Shield of Rebirth

After Zhou Chen made up his mind and started to take action, and after accepting Ennis' kindness, the depression of being forcibly controlled by Ling Feng in the Ling Mansion before has gradually dissipated.

The impetuous mood also stabilized again.

Boredom and impetuosity come from the unknown, because you can't see the way forward. Once you have made up your mind and planned the future, you will be stable.

After a few days, Zhou Chen also gradually figured out the 'bottom line' of what Ling Feng was doing.

He can leave Ling's residence, but he must be followed by Ling Feng's people, and they must follow him every step of the way.

You can do anything, but you just can't disappear under Ling Feng's control.

...It is said that this is the case.However, how can many things be as people think?He didn't believe it, if he went out to hang out with women and ended his virginity, Ling Feng wouldn't care?

Even though Ling Feng's behavior in the past few days has been "looking" as if he was more responsible, but he has never concealed his intentions towards Zhou Chen.

After a few days, Ling Feng's injury has almost healed, and the plaster has been removed. Although the left arm is still not suitable for strenuous exercise, for Ling Feng who is right-handed, the left arm will not have any strenuous activities. I don't care about it either.

Over the past few days, his mood full of worries about gains and losses has gradually settled down, and the inconvenience on his body has been healed.

At this moment, he began to seriously consider how to move the heart of his sweetheart.

No matter from the analysis of the previous investigation data, or from the analysis of getting along with his youngest son during that time, Ling Feng has already been able to fully understand what kind of person he has in mind.

Typically, whoever treats him well, he can't bear to treat that person badly, and longs for love and warmth without barriers, and even lacks love.

These are all determined from his previous growth experience. While Ling Feng is happy to have found a weakness, he can't help but feel guilty.

He had already recognized what was in his heart and knew what he wanted.

What his youngest son lacks is what he wants to give him in the future.

Moreover, although his youngest son is soft-hearted, he is not a person who thinks that everyone is a good person. At least for now, he may not be classified as a good person by his youngest son.

This made him like him even more, and it also added a little bit of peace of mind, at least he didn't have to worry about abducting someone with some specious kindness. You know, his youngest son is actually quite defensive.

Ling Feng was full of joy in his heart, but he didn't show it easily on his face. He carefully cut up shallots and coriander with a knife, wanting to surprise Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen is Zhou Chen, and Ling Feng doesn't mind Ling Tian's name change. It has nothing to do with whether he pays attention to it or not. Ling Feng thinks that Zhou Chen himself is happy.

Anyway, the name Ling Tian was not chosen by him, and it didn't carry the meaning of the so-called parental blessing, it was just a symbol of a woman with ulterior motives.

It's just that this name is different because it belongs to that person, which makes Ling Feng feel a little cherished. The name Ling Tian, ​​even if Zhou Chen abandons it, is still a very special memory in Ling Feng's heart.

Watching the sweet potato flour boiled in the pot gradually cooked, Ling Feng himself could not believe that one day he would come into the kitchen, and what he was cooking was not some delicate steak or a big meal, but It's a small bowl of hot and sour noodles, and I'm willing to, enjoy it, and be full of joy.

Ling Feng's every move seemed very calm. Although he was not proficient enough to become instinctive, there was no sign of bluntness or rustiness at all. Obviously this was not the first time or the second time.

He still remembers that at the beginning, he didn't really like the so-called hot and sour noodles. He just went through all the memories of getting along with his youngest son. I'm afraid this is the only one that can clearly represent his preference that he expressed in front of his eyes. Even casually.

When he began to think about the taste of that sip, his mood was far from the relaxed, joyful and slightly apprehensive mood he was in now, but a gloomy and depressing one. The hot and sour taste suddenly overwhelmed him. All the delicious food became clear in his memory.

What he knows about his youngest son's preferences is actually more than a bowl of hot and sour noodles, and he will make more than this one after thinking about it, but this is the only one of the few common memories the two of them have. Zhou Chen still likes it, so he feels even more different.

In fact, the taste of a bowl of hot and sour noodles is really different. When he first asked the chef at home to make it, although the taste was exquisite and delicious, the hot and sour noodles were all controlled within a certain limit. He admitted that if special factors were removed, Maybe the hot and sour noodles made by the chef that night were more delicious than the one he ate but was caught that day, but it was not the taste he wanted.

During that time, he visited many places in the city, and even later, he took the opportunity to go to the place where his youngest son used to live, to find the taste in his memory, to go with hope, and then to have a bite , The feeling of being disappointed and returning home is gone in the end, leaving only a slight numbness and sense of loss.

It wasn't until the chef at home asked him, according to the arrangement and increase or decrease of things in the kitchen that day, and according to his memory, and finally after many attempts, that he discovered the specificity of this very simple hot and sour powder. practice.

When he tasted that taste again, he even thought he was back at that time again. After he took a bite, a person wearing an apron would come out of the kitchen. After eating, that person still didn't show up.

After eating it, he was not satisfied again. One day, he suddenly wanted to learn it by himself, thinking that one day, maybe he could bring out a bowl of hot and sour noodles made by himself, and then invite that person to eat, and then eat it. Then, maybe you can see his shocked expression.

Focusing on reminiscing about the past, seeing that it was getting better, he heard the sound of footsteps going down the stairs without accident, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and his actions became more agile.

Perhaps today, his once impulsive whim can be realized.

Zhou Chen walked down the stairs. Although he woke up in the morning and did not see Ling Feng as usual, he was a little surprised, but he didn't take it to heart immediately.

After a simple grooming, as usual for the past few days, he picked up a book he was reading and wanted to find a place to nest up to read it, just waiting for the servant to inform him that it was time to eat.

Although he is no longer a literary boy, he has a different feeling about reading. Anyway, he only has to wait for the development of things, and then wait for a result. It is better to read some interesting books to pass the time. It's good to be silent with Ling Feng.

It's just that before he went out, he found that the chef who usually worked in the kitchen was waiting outside the kitchen at this time, and the smell from the open door of the kitchen was quite familiar.

Zhou Chen hesitated for a while, and decided to follow his curiosity, put the book on the table casually, and planned to satisfy his curiosity.

Walking to the door of the kitchen, when he was about to ask the chef, he saw the figure who was busy in the kitchen. For a while, Zhou Chen was a little stunned.

...I really didn't expect that the person in the kitchen, who didn't look like a chef even though he was wearing an apron, and looked at the fire with a serious look, as if he was doing something serious, was indeed Ling Feng!

Ling Feng could tell who was coming just by the sound of footsteps. He raised his head and said to Zhou Chen, "It will be ready soon, wait another 2 minutes."

Sitting at the table, looking at the hot and sour noodles in front of him, Zhou Chen didn't move his chopsticks, but remained silent.

Ling Feng looked at it, but pretended not to know, handed the chopsticks in front of Zhou Chen, and said casually, "Try it, I've tried it many times, and this taste is the closest."

Although Ling Feng's tone was as steady as ever, and even his eyes showed no expectation or showing weakness, Zhou Chen was really not the kind of person who would throw the table and leave under such circumstances.

He silently took the chopsticks, picked them up and took a sip, um, it really tasted like the bowl he made that night, he really didn't want to say it, but that day, because his mouth had no taste, the sour and spicy tastes were worse than He usually does more.

Do you want to copy this too?In fact, he was not so heavy in the morning.

But looking at the bowl of hot and sour noodles that was exactly like him on the other side of the table, Ling Feng, who seemed to eat very ordinary food, was so rare that Zhou Chen didn't want to talk about it.

After taking a few mouthfuls, I still felt that the taste was a bit heavy. I picked up the cup at hand, warmed it neither hot nor cold, took a sip, thought it was white water or fruit juice, but it was honey tea, and I was a little stunned. up.

What he likes to drink the most is not red wine, fruit juice, or plain water, but this kind of honey tea with a little sweetness in the tea.

However, this is definitely not the cheap honey tea he used to drink, but the taste is quite similar.

Combined with the hot and sour noodles made by Ling Feng himself, this honey tea must have been specially prepared for him.

All of a sudden, all kinds of complicated thoughts came to my mind, and I suddenly felt that there was not only a heavy hot and sour powder, but also a slightly sweet honey tea that revealed the fragrance of tea. belongs to.

I buried my head, didn't say anything, mechanically ate hot and sour noodles, and occasionally drank honey tea, my eyes felt a little sour, but in the end it was still clear.

Although Ling Feng was eating by himself, he kept secretly observing Zhou Chen's expression, seeing that he knew his intentions and didn't refuse, he was actually very happy in his heart.

I always feel that the uneasiness and emptiness that have always existed in my heart have slightly dissipated.