Yu Jian sat in front of the dressing table, wiping the wet hair on her head. The wound was itching as it gradually healed. She slowed down her movements and tried not to pull the muscles near the wound.
After her hair was half dry, she remembered someone's friend request, took her phone, and clicked Agree. She looked at the time and saw that two and a half hours had passed.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he added a friend, a series of expressions were sent to him from the other side. Listening to the constant beeping sound of his cell phone, Yu Jian blinked inexplicably. Could this person have been waiting with his cell phone?
【I am Tang Yuan.】
【How is the recovery from the injury on your hand going?】
Probably because she didn't reply for a long time, I asked again: "Is the apricot tart delicious?"
Even Yu Jian on the other side of the phone can feel the caution between the lines.
She bared a few white teeth and replied: "It's delicious."
The other person quickly typed a few more words: [I’ll make you other flavors tomorrow.]
After thinking about it for a while, she asked: [Where is the injury?] After all, she was still worried about the injury on her arm.
Yu Jian simply rolled up her sleeves, took a photo of the wound and sent it to him, and told him: "It's not a big problem, the stitches can be removed in two days."
It was such a long wound. Across the screen, Tang Yuan felt that the wound was really long. I heard that it took more than ten stitches, but the little girl didn't shed a single tear. It was the same when she was first injured, even if there was blood.
Even so, she just pursed her lips and endured the pain and asked him to go to the hospital without saying a word about pain.
Tang Yuan's whole heart twitched. He covered his chest helplessly and groaned. At this time, countless fears rushed to him. If...if the little girl didn't avoid it, the knife would be inserted into her body.
Already...
"Ajian..." Tang Yuan stroked Yu Jian's cute cat portrait on the screen, his eyes full of heartache.
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Lantingxuan has been filled with a milky fragrance recently.
The smell was so strong that even old customers couldn't bear it. Wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, he pulled over Xiao Lin who was standing at the door: "Is the chef ready to serve a new dish?" It has been more than a month, and Chef Tang has not even made a new dish.
No, it's not like his style.
Xiao Lin rolled his eyes angrily and patted his shoulder: "You are thinking too much." Their chef was trying his best to chase the girl! He made different desserts every day, such as chestnut tarts.
, apricot tart, pear tart, whatever is pretty, which one is delicious. But they are so miserable that they can only watch through the glass window and ask the chef to share some for them to try? He even coaxed them to hurry up.
Walk……
The chef has changed.
He doesn't love these employees anymore.
Xiao Lin looked to the sky sadly, and sighed loudly together with the old guest.
What Tang Yuan is going to make today is a sea salt rose tart. The petals are made of elegant peach cheese mousse, and the inside is filled with pear flesh, grapefruit and rose jam. The shortbread base is made soft, and the flavor is enhanced after adding crispy rice grains.
The most interesting thing is the shape of the pastry, which really looks like a blooming pink rose. If you look carefully, you can see there are crystal clear dewdrops on it.
Yang Jianxin stood behind Tang Yuan, quietly raised his phone and took a photo from a distance, and sent it to the goddess Zhou Xiaoyan: [The chef has gone crazy, he actually made roses today.]
Next door, Zhou Xiaoyan looked at the lifelike flowers in the photo and let out an envious sigh. Sure enough, the chef became romantic, and everyone was ashamed! When will she meet such a person?
Yu Jian felt that Huang Nuan's eyes were full of teasing when he looked at her today. She put down the cake box in her hand and waved, ready to have a good chat with her.
"What's going on? What's that look?"
Huang Nuan chuckled, carefully avoiding her injured hand, resting his head on her shoulder, and asked, "When will you and Tang Yuan make their relationship public?"
What?? Yu Jian was completely awake now. It was almost autumn, how could there be any signs of spring? She pushed Huang Nuan away and said sternly into her eyes: "Don't talk nonsense.
Eight ways."
"If you don't like it, why does he give you desserts every day?" Every time she went to Lantingxuan's kitchen, she always saw his sullen expression and told her to deliver it to Yu Jian personally.
Yu Jian disagreed: "Ours is a life-and-death friendship. Don't forget, just a while ago, we were the representatives of 'Chinese food' and 'Western food' who were incompatible with each other!" What kind of mess is this guy having in his head?
Do you think she likes something because she has been cooking desserts for her for a few days? Tang Yuan must be feeling guilty and taking the opportunity to please her!
"Really..." Huang Nuan obviously didn't believe it. He stared at Yu Jian's face carefully, hoping to find some clues. But unfortunately, Yu Jian did have an innocent face and clear eyes. Huang Nuan was discouraged.
He muttered to himself in disappointment, "Okay..."
Alas! I thought some earth-shattering love story was going to happen!
After the college entrance examination, she began to write novels on a certain website. When she was scanning the list, she read too many plot stories about the boss. Now, no matter who she looks at, she thinks there is something fishy. The female protagonist sacrifices her life to save the male protagonist, and the male protagonist sacrifices her life to save her.
Xu. God, what kind of fairy plot is this! No, she still has to add it to her own novel story. The prototypes are A Jian and Chef Tang. Anyway, they are all fabricated. How to write it is up to her.
Already??
Thinking of this, Huang Nuan's mood finally calmed down, and she continued to hug Yu Jian happily: "Let's see what delicious food Chef Tang made for you today?" When he went there, he was mysterious and didn't show it to her.
.
"Are you greedy again?" Yu Jian glanced at her and asked with a smile.
"That's not possible, I'm trying to lose weight!" In the third year of high school, Huang Nuan, who was fed by Yu Jian desperately, gained twenty kilograms, worked hard to become stronger, and under Chen Xinyi's supervision, he lost ten kilograms in a month. Although.
There are many temptations in Beijing, but she has the discipline to keep her mouth shut.
Yu Jian looked suspiciously, and at her urging, she slowly pulled open the ribbon that tied the box. The paper box spread out like petals, and three elegant pink roses stood in it, blooming proudly towards the two of them.
"Gudong".
Huang Nuan couldn't help but swallowed her saliva, stood up suddenly, took two steps out, and pointed at Yu Jian with a trembling finger: "You still said that you two have nothing to do?!"
He even sent roses, wasn't he just expressing his feelings to her?
Hahahaha, Huang Nuan turned around, the corners of her lips raised wildly, unable to restrain the joy in her heart, this is a ready-made paragraph that can be written directly!!
She turned around pretending: "You two must have had an affair..."
Yu Jian glanced at the excitement on her face with doubtful eyes, and then at the inexplicable three roses. She silently took out her mobile phone from her pocket and clicked on a series of numbers.
The person on the other end quickly connected and asked in a joyful voice: "Ajian?"
Yu Jian asked calmly: "What's going on with the rose?"