no way

Yanjiang Hecai has bought solidly, so he has the right to stock up.So it became a big bag and a small bag, and he and Zhang Cong struggled with their four hands.

Neither of them had their keys in their hands, and it was Yan Jianghe who stretched out his toes and knocked on the door.

When Yan Tao came to open the door, he couldn't help being stunned: "You..."

The two entered the kitchen one after the other and put down the food in their hands.

Mr. Feng didn't quite understand, he didn't say anything about the antecedent, so Yan Tao looked at Zhang Cong, and really couldn't understand what the situation was now.He looked at Yan Jianghe again: "You are in a hurry, are you picking up someone to buy food?"

"Ah." Yan Jianghe suddenly laughed, "Yes, I went shopping."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Tao: "..."

Yan Jianghe slapped Zhang Cong on the back and motioned him to call someone: "This is my dad."

"……uncle."

"Hey." Yan Tao smiled, "Zhang Cong, I don't know if you have any impressions. We met once before. It's just that we didn't have time to talk that time."

"..." Zhang Cong nodded silently, thinking that he was too impressed.He was punched by Tang Fuxing's naivety on the side of the road, and it happened that Yan Jianghe and Yan Tao appeared.Yan Tao was still holding Yan Laicai in his arms.

"Dad, you can stay for lunch at noon. Make it lively for the old man." Yan Jianghe smiled, "Although he can't get out of bed lying on his stomach, it's good to hear some movement."

Yan Tao frowned: "Can you speak well, Zhang Cong is still here."

"It's here, it's not something rare." Yan Jianghe glanced at Zhang Cong, "Let's cook."

Zhang Cong paused, then turned around and entered the kitchen.

Yan Tao asked Yan Jianghe in surprise, "This kid cooks?"

Yan Jianghe looked at Zhang Cong's back, and his mood eased a lot: "Yes, Dad, don't look at his perfect virtue, he can do it."

Yan Tao was helpless, he was quite easy-going, and he couldn't do unreasonable bastard things.And Yan Jiang is more like Zhou Pingnan, with a violent habit, and that uncle's attitude is very troublesome for a while.

Yan Tao disagreed and said, "Find a restaurant and order a few dishes to be delivered. If it's Chinese New Year, why don't you send a child to cook?"

This is really not true.

Who knows why Yan Jiang is not happy, he turned his face to look at his own father: "What's wrong with cooking? It's the Chinese New Year, why don't you ask your children to do some work?"

Yan Tao was stunned.

Yan Jianghe didn't care, walked into the kitchen, poked his head in, and started to hate: "Hey, Zhang Congcong."

"..." Zhang Cong was holding an iron pot in his hand.He turned his head to meet Yan Jianghe's gaze.

Yan Jianghe was smiling. If it had been done before, Zhang Cong would have thought about knocking the pot in his face on his face.But now, he can't touch that kind of thought at all, which is quite amazing.

Zhang Cong put the pot on the stove and lit it up: "What's wrong?"

"Make a few more dishes." Yan Jianghe took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "Can you cook something more complicated for Chinese New Year?"

He enslaves teenagers to addiction: "I bought fresh pork ribs, are the sweet and sour pork ribs good?"

Yan Jianghe brought sweet and sour pork ribs to Zhang Cong on New Year's Day, and there was no one left in his memory: "You don't know how to find recipes for you. You watch videos all day to study, and your learning ability should be good, just..."

Yan Jianghe lowered his head and poked his mobile phone, and picked up the practice of sweet and sour pork ribs on Baidu.

Zhang Cong poured oil into the pot, rolled his eyes around, and saw a small bag of ribs.He sighed, took a step forward, and gently pushed Yan Jianghe's shoulder: "I'll check it myself, you go out first."

Yan Jianghe blinked, but didn't move: "Fry another fish? Let's braise it in brown sauce."

Yan Jianghe: "Do you want me to help you?"

"..." Zhang Cong's eyelids hurt from what he said, and the oil in the pot was sizzling and crackling.

The small kitchen is so narrow that it is difficult for Yan Jianghe to get in.But Zhang Cong suddenly realized some kind of hint - it was Chinese New Year in this small kitchen.It's the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month in this small kitchen.

He is crazy.

"No need." Zhang Cong lowered his eyes, "You go out first."

"All right. Call me if you need to, so that my dad won't say I'm bullying children." Yan Jianghe curled his lips, "He will talk to my mom when he goes back, and I will be criticized again."

After Yan Jianghe finished speaking, he left the kitchen.

Zhang Cong put all the chili peppers, onion, ginger, and garlic into the pot, tossed them with a shovel, and soon smelled the aroma.He was a little confused.

Yan Jianghe, who was outside, entered the back room, which made Mr. Feng feel relieved.He didn't say anything, and Mr. Feng didn't ask any further questions. ——When you’re old, you really can’t care about anything.

Yan Jianghe went out of the house, sat on the stool, looked at the cold oden in hand, and took out a bunch of fish balls from it to eat.

It was cold and not tasty at all.So he simply swept the whole bowl into the trash can.

Yan Jiang He Xin thought: "Zhang Cong's bastard is carrying rough, he should be fine."

It's a pity that he sighed in a low breath, stretched out his hand to rest his chin, and yawned so sleepy that he couldn't suppress the "distressed" turtle.He thought again: "'Should' be bullshit?"

Yan Tao has been staying with Mr. Feng in the room, and the two old men are talking about some family issues.Yan Jianghe didn't bother to listen, so as not to scold his upper body.He was so bored sitting outside, originally wanted to sleep on his stomach for a while, but Zhang Cong was too inhuman, it started from the kitchen, filled the room with his fragrance, Yan Jianghe was seduced and his appetite was empty and itchy, how could he fall asleep .

He was very hungry, so the cheap problem would follow the trend, and he would not stay in a spacious place, so he insisted on doing nothing but going to the small kitchen to gather energy.

What's more, when the sweet and sour pork ribs came out of the pot, Yan Jianghe quickly washed his hands and used two fingers to pinch a piece from the plate and send it to his mouth.

He was scalded to the tip of his tongue, licking his teeth, his mouth was full of hot sweet taste.Yan Jianghe nodded, and had no choice but to praise: "Fine, it can really be made, it's delicious."

Zhang Cong watched him spit bones into the trash can, and his scalp became loose immediately.The old range hood is useless, and it can't eat much smoke even if it is whistling.Yan Jianghe's eyebrows and eyes were covered with a layer of fragrant dry mist.

Zhang Cong stirred the small milk pot in front of him with a spoon, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"Let's steal it." Yan Jianghe said it as it should be.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Jianghe stretched his head away from Zhang Cong's side, and looked down at the pot: "What did you make a small pot for?"

Zhang Cong was silent for a moment, he didn't really understand.Where does the feeling of "down-to-earth" come from now?Let's not talk about what he has experienced since last night, just say that he has lived for 18 years, and such times are rare.

The filth and bitterness that belonged to him, which originally drenched his head and face, seemed to be far away at this moment, and the dust settled together with the heaviness in his chest, isolated in another lifetime.

Zhang Cong seemed to have changed his mind suddenly, and he was a new man lightly.

Zhang Cong thought about it, and finally believed that all his weirdness, including the hypocritical "safety", and the illusion of "New Year" and "home" were all due to Yan Jianghe.Lai Yanjiang is a piece of dog skin plaster, stuck in his rotten life.

Zhang Cong: "Rice paste. I made it for the old man. I put a little less brown sugar, so he should be able to drink a few sips."

Yan Jianghe stood behind Zhang Cong for a while, then turned around and came out with a spoon.He reached into the pot to pick a piece, blew and drank until his stomach said, "It's so soft, it smells so good."

Zhang Cong: "..."

This person has not been beaten and disabled until now, it is really kind from the heavens.That's why he was able to do such a good thing, competing with a sick old man for a sick meal.

Yan Jianghe stretched out his hand to fan the smoke in front of him, and said, "I can get an apron for you to cook with in the future."

Zhang Cong finally couldn't take it anymore.He turned off the fire and quickly pulled out a large bowl.He picked up the fruit basket that Yan Tao had brought before, and washed a bowl full of mixed fruit.

Zhang Cong stuffed the fruit into Yan Jianghe's arms: "Go out and eat the fruit, don't come in again."

Yan Jianghe looked down, the stupefied grapes under his eyelids were waiting for him.Satisfied, he finally had something to do, sent some to the back room, and went outside to crack grapes.

Zhang Cong greeted Mr. Feng first.Yan Tao was really surprised when he saw the bowl of rice paste.From his face to the little things he knew about, Zhang Cong could not be regarded as a good boy who can cook.Sure enough, people are multifaceted.

Mr. Feng was especially generous.It may be Chinese New Year, or it may be that he is happy because there are many people in his family.He ate all of the small bowl of rice paste, but he couldn't slip anymore.There was still some left in the pot, and when Zhang Cong carried the bowl into the kitchen from Feng's old house, he found...the bottom of the pot was empty.

Zhang Cong went outside to look at Yan Jianghe, and saw Yan Jianghe holding a bowl in his hand, looking up and snoring from drinking.

"..." Zhang Cong didn't know what to say, so he gave up and went back to the kitchen to continue working.

Dinner will be served in a short while.Zhang Cong made four dishes and one soup.Two meat and two vegetables.Yan Tao glanced at it and praised: "Amazing."

"That's right. I said he can do it." Yan Jianghe sat down, and he didn't have a good sentence to compliment him, "The appearance is also good. As expected, people with artistic talents are capable."

After he finished speaking, he picked up a spare rib and put it in Zhang Cong's bowl: "Thank you, chef."

Zhang Cong breathed lightly, lowered his head and gnawed on the ribs.

The door of Mr. Feng's room was open, and the old man's laughter came from inside.Yan Tao looked at the two bears opposite him and was also happy.He probably had a premonition—the house would be more lively in the future.

Zhang Cong cooked a really good meal.Although it is not as tasty as a restaurant, it is very qualified for home cooking.Yan Tao has praised him countless times, and he almost gave him a thumbs up.

After eating, Yan Tao went to sit in Old Feng's room for a while, and when Old Feng fell asleep, he was ready to leave.

Yan Jianghe saw him off at the door: "Take a taxi and leave by yourself. I'll go back to have dinner at night."

"Okay. Then I'll go." Yan Tao nodded, and then looked at Zhang Cong behind him. Zhang Cong had a bag of garbage in his hand, and he was probably going to go downstairs to throw it away.

Zhang Cong pursed his lower lip: "Goodbye, uncle."

"Goodbye." Yan Tao turned around, and just about to open the door to go out, Yan Jianghe stopped him again.

Yan Jianghe snatched the garbage from Zhang Cong's hand: "Hey dad, you put the garbage down."

Looking at his empty hand, Zhang Cong was dazed again.This kind of fragment that often happened in "home" ran on him again.here we go again.Yan Jianghe downplays the strong medicine, forcing him back to life and hallucinations.

"Okay." Yan Tao took the garbage bag and stepped out of the threshold.

"By the way, Dad, wait a little longer." Yan Jianghe glanced at Zhang Cong, and followed Yan Tao out. He closed the door and whispered in Yan Tao's ear, "Do me a favor. Take a detour on the way back , see if there is a cake shop open, and buy a cake for me. If it doesn’t work, go to the hotel and ask for one. Smaller, eight inches is enough.”

Yan Tao was about to ask why, but Yan Jianghe said in a softer voice, "Today is Zhang Cong's birthday."

"today?"

"Hush." ​​Yan Jianghe quickly waved his hand.

Yan Tao opened his eyes wide and peeked in through the crack of the thin door. When he saw Zhang Cong bending over to sweep the floor with a broom, he also lowered his voice: "You didn't say it earlier...I know."