Liuxiang

Shang Huaiyan realized that something was wrong.

Because in this second, Yi Baitang's expression suddenly became very strange, and at this moment, his shoulders slumped, and he was extremely depressed.

"Tell me," Yi Baitang said blankly, the firm belief that had always been firm suddenly became less firm at this moment, and after breaking the hole, the fear hidden in his heart suddenly multiplied and could no longer be ignored , "That person—can he really be defeated?"

Shang Huaiyan instantly understood the key point of the matter.

"Baitang..." Shang Huaiyan spoke after deliberating, he must say something at this moment.

"Huh?" Yi Baitang asked.

"Will you compare later?" He asked directly.

"..." Yi Baitang said, "Compare."

"If you use this state to compare, I suggest that you don't waste time." Shang Huaiyan said objectively, "You have already decided that you are going to lose, so you will definitely lose later; even if you win by luck, most likely you will lose." Because Grandpa wants you to win."

Yi Baitang didn't speak.

"Besides," Shang Huaiyan said calmly, "Do you really want to win this play-off?"

"I just want to defeat the opponent." Yi Baitang said.

"Then the victory in this game is actually irrelevant." Shang Huaiyan thought clearly and logically, "Your purpose is to defeat him. If you fail this time, there will be next time; if you fail next time, there will be another time. As long as you are together, the challenge can continue, and the victory is always waiting for you in the distance."

"This challenge is no different from all the challenges in the past, and even all the challenges in the future.

"And we only keep looking forward to all your challenges, we will not be disappointed, we will not be dissatisfied..."

He patted Yi Baitang on the shoulder, exerting force in his hands, and passed his strength to the other party: "Because you are always so serious. And we love you."

It's amazing.

A moment ago I was in a situation where I was wavering and even questioning myself.

And the next moment, under the comfort of the little sapling, my heart suddenly settled down again, and once again I felt that even if I lost, it was no big deal.

Anyway, I've lost countless times over the years.

This time, at most, there will be a little more viewers watching me fail.

Who cares about the audience.

I just care about-

Yi Baitang's gaze flicked past Shang Huaiyan's face.

Still expressionless, he said, "Okay, let me close my eyes."

Shang Huaiyan smiled and said, "Okay, let's go." He looked at his watch, "You still have 15 minutes left."

Yi Baitang: "Well, I love you too."

Shang Huaiyan was taken aback.

Yi Baitang walked to the sofa at the foot of the wall, and lay down to rest with his eyes closed.

Shang Huaiyan followed to the corner of the lounge, and the temperature of the air conditioner in the room was a little low.After thinking about it, he took off his coat and used it as a quilt for Yi Baitang.

Footsteps came from behind.

Someone walks in.

Shang Huaiyan turned his head, put his finger on the corner of his lips, and gave a "shh" to the visitor.

Yi Baitang, who was lying on the sofa, quickly fell asleep, but he didn't sleep well enough, and was falling into the borderline between falling asleep and being awake.

At this stage, he can think but cannot move his body, and there is darkness around him.

so boring.

Yi Baitang thought.

Maybe I shouldn't sleep, I'll be more tired when I wake up later.

The next second he was thinking, the darkness suddenly disappeared, and the colors rushed in like a rainbow, criss-crossing, and were woven into a vivid pattern by the skillful hands of the dream.

Yi Baitang was confused for a moment.

I feel that at this moment, I seem to have become a little old self. He is sitting on the bench in the kitchen at home, and a tall and strong figure is standing on the stove. His back is facing Yi Baitang, against the light, The setting sun inlaid a layer of shining gold on him, and he suddenly turned around, holding a noodle bowl in his hand, which contained hot noodles, and the noodles exuded a tempting aroma.

An old man from his youth.

Yi Baitang thought.

In this space that belongs to the past, thinking is like a rusty gear, click, click, and it is painfully slow.

During the whole process of the young old man turning around, coming to Yi Baitang, and feeding the noodles in the bowl to Yi Baitang, Yi Baitang could only think of such a simple thought.

Before he became an adult, he came up with a new idea slowly, and suddenly heard his little self choke out a sentence: "No...it's not this smell."

"Alas—" the young old man sighed melancholy.He squatted down, stroked Yi Baitang's cheek with rough hands, "Tangtang, then tell grandpa, what exactly does the noodles cooked by mother taste like?"

"It's not this, it can't be said, it's delicious...Grandpa is stupid." The little Baitang choked out another sentence.

The next moment, he was crying.

Yi Baitang woke up from his dream!

He felt a coolness on his face, subconsciously wiped it, and tears rolled down the back of his hand.

Shang Huaiyan was admiring his little baby's sleeping face just now, but in the blink of an eye, the sleeping person suddenly sat up from the sofa, and when he opened his eyes, a stream of tears fell down.

Shang Huaiyan was frightened: "What's wrong?"

Yi Baitang kept silent, pulled Shang Huaiyan, buried it in the other's chest, rubbed it twice, wiped away his tears with his shirt, and then took out his head.

Shang Huaiyan was frightened for the second time: "What the hell... what's wrong..."

"Yeah..." A second voice came from the side, the voice fluttered and couldn't find a foothold, and was a hundred times as frightened as Shang Huaiyan was, "What's the matter..."

Yi Baitang glanced at the sound, it was his mother.

He turned his gaze back, sat upright, thought for a long time, and said slowly, "I remember everything."

It turns out that the big devil is not born to know how to cook.

It turns out that when I was very young, the Great Demon King would also helplessly ask, what is that smell like?

Later, the Great Demon King finally made 'Heart Cuisine'...but it was not the taste of his mother. Even if he had forgotten the original taste of his mother in the end, he never mixed them together from the beginning to the end, including some time ago. The bowl of noodles I just tried.

Mom's taste is completely different from that of the big devil.

"That's right, I'm so stupid..." Yi Baitang muttered to himself.

Everyone is cooking with their hearts, and they all carry their own feelings in the cooking. There are no two identical people, and there are no two identical emotions.

Everyone's heart food taste is different!