Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

At zero o'clock on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, Song Xiaowu updated a bilingual status on his "a kitchen" account: "28, post noodles", predicting that there will be a new activity of making pasta in the store during the day, with a limit of 20 people.

Before the comment was refreshed, a call came in from the mobile phone. Song Xiaowu saw that it was Xu Shishan.

Song Xiaowu didn't really want to pick him up. Xu Shishan is also a Huaxia student. He came to teach dumpling making when "One Kitchen" first opened, and he was in a group with Song Xiaowu. , just go to the store to participate in activities more, and you can also have some friendship.

Song Xiaowu sighed, for suitors, he used to be embarrassed and avoid suspicion, but he didn't feel overwhelmed with dealing with it, but now the closer he is to his goal, the more he fears wasting a moment of time.

Haste makes waste.He recited this sentence silently to himself, and then found that the ringing of the phone had stopped at some point. Xu Shishan sent a message: "Can I still get a spot? I have already boasted in front of my friends that I want to show my hand." Additional two Poor expression.

Song Xiaowu had no choice but to reply politely, promising to reserve two places for him.

After replying to the message, I went to the webpage and saw that many people had already sent private messages to make reservations. Song Xiaowu made a rough calculation and found that the number far exceeded the number of 20 people, so he had to accept the first order in chronological order, and quickly forwarded the news just now , Notifying that the number of people is full, when looking back, several of the customers who have settled down have sent deposits in unison.

He smiled, rubbed his eyes, and washed his hands again, ready to make a face.Daniel, the night owl next to him, was uncharacteristically packing various jam fillings into boxes and yawning: "I really can't imagine that it would be so hard to organize an event."

Song Xiaowu said in the tone of someone who has been here: "You only treat it as a festival activity, so let's do it this time. When I was in Xiaguo, I got up in the early morning like this every day, mixed noodles with stuffing, wrapped them in a steamer, and still insisted on it." gone?"

He originally wanted to use the hard work of the working people to influence Daniel's heart that has been corrupted by capitalism for too long, but as he talked, Song Xiaowu couldn't help laughing: How is it like a miserable long-term worker complaining about the suffering of being oppressed by Zhou? encounter?

But in fact, that encounter did not show suffering at all, and how much he missed his "Zhou Papi".

His, probably still his?Song Xiaowu prayed cruelly that Li Tianqi would not meet someone who was tempted, a suitable person, and a person who could tolerate him, so he stood still and waited for him.

Don't hold someone's hand, turn around and walk away.

I don't know if it's because the dough fermented slowly in winter, or the foreign yeast was not authentic enough. When the event officially started at [-] o'clock, the dough that had been mixed for a long time was considered to be similar.

Song Xiaowu secretly rejoiced that he was not encouraged by Daniel before, so he squinted for a while, cleared his throat, and told everyone how to make two kinds of Chinese pastries, one is the red date osmanthus cake that his grandmother would make when he was young, and the other is arty and learned from the ancients. "Gold and Silver Flowers".

Song Xiaowu is a theoretical tutor, but in practice, Daniel is needed as a "teaching assistant".Nearly half of the guests are from Citigroup. Seeing Daniel doing it now, they feel a little more confident and let go of their arms to create.

When the finished product was out of the pan, Song Xiaowu took a picture of the pile of "cakes" in various shapes and sent them to his personal account, with the words that appeared in his mind from time to time throughout the day, " Every year."

New Year's Eve coincides with Western Valentine's Day.Song Xiaowu later realized that it was late at night on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month. He thought that he would face the fate of shining and glowing between Andrew and Daniel, but before he finished sighing, the phone rang.

It was a domestic number, and Song Xiaowu knew it was from Yao's house just by looking at it.

He thought it was Yao Jian, but he didn't expect it to be the old man, so he scolded him as soon as he opened his mouth: "After staying abroad for a long time, I also learned the foreign devil's words of independence! I don't need your greetings and concern. Your brother is married. You don't come back to see?"

Song Xiaowu was taken aback by what was said, thinking what's the matter with independence?It took a while to understand that Yao Jian was going to get married in May, and the old man blamed him for not going back.

The marriage of Yao's eldest son was naturally arranged by a special person, so why should he get involved?What's more, there are still three full months.Song Xiaowu knew that the old man was looking for a step by himself and told him to go back.

Song Xiaowu felt a little sour in his heart: he had to admit that in the past few years, he really cared too little about his father and elder brother.He could use the argument that the father and son had a stalemate before going abroad as an excuse, but after all, they are relatives, so how can anyone really hold grudges?It's just that one side needs to put on a thicker skin and get close to each other twice more, and it's over.He is a junior, he should have done this.

But he didn't.Even when she first called Yao Jian to come out for dinner, she hesitated, for fear of being rejected and making herself ashamed.

Clearly blood is thicker than water, because we have not been together for the past 20 years, we cannot help but be careful, deep down, there is a reservation.

Speaking of which, in all these years, he seems to have only exposed himself completely to Li Tianqi.As soon as this idea came out, Song Xiaowu felt a kind of shame and inexplicable regret in his heart.

He sat up from the bed, held the phone and said, "Dad, I'll check the nearest air ticket online."

The old man was silent for a while, and still said in the usual tone: "Do you still need to check?"

Twelve hours later, Song Xiaowu got into the car that Yao's family came to pick him up.

It gets dark early in winter, and Song Xiaowu is tired from flying, so he sleeps in the car, and when he opens his eyes again, the car has parked in the yard, and the old man and Yao Jian are standing in front of the car.

"Father." Song Xiaowu quickly stood up and opened the car door.

But the old man ignored him, turned his head and said to Yao Jian, "I didn't ask you to stop his money!"

Before Yao Jian could speak, Song Xiaowu hurried over to argue for him: "I've saved all the money my elder brother sent me."

The old man glared at him, and said in a firm tone, "Didn't you take responsibility for your own affairs? You have only been out for a few years, and you have made it like this! Are you deliberately showing pity in front of me?"

Song Xiaowu was dumbfounded.He really didn't think there was anything pitiful about his appearance that could be sold.It is indeed a bit tight to rely on scholarships and occasional network promotions for living expenses, but he did not deal with it casually. He wears small brands of good quality and is thick enough.He thought about it, at most it was a little flesh missing on his face, but it wasn't because of his starvation—the life was his own, so it didn't matter if he was a little frugal, but he couldn't have the mentality of making do with it.This was what Li Tianqi taught him when he was a child.

He was dazed for a moment, but he missed the change in the old man's expression: "Okay, let's go in."

The festive atmosphere at home is not the same as that of foreign countries.The youngest son came back, and the old man was still happy in his heart. He didn't even mind Mrs. Yao being invited back to drink the full moon wine for his grandnephew, so the atmosphere at the dinner table was not bad.

The father and son chatted for a while about Song Xiaowu's life and study, and they were all limited to the present, without mentioning the future. The reunion is rare, and both parties are unwilling to affect the current atmosphere because of the contradiction that is difficult to reach an agreement in the short term.

The old man was getting old, so he didn't stay up to watch the night, leaving the two brothers sitting in the living room.Evening shows on TV are still unattractive, but they still seem to be taken for granted as background sound for many years.

Song Xiaowu peeled and boiled chestnuts, while chatting with Yao Jian. Compared with the old man, he and Yao Jian have not only met each other in recent years, but also made several overseas phone calls, so they can talk about each other. The content is slightly richer.

Song Xiaowu didn't ask Yao Jian about his marriage.He had never heard the other party talk about this before, and now that he suddenly got the news, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, most likely he was marrying a lady, and the emphasis was on the right family and good looks. It seemed that there was nothing he should do as a younger brother questioned.

However, he tilted his head and glanced at Yao Jian: I didn't feel it on the phone, but it was only after meeting in person that I vaguely realized that eldest brother seems to be a little gentler than before?If I had to find a word to describe it, it would be like, flesh and blood?