useless. s things."
"That's my bike. I can send it to the North Pole if I want to."
His voice is not only cold, but also has a sense of insurmountable distance.
"Last month, you often asked people to buy ice-sugar haws. It's actually hard to find ice-sugar haws in New York. Even in Chinatown, it's rare to see ice-sugar haws."
"So I do it myself now."
"But it's been a month since you made Bingtang Hulu. There are very few foods that you can find the most satisfying taste for a month." Dr. Xie picked up the coffee and took a sip. Then, through the thin lens, he stared at Jiang Qianfan's expression, trying to gain insight into his heart from the subtle changes between his eyebrows and eyes.
But he is like a sculpture born without emotion, without showing anything.
"It's wrapped in sweet icing, but as long as you bite it, it will taste sour and astringent. Doctor Xie, what do you think it looks like?"
"… Bingtanghulu. I ate it when I was a child, before immigrating to the United States."
"Then do you remember that smell?"
"I don't remember it originally. But when you mention it, I have an impression. Even my mouth is sore."
"Then do you remember what it was like to have a crush on someone for the first time?"
Dr. Xie was stunned, then lowered his head and laughed, "I remember a little. What's wrong?"
"Our appointment time has come today."
Jiang Qianfan stood up indifferently, threw off his blind cane, turned and walked out the door.
Dr. Xie sat indifferently in the same place and continued drinking his coffee, his eyebrows raised slightly, and his eyes were sly light.
The next day was Sunday, Lin Kesong stretched, and his uncle had already prepared breakfast and put it on the table.
"You got up really early. Unlike Xiaoxue, who is still sleeping."
"I slept too much. If I was at home, I would still be asleep now."
It was not until Lin Kesong finished his breakfast that Lin Xiaoxue stretched out and walked out of the room.
The uncle said, "Isn't the weather nice today? Xiaoxue, you can take Croissant everywhere to play."
"Don't call me Xiaoxue, please call me Claire. If you want me to take her to see the Statue of Liberty or something, forget it. It doesn't make any sense. I asked my classmates to do it at a Korean shop in the afternoon. Manicure!"
"You're just doing a manicure. Your cousin just came to New York. If you don't have fun now, you may not have time when you help in the restaurant!"
"My classmates and I also made an appointment!"
"Forget it, uncle, it doesn't matter. I happened to have an appointment with a friend today, and he said he would take me to Wall Street."
"Oh... is that the guy surnamed Song?"
Lin Ke Song nodded.
"Is he your boyfriend? He's too good-looking. There are many temptations here in New York. Uncle is afraid that you won't be able to look down on him." Uncle asked solemnly.
"No. We are classmates of ten years. Uncle, don't talk nonsense if you see him."
"Why, are you still shy?"
"That's not it. That Song Yiran, I'm afraid that he doesn't keep his mouth shut and jokes around, and you will be embarrassed when you do!"
"Hahaha! Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"
"Your classmate? What are you doing in New York? Don't you also work in a restaurant?" Lin Xiaoxue said unintentionally.
Uncle tapped her bowl with chopsticks, and she stopped talking.
After breakfast, Lin Kesong put on his sneakers and casual clothes and went out.
It just so happened that Lin Xiaoxue, who had finished her makeup, had her hair up and was wearing an open-back skirt.
Lin Xiaoxue looked at Lin Kesong from top to bottom, pulled the corners of her lips and smiled, and stepped downstairs gracefully on her high heels.
Just outside the door of the restaurant, a slender figure leisurely leaned against the lamp post and played with his mobile phone.
Lin Xiaoxue didn't care when she passed by, but when she took two steps further, she couldn't help but turn around.
She had never seen such a good-looking Asian man, whose facial features were more three-dimensional than the average person. The eyebrows and eyes are very detailed, as if they have been carefully sculpted, but they don't make people feel feminine, on the contrary, they have a neat temperament.
"Hey! Song Yiran, are you leaning against the street light, do you want cos Robert De Niro?"
It turned out that his name was "Song Yiran".
Lin Xiaoxue kept repeating the name between her lips and teeth.
The sharpness between Song Yiran's brows converged when he raised his head, revealing a lazy expression.
"I think I'm much more handsome than Robert De Niro."
"It's here again. Narcissism is a disease, and it needs to be cured! Didn't you say you would go to Wall Street to see that copper bull?"
"Yeah. I heard that rubbing its butt a lot will bring good luck."
"Then do you know how to get there?"
Song Yiran slowly spread out a map.
"Hey, are you reliable?"
In response to Lin Kesong's questioning, Song Yiran laughed. With the trembling of his eyebrows, even the sunlight seemed to twist.
"Of course I know how to get to Wall Street."
Seeing their distant backs, Lin Xiaoxue frowned. She could see that the man named Song Yiran had a young and talented temperament, which was completely incompatible with her cousin. How did the cousin know her
At this time, Jiang Qianfan was sitting in the car, his face was facing out of the window, his line of sight seemed to have a focal length, extending far away.
"Mr. Jiang, have you heard about the food competition held by Mr. Winston?"
"Um."
"Will you attend? He sent you an invitation."
"Won't."
"Yes, it is estimated that this is another show that does not live up to its name. All the chefs have to perform according to the script, and it is not at all to learn from each other's cooking skills. And whether it is you, sir, or other well-known chefs who have won Michelin stars, let me Whether we win or lose, it's embarrassing for each other."
Jiang Qianfan no longer paid attention to this issue, but looked out the window.
The car just passed the entrance of Chinatown, and a certain girl's chatter and laughter could be faintly heard in the hustle and bustle of the crowd.
"I heard that if you touch the eggs of Wall Street's copper bulls, no matter what stocks you fry, they will rise steadily."
"Egg? What egg... I don't trade stocks! Go and touch it yourself!"
The voice got farther and farther, Jiang Qianfan turned his face to the side, raised his chin slightly, and seemed to be looking for something.
At this time, Mel received a call, and then his expression became strange.
"Sir, I heard that the rules of that competition have changed."
Jiang Qianfan was noncommittal and silent, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
In the crowd, the somewhat familiar voice has disappeared.
It's like a hallucination.
"The competition committee will conduct auditions and select some special contestants from the cooking amateurs." Mel squinted at Jiang Qianfan's profile, "and then selected by the chefs who have won Michelin stars. The students were given three months to train. After three months, the students represented their teachers in the competition. This avoided the embarrassment of comparing star chefs in the gastronomy world. Winning is certainly glorious. , losing can not fully represent the master's own level."
"I feel like you're looking at me."
"Yes, I'm here