Xu Qingchan curled her eyes and said, "His buns have the taste of when I was a kid."
She paused suddenly, "But I bought all the buns just now. If you want them, I'll give you some."
"Why are you so embarrassed? You bought it. It's okay. He's a big man. If you can't eat it this time, just buy it next time. You can eat it yourself."
"It's okay, I can't eat so much."
Xu Qingchan asked for another brown paper bag from the store and gave two meat buns and two shaomai to Mu Xiuze.
Mu Xiuze didn't refuse and took the bag, with even more smiles in his eyes.
"Then I'll thank you on behalf of my friend."
A figure of a person flashed through her mind, "Who is your friend, the one in the lounge last time?"
Mu Xiuze smiled: "Yes, that's him, do you still remember?"
"He doesn't seem to like eating steamed buns, which is a bit surprising."
"Indeed, he is very picky about what he eats, but he likes the buns from this restaurant. I am also puzzled."
She was silent for a moment, her eyes were a little deep, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
Mu Xiuze paused and said, "You said this bun tastes like when you were a kid?"
"kindness."
He thought for a few seconds and it made sense.
After saying goodbye, Xu Qingchan drove back, feeling a little dazed along the way.
She discovered Yuji Steamed Bun Shop by accident. The first time she ate his steamed buns, she was stunned for a long time. Memories came flooding back to her, making her heart feel astringent.
At that time, Aunt Lu also loved making steamed buns, with thin skin and lots of stuffing. The minced meat was stir-fried using a unique cooking method, and it was full of delicate meaty aroma when you bite into it.
It's fragrant but not greasy, and she can eat several at a time.
On rainy days, when people are free, Aunt Lu likes to make steamed buns the most. Knowing that she loves meat buns, almost three-quarters of the buns in a drawer are filled with meat fillings.
She moved a small bench to guard the stove, and when the hot buns came out of the oven, Aunt Lu put a plate on it and sent it up to the attic.
The view from the attic is hazy in the mist and rain.
The distant mountains are shrouded in mist, and the damp and cold water vapor in the air mixed with the unique woody fragrance of the attic hits your nose.
The young man in front of the drawing board has a straight back, long knuckles on the fingers holding the paintbrush, deep and calm eyebrows, and no emotion on his cold face.
Xu Qingchan politely placed the plate on the wooden table next to him, and said in a soft voice, "Do you want something stuffed with meat...or something stuffed with tofu?"
He stared straight ahead and said, "Tofu."
She was overjoyed and said, "Okay, the two ones on the left are tofu and the ones on the right are stuffed with meat. Don't get them wrong."
She explained carefully, fearing that he would pick up her meat bag by mistake.
In the bird's nest under the beam, the little swallows chirped when they saw Xu Qingchan. She broke open the buns in her hand, divided them into small portions and placed them on the floor, watching the mother swallows take them back to the babies little by little.
There was a hazy rain outside, and the attic was silent. She lay on the floor, sometimes looking at the little swallows, and sometimes she couldn't help but quietly look at Qi Si, who was looking serious.
Time seems to have been pressed on the pause button at that time, and it is so beautiful that people dare not touch it.
The 88th floor of Jingsheng Building.
In front of the 108-degree large floor-to-ceiling window, a man with a stern face was hunched over a dark desk. The watch in his hand glowed with a cold light, and just like its owner, it had an aura of indifference and dignity.
The sound of footsteps entering the door without knocking made his thick brows frown slightly.
Mu Xiuze put the brown paper bag on his table, "No, your buns."
Qi Si raised his eyes, a trace of displeasure flashed across his dark eyes, "Knock on the door first when you come in, and ask a few times."
"Don't worry about these details." Mu Xiuze casually sat down on the sofa and said in a harsh tone, "You don't have a woman, are you afraid that I will see something I shouldn't?"
A cool gaze swept over him, and he fell silent for an instant.
"I'm not running errands for you. I bought you buns out of kindness, but you're still so cruel to me... Speaking of which, this bun was given to you by someone else. It was sold out when I went there. There was a girl.
I am so kind-hearted that I gave you two as a gift."
Qi Si looked at the brown paper bag on the table and said lightly, "Did you ask for it?"
"They gave it to me on their own initiative. I heard that my friend also likes that bun, so she divided the two of you without saying a word. Anyway, you can be considered a favor. That girl was the one who showed up last time.
The most beautiful person, help me find Zimi, you don’t even look at me."
Qi Si took a bite of the bun and said, "It's cold."
"It's the twelfth lunar month of winter. It's normal for it to be cold when you come so far away. You're a grown-up man, just order what you want."
Mu Xiuze knocked his knuckles on his knees and asked in a casual tone: "Does this bun taste like when I was a kid?"
Qi Si's dark eyes were concealed by his slightly drooped eyelashes, and he did not say anything.
Mu Xiuze: "That's what Miss Xu said."
"What's her name?"
"Xu Qingchan."
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Xu Qingchan memorized the script very late last night. After drinking a cup of coffee, she was gloriously insomnia in the middle of the night.
When she woke up in the morning and saw the two big black smoke rings, she even thought it was funny.
I don't know if it was because of eye fatigue, but her right eyelid twitched all day long.
She only slept for three or four hours at night. Whenever she got a chance to rest on the set, she would catch up on her naps. She wanted to recharge her batteries in peace and quiet, but Yang Wanwan came over to her whenever she had free time and was so annoying.
Clear dream.
Xu Qingchan thinks that she has a good temper under most circumstances, but the fact that her sleep was disturbed really made her angry.
She was angry to get up.
After being awakened by her noisy voice during the third break on the set, Xu Qingchan frowned impatiently and stared at Yang Wanwan with cold, cold black eyes.
"Is it over yet?" The tone he spoke was indifferent, different from his usual calm tone.
She has a cold appearance, and has a deep sense of alienation when she is not smiling and serious.
Yang Wanwan was stunned. This was indeed the first time she had seen such a cold Xu Qingchan. Her usual indifference and calmness were gone. What appeared in those deep black eyes was the warning and danger that could not be hidden.
How could such a strong aura and vague ferocity emanate from her body?
Yang Wanwan was frightened and almost lost her ability to speak. She was a little angry and unreasonable, "...Why are you so angry? Is that the case?"
Xu Qingchan closed her eyes, "Don't run to me when you have nothing to do. It's better to memorize more lines while you have this time."
"Don't worry about it."
After being told that, Yang Wanwan stopped running in front of her. When driving back, Xu Qingchan reflected on herself and felt that her reaction today was a bit too much.
It should be more calm and not scare her so much at all.
She has always paid attention to her emotions and wanted to be a gentle and easy-going person who would not let anyone affect her mood.
Calm.
She likes this word so much and hopes she can become such a person.
But she can ignore other things, and she really can't control herself if her sleep is disturbed.
"well……"
She exhaled softly and reflected deeply on herself.
Sister Hong's call came in.
"Qingchan, is it over with the crew?"
"Well, it's over, I'm driving back."
"Don't go back to the apartment. Come to Lishangsidu. The boss is back. Everyone in the company will be here to pick him up tonight."