Crossflow

Tao Fengche actually wanted to cook the milk himself at first, after all it was related to Yuesheng, he was not very willing to borrow others' hands.

When he first stepped into the kitchen door, although the chefs were a little surprised, they only thought he was coming early after school to urge dinner. Unexpectedly, Tao Fengche immediately asked them to give up a slightly vacant stove.

"Ah? Good young master." Everyone looked at each other. Although they didn't know what Tao Fengche was going to do, they still quickly made room for him.

Immediately afterwards, the chefs hired by the Tao family with high salaries from all over the world watched Tao Fengche pick up a pot.

The chefs were dumbfounded, and their expressions looked as if they had encountered some scourge.

What is this for?Haven't heard that the young master can cook?They exchanged glances knowingly.

Tao Fengche really doesn't know how to cook.In fact, it was his first time cooking.Although he only read the recipes in advance and never practiced them, Tao Fengche was inexplicably confident.

After all, hot milk doesn't sound too difficult, not to mention...he actually drank it a lot when he was young.

Too much time has passed, and many memories of childhood seem to be vaguely remembered through a hazy veil.But most of the time, what they lack is just a clue. With an introduction, the dusty memory will soon come to light.

At noon today, as soon as Yan Yi uttered the word "hot milk", Tao Fengche remembered that when he was young, Tao Zhixing would ask the kitchen to heat a cup of milk for him every night in order to grow taller. , Waiting until he was in middle school, the milk slowly stopped.

And in Tao Fengche's impression, there is indeed a saying that children sleep lightly and sleep more peacefully after drinking milk.

Under Tao Zhixing's instructions, after Sui Yuesheng came to Tao's house, all food, clothing, housing and transportation were in accordance with Tao Fengche's standards, and the glass of milk before going to bed every night naturally continued. In order to facilitate the distinction, Xu Song also specially found two Cups of different colors come out.

Pulling out the radish and bringing out the mud, Tao Fengche recalled a small incident that happened in mid-December of that year.

Children always feel that rice in other people's bowls is more delicious, and the glass of milk born with the moon is simply a rare delicacy in Tao Fengche's heart.

Out of curiosity, Tao Fengche slipped into the kitchen one night and tasted the glass of milk that belonged to Sui Yuesheng.

He had a guilty conscience, took advantage of the time when the chefs were changing shifts, sneaked in, fished out a white porcelain spoon from the disinfection cabinet, then carefully put the spoon into his mouth, and spit it out as soon as he took it come out.

——It's too sweet, it makes my throat sore, like eating a big bowl of maple syrup, it's so sweet that my stomach feels a little nauseous.

This is totally different from what he imagined!

Tao Fengche was on the point of crying because he never knew that "sweet" could be an extremely lethal biochemical weapon.The crying young master slapped his slippers and ran to find Xu Song, asking Uncle Xu if you wanted to murder your brother.

"Did my brother run out of money after he came to the house? I can eat less." Xiao Kuibao burst into tears.

Xu Song didn't know whether to laugh or cry, squatted down and looked at Xiao Douding, and explained: "Young master, you misunderstood. Following the young master, he is more fond of sweets. I have observed the amount of sugar he adds to breakfast, and this is really his preferred flavor."

"Everyone has his or her favorite turnip and green vegetables, and everyone's taste is different."

Tao Fengche nodded ignorantly, recalling a few times when he had bread and milk for breakfast, his elder brother really added sugar too much; he had asked Tao Zhixing's coffee beans before to ask Sui Yuesheng if he would drink it, and his elder brother also had an expressionless expression on his face. Thank you for being insensitive.

He reluctantly accepted Xu Song's explanation, and after Tao Zhixing came home, he went to ask again. Tao Zhixing said, "Sugar is more expensive in my brother's country, and it's not a necessity of life. My brother used to buy sugar." The conditions at home are not good, so it is not often available.”

But my brother is very generous.Tao Fengche tilted his head in confusion.He and Yuesheng buy half of the snacks at home now, but Tao Zhixing has always felt that snacks are not good for his health, so he is not allowed to eat more, so the total amount is actually not much.

Every time he ate his share and looked eagerly at Sui Yuesheng, his brother would always give him a share.

...Although my brother would just roll his eyes.

In contrast, my elder brother is much more generous than those classmates in his elementary school. The latter would only ask him to buy snacks for them in the canteen, and would only take him to play for a while after buying, and would never talk to him. He shares food.

How could such a generous elder brother have a "bad family background"?Dad must be lying.The little Tao Fengche thought so.

But since then, he never secretly drank the milk born with the moon.

Now that I think about it... In fact, it was my brother who gave way to me, and didn't care about the children.Tao Fengche woke up from the memories, smiled and shook his head.

Tao Fengche arrived home before five o'clock today, and the kitchen hadn't started cooking yet. During the time he was deep in thought, the chefs all stood aside breathlessly, watching him silently.

... The pot has been burning on the fire, and now there is some white smoke.

Tao Fengche came back to his senses, subconsciously reached for the oil pot, and poured it in.

As soon as the hot pan and the cold oil met, the oil splashed. Several chefs who were close gasped and took a step back, but Tao Fengche's expression remained unchanged, he stood still and looked like a general.

The chefs in the room looked at each other in blank dismay, and in the end it was the master chef who was in charge of the red case who couldn't hold back anymore, mustered up the courage to ask a question: "Master, do you want to cook?"

"Huh?" Tao Fengche was a little dazed, "No, I'm heating milk."

The sound of air-conditioning in the audience became louder.

A drop of cold sweat slowly rolled down the pastry chef's forehead, and he trembled: "Master, why don't you... I'll come? You can watch from the side."

Tao Fengche was a little confused, he looked at the wok in front of him, then at the pastry chef, and asked shamelessly, "Isn't that the case? What step did I do wrong?"

"I took the wrong pot." A faint voice sounded from the crowd: "Master, this is a purple casserole for stewing soup."

Tao Fengche: "..."

He paused for a moment with the hand holding the oil pot, immediately put it on the table, and then carried it behind his back without any trace.

The stove was finally returned to its original owner, Tao Fengche dared to swear that he definitely heard several sighs full of joy.

The milk in the house was delivered from the farm early this morning. Under Tao Fengche's watchful eye, the pastry chef took it out of the refrigerator, then poured it into a milk pot and warmed it over low heat. After a while, fine bubbles appeared. .

"Master, it's alright."

Tao Fengche stared at the boiling milk pot, lost in thought for no reason: "Add a few spoonfuls of white sugar."

The cook followed his advice, added two or three spoonfuls and then stopped, while Tao Fengche frowned at the side: "Not enough."

So the chef added two more spoonfuls.

"not enough."

"Master, this..." The chef's expression was a bit hesitant, Tao Fengche simply waved his hand to signal him to get out of the way, and took the sugar bowl by himself.

He sprinkled the sugar down in fistfuls, and the cook felt terrified just looking at it.He was afraid that Tao Fengche would have no idea about these things, so after thinking about it for a while, he said, "Master, is this too sweet?"

"Would it be?" Tao Fengche tilted his head, took a white porcelain spoon to scoop up a spoonful, smacked it twice, found that the taste was similar to the one he remembered, and finally put away his hand contentedly.

As soon as he turned around, he ran into the indescribable expressions of the chefs, a little amused: "Why are you looking at me like that? He likes candy."

When he explained something, the chefs nodded half-understanding, and no one dared to rush up and ask who "he" was.

Tao Fengche didn't get a response, so he was a little puzzled, and then quickly remembered that everyone in the family had been changed, so he stopped talking.

"Warm the milk." After a while, he ordered.

Before he knew it, it was almost six o'clock, and if there were no accidents, Sui Yuesheng would be home in another hour. Tao Fengche ordered the chefs to start cooking, and turned around to go out of the kitchen to find Xu Song.

"Uncle Xu!" He called Xu Song to stop, hesitating inexplicably, "I...I made a glass of milk for my brother in the kitchen, you can bring it to him before he goes to bed."

"Do you want to follow the young master and say that you prepared it for him?"

"...Forget it, just give it to him." Tao Fengche shook his head.

What a naughty kid.Thinking so, Xu Song nodded with a smile.

At midnight, Xu Song went to the kitchen to fill milk, rejected the servant's suggestion to help, and took it to Sui Yuesheng's room by himself.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a knock on the door, and Sui Yuesheng raised his head: "Please come in."

It was rare for him to be free today, so he went to bed after washing up, and leaned against the bedside to flip through the few parenting books he bought specially.

When he saw Xu Song coming in through the door, he was obviously surprised: "Uncle Xu? What's the matter?"

At first, he thought it was Tao Fengche who finally learned how to knock on the door, who came to explore his room... Sui Yuesheng felt a subtle sense of disappointment.

"Here to bring you milk." Xu Song approached and handed him the cup in his hand.

"Why did you suddenly think of this?" Sui Yuesheng laughed.How old is this, why are you still coaxing him like a child?

Xu Song smiled without saying a word.

Seeing the expression on Xu Song's face, Sui Yuesheng suddenly had a bold guess.He reached out decisively to receive the cup in his hand and took a sip.

The milk is warm, and the sugar in it is added as if it doesn't cost money, and it tastes a little greasy.

In fact, he is not as addicted to sweets as he was when he was a teenager.But Sui Yuesheng still drank the milk in the cup slowly, and then held the cup tightly in his hand.

"Xiao Che asked you to give it, right?" It was obviously a question, but he said it firmly.

Xu Song nodded, a little helpless: "Yes, I have been staring at the kitchen for a long time, and I added sugar for a long time."

"That's why he can add white sugar to milk." Sui Yuesheng couldn't hold back for a long time, but still complained, and then handed the cup in his hand to Xu Song.

"Then I'll go first?" the latter asked.

Sui Yuesheng nodded, Xu Song walked out lightly, and slowly closed the door.

He sat quietly for a while, and then went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth after the sweetness in his mouth was gone. When he passed by the cabinet to get melatonin, he suddenly stopped for a moment, and finally slowly withdrew his hand.

Sui Yuesheng turned off the light and went to bed, and had a rare dream.

In the dream, he went back to ten years ago, Tao Fengche, who was still a little bean, held a huge marshmallow in his hand and said he wanted to treat him to eat.

He knelt down and took the candy, then kissed Tao Fengche's cheek.

It's hard to say which one tastes better, the little crying bag or the marshmallow, and it's hard to say whether it's milk that helps sleep, but Sui Yuesheng fell asleep very quickly that night. When he woke up, the upturned corners of his mouth hadn't been smoothed out for a long time.