Mr. milk tea, sweet

"I also really like Mr. Yu Qiuyu's books. When I was a child, I often read them at home during summer vacation. Later, when I read Bai Xianyong's books, I realized that they are friends. Their words have a very large imagination and give readers a very deep feeling. To a certain extent, they can be said to be There are some commonalities, which belong to the unique style of that era.”

Tao Zeru leaned beside her and talked eloquently. The sun just happened to shine on the plants next to her. At this moment, Lu Rangwan once again lamented the healing power of the small things in life.

Of course, there will be times when the sincerity is hurt, and all kinds of grievances and tortures are heart-wrenching, but as she said, regrets can be repaired.

If it is still worth it and you are still willing, why not pick up the injured sincerity and mend it slowly, and when necessary, we will still go all out to love.

Just like the "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" burned into two sections, it has traveled through thousands of years and remains new and precious over time.

Don't embarrass yourself, the sand is irritating, but it won't always be there.

"What are we talking about? Lunch has been completed. Please take a seat and try our Shaanxi special water basin mutton." Tang Mingwen is probably the one who doesn't like formal meals. The cooking relies entirely on imagination. Braised prawns, steamed fish, the staple food turned out to be mutton in a basin, some salads, and a fruit plate.

Let's just say that this meal is somewhat innovative. "This is my first time eating water basin mutton. It smells so good." Lu Rangwan held the mutton soup in anticipation.

"The mutton stewed in the morning has very fine powder and is not bad. Try it." Tang Mingwen was very confident in his water basin mutton.

"The soup is clear and fragrant in the mouth. Rang Wan and I have eaten Shaanxi specialties without leaving home. We are satisfied." Tao Zeru took a sip of the soup and had endless aftertaste.

“It’s really great. It looks plain, but the taste is so rich and the fragrance is rich!”

"The mutton is stewed in cold water and slightly seasoned. It has the natural and authentic taste of the ingredients. Because I miss the food of my hometown very much, I always study this dish. Over time, it has become my specialty. I will treat you like this when you come here."

Tao Zeru and Lu Rangwan sucked the vermicelli, the soup was delicious and really enjoyable!

"This vermicelli is really chewy, elastic and smooth. It's the best vermicelli I've ever tasted." The soup was fragrant and the meat was juicy, which really fascinated Lu Rangwan.

"The mutton steamed buns are more famous, but I only love the water basin. It's rare that you two like it too." Tang Mingwen provoked the fans to eat with gusto. "I'll tell you in advance if I want to eat in the future. This meal will definitely not be enough." Tao Zeru said Then he picked up the bowl and drank the soup. "So cool!"

"Eat more other dishes, otherwise I should doubt my cooking skills."

"There's no rush, let's take our time." Tao Zeru began to peel the shrimps for Lu Rangwan. "I'll peel them myself..." She was a little embarrassed.

"It doesn't matter, let him skin it for you, and I'll eat a few mouthfuls of dog food. If you lose a lot of money to your wife, a man should treat his woman well!" After Tang Mingwen finished speaking, he smiled and took a bite of the fish, which was quite tender.

"Hey, I know a lot about inscriptions!"

He nodded jokingly and picked up a shrimp. "No matter how much you know, it's useless. It's useless." Tao Zeru didn't say much while Tang Mingwen peeled off a shrimp, looked at it, and put it in his mouth.

Drink tea and chat as usual after dinner. Tang Mingwen still maintained his former style, and Lu Rangwan just pretended that he knew nothing.

At three or four o'clock, they went back to play table tennis. They didn't go to the gym and were still at Tao Zeru's house. "I must have grown older and can't beat you. Look, I lost another ball." In fact, it was not Lu Rang. My game got better in the evening, just because I became familiar with his style of play.

"Haha, I finally beat you. Thank you for the blessing of the water basin mutton!" Lu Rangwan handed him a bottle of water with the racket. "I really like table tennis. It requires a lot of concentration and is free from the outside world and self." Interference in concentration. I really like this sport and hope we can have more opportunities to play this year.”

"Table tennis can build inner peace. It's true. Playing later is almost to relieve stress. Make more appointments in the future." Tang Mingwen didn't look at her, just stared at the racket.

Lu Rangwan didn't mind Wan Wan's kindness. If she could, she was willing to channel the pain in his heart for years in a safe way.

Tao Zeru cooked dinner, and the boy kung fu contestant showed off various delicacies like a peacock, all of which were the seafood that his wife Lu Rangwan loved to eat. Steamed king crab, octopus, spicy snails, Eastern star spot, braised pork ribs, cold okra, and stir-fried celery.

"Tsk tsk, Zeru, you are so good at cooking." Tang Mingwen couldn't help but admire it. The standard was even higher than the last dinner party. "We inland compatriots can't walk when we see seafood. Thank you for your hard work. I want to eat it."

In previous years, Tao Zeru didn't cook much, and mostly ate, drank, and had fun with friends and partners. During the more than half a year of being together with Lu Rangwan, I almost refused all social interactions. Only then did I make up for my long-lost cooking skills, and became better and better at it.

Tang Mingwen also secretly admired him. If it were him, he probably wouldn't be able to do this. He couldn't help but feel happy when he looked at the young couple opposite. If he and Miao Qianqian had such a trivial daily life, he hoped that he could do the same.

The mediocrity and impermanence of life come to you, wash over you, and leave you, until you begin to understand the kind of adult you want to be.

Unfinished thoughts can only be considered over and over again in anticipation of the next life.

Tang Mingwen drank a few more glasses, but his alcohol capacity was average. Soon his face turned red and he didn't look greasy. He seems to like plain clothes and linen very much, and you can always see the word elegance in him.

Tao Zeru didn't drink much. On the way back from sending soup Mingwen, "Tao Zeru, Rang Wan is fine, she is fine..." A man's words after drinking are mostly out of concern.

You really shouldn't drink alcohol indiscriminately. Tang Mingwen, who was so restrained, still missed the beat. "My wife can't be nice. Mingwen will fall in love sooner, and I will get married to Rang Wan this year."

He had known that Tang Mingwen had selfish motives, and it was true.

"Go back by yourself, okay? I have to go back to accompany my wife." Tang Mingwen waved his hand, and he turned back.

Standing in front of my building, looking up at the stars, the haze was so heavy that there wasn't even a star. Tang Mingwen shook his head and found a step to sit on for a while.

As I write this, I am reminded of a passage from the French poet Rene Charles: The more you understand, the more painful it becomes. The more you know, the more you tear apart. However, he has a clarity that is balanced with pain, and a tenacity that is balanced with despair.

All the clarity and tenacity belong to Tang Mingwen. He sat drunkenly in Zhoucheng late at night. The cold wind made him sober up a little, but the emotions he didn't often show off were still not contained tonight.

Lu Rangwan cleared the dining table, and he went to the kitchen to hug her, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's the hardest work for you to cook. I'm just cleaning up. Are you dizzy? Can I wash you some fruit to relieve your hangover?"

"It's okay, this amount is not enough to make me drunk. Do you think Tang Mingwen is decent?"

They sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. "Didn't you tell me that he is very nice? I used to think that this person had too many secrets and was mysterious and mysterious. I didn't feel disgusted at all. It felt good to get in touch with him."

"I hope he can stay awake..." He rubbed his forehead. How could he be friends with someone who coveted his wife? The key is that this person remains decent and does not cross the line. In the past, he was just suspicious, and because of his age, he didn't think much about it. A few simple words tonight made him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.