The system takes me to pretend

After a series of procedures at the bank, around noon, [-] million funds were successfully transferred to Bai Wenling's account.

Using the [-] million funds, Bai Wenling quickly pulled the crumbling Dielianhua Company back from the abyss.

It is worth mentioning that the theft of Dielianhua Company seemed to be fueled by someone secretly, making it known to all the companies in Quanzhou in just three hours.

When Su Hao accompanied Bai Wenling to the bank, the staff of the bank immediately stated that they would not lend to Die Lianhua Company. Obviously, the black hand behind the scenes had long colluded with the bank and was determined to bring down Die Lianhua Company .

It's hard for Bai Wenling to imagine what Dielianhua Company would be like without Su Hao's [-] million financial assistance.

The theft of funds this time can be regarded as a wake-up call for Bai Wenling. Under Su Hao's suggestion, Bai Wenling listened to the staff reduction plan. The employees who resigned when the company's funds were stolen this time were all paid according to the standard salary. No further job applications from this employee will be accepted.

On the contrary, employees who did not resign when the company's funds were stolen this time will be doubled every month thereafter until the employee retires.

This move made many employees who resigned regret it, and it also made many employees who stayed in the company overjoyed, which further strengthened the loyalty of employees.

At the same time, any matter involving capital and financial reserves needs to go through the hands of Bai Wenling, otherwise it will be regarded as an undercover agent sent by the rival company.

Seeing that the company was back to normal and orderly, Su Hao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Bai Wenling handed over the rest of the chores to Gu Peiling, and when twelve o'clock came, she and Su Hao returned to the independent villa.

Because of the busy morning, both of them were a little hungry, but the nanny went home these few days, so no one made lunch for them.

Su Hao looked through the refrigerator and found that it was almost empty except for some flour.

"Su Hao, why don't I order two takeaways?" Looking at the empty refrigerator, Bai Wenling smiled awkwardly, wanting to pick up the phone and order takeaways.

"Most takeaways are unhygienic, and eating them is not good for your health." Su Hao shook his head and stopped Bai Wenling.

"I counted the days, have you visited relatives these days?"

Bai Wenling's pretty face flushed, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, she pursed her lips and nodded.

In her impression, Su Hao in the past was a very face-saving person, and it was absolutely impossible to work hard on a woman's menstrual period, let alone calculate these things carefully.

But now Su Hao seems to be more mature in life.

"You can't eat raw, cold and spicy food these days. If that's the case..." Su Hao pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up: "Wen Ling, how about I give you a bowl of sliced ​​noodles?"

In his last life, after Bai Wenling committed suicide by jumping off a building, he completely lost his source of income, so he often slept on the streets.

During the period, he once met an old man who set up a stall to make sliced ​​noodles.

The knife-shaved noodles made by the old man are the best, not only the workmanship is very delicate, but also the taste is excellent and the nutrition is extremely rich.

Only later did he know that the old man used to be an ancient warrior who was good at using knives. Because he was tired of fighting in the rivers and lakes, he quit the rivers and lakes and set up a stall to work at sunrise and rest at sunset, enjoying an ordinary life.

At that time, he was poor, so he set up a stall with the old man for a year, and he also learned how to make noodles with knives.

"You know how to make sliced ​​noodles?" Bai Wenling was a little surprised.

Knife-sliced ​​noodles are a traditional northern noodle dish with a unique flavor, soft and smooth inside and outside gluten, known as the king of noodle dishes.

It's just that the process of making sliced ​​noodles is a bit complicated, and the sliced ​​noodles are all cut with a knife. It is quite difficult to make delicious sliced ​​noodles.

"To tell you the truth, my sliced ​​noodles are no worse than those five-star chefs in luxury hotels." Su Hao looked at Bai Wenling and smiled confidently.

"Do you want to come and taste my handicraft? Guaranteed to satisfy you!"

Bai Wenling twirled her hair, her eyes flashed: "Okay, I'll help you..."

To be honest, she was really curious about what kind of sliced ​​noodles Su Hao made.

Unanimously decided to eat sliced ​​noodles, the two immediately walked into the kitchen.

Su Hao picked up half a catty of flour and sprinkled it into the basin, while Bai Wenling next to him picked up a ladle, scooped up half a scoop of water, and slowly poured it into the basin.

When the water was poured into the basin, Su Hao's palms faced each other, and the ends of his fingers were inserted into the outer edge where the flour was in contact with the basin wall. He lifted the flour with his hands from the outside to the inside, and from the bottom to the top. The movements were very skillful.

After pushing the picked flour into the water in the small hole in the middle, he mixed it with his hands in the small hole again, evenly covering the flour and water on the water, forming a snowflake-shaped and grape-shaped flour floc. .

From looks alone, this is certainly a work of art to admire.

"It's so beautiful..." Bai Wenling watched this scene with surprise in her beautiful eyes.

Su Hao smiled slightly, and with quick hands and quick eyes, he made a few small holes in the remaining dry flour, and immediately mixed all the dry flour with the water in the small holes evenly, forming clusters of snowflakes with grape-like fluff.

Afterwards, he kneaded the snowflake-shaped and grape-shaped noodles together with his hands, using rapid and slow force, reserved and restrained.

Gradually, the flakes turned into flour spun in the basin, and with the rotation, shapes such as flowers, plants and trees appeared, and it felt like watching a magic show at a glance.

In the end, the flour wadding was kneaded into a smooth dough, full of light, and one could find one's own shadow in it when viewed from a close distance.

The whole process really stunned Bai Wenling.

Since she was a child, she has never seen anyone who can make dough to such a state.

Su Hao didn't seem to be kneading dough at all, but rather like picking flowers and willows, with a pleasing temperament.

Immediately afterwards, Su Hao took out the white dough from the pot, put it on a clean cutting board, and then set the pot on fire again. After spreading the oil, he grabbed fresh minced ginger, minced green onion, and minced garlic, and put them all into the pot .

Bai Wenling was dumbfounded.

Most famous chefs don't season their dishes according to Su Hao's, because doing so will make the flavors of onion, garlic, and ginger cumbersome, resulting in a decrease in taste.

But Su Hao's place is completely different. When the onion, garlic and ginger are put into the pot, they seem to be controlled by a special force. Instead of spreading in the pot, they condense into a ball, and the three are not mixed with each other.

Half a minute later, Su Hao sprinkled iodized salt, no more, no less, just right.

After sweeping with a ladle of water, the seasoning soup was perfectly made, and the fragrance wafted around. The surrounding cats, dogs and pets seemed to be shaken by this, and they cried out eagerly.

After doing all this, Su Hao held the face in his left hand and the knife in his right, three times at an angle, and three times at the back.

When he exerts his strength, the knife does not leave the face, the face does not leave the knife, the hands and eyes are in a line, one edge chases the other, the flat knife is flat, and the machete is three-sided.

"Shhhhhh!"

The sound of knives cutting dough sounded rhythmically one after another, as if a musician was hitting the keys.

Every time Su Hao falls, he will catch up with the previous one. The length of each leaf is exactly six inches, which is accurate.

If you look carefully, you can find that the leaves of the noodles he cut out are connected, one leaf after another, just like a shooting star chasing the moon.

The noodle leaves fall into the soup pot, just like whitebait playing in the water, full of artistic sense.

Bai Wenling next to him took out his mobile phone at some point and recorded the whole scene.

In her eyes, every knife of Su Hao seemed to cut through the air, pierced the sky, and cut out the soul.

A leaf falls into the pot, another leaf floats, a leaf leaves the surface and a knife is thrown, the whitebait falls into the water and turns white waves, and the willow leaves ride the wind down the treetops.

This level of saber skill cannot be achieved without seven or eight years of diligent practice.

Thinking of this, complexity once again appeared in her eyes.

Sure enough, her understanding of Su Hao was still too shallow, and she always believed in superficial illusions, but she never thought about looking for Su Hao's strengths in detail.

With this one-handed chopping of noodles, Su Hao is enough to become a school of his own in terms of cooking skills. It is extremely absurd that the outside world concludes that he is useless.

Five minutes passed slowly, and two bowls of sliced ​​noodles were slowly released from the kitchen. The fragrance wafting from the noodles was swept in the wind, softly spread in the sun and dust, making people unable to control it after smelling it.

Su Hao took out two pairs of chopsticks from the disinfection cabinet, and handed a pair to Bai Wenling: "Come and try it, and taste how it tastes."

Bai Wenling had long been overwhelmed by the scent of the sliced ​​noodles, and she was not pretentious. She immediately took the chopsticks, picked up a slice of sliced ​​noodles, and blew a few mouthfuls, and put it in her mouth.

In an instant, a feeling of sublimation of the soul spread throughout the body, as if the whole person was bathed in heaven.

The elastic noodles shuttle in the aroma, and after absorbing the broth, it exudes a special taste of noodles.

Noodles enter the mouth, slide between the lips and teeth, layer upon layer, with a complete color and fragrance, revealing the absolute taste of Qingcheng.

Especially when a burst of soft, cotton-like pleasure came from her mouth, she couldn't help but want to swallow her tongue.

The tongue is full of body fluid, and the aftertaste is endless.

This is the only way she can describe this bowl of sliced ​​noodles!

"How about it, is the sliced ​​noodles I made still tasty?" Su Hao asked with a smile while holding the chopsticks.

"It's very good. It's a pity that you don't want to be a chef with your cooking skills." Bai Wenling praised with a thumbs up while putting sliced ​​noodles in his mouth.

The sliced ​​noodles made by Su Hao have a strong aroma that wafts around the nostrils. Just looking at them makes people feel dizzy and their appetite is whetted.

What's even more rare is that the sliced ​​noodles he made have no greasy smell of fireworks, only the tempting aroma of dough, which is completely different from ordinary sliced ​​noodles.

Seeing Bai Wenling eating sliced ​​noodles with gusto, Su Hao smiled slightly: "It's too tiring to be the cook of a group of people, but it's okay to be your own cook."

As the voice fell, the white clouds in the sky suddenly drifted away, and the sunlight passed through the window along the gap, reflecting on half of Su Hao's face impartially, making him look extraordinarily beautiful and charming.

At this moment, Bai Wenling was dumbfounded.

She had imagined eating at home with her loved one countless times. At that time, the sky was very blue, the clouds were very white, and the warm sunshine could be touched with her hands, which was warm and happy.

But today, when the fantasy scene really appeared in front of her eyes, she felt a strong sense of gain and loss.

She was afraid that this was just a dream, and even more afraid that Su Hao in front of her would disappear from her world at an inadvertent moment.

After being silent for a long time, Bai Wenling suddenly asked: "Su Hao, the feeling you give me these days is quite different from the past. I want to know, the real you...what are you like?"

"The real me?" Su Hao was taken aback, looked up at the setting sun, and smiled after a long time: "The real me is what I am now."

Bai Wenling's tender body shook, and she looked at Su Hao puzzled: "Then...then why did you play such a role before?"

Su Hao opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

If he hadn't gone through the changes in his previous life, if he hadn't gone through the washing of time and the blows of life, he would still be that trash with a bad reputation and notoriety.

But God gave him a pretentious system and gave him a chance to start over, so that he could change his face and make up for his sins.

He couldn't tell Bai Wenling about it, nor could he tell Bai Wenling about it.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to tell a lie.

Although he has told countless lies in his life, but this one, he thinks is the most perfect.

"The reason why I play that role is because I don't want my brilliance to cover up your brilliance, and I don't want you to lose yourself in my infancy. In a person's life, I think the greatest happiness is that no matter what Only when you have pursued and faced things by yourself can you finally form spiritual perfection, the intervention of others is sometimes a kind of cruelty, in the name of your happiness, but it is cruel for your good."

When the words came out, they echoed in the hall for a long time.

Bai Wenling's beautiful eyes were flushed, and she couldn't help being moved.

It turned out that everything Su Hao did was for her sake.

"Then...then your feelings for me, is it true?"

Su Hao suddenly fell silent.

After living a new life, he has seen through many things.

He and Bai Wenling... are not from the same world after all.

The person he loves the most...is not Bai Wenling after all.

In Bai Wenling's world, she might be everything to her.

But in his own world, Bai Wenling... is just a passer-by in his life!
Maybe it's cruel to say so, but it is undeniable that facing Bai Wenling in this life, he is more to make up for his mistakes and repay his kindness.

As for feelings...

For Su Hao, as long as there is emotion, it is good.

You can keep good things beautiful forever, just like keeping a good memory in your memory.

So, he decided to tell this lie to the end.

"Wen Ling, it's a long road, maybe it's this life, maybe it's life after life, people with karma, no matter what happens, one day they will still be able to walk together for a while."

Hearing these words, Bai Wenling's pretty face was like a blooming white orchid, with a smile written on her face, overflowing with contented joy.

"Su Hao, do you feel that the sun is particularly warm today?"

"It's really warm." Su Hao reached out to touch the sun and nodded.

"But I think your smile...is warmer than the sun!"

Bai Wenling paused, and the corner of his mouth suddenly jumped into a brilliant arc.

It was a very warm smile, even the curvature of the corner of the mouth was so perfect, the smile lingered in his heart, it seemed impossible to erase it.

Seeing Bai Wenling smiling so happily, Su Hao looked at the sun with complicated eyes.

Fireworks are easy to be cold, people will always be separated, no matter how gorgeous and lively the scene is, it will always return to plain.

Bai Wenling, I'm sorry for deceiving you.

I believe that one road of your life must be accompanied by someone, and someone will leave, but maybe at the next intersection, the person who left is waiting for you there.

But the person waiting for you is no longer me...