In love with that kid

After the meal, the 8 handsome guys went to Mortal Bar again. The big singer Cao Xiao came back. She went to catch up with the announcement and went crazy when she saw them, because there were two new handsome guys. Everyone is free.

From the 2nd, 8 people cook and eat in Zhang Yang's hut, sometimes 7 people, Shi Wenbo will be absent for a while, and he and Wang Chaoge searched for a long time when they first came.

Ever since Wang Chaoge and Shi Wenbo ate Chef Zhang Yang's meal, they both felt that other meals were not tasty, so sometimes Shi Wenbo would rush over no matter how late he was, no matter how far away, and of course it was mainly him. My beautiful brother is here.

There are 50 big men squeezed in a small area of ​​more than 8 square meters, no one said it was crowded, and no one asked to change to a bigger place, because this place is so fun!Zhang Yang deliberately changed a large dining table for six people and added two chairs, so the living room seemed even more crowded. Zhang Yang put away the sofa bed and put it in the bedroom. Although it was crowded, it was more fun. This place became theirs. Heaven.

During the few days of the holiday, the first thing they do when they wake up in the afternoon (truly waking up naturally) is to rush to Zhang Yang, and then inform the group what ingredients they have bought, and everyone is scrambling to buy ingredients.

Early in the morning, Zhang Yang went to work, and Chen Xin was a quiet little wife at home waiting for him to come back. Zhang Yang looked at what ingredients they bought in the group, and what he should add, such as garlic, green onions, ginger, bean paste, etc. Yes, these foodies only know how to buy main dishes and don't even think about buying any condiments.

Zhang Yang strives to do more work in the morning, so he won’t come in the afternoon. Over the years, he has hardly asked for leave. Boss Wu said that he might as well give him two days off, and even gave him a bonus, but Zhang Yang is still used to it. Come and do some work in the morning.

Ling Fei honestly followed in the kitchen to learn. He has a smart mind, and he studied very seriously. Under Zhang Yang's guidance, there were a few dishes in the last meal that no one could taste. He made them, which were not bad. , but there is still a lot of lack in knife skills and heat, so you can't eat a fat man in one go, you have to practice slowly.

Zhang Yang was not stingy with teaching Ling Fei, theory is theory, and practice is practical teaching.

Now Zhang Yang has completely given up his prejudice against Ling Fei, Chen Xin, and Wang Chaoge's second-generation identities, and he is completely relieved of Lin Zhimo. Now he has a brotherly relationship, but sometimes he habitually wants to give it to him. He picked up the food, and suddenly remembered that Ling Fei was next to him, so he naturally put the food into Chen Xin's bowl, and then Chen Xin picked it up like a loyal puppy and ate it; sometimes he wanted to buy it for Lin Zhimo. Things, and felt that it was unnecessary, Ling Fei would buy them for him, so he naturally bought them for Chen Xin, how unimaginable!A few months ago, he was sure that he would not have any interaction with Chen Xin.

Sometimes Ah Zhi and Chen Xin wanted to go to the kitchen to fight, but the kitchen was too small, so they were driven out by Zhang Yang. The rest of the men either sat at the dining table and played games, or fighting the landlord, or playing computer, or doing nothing, eating. Eat fruit for snacks, sit and chat...

Ling Fei learned to stir-fry spicy chicken, braised pork ribs, braised old duck, stewed beef, fried eggplant with sauce, steamed sea bass, spicy prawns...

In fact, mastering all kinds of cooking methods is almost the same, they are all the same, and the complexity lies in the ingredients: when Ling Fei first learned how to stir-fry spicy chicken, he only knew what kind of spicy pepper to use for fried spicy chicken. Zhang Yang explained this thing to him for a long time. It turns out that there are dozens of varieties of chili peppers, what kind of chili peppers should be used for what kind of dishes, what kind of sauce should be used for braised yellow rice, where the sauce is made, etc...

Fortunately, Ling Fei is smart and has a good memory. He nodded and memorized it. He studied it more seriously than when he was studying for the college entrance examination.

Every time they eat, the men are like wolves and tigers, especially Chaoge, "Oh my god! It's so delicious, these home-cooked dishes are a hundred times better than those big meals, I want to eat another bowl meal."

Shi Wenbo hurriedly took his empty bowl to refill, "My child, this is your third bowl, are you full?"

A Zhi temporarily brought his rice cooker over, and every time he had to cook two rice cookers full of rice, more than half of Zhang Yang's rice bucket sank.

"I'm growing up, not too much, not too much." Wang Chaoge laughed.

"That's right, if anyone else wants to add food, I will take it."

"I!"

"I!"

"And I!"

Shi Wenbo took good care of everyone, and also added a bowl full for himself, "It seems that I am afraid that I will learn from Zhang Yang as a teacher."

Ah Chi said: "These days are reversed, men cook for their wives."

Xiao Qiao laughed: "Why? Shouldn't it be?"

Before the word "should be" could be uttered by Ah Zhi, Ling Fei answered the words: "should be should, you see, our group of men can really go out of the hall and go down to the kitchen. We have gathered four out-of-print good men, you guys Did the four daughters-in-law find us with hundreds of lanterns?"

Everyone laughed so hard that they almost spit out rice, and the four little zeros looked at each other, as if this was the case.

Then Lingfei leaned closer to Lin Zhimo's ears: "Baby, I will cook for you in the future, and I will make you whatever you want."

In the evening, everyone will accompany Chen Xin and Azhi to work...

This kind of fairy-like days is coming to an end in the blink of an eye. After the last meal, Wang Chaoge yelled in horror: "My God, have I gained weight? How can I pinch the flesh around my waist?" Oh, why is my face round? Why are my hands thick? It’s too scary! It’s too scary! No, no, no, I’m going to practice Sanda tonight, so I won’t go to the bar with you guys.”

Ever since Wang Chaoge got married with Shi Wenbo, he has become much lazier than before. He often sits aside and looks at his man like a nympho. It takes a long time to watch.

Wang Chaoge's horrifying voice made everyone pinch their waists, and some of them also had expressions of horror on their faces.

Shi Wenbo leaned forward and squeezed Chaoge's pretty face, "It's cuter when you're fat!"

"NoNoNo, I don't want to gain weight!" Chao Ge screamed like a pig.

Lin Zhimo was secretly proud that he was born with a body that would not make him fat.

Wang Chaoge pinched everyone's faces, "Momo, why don't you get fat?"

Ling Fei laughed and came over to hug Lin Zhimo, "My baby is born beautiful."

…………

Lin Zhimo said to Ling Fei: "The final exam is coming soon, bastard, you are already lying in the coffin, it's time to shed tears."

So the two made a three-chapter agreement: they lived in school for the last two weeks and knocked hard on books.

After Ling Fei moved back to the dormitory, the four-person cooking group resumed, but this time it was Yu Ji who led them to the No. 3 cafeteria. He seemed to be in love with that delicate girl named Jin Ling, a freshman. Ling Fei Satisfied, he was supposed to be in No. 3 canteen.

So Yu Ji and Ling Fei have more common language.

Yu Ji is now clamoring to lose weight every day. It turned out that Ling Fei told him to eat one less chicken leg, and he would fight Ling Fei desperately. Now he not only consciously eats less, but also runs and plays basketball every day.

Concubine Yu who has lost weight is quite handsome. It seems that being fat has hindered Concubine Yu's appearance.

Yu Ji, who was praised for being handsome, became more confident, and she lost weight sometimes horribly.

So love is such a fantasy!

Sometimes there were as many as 8 of them eating. Chen Xin and Wang Chaoge's school had a holiday a week earlier than Ling Fei's school, and the two went to find their own men.

In the last two weeks, it was rare to see Ling Fei and Lin Zhimo appearing in pairs in the library and study room.

Lin Zhimo finally finished the exam, and Ling Fei had two days left.

This afternoon Ling Fei was still taking the last subject, and Lin Zhimo was alone in the calligraphy room thinking hard about what kind of calligraphy he wanted to write for Ling Zhi and Song Guanrui.

Song Guanrui repeatedly explained that Lexus was also there when he went back for dinner tonight, and he also knew about them.

Lin Zhimochou, Ahchou, it's his first time going to Lingfei's house, what should he give as a present?He asked Ling Fei what they like?Ling Fei laughed loudly, "Baby, you don't need to buy anything, just go with someone. If you have to give something as a gift, then write the adverb. I told Da Mei Niu last time that you should write the adverb for them to see." , my father quite likes traditional Chinese culture, not the arty kind.”

Lin Zhimo didn't sleep in late in the morning, so he went to buy high-quality raw rice paper, took out a Beilang hair that he brought from home and practiced on the paper.

Lin Zhimo has learned various talents since he was a child. In high school, because he did not have much spare time, some talents were not continued. However, he has persisted in calligraphy and guqin until now, because his father passed on these two hobbies to him. .

Lin Zhimo practiced a few words on the copybook. He was a little disgusted. It seems that this calligraphy still needs to be practiced every day. Although he joined the school calligraphy club, he still had too little time to write.

Love makes people lose their minds!

Lin Zhimo practiced a lot of characters, and finally he was a little satisfied, after all, the foundation was there.

What to write?Blessings?A bit flattering; inspirational words?This should not be given to the elders by the younger generation; philosophical poems?It is even more unsuitable for juniors to write to elders...

After thinking for a long time, let's write according to his own preferences. Lin Zhimo's favorite font is running script. For a long time, he only practiced running script.

He found a copy of Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface" from the calligraphy room. There were many copying works of calligraphers on it. Forgot the content of "Lanting Preface", even though he had memorized it by heart, he wanted to use his own "Lin's" cursive script to write.

Lin Zhimo carefully cut the uncooked rice paper, laid it out carefully, picked up the wolf hair, concentrated his energy and began to write.

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, at the age of Knee Chou, at the beginning of late spring, we will meet at the Orchid Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji..."

Almost two hours later, Lin Zhimo simply signed the payment after finishing writing, stamped his own seal, and carefully checked whether there were any typos in the 324 characters... Fortunately, there were none.

When Ling Fei received the call, the ink on the work was almost dry, so Lin Zhimo carefully rolled it up and put it in a paper tube.

Ling Fei came to the calligraphy room to pick up his baby.

Lin Zhimo was very nervous, very nervous, Ling Fei hugged him, "It's okay, baby, my dad is approachable, he must like you."

……

Indeed, when Ling Zhi opened the "Lanting Preface" written by Lin Zhimo in the study room, he was very surprised, the strength was not like that of a young man at all.

"Did you write Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface" in your own font?" Ling Zhi admired.

"Yes, Uncle, it's not well written, and it makes you laugh."

Ling Fei and Song Guanrui came over to look at it. Although they didn't know calligraphy, they could tell that the calligraphy was very beautiful. It was the first time Ling Fei experienced the charm of calligraphy.

Ling Zhi shook his head, "This character is elegant and handsome, flattering but not vulgar, this Xingkai is so beautiful!" He looked up at Lin Zhimo and said, "The character is like a person!"

After Ling Zhi knew that his son was in love with a man, he didn't express any opinions. He knew that his son was serious this time after his son had a showdown with Song Guanrui.

He was just curious about what kind of man his son found, but he didn't expect Lin Zhimo to conquer Ling Zhi immediately with just a pair of "Lanting Preface".

Because "words are like people!"

Song Guanrui said: "How about it, Dazhi, I didn't exaggerate Xiaomo!"

Ling Zhi smiled without answering, carefully put away the work, and said to Ling Fei who was holding Lin Zhimo's shoulder next to him: "Son! You two dog crawling words should be practiced! Look at Xiaomo's The words are all self-contained."

Ling Fei said with a hippie smile: "Father, mine is also self-contained! 'Lingfei Body'."

Ling Zhi smiled and scolded: "Get out! Practice with Xiaomo your two dog crawling characters or pig crawling characters."

Ling Fei smiled and said, "Okay!" He used to say that "words are like people" is a piece of nonsense, but now it's his baby who made him know these four words again.

Why do you think my baby is so powerful?

Ling Fei pulled Lin Zhimo, who was blushing like a shrimp, out of the study, and sat him on the sofa, "I'll go see what's delicious in the kitchen?"

"Aunt Wu, it smells so good! Can we eat?"

Aunt Wu smiled from ear to ear, "Wait a little longer and cook some soup."

Ling Fei: "Let me see if there are any other ingredients, and I'll show you off."

Song Guanrui also went out of the study to cut fruit for Lin Zhimo in the living room, "Look, your dad likes you so much."

Lin Zhimo smiled embarrassedly, "I like you too."

When Ling Zhi was alone in the study, he opened Lin Zhimo's "Lanting Preface" and watched it for a long time.

This kid has a lot of skill!From the writing to the content of the writing, Lin Zhimo looked neither humble nor overbearing!

Words are like people!