Chu Zihang was awakened by the sweet smell of sugar-osmanthus. He opened his eyes and saw a pair of dark eyes full of cleverness and eccentricity close at hand. They were a pair of eyes belonging to a beautiful girl. From there,
Seeing their own reflections so clearly, the distance between them now would make them kiss like Sleeping Beauty or murder their husbands with a pillow in their eyes in traditional TV dramas.
Lying flat on the bed, it took less than a second for Chu Zihang to recognize who this beautiful face was, and he let go of the sharp cold iron in his sleeves with an expressionless expression.
The owner of the pupils seemed a little surprised by his awakening, but his excellent emotional control allowed him to immediately suppress his surprise. He calmly shook the spoon placed in front of his nose and said, "Brother, speak up.
Take your medicine."
Chu Zihang pushed Xia Mi's wrist away and put the spoon filled with Tremella soup back into the soup bowl. He sat up from the bed, lifted the quilt and looked around. After making sure that there was no third party, he said,
"How will you be here."
"Prisoner No. 9527 is out! You have an application for prison visit!" Xia Mi read out the order to Chu Zihang pretending to be serious, "Your relatives have brought you Tremella soup, and I order you to drink it on the spot and not to waste it!"
Chu Zihang looked at the bowl in Xia Mi's hand. There was indeed Tremella soup in it. This was also the source of the sweet smell he suddenly smelled while resting. Under special circumstances, he usually slept very lightly.
The proximity of irritating factors will wake him up. Putting a spoonful of tremella soup with sugared osmanthus in front of his nose is like letting him smell smelling salts directly.
But even so, Chu Zihang still took another look at Xia Mi. He woke up because of the scent of sugar-osmanthus. If Xia Mi didn't play a prank, would he have never been able to notice that such a big living person was approaching?
This idea just passed through his mind briefly without thinking about it deeply. For the time being, he just thought that he was a little careless after falling asleep and relaxing after being stretched all the time.
"Senior brother, do you want to drink Tremella Soup? It's specially made for you." Xia Mi, who was squatting on the withered yellow grass, put the bowl over and looked forward to it.
"Did you meet anyone else before me?" Chu Zihang asked, looking at the camera in the corner of the training warehouse without leaving any trace.
"You feel a little unhappy because you are not the first person to be taken care of by your junior sister?" Xia Mi said evilly.
"I'm not unhappy." Chu Zihang looked at the white fungus soup in his hand, paused and said, "I'm very happy, thank you."
This reaction is destined to disappoint Xia Mi. It really confirms the reputation of Chu Zihang in the academy. You can't treat a piece of wood with "tea in tea". A tall and excellent piece of wood is born with high-quality growth.
Tea leaves, but no tea leaves can eat the wood. The final result is either withered or picked away. The tea leaves are replaced again and again, but the wood is always the same one buried in the ground.
, the spring breeze blows the buds.
"It's not interesting." Xia Mi held his chin and looked at Chu Zihang who was holding the white fungus soup, "Quickly try it and comment on it!"
Chu Zihang scooped up a spoonful of Tremella soup and put it in front of his eyes, observed it, then sniffed it, and finally put it into his mouth to taste. The process was as professional as a food critic, but in Xia Mi's opinion, the big boy in front of him
Going through this process with this cold, paralyzed face is more like testing poison before a meal than appreciating delicious food.
"It tastes good, but I should have added too much sugar and sweet-scented osmanthus." Chu Zihang put down his spoon and commented.
"I asked you to comment, but you really took it seriously!" Xia Mi was very annoyed. He had to beat around the bush to get the other person to praise him, but it was as if he didn't understand!
"Did I say something wrong?" Chu Zihang was suddenly at a loss. He even flicked his tongue to taste the lingering sweetness in his mouth. According to his taste habits, this bowl of Tremella Soup indeed contained too much sugar and osmanthus.
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Normally, a bowl of Tremella soup with one-third of a spoonful of sugar and osmanthus would be sweet enough, but judging from the sweetness he tasted now, this bowl of Tremella soup contained at least a spoonful of sugar and osmanthus.
Although it is not overly sweet, the overall taste seems to overpower the sweet-scented osmanthus.
"Brother, if a girl comes to see you specially to make food for you, you shouldn't be so picky about the taste!" Xia Mi almost shouted, but he still raised his chin and looked at Chu Zihang and asked, "Really, how much food should I put in it?"
Is it enough? I should put more
How young is appropriate?"
"Have you ever tasted it?" Chu Zihang asked.
"No"
"Don't you ever taste the food you make?"
"Someone tasted it for me. In fact, he suggested that I put sugar osmanthus in it. There are quite a few kind-hearted people in the school."
"One-third of a standard silver spoon of sugar and osmanthus in a bowl of Tremella Soup is enough." Chu Zihang said.
"But Senior Brother Lu Mingfei said that the sweetness is just right. I even asked him how it was."
That's because he always eats sweet food... As soon as this sentence popped into his mind, Chu Zihang stopped, and the spoon in his hand was placed silently beside the bowl.
He suddenly realized that he subjectively thought that this bowl of Tremella soup had too much sweet-scented osmanthus, which was based on his strict control of sugar intake. In fact, the sweetness of this bowl of Tremella soup was not overpowering.
For example, Lu Mingfei thought it was just right.
Xia Mi said that someone else suggested she put the sugar osmanthus in the Tremella Soup, so the taste of the whole bucket of Tremella Soup was also based on that person's preference. Xia Mi just came to Kassel College and didn't know many people, not to mention the Tremella Soup and the
How many people can teach her about a purely Chinese niche dessert like sugar osmanthus in a traditional German school opened in the United States?
?As far as Chu Zihang knew, Lu Mingfei's food had always tasted sweet. The night he stayed up late in the coastal city waiting for the raid on Runde Building the next morning, he saw Lu Mingfei drinking coffee enthusiastically.
Adding sugar, he just wanted to say that if you don't like the bitter taste of coffee, you can actually drink milk tea. Then he turned around and saw Lin Nian passing by with a cup of Youlemei. Lu Mingfei ran over and took a sip and almost got double milk.
I was so overwhelmed by milk tea made with refined ingredients and sugar, and then I realized that Lin Nian always made double portions of milk tea because of his high physical exertion.
"How much white fungus soup have you made?" Chu Zihang asked.
"More than half a barrel, it's too heavy to carry."
Chu Zihang glanced at the thermos bucket and roughly understood that there were two other people whose activities were restricted like him. Su Xiaoqiang was the one he knew, and the other one was now definitely Lu Mingfei. Lin Nian was not among them.
So did you hide in anticipation of the investigation team’s actions?
"Why did it arrive at night?"
"Wow, senior brother, did you hear what you said in human language?" Xia Mi was shocked, but under Chu Zihang's gaze, he answered the question honestly, "The person who taught me how to make Tremella soup said that it should be done slowly and slowly.
Don't be impatient, otherwise it will burn. He also asked me to go to class in the afternoon, and he has friends with good skills who will personally help me watch the fire."
Chu Zihang nodded to show that he understood. He understood all the messages Lin Nian wanted to convey with this bowl of white fungus soup - although maybe even Xia Mi didn't realize the underlying meaning in it.
For some information, Xia Mi needed to force words into Lu Mingfei's mouth to make him understand the meaning. But in Chu Zihang's case, she didn't even prepare to do a stand-up comedy, and the other party had already figured out the current situation outside.
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"Aren't you going to see your brother?" Chu Zihang came back to his senses and looked up at Xia Mi and asked.
"Went there at noon."
"If you go at noon, why don't you go in the evening?" Chu Zihang didn't understand. He always felt that Xia Mi's attitude towards Xia Wang was a bit strange. If you want to say "cold", but every time Xia Mi talked about the past with Xia Wang,
She is always so heartwarming, but in all the details of reality, it is not difficult to see that this girl is a little careless towards her brother...it can even be said to be laissez-faire.
"That's what I'm saying... But he wants others to see him more than me, right?" Xia Mi said casually, tilting his head and looking out the window.
Chu Zihang suddenly understood when he looked at the expression on Xia Mi's side face, and also looked out the window... He specially chose to visit at night. Is Lin Nian ready to take action tonight?
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Garden of Eden, Beeson House.
Lin Nian stood in front of another electronically locked iron door. Before swiping the door with his black card, he knocked on the door three times long and three short according to the code given to him by Xia Mi, and then opened the door.
As soon as he opened the door, he met a pair of blue eyes. Xia Wang was standing at the door waiting for him. The moment he saw Lin Nian, his eyes welled up with visible joy.
Seeing himself so happy? Lin Nian didn't understand where Xia Wang's joy came from, so he couldn't think that he had brought him potato chips, right? But it was a pity that he only came to deliver white fungus soup today, not potato chips.
It is a snack that makes noise when squeezed, making it difficult to sneak in.
Before he could speak, Xia Wang took his hand and led him inside. He followed the boy into the room and was taken all the way inside.
"Are you hungry?" Lin Nian picked up the thermos bucket in his hand and said, "I brought you white fungus soup. Your sister said you like to eat sweet things. Not eating all the time will hurt your stomach. I heard your sister said
Your physical condition is not good to begin with, and if you don't eat all the time, you will easily get into trouble."
Lin Nian put down the thermos bucket and opened it to serve him the white fungus soup. Before he handed the bowl out, he found that the other person handed him a bowl first.
He looked down and was stunned. It was half a bowl of cold Yangzhou fried rice.
Xia Wang handed the bowl to Lin Nian, "Would you like to eat?"
Lin Nian took the half bowl of rice. Looking at the way the rice was completely cold, it was not difficult to guess that it was the leftovers he had eaten when Xia Mi came to see him at noon...or that it was specially left behind.
This guy didn't think he was locked up with him, right? He was worried that he would starve without eating, so he deliberately kept half of the food brought by his sister who thought he was "safe" for himself? Now he finally sees it
When I was at peace with myself, I dug out the stored food to feed myself as soon as possible.
...What is this? Do you think of yourself as a cub with the same mother? How long has the friendship between them been? Is it more than half a month?
"I'm... not too hungry." Lin Nian took the bowl, but still did not choose to eat the cold fried rice.
Xia Wang hesitated for a while after seeing Lin Nian refuse, then made up his mind and ran back to the bed, turned over a few times, and finally dug out a bag of original potato chips and handed it to Lin Nian, "This is delicious, but don't
After you finish eating, save some."
Lin Nian could see that Xia Wang's eyes were full of reluctance. He took the picture silently, guessing that these were the snacks that Xia Mi brought him at noon. He still remembered that he went to the supermarket when he first met him.
Lizuo was getting other people's potato chips, and he seemed to really like puffed food.
Lin Nian tore open the potato chips and symbolically took one in his mouth to crush it. He handed the bowl with the white fungus soup over and said, "Okay, I'll eat it, and you should drink the soup too."
Xiawang saw Lin Nian eating potato chips, then he took the bowl and started eating.
Lin Nian didn't say a word. He just presented Xiawang with bowl after bowl of white fungus soup. After feeding him and burping on the bed, Lin Nian slowly put away the thermos bucket and bowls.
Xia Wang sat on the bed and watched Lin Nian put away the dishes. It was not until finally Lin Nian was about to leave that he said with a hint of reluctance, "Are you leaving?"
"We still have business to do tonight." Lin Nian said calmly, "Don't worry about me and your sister, you just have to eat every meal." He then added, "I will come again tomorrow.
Eat the potato chips when you should. Don't keep them like treasures. I will bring them to you, or just ask your sister to bring them to you."
Xia Wang looked at Lin Nian and nodded to show that he understood. He sat quietly on the bed and watched Lin Nian leave with the thermos bucket.
After closing the door behind him and blocking Xia Wang's sight, Lin Nian's shoulders gradually relaxed.
I don't know why being stared at by Xia Wang always makes Lin Nian a little uncomfortable. He feels like he is being roasted by a warm stove. Although the heat is very comfortable, it makes him a little uncomfortable now. He even said
... panic?
"In general, I became a father and a mother all at once. I was unprepared, so I was naturally upset and at a loss." The blond girl leaned close to Lin Nian's ear and leaned against his back and said with a smile.
Hearing the familiar teasing voice, Lin Nian subconsciously raised his hand to pinch the elusive little ghost girl's face from below, but the person behind him deftly dodged it, spinning and dodging like a ballet, and moved to the side.
Leaning against a wall out of reach.
Lin Nian turned his head and looked at this little bitch who deserved to be hung up and beaten. The look he gave with his blank eyes probably meant he was silently questioning her why she suddenly popped out. She couldn't just be greedy for a piece of the Tremella soup.
Soup?
"What, it's okay
Can't you come out and say hello?" The blond girl, who was still dressed in light white clothes and looked shining brightly under the white light in the corridor, greeted Lin Nian with a smile, "Good evening, my dear."
Lin Nian ignored her witticism and silently began to prepare in his heart, because past experiences told him that if the blond girl suddenly jumped out without warning, something must have happened.