Four Seasons Three Meals

After the National Day, the temperature in Jiangcheng plummeted.

There is no collective heating in the south. Jiang Huai didn't check the weather forecast when he went out. He only wore a thin sweater and kept breathing to warm his hands in the cold office.

Cong Shan called him, and before he could speak, he sneezed loudly.

Cong Shan frowned on the other end of the phone and asked him, "How many clothes did you wear today?"

Jiang Huai sniffed and spoke in a low voice: "A sweater."

Cong Shan didn't speak, but frowned even tighter. The two chatted for a few words before hanging up the phone.

At noon, the senior sister knocked on his door and said, "Someone is looking for you."

Jiang Huai rubbed his hands to look at the file in front of him, without raising his head: "Who is it?"

"I."

Jiang Huai raised his head abruptly.

Cong Shan stood at the door with a thick coat on his arm, frowning at him with a serious expression.

Jiang Huai looked at him, couldn't hold back, and sneezed again.

Cong Shan came over, picked up the coat on his arm, and put it on for him.

Jiang Huai followed his movements, stretching his hands and feet, looking like a gibbon.

The senior sister was amazed.

Cong Shan buttoned the button for him, Jiang Huai looked at the senior sister, a little unnaturally, and twisted his body.

Cong Shan held his wrist and said, "Don't make trouble."

Jiang Huai touched the tip of his nose and asked him, "Why are you here?"

Cong Shan took a look at him and said, "Because there is a kid who forgot that he had a cold, so he dared to go out wearing only a sweater when he went out in the morning without checking the weather forecast."

Jiang Huai's voice was a little softer, and he said, "Sending clothes...will it delay your work?"

Cong Shan buttoned up the buttons, straightened his collar for him, and said mercilessly, "Yes."

Jiang Huai felt that he was a sinner through the ages.

After a while, he said submissively: "Actually, you don't have to come here...how troublesome..."

Cong Shan glanced at him with raised eyebrows, and asked him, "Is there a next time?"

Jiang Huai immediately said, "Don't dare."

Cong Shan said, "Then what are you going to do when you go out?"

Jiang Huai replied honestly: "Look at the weather forecast."

The senior sister felt that she was a little redundant.

The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of wolfberries and honey, Cong Shan's eyebrows softened, he reached out to stroke Jiang Huai's hair, and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

Jiang Huai tucked his hands into his wide sleeves, put his arms around Cong Shan's shoulders, and rubbed his cheeks affectionately against the hollow of his neck.

The senior sister turned around angrily, and did not forget to close the office door for them before leaving.

Cong Shan asked Jiang Huai, "Have you had lunch yet?"

Jiang Huai shook his head.

Cong Shan asked: "How long is your lunch break?"

Jiang Huai said, "Two hours."

Cong Shan took his hand, led him to stand up, and said, "Come on, I'll take you to lunch."

Jiang Huai only got better when he had a cold, so the restaurant Cong Shan chose was near the law firm, and he took him to drink health-preserving soup.

Cong Shan ordered a tea tree mushroom stewed chicken soup, a lily pumpkin porridge, a tiger skin chicken feet, and a fish in golden soup with pickled cabbage.

The waiter asked, "Do you have any taboos, sir?"

Cong Shan said: "Don't put chili and pepper, and put less salt and soy sauce."

The waiter nodded and said yes, wrote it down in a small notebook, and asked them: "Apart from these, do you need anything else?"

Cong Shan handed the menu to Jiang Huai: "Huaibao, take a look."

Jiang Huai took it, turned sideways on purpose, erected the menu to block Cong Shan's view, pointed to a dish of Sichuan-flavored spicy chicken, and whispered, "Add this."

The waiter said yes, and wrote it in a small notebook, and Jiang Huai closed the menu with satisfaction.

Cong Shan suddenly said: "I'll look at the order menu."

The waiter handed him the little book.

With a guilty conscience, Jiang Huai lowered his head to drink water, not daring to look at the mountains.

Sure enough, the next moment, he heard Cong Shan say, "Remove the spicy chicken and replace it with preserved ginger eggs."

The waiter nodded, took the notebook and went to the back kitchen to place an order.

Cong Shan looked at Jiang Huai, and called him in a neutral voice: "Huaibao..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Huai said, "I was wrong."

Cong Shan asked: "Where is the mistake?"

"The fault is that I just want to eat spicy chicken when I have a cold." Jiang Huai bit his lower lip and looked at Cong Shan pitifully. I add sugar."

"I know," Cong Shan coaxed him a little helplessly, "but you just have a cold, and spicy and salty food is not good for your throat."

Jiang Huai looked at him, his eyes were moist, and he wanted to cry.

He found that Cong Shan liked soft things rather than hard things, and he preferred him to act like a baby, and the trick of pretending to cry was tried and tested time and time again.

Cong Shan had nothing to do with him, and said, "I'll cook something delicious for you on weekends."

Jiang Huai blinked and asked, "What are you doing?"

Cong Shan said, "You can eat whatever you want."

Jiang Huai opened his mouth loudly: "Then I want a full banquet."

Cong Shan pinched his cheek and nodded in response.

Jiang Huai was whimsical, and said: "Then I still want to eat the mooncakes from Yutu."

Cong Shan laughed at his greediness, and said, "Huai Bao, a man should be courteous and reciprocal."

Jiang Huai said generously: "What do you want to eat? As long as there is a recipe, I can make it."

Cong Shan smiled and said in a low voice: "I just want to eat Huai Bao, will you give it?"

Jiang Huai blushed and did not speak.

Cong Shan asked: "Will you give it?"

There was a lot of noise all around, and there was a table of gold-collar workers sitting next to them. They chatted in Chinese and English, and there were millions of people at every turn. They settled down in a corner, flirting quietly.

Jiang Huai glanced at him, nodded slightly, looked at the tea in the water glass with a blushing face, and stopped clamoring for something delicious.

The dishes were served quickly, the waiter put the soup cup between the two of them, Cong Shan scooped a bowl for him, Jiang Huai held it in his hand, and sipped it.

The chicken soup is refreshing and sweet, mixed with the aroma of red dates, the chicken is tender, and the tea tree mushroom is crisp and delicious.

Cong Shan picked out the bones of the fish and put the belly of the fish into Jiang Huai's plate. Jiang Huai picked it up with chopsticks and fed it into his mouth, squinting his eyes in satisfaction.

The fish meat is firm and smooth, it breaks when you eat it, and it is extremely tender.The taste of sauerkraut is obvious but not overwhelming, the size is right, the texture is soft and not dry, and the rich soup can burst out after one bite.The color of the golden soup is viscous and bright, the tomato pieces are soft and juicy, the mouth is full of sourness and refreshing, and the aftertaste is endless.

Jiang Huai heard someone chatting at the next table about the cooperation between the Cong family and the Qin family.

"If the Cong family can really cooperate with the Qin family, the stock price will definitely rise."

"I'm going to stay up all night watching the market again."

"What are you working so hard for? The young master of the Cong family didn't say anything..."

"The eldest young master is not only hardworking? This is a crisis. If you continue to eat like this and wait to die, you will probably be kicked out of the group by the old man..."

Jiang Huai raised his eyes and looked at Cong Shan quietly. He looked as usual and was concentrating on picking fishbone.

Jiang Huai wasn't sure if Cong Shan had heard it, but while hesitating, he heard Cong Shan say, "Huaibao, the tiger skin and chicken feet here are also delicious, try it."

Jiang Huai obeyed, picked up one, and took a sip.

The skin of the chicken feet is crispy and the meat is tender, the color is full, and the palm is thick.Because it is stewed in brine in advance, the flavors of pepper, cinnamon, and star anise are ingeniously blended, and then the aroma is stimulated by the pouring hot oil, overlapping and blooming between the taste buds. The honey is slightly sweet and fresh, and the texture is thick, crisp, tender and delicious.

He took another bite of the porridge, satisfied, looked at Cong Shan and sighed: "This store is near the law firm, but I didn't find it. I feel like I missed a hundred million."

Cong Shan smiled: "You could have found out a few months earlier."

There was something in his words, Jiang Huai asked: "What's going on?"

Cong Shan picked up a piece of preserved ginger egg and reminded him: "The second blind date arranged by Shang Chen."

Jiang Huai tilted his head to recall.

It seemed that it was still summer. He returned to Jiangcheng from Huaigang, cleaned up the mess for Li Xinxin, stood on the side of the road waiting for the bus after get off work, and ran into Congshan who happened to be passing by.

He said: "I originally made an appointment with someone to eat nearby, but the other party has something to do, so I missed the appointment."

He took Jiang Huai to Tianguang Market, invited him to eat Spike Potatoes and Pumpkin Cup, took him to watch "Beautiful Colors and Meals", and set up a lantern with him.

That night was the beginning of Jiang Huai's heartbeat.

"It turned out to be so."

Jiang Huai laughed, feeling the wonder of fate.

After going around, I still met him.

Cong Shan said: "I'm more curious about one thing. I wonder if Huai Bao can explain it to me?"

"what?"

"What wish did Huaibao make to the big banyan tree?"

He still broods over the matter.

Jiang Huai smiled, half truth half false.

"I made a wish to meet a big local tycoon who would let me eat and drink for free, buy me a house, a car, five social insurances and one housing fund, take me out for travel every year, and not worry about breaking up."

Cong Shan raised his eyebrows and looked at him with folded arms.

"I didn't expect to meet the young master of the Cong family." Jiang Huai blinked and said teasingly, "I really got what I wanted."

Cong Shan reached out and stroked his hair.

Jiang Huai squinted and rubbed lightly, like a lazy cat.

He asked Cong Shan: "What about you?"

"What am I?"

"We put up lanterns," Jiang Huai said, "What wish did you make?"

Cong Shan said, "Would you like Huai Bao to guess?"

"Is there any reward for guessing correctly?"

Cong Shan smiled: "What do you want?"

Jiang Huai tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "I'll tell you later."

Cong Shan nodded yes.

Jiang Huai guessed: "The family is healthy?"

Cong Shan shook his head and said, "No."

Jiang Huai guessed again: "Then... world peace?"

Cong Shan shook his head again and said, "This topic is too big and beyond my capabilities."

Jiang Huai understood that Cong Shan was rational and did not pin his hopes on the illusory gods' prayers.

He felt that it was difficult, and said casually: "Then...you will get what you want."

Cong Shan nodded and said, "Huaibao is really smart."

Jiang Huai was a little surprised, but also a little puzzled.

Cong Shan explained: "Most of the things in the world cannot be obtained after asking for them."

"Cong Yun longs for love, but is always betrayed by men; Cong Yue longs for wealth, but is not recognized by his grandfather."

Jiang Huai asked: "Then what about you?"

Cong Shan smiled: "I want to be with Huai Bao for a long time, will Huai Bao agree?"

Jiang Huai shook his head and said seriously, "I'm talking about you."

"You always forget yourself."

Cong Shan didn't speak, took a sip of water, and looked at Jiang Huai.

Jiang Huai thought of the "Peace and Joy" he wrote. They are the same kind of people.

After a long time, Cong Shan spoke.

"It's not that I have great love in my heart, it's just that I am limited by others," Cong Shan said, "If they repay their love, I can also be chic and happy."

Jiang Huai thought about it, and it was true.

Cong Shan endured again and again, but he just didn't care.

Jiang Huai said: "In this case, I want a reward."

Cong Shan said: "What?"

Jiang Huai said seriously: "You can do what you want."

Cong Shan smiled: "Huaibao, if I'm just a quack doctor, how can I take you around the world and buy five insurances and one housing fund?"

Jiang Huai thought for a while, feeling a little heartbroken, and said, "It's okay, I can work hard, and I can eat less, two meals a day, I'm fine."

Cong Shan was amused by him and pinched his cheek.

"Huaibao," Cong Shan looked into his eyes and said seriously, "If it was someone else, I wouldn't be satisfied with Xiangche Mansion."

He didn't say a word for the second half, but Jiang Huai understood.

"If it were you, three meals in four seasons would be enough."