Wordless Love [Rebirth]

After the establishment of Zhao's cooperation case, Meng's costume design competition has been greatly advanced.

The preparatory work in the early stage has been basically completed, and it went so smoothly that the entire Meng family has no sense of reality.It was like a hunter who had prepared a sack and even a shotgun to deal with the rabbit, but before he shot, he found that the silly rabbit had knocked his head on the tree stump and passed out, which made him very unfulfilling.

They all knew in their hearts that those competitors who had been trying to push them out of Haicheng's market now spontaneously and consciously gave way to Meng's; and those senior media professionals whom they could not even meet in person took the initiative to come forward at this time, It's all because Mrs. Meng stands behind Mrs. Zhao.

Although the other party's attitude towards the Meng family is still unclear, even if they are waiting and watching, they will not do anything to offend the Zhao family.

The focus of Meng Chilang's attention is not here. With the smooth progress of the design competition, his workload has also increased sharply. Director Liu or his father took him to various social occasions again and again, and his identity as the little prince of the Meng family thus became Entered the business district of Haicheng.

Meng Chilang drank more wine and saw more and more people, so he became more and more uneasy.Especially when he saw his father's gratified smile when others praised him, he even felt a little guilty.He was afraid that the greater his father's expectations, and the deeper his belief that he would inherit the family business obediently, the greater his disappointment would be.

The design of the entries is also on his agenda. Casual and fashion clothing is not his specialty, so naturally he has to spend more time on it.

Design repeatedly, revise repeatedly, give up repeatedly, start over again, and start again and again.

Meng Chilang was in the design room, the more irritable and silent he became.

He repeatedly considered the model's figure, measured every detail of the plastic model with his fingers, and drew a pencil unconsciously on the paper to outline a rough and vague concept.

Just when he wanted to forget the whole world, the doorbell rang without picking the right moment.

Only then did Meng Chilang remember to look at the time, it was already eleven o'clock in the night, who would come at this time?The doorbell seemed to sense his impatience after three rings, and fell silent.Meng Chilang ignored it and continued with the work at hand.

But Bifeng paused suddenly while going back and forth, thinking of something, he got up and walked towards the door.

When the door was opened, the man was still standing outside the door and did not leave.

Meng Chilang showed such an expression as expected, and glanced at Zhao Lingyu. He stretched out his hand and rubbed away his inelegant expression, which he knew without looking in the mirror, and said, "Sorry, I didn't pay attention just now. It's so late. What's wrong with me?"

Zhao Lingyu's eyes flicked past him quickly, and his brows tightened invisibly.He smiled and raised his hand: I'm hungry and I'm going to have supper, what do you want?

Meng Chilang raised his eyebrows. This man really doesn't like eating alone.

"What to eat?"

Although he hadn't had dinner yet, Meng Chilang didn't feel hungry yet, and even now he had no appetite after being so busy. He wasn't interested in Zhao Lingyu's suggestion at all.

Porridge, or noodles.

Zhao Lingyu said so.

Meng Chilang looked at the time and said, "It's already time, why don't you do it yourself?"

Zhao Lingyu nodded immediately.

Meng Chilang responded casually: "Well, well, let's make the porridge. Call me when it's done."

Who would have thought that after waiting, by the time Meng Chilang finally came to his senses from the sketches, it would already be half past morning.

Meng Chilang took out his cell phone and checked, but there was no text message.

Could it be that he missed the doorbell?Zhao Lingyu thought he fell asleep so he went back?

Meng Chilang took a sip of the cold coffee and felt that something was not in his mouth, so he got up and went to the kitchen to drink water.I planned to go back to the house and sleep, but after thinking about it, I took the elevator upstairs.

For other people's invitations, no matter what the reason is, it is very rude not to respond. Meng Chilang was raised by his mother with standard gentleman etiquette. It can be said that he has obsessive-compulsive disorder Well, if he doesn't let this matter come to a perfect conclusion, he will definitely not be able to sleep well tonight.

Unexpectedly, when he got out of the elevator, he saw the door of his neighbor's house wide open. He knocked on the door and called Zhao Lingyu's name, but there was no response, so he walked towards the kitchen where the voice came from.

"Zhao..."

There was a sudden pause in his voice.

Meng Chilang never imagined that he would see such a scene.

The kitchen is messy, there are vegetables, shrimp shells and other residues of various ingredients on the countertops of the kitchen, and there are even residues of porridge water on the ground besides water!

The tall man stood there looking very abrupt. He was staring at the porridge at this time, and he was facing the direction of the door. He could clearly see the words "three decimeters and seven cents water" written on several pieces of A4 paper. From time to time, the man looked at the notebook not far away, and Ying Jie's voice came from there: "Master, you don't need to be nervous. I will definitely not make mistakes this time."

"...Don't worry, I've already ordered the porridge from Yipinlou, and it's on the way to deliver it."

"Master, is the water boiling? You can lift the lid now, yes, eh, slow down, don't get scalded again! Now start stirring clockwise with a spoon at a constant speed, by the way, turn down the heat , simmer slowly."

Zhao Lingyu turned around, and was about to ask Ying Jie Wenhuo on the other end of the video with his lips how hot it was, when he caught a glimpse of Meng Chilang who was stunned at the door from the corner of his eye.

Zhao Lingyu froze on the spot for a full three seconds before recovering from Ying Jie's voice: "Master, watch carefully, don't..."

Zhao Lingyu snapped down the notebook uncontrollably, cutting off Ying Jie's voice.

He wanted to say something to get himself out of this unexpected situation and maintain the perfect image he had always wanted to establish in front of this person these days, but when he raised his hand, he found that he was still holding an iron spoon.

Zhao Lingyu's expression cracked for a second.

Meng Chilang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he finally came out of his astonishment, at this moment he didn't know what expression he was wearing.He really wanted to laugh, but the brows of the people in front of him were all frowned, exuding a kind of low pressure that could be called 'majesty and inviolability', which made him a little embarrassed.

"Cough," he coughed lightly, trying to keep his expression in a natural range, "then what, you didn't hear me after I called... That's why I came in to have a look."

Zhao Lingyu thought of something, he raised his wrist, the high-end watch was soaked with water, and there was a red scald mark on the back of his hand, he put his hand down without any trace.

Sorry, are you hungry?

...delivery will arrive soon.

He kept his hands as natural as possible and said.

It can be considered that he has lived to be 26 years old. Meng Chilang also understands the truth that people are hard to break down. At this time, he touched his nose and nodded as he accepted Zhao Lingyu's proposal.

The sound of boiling sounded behind Zhao Lingyu, and then he remembered the porridge that he had ignored, and turned around quickly.

Meng Chilang walked in, saw that Zhao Lingyu was going to turn off the fire, went over to look at it, and said, "It should be cooked, let me see." He naturally took the iron spoon in Zhao Lingyu's hand, and poured the boiling white foam Stir it off.

Very ordinary porridge.

Judging by the tragedy left in the kitchen, it can be seen that the person who was in charge thought of making the porridge more upscale.

But obviously, he failed.

Looking at the pile of mutilated corpses such as vegetables, carrots, shrimps, and lean meat on the sink, Meng Chilang almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

It was so much fun, he could completely imagine how this calm and calm person was devastated by this pot of porridge in these two hours!

But he didn't dare to laugh, because this kind of thing hurt his self-esteem too much.

Zhao Lingyu didn't expect that he couldn't even cook a bowl of porridge well.

It was actually very late when he came back tonight. After taking a shower, he thought about going down to see if that person was still busy.He knew his plan, and guessed that he should start preparing for the competition design during this period of time. Thinking of his oblivious appearance after entering the design room, Zhao Lingyu couldn't help but start to worry.

At that time, it was common for him to stay up for two days when he got busy, and his three meals a day were even more vague. As time passed, his body began to protest.His stomach was not good, and he had an ulcer and had an operation at that time. Thinking of his pale face from the pain, Zhao Lingyu couldn't sit still.

The purpose of ringing the doorbell was to test whether he had fallen asleep. If he went to sleep on time, he didn't want to wake him up.

Waiting outside the door was not because he had a premonition that the other party would come to open the door, but because he thought that if he hadn't slept yet, he might take a look when he remembered the ringtone after he was busy with the matter at hand.

As he had guessed, Meng Chilang was working overtime at home. Seeing Meng Chilang's face, Zhao Lingyu knew that this person must not have eaten, and he almost blurted out the words to scold him.

His current stomach is probably not as bad as it was later. Realizing this, Zhao Lingyu no longer pursues other things. At this time, filling his stomach is the most important thing.He thought about digestible food, asked his opinion, and hurried back upstairs with the intention of filling the other person's stomach quickly.

What happened after that was completely out of his control.

He never knew that cooking porridge is so difficult.

In his previous life, Meng Chilang often had to eat light and digestible food when he was not feeling well. Sometimes porridge might become his three meals a day.Zhao Lingyu knew his taste very well, and he was very satisfied when he opened the refrigerator and saw all the ingredients, but when he reached out, he already had a bad feeling.

He didn't know how to deal with these ingredients, even vegetables, and he didn't know how to wash them.

Seeing this, you must have understood this point: the equivalent relationship between Zhao Lingyu and the kitchen idiot is beyond doubt.

He has never even watched other people cook, let alone cook by himself.

Finally, I searched for the necessary guides on the Internet, and started to prepare quickly, but it was only these two hours, which made Zhao Lingyu realize that many things in the world are not just smart, you can learn them.

He didn't even understand that he wished to measure those doses and duration by the laboratory's standards, but how could the food be so bad, either the accompanying vegetables were undercooked, or it had a strange smell.

Finally, as a last resort, he pulled Ying Jie back from his sleep.

With Ying Jie's guidance, he also chose the porridge which was less likely to make mistakes, but just when he thought he was going to finish it smoothly, Meng Chilang saw his embarrassing side!

The white porridge was getting thicker and thicker with constant stirring, Meng Chilang finally adjusted his expression and tone, and broke the awkward silence: "I didn't know how to cook before, but when I went abroad, I gradually learned how to cook. I just learned it. When I first learned it, everyone was in a hurry, and it would be easy if I did it twice more."

He intended to comfort this omnipotent person who stumbled in this aspect alone, but he couldn't help but want to laugh when he said the words, so that his tone changed a little.

He stopped quickly and looked back at Zhao Lingyu.

The man was looking at him, his expression was the same as his usual expression, but there seemed to be something extra.He smiled at Zhao Lingyu, turned his head and began to stir the porridge attentively.

Zhao Lingyu controlled his urge to step forward and hug him, his eyes were filled with the figure of this person.

He is cooking porridge for him.

We were together for ten years in the last life, and there were very few times when we could have a peaceful meal together. I never thought that one day I would be able to eat food made by him!

Things that I didn't even dare to think about before, are now being carried out within my reach.Zhao Lingyu felt satisfied, and the annoyance of being found to be imperfect seemed insignificant.

that night.

In the end, Meng Chilang ate porridge made by the chef of Yipinlou who worked overtime, his favorite yam lily porridge.

And Zhao Lingyu, eating that bowl of porridge, seemed to be eating the most delicious food in the world.