Toffee Master

The winter vacation officially started, and Tang Ye and Yang Xingyu also "lived in two places".

Without the hustle and bustle of the city and the fast pace, Tang Ye became sluggish. He resolutely didn't get up before noon every day. He also wrote two strokes of winter vacation homework and threw it aside. The study plan he made before the holiday only lasted for three days.

"Lao Yang sent sweet potatoes over, let's make some sweet potato porridge for lunch."

Tang Huihong's voice came up from downstairs.

Tang Ye sat up from the bed and listened to the voices outside.

"What to eat, I've already made a meal, let's talk about it tomorrow." Li Nianhua said.

Tang Ye snickered, washed his face and brushed his teeth quickly, opened the door and ran downstairs.

"You got up quite early today, the sun hasn't set yet."

Tang Huihong had just been scolded, and he was sullen and had nowhere to vent his anger. Seeing his eldest son who had been at home for a long time, he seemed to be looking for a way to vent his anger, and he spoke in a strange way.

Tang Ye was not afraid. Although he only had one move, he tried it all.

He snorted and raised his voice: "Mom! My dad called me again!"

Sure enough, Li Nianhua, who was in the kitchen, made a bang, threw the spatula into the pot, and said angrily, "Tang! Hui! Hong! If you have nothing to do, come in and cook for me! Don't pick on my son all day long!" Picky!"

Tang Huihong shuddered when he heard his name. He glared at Tang Ye angrily, opened his mouth twice and didn't say anything.

He pointed at Tang Ye with his finger, turned and walked towards the kitchen unwillingly: "That's my son too..."

Tang Ye made faces at his back.

He opened the box next to him, and a burst of cold air mixed with mud came out from inside, and the box was packed full of sweet potatoes with palms, and there was still mud on it.

He picked two of the roundest looking ones, wrapped them in a piece of paper, and ran out after shouting to the kitchen: "Mom and Dad, I'm going out to bake sweet potatoes, why don't you eat them for lunch?" !"

"Let's eat again tonight..."

Li Nianhua poked his head out in a hurry, only to see the back of his son running out while wearing a down jacket.

Tang Huihong walked up to her, and chuckled: "Sweet potato porridge for lunch?"

Li Nianhua glanced at him: "You do it yourself!"

Tang Huihong hugged two sweet potatoes happily and went back to the kitchen.

Tang Ye's home is also in S City, but it is in a small remote village nearby, some distance away from the city center.

Because of the sparse population and the higher terrain, the temperature in winter is relatively lower and there will be more snow.

When the urban area was still covered with a thin layer of snow, the snow covered his feet.

Every time Tang Ye takes a step on the snow, there will be a "creaking" sound under his feet.

He was wearing a thick down jacket, half of his face was huddled under the collar, his exposed nose was red from the cold, and hoarfrost hung on his long eyelashes.

Tang Ye was wearing a glove with only the thumb and the other four fingers together. He couldn't grasp things, so he could only walk slowly with the palms up, clumsily carrying two sweet potatoes.

The small village is not too big. A straight and spacious road runs through the village head and the village tail, and it only takes more than 20 minutes to walk back and forth.

The houses are concentrated on the left side of the road, separated by large willows and poplars, and on the right side of the road are endless fields, but it is winter now, most of the fields are buried by snow, and only a few greenhouses stand.

Tang Ye walked into a small pavilion by the side of the road. The marble tables and chairs exuded a slight coolness. He threw the sweet potatoes in his hand on the table and pulled off his gloves.

He walked around to the back of the gazebo, looked left and right, bent over and brought out a small stove with some unfinished charcoal in it, and a small barbed wire net for barbecue was fastened on it.

Tang Ye picked up a few more dry wood branches, took out a lighter from his pocket, lit the wood branches, and threw them into the small stove. He watched the charcoal being ignited before throwing the barbed wire on top, and put two round sweet potatoes on the fire superior.

He squatted next to the small stove, put his hands in his pockets, stared straight at the small flames and sweet potatoes, gradually felt the warmth, and his whole body was warm.

He took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It was almost eleven o'clock, so he simply called Yang Xingyu to make a video request.

Since the winter vacation, the two of them have been in touch every day. Text chatting is the basis. There is only one video in two or three days, and sometimes they can play two videos a day. It’s no big deal. Yang Xingyu watched Tang Ye do his homework for the winter vacation.

The video was connected after a few beeps, and a huge cheek appeared on Tang Ye's phone screen.

"Ah! Brother Yu! Why are you so close to the camera? Are you taking a shower?"

Tang Ye subconsciously tilted his head, wanting to see the scene behind him, but unfortunately the camera was completely filled with Yang Xingyu's face, without a single gap.

"Cough, no."

Yang Xingyu coughed unnaturally, "Are you outside? You woke up quite early today."

Tang Ye chuckled: "What are you and I doing?"

"Anyway, it's definitely not doing winter vacation homework."

Tang Ye automatically filtered the word homework, and he turned the camera around: "Deng dong dong! I'm roasting sweet potatoes!"

Small red flames were blazing from the small stove in the snow. The outer skins of the two sweet potatoes on the top were already wrinkled, and the golden inner core could be seen inside. If you look carefully, something like honey protruded from the edges.

Just looking at the video, Yang Xingyu felt that he could smell the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes. He swallowed twice, his eyes straightened: "It looks delicious."

"My Uncle Yang planted it himself. It's glutinous and sweet. I really like his sweet potatoes."

The camera turned back, and Tang Ye smiled and said, "I roasted two specially, one for you and one for me."

Yang Xingyu raised his eyebrows: "You are really kind to me."

"That's not."

"Are you going to send it to me through the screen? Or send it to me by courier in the same city?

"I'll temporarily store it in my stomach for you," Tang Ye pointed the camera at his stomach, and took two shots, "I'll give it to you when we meet after school."

Yang Xingyu laughed out loud, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble!"

Tang Ye found a rock, put the phone on it, and started cooking sweet potatoes for the camera.

Yang Xingyu looked at him with a smile, seeing the corners of his mouth covered with black ash from the baked sweet potatoes, seeing his eyes squinting because he thought it was delicious, and his cheeks and nose flushed because of the cold weather.

Even if they don't talk, they don't feel bored.

"Brother Yu, have you eaten yet?"

After Tang Ye finished the two sweet potatoes, he realized that it was almost past lunch time, and Yang Xingyu hadn't moved yet.

"The takeaway hasn't arrived yet."

Yang Xingyu rubbed his stomach, the little candy wrappers were too much to eat, and he was really hungry.

"takeout?"

Tang Ye accurately captured the key words. He chatted with Yang Xingyu every day, and knew that his house was often empty, but he hadn't touched takeaway during the holidays, and someone at home cooked for him.

"...for a change."

A trace of panic flashed across Yang Xingyu's face, he frantically wanted to hang up the video, "Okay, my takeaway is coming soon, you should go home as soon as you finish eating, it's so cold outside and you don't have to worry about catching a cold, I'll ask you to do your winter vacation homework this afternoon. "

Before Tang Ye could react, the video was hung up. He stared blankly at the phone screen until the screen turned black and his face was reflected.

He saw his surprised expression.

Although it was only for a moment, Tang Ye was very sure that Yang Xingyu was in his rental house right now. When he was flustered just now, the camera shifted a bit and captured the scene behind him.

Tang Ye stood up suddenly, with excitement overflowing on his face, he quickly put the small stove back to its original position, packed the sweet potato skins he had eaten, and ran home.

After Yang Xingyu hung up the video, he breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned back, put his head on the sofa, looked at the ceiling and said to himself, "I almost revealed myself."

During the winter vacation, his parents were busy with work every day, and there were few people at home. He felt very bored every day. Zhuzi went to the south to avoid the cold again, so he had nothing to do.

In addition, he missed Tang Ye a little, so he sneaked back to the place where the two lived last night.

When he received Tang Ye's video request today, he had just woken up not long ago. This was the deepest sleep he had since the winter vacation. He felt that he was hopeless and trapped in the whirlpool called "Tang Ye". I can't get out.

Yang Xingyu sighed heavily, and collapsed on the sofa with his body tilted. He pulled a pillow over and murmured with his eyes closed: "Winter vacation is so long..."

Smelling the familiar smell, Yang Xingyu felt that he was starting to feel drowsy again, so he simply pulled the blanket over his body and went back to sleep again.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Xingyu heard a knock on the door in a daze. He opened his eyes with difficulty, and it was already dark outside.

He sat up in confusion, scratched his head, how long had he been asleep...

"Dong dong."

The knock on the door startled Yang Xingyu. There was really a knock on the door. He thought he was sleepy and had auditory hallucinations.

He put on his slippers and walked to the door. He stopped when he was about to open the door, and approached the cat's eye suspiciously. Who would come here at this time?

Is it the landlord?

Yang Xingyu looked out from the cat's eyes while thinking, it was dark, obviously blocked by people outside.

He suddenly became nervous, and went back to his bedroom to find a throwing stick. This was given to him by Wang Zhuqi before. It was very popular among students at that time, so Wang Zhuqi gave him one.

He pursed his lips tightly, held the swing stick tightly, and slowly pressed the doorknob.

The moment the door opened, the swinging stick was also raised, but after seeing the face of the visitor, Yang Xingyu froze in place.

"You, why are you here?"

He raised his stick and asked in surprise.

"Dengdeng! Surprised or surprised?"

Tang Ye was carrying a large schoolbag, wearing a thick white down jacket, and appeared outside the door with flushed cheeks, looking dusty.

"Didn't I tell you to treat you to baked sweet potatoes?"

Tang Ye took out a roll of newspapers from his arms and pasted it directly on Yang Xingyu's cheek: "I baked it myself, I didn't buy it from the side of the road."

Yang Xingyu's eyes widened. The heat from the roasted sweet potatoes spread to his cheeks through the newspaper, gradually warming his eye sockets.

Looking at Tang Ye who was smiling with crooked brows and eyes, he suddenly had the urge to hug her tightly.