Food Bureau

I watched her open the door and I walked in after her.

As soon as the lights in the apartment were turned on, I went in from the entrance, and saw a huge gray granite island, a fully intelligent kitchen of the same color, and farther away, a light gray sofa, a dark gray carpet, and thin floor-to-ceiling windows The gauze did not cover the ink-blue city night outside the building, and the dazzling lights of thousands of houses shining in the night.

There was a thin sound of running water in the bathroom, and there was an elegant fragrance in the nostrils.

Is this where Shang Wan returns to every day?

"Never brought you here." She said, her tone seemed apologetic.

"Do you like quietness, or do you like loneliness?" I couldn't help asking.

She was a little embarrassed by the sudden question, and she averted her eyes.

"I'm sorry," I hugged her, "I may be in your life for a long, long time, maybe longer than your life, are you ready?"

She paused, nodded in my arms, and didn't speak.

I let her go, and saw that her eyes were red, and her heart hurt suddenly, "Eh? What's the matter?" I asked softly, and stroked her long hair behind her ears. Delicate blood vessels, "Are you tired? Otherwise, take a shower and I'll wait for you."

She hesitated.

"Oh... that's not what I meant. It's fine if I go back first. It's not because you're running out of bath water..."

I was afraid to repeat what I did last time, so I hurriedly expressed my opinion, besides, my existence at this point in time is indeed somewhat ambiguous.

"It's okay, you can sit down wherever you want."

"I'm afraid your water is cold."

"The bathtub is heated."

"Eh? Let me go, you don't have all the equipment of the white whale here, do you?"

As soon as the words fell, the gentle male voice sounded again: "White Whale is here, what is Miss Shang's order?"

Startled me.

Shang Wan swept away the haze just now, and laughed, "When you mention those two words, the system will be activated."

"I'll go, no, I can't let you chat with a man at home all day."

——"I'm sorry, Miss Shang, can you repeat it again? I didn't hear clearly."

"It's okay." Shang Wan said.

"Okay, Miss Shang."

I scratched my head, "It was a good chat."

"When you are free, come and record."

"what?"

"Aren't you jealous that I'm chatting with 'others'? That comes with the system, and I have a booklet here. You can read it and enter it into the system, and the voices that come out later will all be yours."

"Wow!" I lay back on the sofa, "Your sofa is so comfortable, what are you recording, otherwise I will take care of you in person?"

Shang Wan stood beside the sofa and looked down at me with a smile.

I pulled her over and lay beside me, I looked at her with my arms propped up, "If I were recording, I wouldn't be as polite as 'Miss Shang'."

"How about that?"

I cleared my throat, "Daughter-in-law, do you want to put bath water for you? Wife, do you want to take a bath together?"

She blushed when she heard this, and turned to my neck to prevent me from seeing it.

"Hey, no, it's a bit greasy," I coughed, "Miss Shang, did you want to continue discussing family composition just now? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

She turned her head slightly, looking very serious, "No."

"Huh? Co-author, you pulled me up just to say these two words? Is there anything else to explain?"

She thought for a while, "My grandfather has two sons and one daughter. My father is the second. My uncle was in Shanggu in his early years. Now he has established his own brand company in Hong Kong. My aunt is an unmarriageist and works in film media. Yes, all these years in Los Angeles."

"Oh... so are you still in Shanggu? Does your grandfather have any other grandchildren?"

She paused, "Yes, uncle has a daughter."

"Aren't you in Shanggu?"

"No."

I thought about it, "Oh, no wonder my dad asked last time..." I started like this, and then felt that I had slipped my mouth and gossiped with my dad.

"Huh? Did you tell your father about us?"

"Hey, he asked who hired the lawyer for him. He came here to be good and good. He knew at a glance that it wasn't my idea, and he praised you for being reliable. He kept praising you."

Shang Wan smiled, "What did you say he asked?"

"Oh, I just said that my friend is from Shanggu and is the granddaughter of Shanglao. He said he knew your grandfather and he used to go to Ruliu to join him."

"Yes, I remember that when I returned to China, my family often had dinner in Ruliu's private room."

"So you fell in love with that 'Luoyipoyu'," I patted her with my hand on her shoulder, "My dad asked which granddaughter Shanglao was that friend."

Shang Wan was stunned, "Your father knows my cousin?"

"After I said your name, he said that he didn't remember anyone from the younger generation. He probably only had the impression that your grandfather had two granddaughters."

"Ah."

I looked at my watch, "Otherwise, you can take a shower, I'll go back first, and prepare the dishes tomorrow."

She looked up at me and put her arms around my neck.

My heart suddenly burned, "Or should I stay?" I lowered my voice, a little hoarse, a little thirsty, and went to find honey in her lips.

She put her hand down from my neck, stroking my waist to my back, rubbing it through the sweater.The fire burned from my heart to the corners of my eyes, and spread all over my body. As soon as I stood up and pressed her down, I felt that my kiss was no longer gentle, and I even left "skills" and "purpose" behind, just thinking about her. Possessing her, the instinctive and primitive desire, I kiss her eyes, chin, and kiss her neck, where there is a nice aftertaste, my lips along the edge of the deep V-neck of her dress, all the way down...

Her cell phone rang.

I almost trembled and fell on her chest, expecting the ringing to end soon.After one round, it rang again...

"Go." I got up, thinking, I want to kill this person.

"dad……"

ah?Amitabha.

I sat on the edge of the sofa, listened to her talk on the phone, and calmed down.

"...Now?...What happened?...Well, about how long?...Um, okay."

Shang Wan hung up the phone and looked at me helplessly, "My dad said...he passed by the hotel downstairs and wanted to come up and talk to me."

"Huh?" I bounced off the sofa, "Then I'll go quickly," I took a step and turned around, "What happened?"

"No, but I don't know either. There should be something I want to tell me."

"I really know how to choose the time..." I grabbed my coat and walked towards the entrance, passing the bathroom, which was still slowly filling with water.

"The constant temperature bathtub is a waste of electricity!" I pointed to the inside.

Shang Wan squeezed out a helpless smile.

"Then you call me before going to bed?" I asked.

"okay."

I waited until eleven o'clock that day, and Shang Wan sent me a message asking if I was asleep. I said I was waiting for her call, and she called me.

"How is it? What's the matter?"

"Not at all. My dad has a tight schedule every time he returns to China, and he rarely has time to be alone with me. Tonight is probably free, so he just comes up to chat with me."

"Oh... that's good, there's no bloody drama like urging marriage, right?" To be honest, I was completely guessing this night.

Shang Wan smiled on the other end of the phone, "No, my dad is not that kind of person."

"That's right, an artist, eh? Am I remembering correctly? Is he an artist?"

"Well...he has his own studio in Europe and does some design."

"You said you Shang family, why are you in Shanggu? Would your grandfather feel sorry?"

"Um……"

She didn't talk too much, and I realized that it might have crossed the line. For some reason, I suddenly remembered that last time Shang Wan said that there were some shady things behind her family, and she also said that she would tell me in the future, so when we get to that. One step, she will speak naturally.

"Did you finally take your shower?" I changed the subject.

"Just finished washing and climbed into bed," she said, "Are you sleepy?"

We both said a few more silly words, and we went to sleep that night.Before falling asleep in a daze, I was thinking, if Shang Wan's father hadn't looked for her, would I have made a mistake to the end?

The next day, Shang Wan said that she would bring her father over at six o'clock in the evening, and I arrived at the game at three o'clock.

I haven't been here for the past two days, so I opened the windows for ventilation, inserted a large bouquet of calla lilies, placed them on the dining table, and removed dust everywhere.

Before tidying up, stew a small pot of broth. Take chicken racks, pork bones, ham, fire duck, cinnamon, and rock sugar and simmer for two hours. After two hours, the soup turns yellowish white. Put the fermented sea cucumbers into the broth and simmer slowly. Stew until six o'clock.

During the period, several other side dishes were also prepared according to the steps.

As soon as I went to see sea cucumbers, the doorbell rang, and I hurried to open the door. Shang Wan was wearing a red hat I bought in Aalborg today, and when she saw me, she smiled happily, "This is my dad, this is our relationship."

Behind her stood a middle-aged man with half-long hair, who looked so young that I was too embarrassed to call him uncle. He was wearing a dark gray cashmere coat with a cashmere plaid scarf casually draped over his shoulders, and smiled at me.

"Ah, hello Uncle Shang, please come in."

"Good relationship."

His voice is warm and full of magnetism. While he was walking in, I secretly looked at him again. I don't think Father Shang is quite like Grandpa Shang, but Shang Wan seems to have inherited his father's eyes and nose, delicate and affectionate.

"It smells so good!" Shang Wan took off her coat and gave it to me. Inside was a wine red woolen skirt.

"Oh, why did Christmas come early?" I looked at her festive attire, and the red hat made her so cute, she really looked like a little girl pampered by her father.

"Really!" Shang Wan pointed at her father. It turned out that he had taken off his coat, and inside was a dark green thin sweater.

Father Shang was also happy, and I hurried over, "Uncle, can I hang it up for you?"

"Excuse me, thank you."

He is quite polite, more like the teachers I met when I was studying abroad.

"Dad, what do you think of this place?"

"Well, it's comfortable and not pompous. I think it will attract people to come here often."

Shang Wan laughed, "You haven't tasted the handicraftsmanship yet, why did you make a conclusion so early?"

"I believe it's good, otherwise you wouldn't have brought Dad here."

I blushed from the sidelines, but fortunately I could cook, so I took the sea cucumber out of the pot, cut it into small pieces, scooped out the broth just now, added soybean powder, sugar, and oyster sauce to thicken it, and poured it over , and finally sprinkle the freshly baked shrimp roe, and the dish is ready.

Then cut the boiled ham into cubes, shred the fire duck, put them all back into the broth, add yam cubes and boil again, the soup is ready to drink.

Father Shang took his seat, "It's amazing to communicate, I just walked around like this, and both dishes were served."

Shang Wan walked up to me and hugged my arm, "Are you tired? Sit down and have a rest, let's have some soup together."

When I looked up, I saw Father Shang looking at me with probing eyes. To be precise, his eyes fell on the arm held by Shang Wan.