I don't dance with this pot [food]

Yang Ziwei's heartbeat stopped suddenly.

"Chenliang!"

"Den!" The knife hit something, and there was a loud bang, Yang Ziwei rushed over in fright.

The knife stabbed shockingly on the cutting board. It was a cutting board as hard as a stone. It was so hard that a crack was cut. If this knife cut on a person, it would be terrible.

Fortunately, it was only the chopping board that was chopped.

"You really... scared me." Yang Ziwei heaved a sigh of relief, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

"Why are you here?" The voice was so cold that there was no warmth, and Chen Liang raised his head absentmindedly.

"I saw your text message, and I'm sorry to hear such news." Yang Ziwei said, "I know you worked hard..."

"Please don't say any more." Chen Liang pulled out the sharp knife and rubbed it with the dishcloth repeatedly, over and over again, making a toothache. The word "hard work" is a naked irony. No amount of hard work can compare to the chef's words. What's the use of hard work?

Yang Ziwei stopped talking, he knew that Chen Liang was expressing his emotions with the silent movement of wiping the knife - he was very irritable and angry.

Yang Ziwei felt even more uncomfortable and panicked. He inquired about the results of the activity before he came, and when he heard the unbelievably low score, he knew there was something tricky.He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and always felt that if he didn't say anything, Chen Liang would go crazy: "I can see all your sacrifices. Chen Liang, you are not accepted here, why don't you try to follow the path that suits you?" What about development? Actually, you are good at Chinese food, aren’t you?”

Chen Liang propped his hands on the kitchen counter, staring at the freshly made chicken salad in front of him in a daze, without speaking.

"Standing on a stage that suits you to show yourself, and staying unknown where it doesn't suit you, which is more worthy of your development?" Yang Ziwei saw Chen Liang's expressionless expression, and the indescribable feeling became stronger. If it wasn't for Chen Liang If he has a phobia, he must shake Chen Liang awake and tell him that there are still many ways to go and chase in the future!

Chen Liang still didn't speak, he picked up the spoon stiffly, scooped up a spoonful of chicken salad, the neatly cut chicken was wrapped in milky white salad dressing, the color was pale compared to the incandescent lamp above his head.His hand trembled unconsciously, and he had to use both hands to stabilize it, and then slowly poured it into his mouth.

"Bang!" He threw the whole plate of chicken salad to the ground, and the broken porcelain reflected his painful expression.

Unpalatable, unpalatable, unpalatable!

This is the worst western food he has ever made!

"Chen Liang, calm down." Yang Ziwei was frightened, he was completely different from the usually indifferent Chen Liang, "There is something to be handled properly, and this out-of-control way can't solve anything. This is not at all like usual of you."

Chen Liang closed his eyes deeply, his chest heaving up and down violently.Not like the usual him?Then how can he be like the usual him, calmly ignore, or silently accept?

He didn't understand how he had offended Fang Zhengguo, and the heavens wanted to give him such a blow.He can accept his own shortcomings and accept fair criticism, but he cannot accept what he has exhausted his mind and efforts to make, and is ruthlessly rejected and ridiculed by others.

He is very angry.The result of his hard work did not get the appreciation he expected, so he began to hate Western food, and he began to be unable to cook food that satisfied him.He tried to regain his senses, but the lost soul never came back, and the dishes he made were tasteless and horrible-see, the food in the trash can was the victim of his lost soul.

"Did you know? The food critic Wang Jing met last time has already written a report recommending the cafeteria and you. If the company recommends you as an excellent employee, I believe your development prospects will be brighter. There is no need to hang yourself On a tree." Yang Ziwei persuaded worriedly, "I hope you don't question your ability because of this, you just didn't come across a good opportunity."

"Please let me be quiet." Chen Liang was very annoyed, he didn't want to hear these beautiful words of comfort at all!Compared to these, he wanted to hear news such as Fang Zhengguo's dismissal.

Yang Ziwei left helplessly and sadly. He asked Chen Liang to contact him if necessary, and he would definitely come as soon as possible.

Chen Liang had no intention of calling at all, he just wanted to be quiet.

It happened that someone was ignorant of current affairs and called to harass her.

"Aren't you hungry? I'll treat you to supper. Don't worry. I'm a generous person. I won't just treat you to a drink of water."

Before Chen Liang could speak, a beating sound came from the opposite side.

Who else could have this unique tone besides Qiu Hanyu?

Chen Liang's mood has not recovered yet, so he replied coldly: "Don't eat."

The other side was silent for a few seconds, and seemed to sense something was wrong with Chen Liang, and suddenly replied with an irrelevant sentence: "I think it will rain tonight."

Chen Liang was puzzled: "What?"

"God was very angry. It was the first time he saw someone who didn't love him so much. He didn't eat supper when he was hungry. He decided to express his anger by blowing strong wind and rain."

Chen Liang was really defeated by Qiu Hanyu, he was obviously not the one who was hungry, but he spoke as if he was hungry.Forget it, it's good to eat something to relax, he didn't eat anything at night.

"Go."

"You're off work, aren't you?" Qiu Hanyu grinned, holding his phone between his shoulders, and put on his coat, "Don't go to my car, you're too dark, I can't find you if you walk around."

The heart throbbed inexplicably, it was obviously a very common joke, but Chen Liang felt very nostalgic.A long time ago, his gentle mother touched his head and said softly, "Don't walk around, or I won't find you."

"I won't go," Chen Liang said sourly, "I'm right here."

In the same way, different scenes and people are different.

Chen Liang suddenly had the urge to cry, if he was a child, he would be crying in his mother's arms now, telling his grievances and pain, but he is not a child, he even lost his mother.He can only comfort himself in this lonely night that everything will pass and everything will be fine.

"Hey, hey, are you still here? Are you here, leaning on my car? I said don't lean on me, it's very dusty, and it hasn't been washed for a long time," Qiu Hanyu interjected at the right time, " Yes, I'm talking about you, not the car, don't dirty my precious car. Get in the elevator, let's talk later. "

The sadness that Chen Liang had just brewed was immediately washed away. Qiu Hanyu is always like this. He obviously wants to express the dirty car, but he always talks in reverse, which makes people feel funny and helpless.

The two met in front of a red Porsche.

I haven't seen him for a few days, but Qiu Hanyu is still so handsome. The black woolen trench coat fits his tall and slender figure very well, making his legs very slender.In contrast, Chen Liang was in a desperate situation. The lack of balance in his card led to a shortage of life. Some of the coats he bought a few years ago were worn out, and some were too thin to hold up now, so he wore what he could wear. This is not a thick coat.The weather in the cold winter is really freezing, and it is a terrible torture without a warm coat.

Seeing Chen Liang sneezed, Qiu Hanyu stuffed him into the car without saying a word, turned on the heater, then went back to the office to get a brand new woolen coat, and forced it into Chen Liang's hands.

"New ones, unworn ones, I'll reward you. If you want to be graceful, don't hurt me. If you freeze to death in the cold weather, I will still have to take responsibility!"

Chen Liang hugged the warm coat in surprise, speechless.There was a faint scent of Qiu Hanyu's body on the clothes, which smelled very good, and just hugging him felt the warmth flow into his limbs.

In this crazy and painful night, in this lonely time, a person, a piece of clothing, brought him the warmth he had never had before.He seems to have returned to his childhood, in his mother's arms, wearing a little sweater knitted by his mother, hugging his soft brother, smiling and keeping warm.

Chen Liang put on his coat, and the warmth extended to his heart.

"Thank you."