CH 40.2

How professional is Jiang Zhao, he managed his expression in two seconds, with a very indifferent look: “What do you want to buy? vegetable?”

Xiao Siye walked up to him and picked up the cart: “Let’s simply make four dishes and one soup. You can also buy more dishes and make them later in the evening.”

“Simple”?

Jiang Zhao could suppress the shock in his eyes: “You actually learned to cook, right?”

Xiao Siye nodded solemnly: “Ah, in fact, I graduated from a culinary school, and the one who went to the film school is my twin brother.”

Jiang Zhao narrowed his eyes: “It’s weird that I think you’re quite serious, but you’ve become so arrogant when we are really alone.”

Xiao Siye: “…Huh?”

His eyes flickered: “Do you have an impression of what I learned?”

Jiang Zhaofei glanced at him: “Nonsense. How can I have an impression of you?”

Back then, in the acting department of the Film Academy, where strange-looking people gathered, the people that people saw, at first sight, were him and Xiao Siye.

After a pause, Jiang Zhao added: “… I’m complimenting you.”

However, seeing that Xiao Siye had already held back his smile, his eyes were curled up, he suddenly leaned over to Jiang Zhao’s ear, and said in a low voice, “Understood, you’re impressive too.”

Jiang Zhao’s breathing stagnated for a second, and then he pushed him away by pressing his side face: “You said it was too hot, right?”

Noisily, he bought all the ingredients for cooking and finally he went to the snack area.

Jiang Zhao rarely eats these high-calorie foods, but he likes them.

He stood in front of a dazzling array of snacks, rolled his Adam’s apple, and only shallowly picked two low-calorie small cakes: “Okay, let’s go.”

Xiao Siye lifted and grabbed his wrist: “Wait a minute.”

Jiang Zhao looked back at him, but saw that he had walked all the way to the beverage area, searching carefully on the shelves.

The shopping guide next to him immediately greeted him: “Sir, what are you looking for?”

Xiao Siye suddenly saw something and smiled: “Please help me with a box, thank you.”

Jiang Zhao followed his fingers and saw the Arctic Ocean in the glass bottle on the shelf just as he remembered it. As soon as he opened the lid, he could smell the sweet oranges.

Jiang Zhao walked up to him, and a faint surprise flashed in his eyes: “You used to like drinking too?”

Xiao Siye blinked: “Well, I use to like it a lot and I miss it a bit. Let’s go back and have a drink together?”

Jiang Zhao worked hard and wanted to turn the corner of his mouth up, so he coughed very reservedly: “If I don’t accompany you, I will feel sorry for you.”

After buying the groceries and returning home, Xiao Siye really cooked four dishes and one soup with rice. The kitchen smelled enticing. Jiang Zhao only felt that he had never been so hungry in his life.

Xiao Siye was cooking over there, so Jiang Zhao took out all the messy drinks in the refrigerator, stuffed the bought vegetables in, and put the whole box of Arctic Ocean on ice.

He looked at the refrigerator that had changed from a bland drink cabinet to a dazzling array of refrigerators, and suddenly had a strange feeling – it seemed that such refrigerators were the way life should be.

Xiao Siye just brought out the last dish and greeted him, “It’s time to eat.”

On the dining table, the fish soup in the center was tumbled with thick white soup, and the other dishes were lined up around it. The braised meat was sugar-colored and it looks attractive. It’s the most common home-cooked dish, but just looking at it makes people hold down their chopsticks.

Jiang Zhao tasted every dish, and Xiao Siye clenched his chopsticks, but smiled faintly on the surface: “How does it taste?”

Jiang Zhao swallowed the food, looked at Xiao Siye, and was delighted: “From now on, I will designate you as the head chef of the Imperial Kitchen.”

Xiao Siye looked relaxed and gave him a slap in the face: “This minister follows the order.”

The two movie stars were so addicted to the show that they cleaned up the dishes on the table.

Jiang Zhao originally thought that he was not the type to eat a lot. After eating, he had to struggle on the treadmill for a long time to maintain his figure, but Xiao Siye was far more exaggerated than him, even the small half bowl of rice that Jiang Zhao hadn’t finished eating. , was also cleaned up very naturally by him.

“Diligence and thrift are virtues.” Emperor Xiao took his bowl, which was quite righteous.

Jiang Zhao, who liked leftovers since childhood, didn’t hear it and ran to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

The tradition at his home with Mrs. Xu and Old Jiang was like this. If the nanny and auntie were there, the cook would do the dishes, and the eater would clean up after the meal. This is also the only housework that Jiang Zhao is good at.

The afternoon sun came in lazily from the window, and the interior was warm because of the heating. Jiang Zhao just came out of the kitchen and yawned lazily, like a satisfied cat.

“Where are you going this afternoon?” Jiang Zhao sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and picked a movie at random.

Xiao Siye just finished replying to a message. Hearing the words, he said, “There is something going on over there, I need to go.”

Jiang Zhao nodded, followed by pulling a pillow and started watching a movie.

After Xiao Siye negotiated over there, when he looked up, he saw that the pair of affectionate eyes had already closed, the curled eyelashes trembled gently with his breathing, and the sunlight swept across the end of his eyes, jumping on the eyelashes.

Xiao Siye held his breath.

He leaned a little, but after only a few centimeters forward, he restrained himself and stopped.

After a while, he looked at Jiang Zhao’s sleeping profile and sighed softly.

…why do you lack vigilance?

–

After Jiang Zhao woke up, Xiao Siye had already left.

He blinked in confusion, got up, and the thin blanket he was wearing fell off the sofa.

He picked it up and looked at it. He didn’t have an impression. It should have been covered by Xiao Siye as well.

That day, Xiao Siye left and didn’t come back. Jiang Zhao successfully cooked a pot and a cabbage according to the recipe on the Internet, and chose takeout in the evening.

In the following week, Xiao Siye came to Jiang Zhao’s house several times.

Sometimes he came to cook, sometimes he brought Sister over and let Jiang Zhao suck cats. When there were more than ten days before the Chinese New Year, Jiang Zhao received a message that Han Tingfeng was going to be deported.

The Han family’s vitality was damaged during this period. Even if Han Tingfeng went back, his crimes would be enough to discredit him, and he would have to face the sanctions of foreign laws.

Jiang Zhao knew that he would really not come back this time.

–

Airport.

Han Tingfeng stepped off the plane with a sullen face. There were noises from other passengers around him. He could hear it with all his ears, like a ghost that would die as soon as it appeared in the sun.

He has already made plans, he has some of his interpersonal relationships, and his lawyers are good enough, then even if no one will help him, and he is still illustrious. violinist.

Carrying his luggage, he got into a taxi gloomily, and the sturdy man in a baseball cap who was driving gave him a whistle: “Hey brother, where are you going?”

Han Tingfeng also raised his head and reported an address, but the driver didn’t move, and instead said to him, “Brother, I’ll show you something good.”

Han Tingfeng looked at him suspiciously. The next second, a small can suddenly appeared in the driver’s hand, spewing a string of unpleasant gas at him.

When Han Tingfeng opened his eyes again, he was already lying in an abandoned warehouse.

Several street gangsters in sloppy clothes were surrounding him with a smile, one of them was holding a machete and said to him, “I heard that you are a very good musician? Someone bought yours with a $100,000.”

Han Tingfeng’s pupils trembled. He wanted to get up but found that his limbs were all nailed to the ground by iron rings.

“Wait…wait!” Seeing that those people were about to come forward, Han Tingfeng hurriedly shouted, “He gave the money, and I will give it too! I’ll pay double! For you, let me go! !”

The gangster raised his eyebrows: “Really?”

The machete stabbed to the ground with a slash and sank directly into the ground a few centimeters deep.

If this kind of power falls on his finger, will his finger be left intact?

Han Tingfeng’s eyes were about to split: “Really! Really! I’m rich, I can give you a lot of money, as long as you let me go…”

The gangsters all around suddenly burst into laughter, and one of them pointed his middle finger at him: “Don’t you know, musician, you’re finished! I was told that your company in China will go bankrupt in a short period of time, and. “…”

He showed his white teeth: “I don’t dare to not listen to the boss, and I have to take pictures for a while.”

Han Tingfeng roared: “Who are you?! Let him out! I want to see him!!”

The thug who pretended to be driving a taxi came out: “You are the kind of guy who still wants to see me? I blame you for provoking someone who should be provoked. Okay, let him shut up.”

“The boss said that all his two legs and the middle leg should be abolished.”

There was a shrill cry from the warehouse, and after a long time, it suddenly disappeared.

And thousands of miles away, the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor connected to a trans-ocean phone call, his eyebrows were a bit more sullen, but he showed a bloody smile:

“well done.”

The light in the office is very good, but his expression was cold, shaking the glass of whisky with the same color as his eyes, like a beast dormant in the middle of the night, brewing in the darkness of malice.

The phone next to him suddenly rang again.

The moment he saw the caller, the coldness in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

His expression turned to a warm smile, like a breeze blowing across his face, his voice was low and gentle: “The gifts for my uncle and aunt are ready, I’ll go to your house first.”

Jiang Zhao coughed lightly: “You bring it every time… Wait, it’s dinner, it’s only two o’clock in the afternoon, what are you doing here so early?”

Xiao Siye blinked: “There’s nothing to do here, it’s too boring.”

Jiang Zhao: “…Oh.”

After hanging up, Jiang Zhao swiped Weibo while waiting for Xiao Siye, and suddenly saw a trending search: #When a person tells you that he is too bored? What does it mean?

He clicked in subconsciously, and saw this sentence in the first article of the hot comment:

“If he says he’s too bored and wants to come to you, he’s saying ‘I miss you’.”