Food Bureau

As if I had heard a ghost story, I subconsciously looked up at Shang Wan, probably to see if she was afraid.

I'm afraid.

Why tonight?why?why? ?

I thought so in my heart, but I couldn't say anything.

——Please burn the ice?Are you sure you're not cheating?

——… Let’s be a little bit of favoritism, it was recommended by me and the station, but the approval is not my business, they are based on their ability.

I was a little upset when I heard it, it was full of the feeling that Xi Shi is in the eye of the beholder, and love is more or less blind.

I put down my phone and continued to tidy up the kitchen, moving gently, for fear of disturbing Shang Wan.

After everything was put away and the wipes were hung up, I saw Shang Wan slightly frowning, staring at something she was studying, and muttering something softly, like a string of numbers.

Which philosopher said that women are the most beautiful when they are serious. Looking at Shang Wan in front of me, I am completely convinced.

I don't know if my eyes were electrified and conveyed the temperature, she suddenly came back to her senses, turned to look at me, I seemed to be caught, my eyes had nowhere to rest, and my face was dry...

"Do you want to..."

"Packed up?"

We both spoke almost at the same time, and Shang Wan smiled hastily.

"Ah, I just packed it," I replied, "Well... How about I make you a dessert? Eat it?"

"Okay, trouble?"

"No trouble," who would worry about bothering the cook when going to a restaurant, "there will be coconut milk in it, is that okay?"

"OK."

"Okay~"

I took out the corn flour and custard powder, mixed them with water and put them aside, put some rock sugar in the coconut milk and evaporated milk, heated them in the pot, added sago and stirred after warming up, and then slowly poured the powder soup just mixed into the pot In the medium, keep stirring while injecting, add the egg yolk liquid in the last step, and continue stirring until it becomes thick.

Pour the semi-finished product into a shallow square container, spread it all over, put it in the oven, and bake it at 180 degrees for 20 minutes. A little caramel color appears on the surface, take it out to cool.

The sweet fragrance floats in the air, and the smell makes people feel happy.

Shang Wan looked at the plate of pudding, "It smells so good~ Can I share this together? I can't finish it all by myself."

I laughed and didn't know how to refuse, "Okay, okay, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

The pudding was warm, I cut it in half with a knife, put it in two bowls, and handed one to her, "Taste it, see how hard you are, and add some energy."

She moved the drawing aside, took a spoonful and put it into her mouth, "Well, it's very thick and smooth, and the sweetness is well controlled, just right, not greasy."

I tried it too, but luckily, I didn't miss it.

While eating the pudding, the blueprint that Shang Wan just studied was spread out not far from me, so I just glanced at it, it seemed to be the blueprint of an annex building.

"Do you remember what you learned back then?" she asked as she saw me looking at the blueprints.

"It seems to be, environmental space and building materials... something like that."

It was there eight years ago. If it wasn’t for these eight years, I would still read the books of those years, and I’m afraid I won’t remember it so firmly.

She nodded, "I remember it very clearly, will you still go to see it?"

"Turn it over once in a while, or you'll always feel that you're at a loss. Those books are very expensive, and the books cost hundreds."

Shang Wan looked at me, as if judging whether I was serious or just being lip-synch, I suddenly felt a little sorry for her concern, it could be regarded as concern, for some reason, in the limited alone time with her, she would always ask these questions, Perhaps, it is because she is in a related industry, and she also studied architecture as an undergraduate.

"I really liked this major back then, so I would flip through it occasionally." I answered seriously again.

She looked at me softly, nodded, said nothing, and lowered her head to eat pudding again.

"What dessert do you like? I'll make it for you next time."

Shang Wan thought for a while, "It's not very sweet, and it doesn't make people very full, whatever."

"Well," I thought for a while, "Understood."

She put down the bowl and spread out the drawings in the middle, "Can you understand a picture like this?"

I looked at her, put down the bowl, and tilted my head to look at the blueprint carefully, "Is it some kind of external extension building? Is this a light control building structure made by...?"

A gleam of joy flashed across her eyes, "Can you see that it is doing light control? This is a hotel in northern Denmark. We helped it design the lobby, executive floors and restaurants. What's more special is the coffee shop in the lobby on the first floor. There is an extended glass house outside, which the locals call the 'Winter Garden', for people to use when the weather is nice."

"Hmm...the winter in that place is very long, the latitude is high, and the sunshine time is also long in summer. Does it mean that the sun doesn't set until nine or ten o'clock in the evening?"

"Yes, so the control of light is very important. You see, although we do hotel interior design, I often emphasize that there is no distinction between inside and outside. To design a space, we must first understand the space. When encountering such an extended structure, the original There is no architectural body at all, and it falls on our heads. It is impossible for Shanggu not to develop its own architectural design team."

I see that she keeps bringing up this topic today, guessing that she probably has a disagreement with someone in the company on ideas, and it is inconvenient to comment, so I went to look at the drawing again, "So it was designed outside the glass room... one by one. , Light panel? Can it be moved?"

"Using a special coating, it slowly darkens as the light intensifies."

"Wow, that's interesting."

Shang Wan looked at me, but her eyes seemed to see some world other than me, I don't know what she was thinking.

I was about to say something to interrupt, but she spoke first, "Come on, Shanggu has recently recruited some interns from local colleges and universities. They work eight hours a week. Do you want to come? You can learn from your seniors and regain your major. .”

I was stunned for a few seconds before I realized it, and shook my head quickly, "I can't, I can't, I still studied three semesters eight years ago, and now I have forgotten..." I thought about it again, and felt that this was not enough To express my professional ignorance, "How can I go to Shanggudius."

Shang Wan smiled, "We recruit students who have not graduated. They are internships and they are all studying. By the way, help us do some simple work. You can do it. You can see such complicated drawings at a glance. It's famous."

"I..." I was a little tempted, but I still wanted to push it away, "I was talking nonsense just now, and it happened to be right, I..."

She smiled again, "You can think about it, we are currently in contact with colleges and universities, and interviews will start almost next month. There is an internship salary, but I know you won't care about this salary. How about it?"

"Huh? Still have an interview? Then I definitely can't... I can't even hand in my resume..."

She tilted her head slightly and looked at me with a half-smile, "Who do you want to hand it to?"

"...Hey...I'm not, I dare not open the back door..."

"Tomorrow, I will send you some specific information. You can read it and think about it."

"...Well, thank you Miss Shang." I wondered, if I really went to Shanggu for an internship, would I change my name to "Mr. Shang" in the future.

She turned her eyes, as if thinking of something, but didn't say it.

I packed the dessert tableware and looked at my watch. It was almost 10 minutes after ten o'clock, and Xiao Ziyan's show had already started.

Shang Wan rolled up the drawings, and I think she was about to leave too.My heart was beating wildly. When I heard the news, I thought I would definitely not listen to it. Even if I wanted to listen, I would search the Internet tomorrow to listen to it. The favor of her gave me the illusion that I had the capital to make a mistake, and I actually wanted to listen to her in front of her.

Yes, my eager heart wants to see her reaction.

It's like an evil thought, planted in everyone's developed or undeveloped evil soil, once it takes root, the roots that grow continuously will tickle you and make you uncomfortable.

At ten fifteen, I turned on the radio.

Zhuo Bing's deep and slow voice came from inside: "There are many actions to express love, and 'painting' is my favorite one."

Xiao Ziyan's smile could be squeezed out of his voice, dripping with water, "I think after listening to this episode, the audience will have to learn how to draw."

I saw an expression on Shang Wan's face that satisfied me and disappointed me at the same time. At that time, she was lowering her head and opening her computer bag. Her movements just stopped, and an invisible dark cloud just passed across her face.

She raised her head and looked directly at me. She seemed to be analyzing my eyes for the first two seconds, and after that, there was a kind of coldness that I had never seen on her.

Just like the winter in Suzhou, it is foggy and bone-chillingly cold, so cold that there is no wind, no snow, and no movement.

Like...the young woman in the back seat of the Maybach that night.

I think I flinched, who knows, I don't remember.

What I remember is that Shang Wan held the corner of his lips and said clearly and gently: "You have always wanted to find out the relationship between me and Zhuo Bing, right?"

The author has something to say: next Thursday~