Crossflow

After entering the twelfth lunar month, the New Year is not far away.

Kyushu's Spring Festival came very late this year, and Tao Fengche was still in school on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

The heating in the classroom was fully turned on, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and the room was as stuffy as an airtight sardine can.The mathematics teacher on the podium was solving the problems on the blackboard in accordance with the progress of the PPT, tirelessly explaining the steps of solving the problems, and occasionally tapping the blackboard with his knuckles, trying to call the attention of the students in the audience.

Tao Fengche's thoughts immersed in the practice questions were interrupted by this sudden noise. Surrounded by the rustling sound of writing like spring eating leaves, he held his pen and stared blankly for a while, and suddenly lost interest in doing the questions.

Tao Fengche looked up at the blackboard, and after confirming that the knowledge points taught by the teacher had already been mastered by heart, he cast his eyes out of the window rather bored.

There is a saying in Kyushu that after Laba is the new year, today can be regarded as a festival no matter what, Sui Yuesheng should be home on time...?

He thought with some uncertainty.

The head chef of the Tao family who is in charge of the white case is from the north. He pickled the Laba garlic half a month ago. Today, he got up early in the morning, picked out all kinds of ingredients by himself, and washed them one by one. After soaking, place in batches in a casserole and simmer over low heat all day.

By the time Tao Fengche followed Yuesheng and the two back home, the porridge had already been cooked.

Laba porridge is called Qibao five-flavor porridge. There is no standard recipe, and the recipes in each family are not the same, but basically it contains grains, beans and dried fruits. .

Jingpu is located in the south, it is humid and rainy, and it is even colder in winter, even when the sun is out, there is no warmth, and when the extremely invasive cold wind blows on people, even the bones are sour.

Although Tao Fengche stayed indoors with Yue Sheng and the other two, but after getting out of the car and walking up the steps and then through the porch, it was inevitable that he was still covered in cold air.

Tao Fengche was born in the prime of his life when his firepower was in full swing, and he was dressed thickly, so he didn't feel any discomfort; Sui Yuesheng was always afraid of the cold. After he took off his coat and handed it to the servant at the entrance, he smiled He shivered imperceptibly.

Tao Fengche arrived home a few minutes earlier than Sui Yuesheng, and was already sitting firmly at the dining table. His eyes lit up when he saw his figure from a distance, but when he saw him clearly, his eyebrows frowned——

On such a cold day, Sui Yuesheng was only wearing a black turtleneck sweater. His fair skin was so cold that it lost all color. You could almost see the dark purple blood vessels under the skin. His lips were also slightly purple, and his fingers The joints are all red.

Tao Fengche's heart ached when he saw it, he quickly winked at the servant, motioned him to bring the hot water bottle over, picked up the bowl again, and filled a bowl full of porridge for Sui Yuesheng.

The porridge on the dining table was just brought out from the kitchen. The porcelain bowl conducts heat quickly, and the steam is dense. Just looking at it with the moonlight makes your fingertips feel hot, but Tao Fengche seems to have lost consciousness. Hastily placed the bowl in front of his seat, and greeted him again.

"Brother, sit down and drink porridge."

He was so eager to feed him with a spoon.

Sui Yuesheng's heart softened, and he accepted Tao Fengche's favor. After sitting down, he took a spoon and put it into Tao Fengche's bowl: "You eat too."

After speaking, he scraped a layer on the surface with a spoon, and put it into his mouth after blowing a few mouthfuls.

The porridge cooked by Tao’s chef is very different from those sold outside. The ingredients are all fresh from the farm. The stewed porridge is fragrant, thick and thick—all kinds of beans and grains are boiled and peeled. The chestnuts are soft, the cored lotus seeds are soft and waxy, the raisins become plump after absorbing water, and the rest of the dried fruits are also stewed fragrant and glutinous. Sometimes you can eat crispy cashew kernels, which are very rich in taste.

The chef added lye water to the porridge, which made the porridge very sticky in the mouth. After one bite, the warmth slipped from the tip of the tongue into the esophagus, and then flowed into the stomach, dispelling the winter chill.

There are two kinds of Laba porridge, salty and sweet. The salty one should be filled with lard residue. Tao Fengche has eaten it once and thinks the taste is not bad.Last night, he wanted the kitchen to make a salty dish for Sui Yuesheng to try, but he remembered that Sui Yuesheng was fond of sweets, so he changed his mind and ordered the kitchen to put more rock sugar.

...But he really didn't expect that the kitchen would put so much sugar.

Tao Fengche just took two sips and felt his throat was greasy, but when he turned his head, he found that Sui Yue was satisfied with eating raw, and swallowed all the words he wanted to say—forget it, as long as his brother likes to eat.

Thinking so, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

The chef is very traditional. Although the food is for the host family, Laba porridge is somewhat different from the eight-treasure porridge that is occasionally made on weekdays. It can be called a luxurious top-end version, and it is only made on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

The Tao family has always respected the little hobbies of the chefs, and the people in power in the family are not people with heavy appetites, and they have never asked to eat Laba porridge at other times.

Therefore, the last time Sui Yuesheng tasted this taste was already ten years ago.

The familiar taste bloomed on the taste buds, gradually awakening the sealed memory, Sui Yuesheng unknowingly drank the porridge in the bowl, and even added another half of the bowl, slowly scooping it with a white porcelain spoon drink.

But he didn't even move the dish of Laba garlic next to the porridge bowl, which is also a seasonal food.

Sui Yuesheng is a foreigner, and has always disliked strong seasonings such as onion, ginger, and garlic, but Tao Fengche neither dislikes nor likes them. For the sake of the festival, he will eat a few mouthfuls.

Laba garlic is made by the chef who picks the best purple garlic and soaks it in rice vinegar. It's actually pretty good.

But Sui Yuesheng really couldn't accept this taste.Tao Fengche begged Sui Yuesheng to taste it when he was young, and he still remembers Sui Yuesheng's disgusted expression, almost nauseated.

It was rare for Tao Zhixing to eat with them that day, so his expression immediately darkened.He was concerned about Tao Fengche's face, so he didn't get angry at the dinner table, and called Tao Fengche to the study after the meal, and explained to him the truth of not doing to others what you would not do to others.

"But I think Laba garlic is delicious." Tao Fengche was sobbing and defended himself, "I just want my brother to taste it too."

"But brother doesn't like it." Tao Zhixing slowed down his tone, "So even if you like it very much, you can't force brother to accept it."

Tao Fengche nodded half-understood, with tears in his eyes, he ran to the bedroom aggrieved, and found Sui Yuesheng who was frantically brushing his teeth.

He muttered for a while, then handed the mouthwash hidden behind his back to Sui Yuesheng: "Brother, I know I was wrong."

Sui Yuesheng rolled his eyes viciously, spit out the foam in his mouth, rinsed his mouth carefully several times, until the smell in his mouth finally dissipated, and then wrung the little crying bag's face hard, in exchange for Tao Fengche sobbed, and this was the end of the matter.

Today, Sui Yuesheng has seldom expressed his likes and dislikes towards things on the public face, and even the researchers would sigh in private, saying that Mr. Sui's mind is really elusive, which makes people feel full of distance.

But at this time, Tao Fengche saw Sui Yuesheng's disdain for Laba Suan, but felt that Sui Yuesheng was still the same as when they first met.

The stars change, everything changes... But Sui Yuesheng has never changed.

Thinking of this, Tao Fengche changed the direction of the chopsticks that had been stretched towards the Laba garlic, and instead stretched towards the honey sauce ribs next door - Sui Yuesheng doesn't like the smell of garlic, if he ate this garlic, he would probably die today. Don't even try to kiss him.

Sui Yuesheng didn't know what strange things were going on in Tao Fengche's mind, so he sipped his porridge and picked up two chopsticks from time to time, very relaxed and leisurely.

"Brother." Tao Fengche asked suddenly, "Do you like Laba porridge very much?"

Sui Yuesheng was stunned for a moment, chewed a few times and swallowed what was in his mouth before saying: "It's okay."

His tone was ordinary, and his face was expressionless, but Tao Fengche knew in his heart that with Sui Yue's awkward temper, this meant liking him.

"Then wait until this time next year, and I'll make it for brother?" Tao Fengche said casually, stirring the porridge in his bowl.

His tone was flat, it seemed that he just mentioned it casually, but in fact he wanted to ask Sui Yuesheng for a promise - can we celebrate the festival together next year?

This is a very simple question, and Sui Yuesheng also heard the secret expectation of the young alpha, but he didn't nod to answer it right away.

He was startled, and looked at Tao Fengche with surprise in his eyes - it wasn't that he didn't want to promise Tao Fengche a future, it was really...

Tao Fengche is a young master who stretches out his clothes and opens his hands to eat, except when he boils milk for Sui Yuesheng, he can count on one hand the number of times he has been in the kitchen in his life. This culinary skill...

Sui Yuesheng didn't know what to do, but at this time, he questioned whether the food Tao Fengche made could be eaten, which would spoil the atmosphere, and he really didn't have the heart to discourage Tao Fengche's enthusiasm...

After struggling violently for a while, Sui Yuesheng nodded slowly and said a good word.

Wait until next year's Laba, let Xu Bo buy an antidiarrheal medicine in advance.

Sui Yuesheng thought without expectation.