superficial dialogue

When Xie Baijing said he could cook, Ke Jiang smiled at him: "I can cook too!"

Ke Jiang: "I can make pasta, prosciutto, hot toast, instant noodles, and I have learned baking for half a month, although I have almost forgotten it now-hey, Xiaoxie, don't take it to heart." He paused After a pause, he seemed a little embarrassed, "Xu Li is my friend, I was playing with him, talking casually. This is not disrespectful to you, right? It doesn't matter if he finds out, he wants to go to Yuantian for dinner You have to make an appointment a month in advance.”

Xie Baijing didn't show his expression, but his heart suddenly moved.He continued to eat seemingly normally, without mentioning the matter of cooking again.

Every few days is the weekend.Ke Jiang slept until ten o'clock and woke up, still a little depressed, Xu Li, who had no eyesight, laughed at him desperately, and laughed at him forcibly, the most deadly.In all fairness, Xu Li's mind is not bad, but his emotional intelligence is quite worrying. Ke Jiang didn't want to argue with him, otherwise he would mention the millions of dollars invested in the Red Wine Villa, and the money he invested for Xu Li before. , It's not like fighting back, but like asking for guilt.Ke Jiang has never cared much about these external things. Although he has many playmates, the only friends he cares about are Xu Li and Zhang Yuntian.

He threw the phone aside, thinking that he could afford enough to rest at home, thinking about going back to work in the company officially next week.Just because the deep hickey on the neck did not go away, I haven't dared to go home to see the old man. I hid a family gathering, and going home should be arranged on the schedule.With such an idea, the future plan has been arranged consciously, and Ke Jiang just got up slowly.

The aunt who is in charge of cooking hasn't arrived yet.Ke Jiang doesn't like outsiders staying at home too much, and the shorter the hourly workers and nannies can stay, the better.When he left the room, he heard the sound of aggressively chopping vegetables from the kitchen, and there was a faint aroma.

Ke Jiang: "Who?"

He got closer and saw that it was Xie Baijing.Xie Baijing was wearing the apron he used when posing for pictures, standing by the cooking table.There was a soup pot simmering on the stove, and he just finished cutting the vegetables, so he wiped the edge of the kitchen knife with a cloth, and inserted the knife into the knife holder.Hearing Ke Jiang's voice, Xie Baijing didn't raise his head: "There is breakfast on the table."

Ke Jiang was stunned: "Xiao Xie, are you cooking?"

"I'll cook a few dishes." Xie Baijing's expression remained flat, avoiding Ke Jiang's gaze, turned around and poured oil, "Mr. Ke, let's have some breakfast first."

Ke Jiang has a delicate heart, and almost immediately remembered yesterday's oolong posing incident, and Xie Baijing's saying "I can cook", immediately rolled his eyes, and asked deliberately: "Why do you remember to cook? Auntie's taste You don't like it?"

Xie Baijing: "No, I'm just..."

He was silent for a few seconds, as if thinking of words.Ke Jiang dragged his tone: "Then can I have a taste? Just one bite?"

"Yes." Xie Baijing said quickly, then hesitated, "I don't know if it suits your taste."

Ke Jiang smiled: "It must be suitable, you just do it. I will send a message to my aunt and tell her not to come today and wait for your big meal."

After notifying his aunt, he came back and leaned against the bar to watch how Xie Baijing cooked.Xie Baijing was inexplicably embarrassed by his stare, and managed to maintain his superficial composure, focusing only on the work in hand.At home, he only wears an ordinary long-sleeved T and jeans, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, which is the most common attire for young boys; and with an apron on his body, coupled with his indifferent handsome face, there is something inexplicably inconsistent. fun.Even when he was cooking, he was serious, well-organized and not flustered, and his hands were neat and unrestrained, without messing around at all. At least this shelf did not look like someone who had never been in the kitchen.He seemed to deliberately avoid the scorching gaze behind him, his eyes drooped slightly, his slender and clean fingers were either holding a knife or a spoon, and even during the interval, he didn't want to look back, only letting people behind him catch a glimpse of his sharp jawline and tightly closed lip line.

Xie Baijing himself couldn't tell whether he didn't want to or didn't dare, and he didn't want to confirm.

Ke Jiangben wanted to make fun of a few more words at the side, but lost his mind after watching.I think he had imagined Xie Baijing wearing an apron and making soup for him in the kitchen, but now it came true, and he felt his chest beating like a boy's heart.

Xie Baijing finished it quickly, put it on a plate and served it on the table.He cooked the rice earlier, and went back to the kitchen to scoop two bowls of rice onto the table.Ke Jiang had been sitting and waiting to eat, and when he saw that he was also seated, he took out a tissue and wanted to wipe the sweat off his nose.Before Xie Baijing could react, he subconsciously tilted his head, which happened to be staggered.

Ke Jiang withdrew his hand as usual: "Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Xie."

Xie Baijing rubbed his nose uncomfortably, and hummed.

Ke Jiang originally thought that although Xie Baijing could cook, his level would not be particularly good.But as soon as he ate a piece of Kung Pao Chicken, his eyes lit up: "It's delicious!"

"I don't know how to cook Western food," Xie Baijing said in a deep voice, "I can only cook some home-cooked food."

Ke Jiang raised his eyebrows.He didn't expect Xie Baijing to notice that he prefers western food.After he stayed abroad for a long time, his Chinese stomach was worn out, but the dishes cooked by Xie Baijing really appealed to him.Although the dishes are not complicated, there are no dazzling knife skills and beautiful presentation, but the taste is just right, not greasy or greasy, the recipe is homely, and there is a smell of fireworks that hotels can't make.Ke Jiang's appetite has never been heavy, and he is used to delicacies from mountains and seas with three Michelin stars. When eating out, he pays more attention to who is the chef of the environmental ingredients. Only today's meal gave him a rare appetite.He suddenly remembered: "Did you go out to buy vegetables?"

Xie Baijing hummed.He seemed to react suddenly, and said, "I heard from my assistant that I don't have to pay for the expenses here."

"So you want to cook a meal and make it up to me?"

Xie Baijing paused, and nodded his head.

Ke Jiang's joy finally subsided, he burst out laughing, and joked: "You can pay for it with a meal, and you are more expensive than Yuantian Hotel."

The person on the other side glanced at him with deep eyes, as if he wanted to say something, and finally fell silent again.He didn't know what he was planning. On a rare day off, he wore a mask to catch the earliest morning bus and grab the freshest dishes from the old ladies in the city. He also carefully considered the person's taboos and preferences, and came back to cook for himself. , Cook a meal carefully.If it was repayment, he knew that a meal was not enough, not to mention that he had already transferred money into Ke Jiang's account—but Mr. Ke had a lot of accounts, and he might not be able to find out in a year or so.Xie Baijing cooks at home since he was a child, and he doesn't realize how tiring it is to cook, but cooking for Ke Jiang specially seems a bit baffling.

Perhaps seeing Ke Jiang being disrespected by his friends yesterday, he wanted to give him a favor.

He clearly knew that he was not a character who likes to care about other people's private affairs, and it is best to let others do what he does, but he accepted this explanation from the bottom of his heart.

But Ke Jiang was rarely melancholy.He had a hearty meal, and he took a few photos casually during the meal, but he hesitated for a long time, and decided not to send them to Xu Li.

Showing off the meals cooked by your boyfriend is meant to be "boyfriend", not "dinner".If this meal is just to repay the rent and servants' money, there is no point in showing off.Ke Jiang had to admit that he was really greedy, the closer he got to Xie Baijing, the more he expected.Originally, he only wanted to be able to talk to people calmly, and then he wanted to be able to get along with people day and night, and then he hoped that the other party would give him a warm response—people's hearts are really like a bottomless pit.He liked Xie Baijing's indifference and arrogance at first, but now he expects people to be as gentle and clinging as those Yingyingyanyans, this is not authentic.

Ke Jiang went home at night.Mr. Ke has survived another winter, and his body looks much healthier than last year.When Ke Jiang arrived, the old man was sitting in the garden of his home, followed by two nurses, and on the opposite side were several formally dressed people reporting to work.Although he is old, he is not willing to give up the foundation he has laid down all his life, and he still needs to nod for major family business matters.Ke Jiang glanced at it from a distance, and went back to the house to wait without interest.

His father and brother are still not at home, but Ke Cheng's wife is.Pretending to be the host, he went downstairs to entertain him for a tea break, and casually said, "Xiaojiang has grown and become more handsome recently, does he have a girlfriend? Grandpa has been thinking about it all the time."

"I always want to play for a few more years." Ke Jiang smiled.

Mrs. Ke said flatly, "It's really like your brother."

She had something to say.Ke Jiang knew that this wealthy marriage must have no emotional basis.His brother used to live among thousands of flowers, how could he be bound by marriage.But this is the family matter of the young couple, let alone his brother's family matter, he just shrugged and pretended not to understand with an innocent face.When the old man came back after discussing business matters, he got up and went to greet him attentively.He didn't go home for some days, and he felt a little guilty. Fortunately, his grandpa didn't seem to care about it. He just chatted for a while and mentioned the same problem as Mrs. Ke: "You said last time that you need to take it home and give it to me. What about your girlfriend?"

Ke Jiang froze.Where is the girlfriend, he can't bring Xie Baijing back, can he?

The old man knew it when he saw him, sighed silently, and asked again: "How are you doing in the company recently? Have you made any achievements?"

Ke Jiang froze again.He didn't know how many days he hadn't been to the company.

The old man was angry: "Ke Jiang, how long are you going to waste!"

Ke Jiang has always been the little baby in his grandfather's eyes. He has been pampered since he was a child, and he can do whatever he wants. This is the first time he has been scolded so harshly. Kind words and chest-patting promises are useless.The old man's face collapsed. After all, he has experienced countless winds and rains and worked hard. He has always said that he is the same person. Even Ke Jiang felt a little fear in his heart when he saw it.During the dinner, his elder brother saw the pole climbed up, acted like a big brother, and recounted the crap about him not going to the company for many days and not doing a good job in the company, and even his sister-in-law and father agreed, although the old man did not face to face Facing his brother, his complexion became more and more ugly.Desperately escaping after dinner, Ke Jiang's mood throughout the day was completely down to the bottom.

"Brother Zhang," Ke Jiang sat in the car and called Zhang Yuntian, disconsolately, "Where are you wandering? Take me one."