The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

He Lang's expectations were good, as expected, everyone was full, and all moon cakes were brought home with them.

Considering trying new flavors, He Lang's team distributed mooncakes of various flavors as much as possible.In addition to the traditional lotus seed paste and egg moon with lotus seed paste, there are also olive flavors, red bean filling, mung bean filling, taro paste, jujube paste...and five-nut mooncakes ordered by He Lang.

To be precise, it should be mooncakes with barbecued pork with five kernels.

"This year I can't get the ham that I used in previous years, so I didn't make ham-flavored ones." On the side of the coffee table in the living room of his house, He Lang divided the mooncakes into eight portions with a knife, "But the char siu in the five kernels is delicious. Yes, try it."

As he spoke, the man pushed the mooncake in front of Song Lin.Song Lin poked a piece with a toothpick, looked at it, and even smelled it.To be honest, young people have not yet felt the power of "five kernel mooncakes", and they have no sense of good or bad about it.However, the other people's attitude of staying away from Wuren mooncakes made him curious.

"Linlin, do you know that curiosity kills cats?" Xia Hong rubbed Song Lin's shoulders, persuading her earnestly, "The char siu is delicious, and Aunt Zhang's craftsmanship is also good, but none of these can stand up to the mooncakes with five kernels." are inherently evil!"

Song Lin shook the small piece in his hand: "Have you eaten it?"

"I have, but it wasn't made by Aunt Zhang." Xia Hong replied, "But the mooncakes with five kernels are similar, but don't be fooled."

"How can you lie to him by eating mooncakes?" He Lang opened the mooncakes and cut them into eight neatly, then replied, "If you haven't eaten it, don't say anything. The five kernels made by Aunt Zhang are also delicious. There’s nothing our family doesn’t like to eat.”

Xia Hong was a little drunk, and said in a daze, "That's because of the strange taste that has been inherited from your family..."

He Lang glanced at her coldly.

When Xia Hong met his eyes, she woke up with a jolt.She put down the hand on Song Lin's shoulder awkwardly, picked a freshly cut lotus seed paste mooncake, stuffed it into her mouth, and said that she would not speak.

Song Lin carefully studied the small slice in his hand again, and saw the suspected walnut kernels, almonds, olives, melon seeds, sesame seeds, diced barbecued pork...etc. exact knowledge.

"Don't you finish your research?" He Lang wiped the knife clean after cutting the moon cake, "According to your research method, no delicacy will taste good. Put it in your mouth quickly, chew it and swallow it. "

Song Lin glanced at him, and then really put this small piece of mooncake in his mouth.

He Lang originally really liked the mooncakes made at home with barbecued pork with five kernels, but he was always objected by others, which made him feel a little shaken in his heart.Although different people have different opinions on taste, but if Song Lin really doesn't like this taste, He Lang will feel ashamed of himself who has been recommending it all the time.

Song Lin ignored the nervous look on the man's face, chewed carefully, tasted it, and ate the mooncake.

Now, let alone He Lang, everyone at the table including Xia Hong was waiting for Song Lin's evaluation.This is like a silent competition, and the basis for judging the winner or loser is whether Song Lin thinks the Wuren barbecued pork mooncake is good or not.

"I think..." Song Lin deliberately paused to whet everyone's appetites, and then slowly expressed his thoughts.

"good."

"'It's okay'?" Xia Hong took the lead in conducting an "in-depth" interview, "Is it delicious or not? Or, do you want to finish the rest of the mooncakes with char siew with five kernels?"

"...It's fine, if you don't want to eat it." Song Lin said with a clear attitude, "I think the taste is okay, the sweetness of the char siu is quite obvious, the rest is nuts, and there is nothing bad about it. "

Xia Hong was surprised and said: "Is only the char siu sweet? The candied winter melon in it is something else, isn't it sweet and sweet?"

"...I didn't feel it." Song Lin wondered, "Is it because the sweetness of the char siew overwhelmed me? I don't think anything is too sweet."

"That's why you are just worrying about it." He Lang, who was sitting next to him, breathed a sigh of relief calmly, and then said, "Aunt Zhang doesn't even use wax gourd, how can it be sweet?"

Xia Hong didn't believe in evil, and tried her best to pinch a small piece and put it in her mouth.Chew it, chew it, swallow it.

Lin Xiaoyong looked at her curiously: "How is it?"

Xia Hong smacked it and smacked her lips: "...the barbecued pork is delicious! Wow, it feels like meeting a piece of barbecued pork in a nut, so happy!"

He Lang: "...you might as well just go and eat pork buns."

After successfully rectifying the name of the Shen family's homemade five-nut barbecued pork mooncake, He Lang no longer cares about how these people share the mooncakes.He himself only pinched a small piece of char siew with five kernels, tasted it, and it was considered to be the Mid-Autumn Festival.Then, having nothing to do left and right, the man got up and went into the kitchen to cook some hangover soup for a group of guys who were a little drunk.

Xia Hong watched him leave the table, swallowed the taro paste mooncake in her mouth, approached Song Lin and tugged at his sleeve: "Linlin, come with me."

Song Lin still had a piece crossed in his hand, so he stood up and followed her to leave the table.Everyone watched them go up the stairs one after the other, especially Xia Hong, who was still on tiptoe, expressing bewilderment.

Qi Ye raised his eyebrows: "When I was not at home, what kind of trouble did Xia Hong make?"

Yan Shaojun pushed his glasses: "I don't know...but obviously Xia Hong is hiding quite deeply."

Yuan Chengbing sat on the chair next to him, turned his head and glanced at the kitchen: "It seems that he is still hiding from He Lang? But he is at home, and he can know it when he comes out... Isn't this way of hiding too rough?"

Lin Xiaoyong swallowed the mooncake in his mouth, and concluded: "I think Xia Hong will be unlucky."

So what did Xia Hong whisper to Song Lin?

"Linlin, do you still remember when I told you that I wanted to get a tattoo on my back?"

Xia Hong dragged Song Lin into her room without thinking too much, and closed the door smoothly: "You said you wanted to see it, remember?"

"Remember." Song Lin saw that Xia Hong was a little drunk, and she was not drunk, so he talked to her normally, "Why, are you ready to start?"

"It's already started!" Xia Hong stretched out her index finger and shook it, "It takes three tattoos to finish, and the first tattoo is already done. Oh, it looks good, but I'm not good at showing off to others, I'm suffocating." me."

Song Lin heard Xia Hong's accent suddenly start to be confused, raised his eyebrows and said, "So you came to me to show off?"

"That's right, you said you wanted to see it." Xia Hong dragged the young man to the side of the bed, pressed him to sit down, and said, "I'll show you now."

Seeing that she really started to undress, Song Lin held her hand helplessly and stopped her, saying, "Speak well, don't take off your clothes, what kind of hooligans are you?"

"How can I show you if you don't take it off?" Xia Hong paused and thought for two seconds, "Yes! That's good!"

She turned around, turned her back to Song Lin, and pulled out the T-shirt stuffed into her trousers.Then she lifted up the clothes behind her directly, revealing her back.

"Can you see it?" Xia Hong asked, "Ah, do you want me to take the strap of my underwear..."

"No, no need." Song Lin hurriedly got up to prevent her from further "playing hooligans", "I saw it. This is the line draft, it looks very good."

On Xia Hong's back, the blood-red lines combined with the trend of the scar on the back outlined a line draft of a phoenix.This fire phoenix is ​​a relatively abstract one, but its wings and long tail can be separated. The feeling of burning flames and the movement of the scars also match well. It can be seen that the tattoo artist has put in a lot of effort.

Song Lin approached and pulled off her clothes: "Okay, I'm done reading, you put the clothes..."

"What are you doing?"

A deep male voice sounded, the two turned their heads and saw that He Lang had already opened the door and entered.

Shocked, Xia Hong hurriedly put down her clothes: "Uh, it's nothing, but there's something wrong with the scar on the back, let Song Lin take a look at it for me."

It seems that Xia Hong has been completely awakened by fright, and her mind is spinning.

When He Lang just opened the door, he saw that all the clothes behind Xia Hong were lifted up, and Song Lin was helping her pull down the clothes.Although it seemed unpleasant to him, Xia Hong's explanation seemed to make sense.The man's eagle eyes swept across Xia Hong's face, with a hint of meaning.It wasn't until Xia Hong's heart was pounding, that He Lang turned his gaze to Song Lin: "The hangover soup is ready, go downstairs and finish drinking, and go to bed quickly."

Song Lin walked out of Xia Hong's room without saying anything.He Lang made room for him to go out, then stared at Xia Hong again, then closed the door and left.

Xia Hong, who was completely sober, patted herself on the cheek: "My mother, it's fortunate that my brain turns quickly...it's almost a matter of time!"

After Song Lin finished drinking the hangover soup, he went back to his room to take a shower and sleep.

However, when he brushed his hair and left the bathroom, he found He Lang standing in his room, leaning against the table.

"Is something wrong?"

Song Lin asked while walking to He Lang, pulled out the chair and sat down at the table.He thought of something when he just took a shower. In order to prevent forgetting, he wrote down a few groups of words and sentences in the notebook.

"That's right." He Lang saw that he was covering his hair with a towel and stopped wiping his hair, so he helped him to do it, "Do you like Xia Hong's?"

"……what?"

The man's question was so sudden that Song Lin was startled for a moment before he could react.He quickly realized that the man had misunderstood what happened in Xia Hong's room just now.

"You think too much. It's just a look at the scar on her back. Didn't you also see it?" Song Lin wanted to turn his head, but with the towel covering his head, he couldn't see anyone when he turned around. So it’s easier to lift the clothes, and there’s no other meaning.”

He Lang said again: "When she hangs on you, don't you seem to hate it?"

"What's the matter. She touched Shen Gu, isn't there anything wrong with Shen Gu?" Song Lin said helplessly, "You still told me not to mess up the mandarin ducks, aren't your words now just messing up the mandarin ducks? ?”

"I'm just out of normal concern for my friends." He Lang said, "How is Tao Xiqian's training recently? She was not convinced at first, but now she seems to ask you a lot. It seems that Master Song has succeeded again. Subdue a thorn?"

"She is straightforward and not too thorny." Song Lin replied, "Tao Qianqian trains very seriously, and I can easily see the effect of the plan from her, so it is very good to be an experimental subject."

"It seems that you like her quite a bit?"

"He Lang." Song Lin stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's wrist, preventing him from continuing to wipe his head.Then the young man pulled off the towel and was finally able to turn around.

"You have so many questions, are you jealous?"

[The author has something to say: Xia Hong: Look at the phoenix behind me! ! ! ! 】