grab that pudding

Xu Shangheng felt that Changcheng might have a hole in his head.He has never been in a relationship, nor has he ever loved anyone. In his sister's words, he lives in a desolate middle-aged and elderly person like an ascetic (...). He has his own family, but Chang Cheng still does so much for him, worrying about his children.

Some time ago, I smoked the cigarettes I quit like crazy. Before I got close, the smell of nicotine drifted far away, and the place I stayed was also lingering for a long time. Is this the result of tossing for so long?

Xu Shangheng doesn't understand it very well, maybe it's because he doesn't understand love, which he admits.So he couldn't understand Chang Cheng's masochistic affection.

But he has always held a kind of enigmatic respect for Song Huan whom he has never met before.After all, a flamboyant playboy can grieve for so long after being separated from him, start to live a healthy life of abstinence from smoking and sex, enter the place that was once the most disdainful, and constantly strengthen his strength overtly and secretly. Changcheng's father would definitely vomit blood angrily when he found out about the betrayal with the family.

He will never forget that he went on a business trip to visit Changcheng who was exiled for his sister.Sitting on the street in a foreign country, playing someone else's guitar, singing desperately in Chinese that no one can understand, from the empty eyes to the sad music, and finally lost control to the point where I can't sing anymore.

He will never forget that Changcheng, who moved after returning to China, wore a snow-white lace apron with a serious face and served everyone a pot of old duck soup cooked by himself. The chopsticks, the person who drank red wine sprayed directly on the face of the stunned person. That scene is really unforgettable for a lifetime.

After all, it's too scary.

After that pot of old duck soup with a weird taste, Xu Shangheng still received elder-like care from the other party from time to time.

Xu Shangheng would like to know what kind of power it is that makes a young master who can only be picky about cooks but can't even beat or hold eggs, go down to the sea to make soup...

Until one day in August, the lonely and drunk Chang Cheng grabbed the pillow in the corner of the sofa and begged intermittently: "Huanhuan, when are you coming back? My cooking is not as good as yours... ...I can't make your taste no matter what I do..."

"They all said it was delicious, no...you didn't make it, how could it be delicious..."

The lighting in the living room was dimmed, and the lights outside the window were still bright, as if it were a city that would never sleep.

Xu Shangheng bent down to pick up several different styles of wine bottles on the table on the ground, and gently wrapped the quilt in the room around the tall and tall man, but curled up like a child because of grievance.

Looking at the pillow in his arms, tears flowed, sighed silently, turned and left.

On this day, Song Huan made a long phone call to Director Xu and talked a lot, about the parents, the children, the expectations, and the future.

Director Xu just repeated in relief at the end: "Good boy, good boy..."

No matter where you are, you have to live. Song Huan looked at the bright and fierce sunshine while drying the clothes, and by the way, carefully calculated all the plans for the future.Then, with the idea of ​​"there is still a little hope in the future", I started to search for information.

Chang Cheng's reply was very fast, and Song Huan had just selected a few companies, and he hadn't had time to start working on his resume.

Sure enough, there are people who are easy to handle... silently complaining about the complicated society.

"Want to take a look?" Chang Cheng asked seriously.

"Is the garden open?"

"Not open, but you can go to see the environment there, just tell the director in advance."

Why did it sound so weird? Before Song Huan could figure it out, he had already heard the answer from there. "I'm free these days, anytime."

oh!indifferent!

My friend, you are very enthusiastic!

But it's true, after all, it's a matter of asking others for help first, and you can't bypass others to do it yourself, which is impolite and immoral.Song Huan expressed his gratitude politely.

Listening to the other party's meticulous words on the phone, I always felt that his mother was right.Chang Cheng is a very smart person, and he can be more successful than his father.Such an outstanding person should have been sitting on a high place in the city in a suit and leather shoes.No one is a born elite, but no one can deny that there are always some people who are favored by God.

Song Huan never doubted that Chang Cheng could do great things. With his ability and self-confidence plus enough capital, there was no problem at all.At that time, Changcheng was just immersed in a relatively comfortable life, and he would come out one day, and now he can be regarded as seeing it.

very attractive.Even if she didn't see him working, Song Huan knew it.

But he also disagrees with some of his mother's views.After all, there is no love in the world that is wrong.Everyone has the right to love and be loved, regardless of high or low, background or experience.

However, Li Qianjin and Pei Shaojun once had beautiful and pure love.The question is, can we continue to walk together in the end, and how to go on.

As soon as he hung up the phone, he received a crazy bombardment from Le Xuan.This guy especially likes to make voices. In his words, "You can hear my emotions from my voice, my most real, sincere and passionate fluctuations, and words can't convey my heart at that moment!"

Song Huan: ...

"Huanhuan! I heard that Shishang has a delicious barbecue, the grilled ribs are delicious, and there is a very good dessert, I treat you!"

"By the way, I still miss the porridge and wonton noodles in that old street! Hey, the one we went to before is still there, right? It must be there, such a delicious restaurant, no one will pour it, which bastard Then I don’t have the vision to do this kind of thing that kills traditional Chinese food. By the way, there is beef brisket and offal from the mother-in-law next door, I miss me so much.”

"You must be free tomorrow Saturday! Take my godson out to eat delicious food! In the morning we will have morning tea, and I want to eat our authentic barbecued pork buns, chicken feet, pork ribs, roasted wheat, octopus and beef balls. The food eaten abroad is tasteless. How can it be as delicious as ours. Then go to the old street, hey, I will make an appointment with the Bozai cake later, what is the taste of the small pudding? How about I give it He wants to try it? Then go eat the old street ones, and eat the barbecue at night, and then take the smoothie to see our great rivers! Just think about it and get excited!"

"Oh, it's not like you don't know what I eat abroad..." The voice suddenly stopped, probably because Mr. Wang next to him felt insulted.

Although Mr. Wang almost moved his work to accompany Lexuan in the past two years, but there are some shortcomings and strengths. Every time Lele makes videos, he never forgets to complain about Wang’s dark cooking, which is not as good as his own. Durian Chicken.

Hmm... Speaking of this durian chicken, the day Lele made this dish, the local neighbor almost called the police.According to Lele, he just felt a little airtight, but Mr. Wang refused to let him open the window.

So while he was going to the bathroom, he opened the kitchen window and the small back door.

The fragrance is overflowing...

The terrified foreign friends knocked on the door with various instruments in their hands, and almost broke the door.

Lele is still complaining afterwards, they don't know what food is!Something as fragrant as durian actually smells bad?Where does it stink!I also specially put half of it, super invincible fragrance, okay? !Even the chicken has the smell of durian. Don’t you know that the durian meat is soft and can be drawn. Although it doesn’t taste as good as eating it raw, it’s really good!Come back another day and I will make it for you!

Later, Mr. Wang took great pains to invite his neighbors to have a very simple but normal Chinese food, and he succeeded in overcoming the misunderstanding of the neighbors about Chinese food.

It's just that I lost a lot of bottles of old godmother, which made Lele feel so distressed...

Saturday.Song Huan felt that he took two kindergarten children out, one small and one big.

"Little Pudding, let my brother hug you! I miss you...why are you so heavy?!" Then she silently put the child down.

"Brother Lele, you have no strength! My father can hug me!"

"You are so big! You still need to be hugged!" Lele intervened and raised her head, choosing to avoid her eyes.

"Hmph! My dad wants to hug me, what can I do?" Little Pudding said arrogantly.

... "I see." Song Huan looked down at his son with a smile.

Lele patted Song Huan on the shoulder proudly, "Let's go, brother treats you to morning tea! I made a small sum of money a while ago, so while I still have the balance, let's go."

"Brother Lele, I want to eat crystal shrimp!"

"no problem!"

"Two servings!"

The two brats who almost ordered half of the menu for morning tea started another round of frantic cleaning after eating a bunch of candied haws.Song Huan let the two of them inhale the hurricane, after all, it was only once or twice, so let them go.