Four Seasons Three Meals

The boss has a weird temper. There is no menu in the restaurant. You can pick what you want to eat from the farmland. The dishes you make are all based on the chef's mood.

The two took two large metal buckets at the front desk, squatted in the shed, picked vegetables and chatted.

Jiang Huai asked Cong Shan: "What kind of food have you ever eaten?"

Cong Shan said: "Stir-fried lettuce, lotus root with garlic and tofu soup with green vegetables."

Jiang Huai sighed: "Then you are lucky, you can eat the chef's real craftsmanship."

The simpler the dish, the more the test of cooking skills. Too much spice will cover up the taste of the food itself. Jiang Huai understands this truth.

Sometimes, the probability of eating a famous dish is lower than winning the lottery.The owner of this store knows how to operate and can make gimmicks, and there are many gourmets, who come here admiringly.

Cong Shan said: "This chef's specialty is celery and cashew nuts. If Huaibao gets it, I'll go buy a lottery ticket today, and I won't worry about eating and drinking for the rest of my life."

Jiang Huai said: "I believe that everything depends on human effort."

As he spoke, he poured all the potatoes and sweet potatoes in the bucket into the bucket in Congshan, turned around, picked up the celery in his hands, and stuffed the iron bucket to the brim.

Cong Shan suppressed a smile and asked him: "Huaibao, what do you want me to eat when you do this?"

Jiang Huai answered fluently: "Full Han banquet."

Pointing to the potatoes, he said: "This is a golden melon." Pointing to a sweet potato, he said: "This is a rouge fruit." He patted Cong Shan on the shoulder and said nonsense solemnly: "It's all what Queen Mother Xi ate in Huaben. You're lucky."

Cong Shan couldn't help laughing, and was amused by his hooligan behavior.

Without apology, Jiang Huai grabbed the handle of the thin iron bucket with both hands, took a deep breath, and lifted it up with all his strength, to harm another row of celery.

Cong Shan was frightened, but also afraid that he would flinch, and said, "Popeye, stop for me."

Jiang Huai was thinking of celery and cashew nuts in his heart, so he had no time to talk to him, blushed, and staggered away.

The waiter took the iron bucket for them, put the number plate on it and sent it to the kitchen.They sat in the gazebo, drinking soda leisurely, and the noon sun shone on the honeysuckle hanging from the gazebo. The faint brilliance was like a gilded curtain.

The raccoon cat raised in the restaurant rubbed against Jiang Huai's feet. Jiang Huai squatted down, stretched out his hand to smooth its fur, folded a piece of dog's tail grass to tease it, carefully looked at its color, and smiled unconsciously on his face.

Cong Shan was looking at him.

His hair is long, tied up, and short at the back of his head, like a rabbit's tail. A few strands of soft hair hang down on his cheeks, reflecting his delicate eyebrows and fair complexion, making him look radiant and charming. Radiates a peaceful glow.

Cong Shan thought, he had never seen Jiang Huai ask for anything from him, a small civet cat could make Jiang Huai happy for a long time.His only greed is to satisfy his oral desires, to please with a touch of knowledge and taste, and not to embarrass others or himself.

After all, Jiang Huai is a sensitive and delicate person.

Thinking of this, Cong Shan deliberately said: "Huaibao, I have a gift for you."

Jiang Huai looked up at him, a little surprised and curious.He was holding a piece of dogtail grass in his hand, and the fluffy grass stem moved with his turn, just as he was about to speak, the next second, a shadow of a flower rushed towards him.

Unprepared, Jiang Huai fell to the ground and subconsciously reached out to catch it, but in the blink of an eye, several bloody cuts were caught on his arm, which was burning and painful.

The raccoon cat jumped into his arms, grabbed the swaying dog's tail grass, jumped off, landed on the ground, and ran away proudly.

Cong Shan frowned, supported his forearm, examined the wound carefully, and said, "I'll take you to get the vaccine."

Jiang Huai was a little bit reluctant to part with the lunch that was about to arrive, but he observed Cong Shan's complexion, so he didn't object and followed him into the car.

Cong Shan took him to the nearest hospital, registered and paid the fee, and returned to the consulting room to find that the nurse was giving Jiang Huai an injection.

The slender needle pierced into the blue blood vessel, Jiang Huai pursed his lips, nervously watching the medicine advance slowly.

He was like a frightened rabbit, sitting motionless on the chair, so obedient.Cong Shan watched and felt a little relaxed.

After the injection, the wound had to be disinfected. The nurse's hands were heavy, and cotton soaked in hydrogen peroxide was pressed on the wound. Jiang Huai flinched quietly.

Cong Shan saw it and said to the nurse, "Let me clean his wound."

The nurse looked at him dubiously, Cong Shan took out his medical license and said, "I am a doctor."

The nurse nodded, put the tweezers on the tray, and left with a stack of bills.

Cong Shan sat in front of him, gently raised Jiang Huai's arm, picked up a piece of cotton with tweezers, dipped it in the potion, and spread it evenly on the scratch.

Cong Shan's movements were gentle, Jiang Huai glanced at him and found that Cong Shan was also looking at him, neither of them spoke.

With a guilty conscience, Jiang Huai awkwardly started a topic: "That raccoon cat...is a bit lively."

Cong Shan put down the tweezers, tore off the gauze, stuck it on the wound, and said straight to the point: "Huaibao, why don't you hide?"

Jiang Huai pursed his lips and did not speak.What else is there to say?Cong Shan already understood the reason, and just wanted to hear it from him.

Cong Shan said: "What does it matter if you hit me? I was lucky this time and only scratched my arm. What if I scratch my eye next time?"

Jiang Huai said, "That's just...my subconscious reaction."

Cong Shan raised his eyebrows, exposing his lie: "Isn't the subconscious reaction to avoid? Huaibao, why are you standing in front of me?"

Jiang Huai couldn't speak, his face turned red with embarrassment when he said something central to him.

The depression in Cong Shan's heart dissipated, and he was a little happy again.He stayed out of the matter with a wonderful third-person perspective, and found that they really liked each other, and even the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages could be abandoned.

This kind of irrationality will not be annoying, but instead brings the hope of being with you for a lifetime.

Cong Shan leaned forward, kissed his eyebrows, and said, "Huaibao, you can move here and live with me, okay?"

They progressed too fast, and the relationship was too smooth, Jiang Huai refused to agree easily.

Cong Shan looked at his expression and said in a persuasive manner, "You move here, I can take care of you, Cheng Yusheng can also play with you."

Jiang Huai was a little moved, but still didn't respond.

He lowered his head, the broken hair on his cheeks hung down, Cong Shan reached out and gently put it behind his ears for him.

Jiang Huai looked at Cong Shan quietly, his expression was serious, without a trace of frivolity.

After a while, Jiang Huai nodded slightly and said, "I want to eat celery and cashew nuts tonight."

Cong Shan smiled lightly, bowed his head and kissed his heart.

Jiang Huai's face was hot, and the red cloud lingered for a long time.

Cong Shan said, "We'll go to the vegetable market later."

These words were too smoky, even if Jiang Huai was an expert who had attained Taoism and immortality, he couldn't help but fell down from the Immortal Palace.

But he was so happy that he couldn't say a word. He blushed and responded with a soft "hmm".