Future driving recorder

To celebrate Lu Ning's spring break, Jiang Heng took him out for dinner.

Qi He let go of the fried rice he made for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Mocha jumped on the table to sniff the bowl, then turned around very naturally, pawing his hind legs and doing the motion of burying shit.

Wounded, he buried his work and came to the kitchen with an empty bowl.

Lu Jingming is putting baby cabbage with bright yellow leaves and shiitake mushrooms topped with cross florets into the small reddish saucepan. On the side plate is a red and white fat beef roll, and the oven is emitting caramel and cream. sweet smell.

"Put it there." Seeing Qi He walk in, he said, "Put the dishwasher together after dinner."

Qi He Yiyan put the bowl halfway, and suddenly asked curiously: "When did you learn to cook?"

"I just started learning it in the past two years." Lu Jingming replied, "Before I went to school, I ate in the cafeteria... Then I moved here. There was no food nearby, and takeaway was inconvenient, so I started to make it myself."

So why move here?Doubts flashed across Qi He's mind, he paused, and said, "It must have been difficult at first."

"...Yeah," Lu Jingming thought of something, paused for a moment, and then smiled, "When I first started working, I had very little time to sleep, let alone eat."

"For quite a while, I drank nutrient solution and ate compressed biscuits to survive. At that time, I often thought, if nightmares had a taste, it would be nothing more than that." He recalled with lingering fear.

Qi He didn't know if he had eaten this kind of thing before, but he somehow felt a strange sense of identification with this sentence.

"After I had a little free time, I started to cook by myself." Lu Jingming took out the baking tray and put the pudding in the cooking machine to cool down. "The first time I didn't do very well, but when I took the first bite, I felt It was as if he had suddenly come to life.”

"A long time ago, someone taught me, 'To live is to eat well'. At that time, I dismissed her, thinking that she had no ambitions and short-sightedness. It was not until I started living alone that I realized how rare it is to be able to eat well. What a happy thing.

"So I started to learn how to cook. Last spring, I left half of the yard that I planned to sow flower seeds to try to grow vegetables." Lu Jingming put down his baking gloves, turned to Qi He, and smiled with his back to the gloomy window, "After that, another spring and summer passed, and you came."

Qi He looked at him quietly, and the two of them wandered away for a while with different thoughts, until they were interrupted by the gurgling sound of the stew pot boiling.

Even if the room is no longer cold, you still want hot food in winter, which is the same as wanting to rummage through the refrigerator in summer.

Qi He slowly swallowed a small piece of smooth and tender tofu, the slightly spicy taste made his body feel warm.

When it’s wet and cold, I instinctively want something spicy, like when I’m sad, I want to eat something sweet, when I’m stressed, I try to drink alcohol to relax, when I’m empty, I try to find some stimulating taste, when I’m bored, I want to eat anything…

If you eat too much salty food, you want sweet food, and if you get tired of sweet food, you want salty food.

Thinking about it this way, it may be because life itself has all kinds of flavors that it needs to be neutralized by the sense of taste.

Then, what would life be like when Lu Jingming lived here alone?

"If I wake up earlier, I can help you." Qi He unconsciously said what he had been thinking about.

Lu Jingming was stunned for a moment, and replied with a smile: "I think the timing of senior's appearance is very suitable. If it was earlier, I might not be able to take good care of you—"

"I'm not willing to let you eat fast food." He blurted out.

"..." Qi He blinked, not knowing how to react for a moment.

As if waking up from a dream, Lu Jingming tried to cover up and explained: "No...no other meaning! Don't think too much about it, you just say this because..."

He stammered and explained for a long time, finally managed to calm down, and said to Qi He very solemnly and concisely:

"Because, I am a good person."

"..."

What a deafening confession.

The emotion in Qi He's heart was replaced by joy and laughter, and he expressed his thanks with a complicated expression.Lu Jingming's pulse gradually returned to calm, and he said modestly that it was nothing.

Beside the two people who had their own concerns, Mocha was rarely the first one to finish his meal, lying on the carpet and wagging his tail leisurely.

Another peaceful day.

The author says:

Tell the prophet that he is a good man.