Want a cook or a son

"Xiaochi!" Screenwriter Chen shook his hand holding the coffee, and the overflowing coffee spilled a little from the cup, wetting his fingers.

The recently brewed coffee was still very hot, but screenwriter Chen kept staring at Bai Chi as if he didn't feel it, with an excited and complicated expression, and a little blood red in his eyes.

Yu Haoran intuited that screenwriter Chen was a little strange, but he didn't know where the blame was, so he couldn't help but look at him twice and then pulled Bai Chi to sit opposite him.

Screenwriter Chen's scalded area was a little red, and with the traces of coffee, he felt a bit embarrassed, Bai Chi felt that the scalded area was a bit irritating to the eyes, so he passed the paper towel on the table before he realized it: "Wipe it. "

It was just a simple action, but it almost made screenwriter Chen lose control. He took the tissue with relief and secret joy, and firmly pulled it into his palm, as if there was still the temperature of Wade White on it.

The coffee stains were wiped away bit by bit, and screenwriter Chen was both happy and sour. He sincerely thanked the person who raised his child. It is all thanks to that person that Bai Chi is so sensible and outstanding. It is a pity that he did not have the honor to participate in the growth of Bai Chi In the middle, if he can, he will give everything he has.

Yu Haoran looked at the scriptwriter Chen's actions with cold eyes, feeling even more weird in his heart, and couldn't help urging: "Screenwriter Chen has something to say now, it's getting late, and the family will worry after a long time."

The words "family members" stung screenwriter Chen. He took a deep breath to suppress the soreness in his heart. This kind of depressed feeling that his son has not yet recognized him but has already become another family is really delicious.

Screenwriter Chen turned his attention to Yu Haoran. The more he looked at this cheap son-in-law, the more he became dissatisfied. Although he was good-looking, his family background was good, and his ability could barely be seen, he was really too ignorant. Still showing face to his father-in-law, didn't you see the scene of their father's kindness and filial piety?It's just too blind to see, the two eyes are just for decoration!

"I'm talking to Xiaochi tonight, why is Mr. Yu here?" Screenwriter Chen raised his eyebrows lightly, he didn't see the embarrassment just now, full of the arrogance and nobility of a literati.

Not to be outdone, Yu Haoran grabbed Bai Chi's hand and held it in his palm, protesting: "Xiao Chi is my fiancé, of course I have to follow him when he comes to meet strangers."

childish!This is the common aspiration of Bai Chi and screenwriter Chen.

"Director Chen, you can now tell me why you asked us out tonight."

Screenwriter Chen didn't answer directly, but took out something from his wallet and put it in Bai Chi's hand. It was a jade pendant, carved from high-quality suet white jade into magnolia flowers with tangled branches, very elegant, tied with a red string Then, the rope is decorated with a few hollow round beads, making it into a bracelet.

"This is?" Bai Chi raised his head in confusion, he had an answer in his heart, but he never dared to confirm it, fearing that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"This was left to me when your grandma passed away, and she said that I would pass it on to future children," Screenwriter Chen said with a trembling voice, his eyes fixed on Bai Chi, "Xiao Chi, I am your father."

As soon as the words fell, it was as if a thunder had exploded in Wade White's ears, his head was blank, and he didn't know how to react at all. He had imagined who his parents were countless times, and how they would recognize each other, but how would they recognize each other? Didn't expect this to be the case now.

Yu Haoran was not much calmer than Bai Chi at this time. He had vaguely guessed that Bai Chi had something to do with the Chen family, but he never thought that he would be the son of screenwriter Chen. When it happened, some grievances and grievances had already been guessed by him.

He squeezed the cold hand in his palm, looked at Screenwriter Chen with complicated eyes and said, "Where's the evidence?"

Don't blame him for being careful, after all, it's about Bai Chi, he can't trust the other party just because of a word, even if screenwriter Chen has no malicious intentions, he still needs to see the evidence to be at ease.

"No," screenwriter Chen shook his head, and said in Yu Haoran's eyes that gradually turned cold, "I suspected that Xiaochi was my lost child more than 20 years ago, but I didn't have any evidence. I didn't dare to come here until Chen Zeqi told me the news. recognize each other."

Screenwriter Chen looked at Bai Chi while talking, his eyes were a bit complicated, and he said guiltily: "Xiao Chi, I have never fulfilled the responsibility of being a father for a day in all these years, and I have suffered all kinds of grievances since you were a child. I am sorry for you, please forgive me I."

Yu Haoran said that Director Chen looked at Baichi who had been silent all the time. From the moment Director Chen told the truth, Baichi was calm and terrifying. At this moment, he lowered his head so that people could not see his expression clearly. He said after a long while. : "Director Chen, I don't believe what you say."

"Xiaochi..." Screenwriter Chen's face turned pale suddenly, his expectations were all in vain, and he was so depressed that he forced a smile for a long time and said, "You don't believe it should be. You should be careful."

I don't know whether to comfort Baichi or comfort myself with these words.

Seeing the appearance of screenwriter Chen, Bai Chi felt uncomfortable, he hesitated for a moment and said in a hoarse voice: "If you want, let's go to the hospital for DNA testing tomorrow."

As soon as the words fell, the other two people all looked at Bai Chi, and the screenwriter Chen looked even more excited. He even said "yes" three times, and he didn't even know where to put his hands.

Bai Chi stroked the jade pendant in his hand, then handed it to Screenwriter Chen and said: "You take this thing back first."

Screenwriter Chen looked complicated, but he didn't reach out to take it. Bai Chi directly stuffed the jade pendant into his hand and said, "If the hospital proves that I'm really your son, it won't be too late for you to give it to me."

Does that mean you forgive him?Screenwriter Chen didn't expect things to go so smoothly. This is his obsession for more than 20 years, and it will finally be untied tonight.

The three talked for a long time before Yu Haoran took Baichi to say goodbye to the reluctant screenwriter Chen. The coffee shop is not far from Yu's house, but it still takes a while to walk. When Baichi came out, Yu Haoran was fully armed with a large scarf Covered most of the face.

Because of what screenwriter Chen said, Bai Chi was a little depressed along the way, and he was dragged away by him absent-mindedly. When he was about to arrive, Bai Chi stopped suddenly, staring at Yu Haoran with dark eyes and said: "I want to eat wontons, the ones sold on the street Those ravioli."

Yu Haoran looked at the snowy night sky, then at the longing Baichi, and asked, "Can't you go back and do it yourself?"

Bai Chi shook his head, then nodded in disappointment, he has always been well-behaved, this is the first time he has made a request in front of Yu Haoran, such a pitiful appearance is really irresistible, Yu Haoran took a deep breath, raised his hand and rubbed it across the hat. Rub his hair, then lead him to a wonton blanket.

This generation is a wealthy area, and small stalls are almost impossible to find, not to mention that on a snowy night, when even Baichi himself was about to give up, Yu Haoran took him to find a wonton stall in a small alley that was about to close. .

The wonton seller was an old couple in their 60s, very simple and kind. I heard that Baichi and the others searched for them in the snow for almost an hour before finding them, so they simply gave them most of the remaining wontons.

The wontons made at the small stalls are naturally not as exquisite as those made by Baichi, but they are better than the word "fragrant". Within a few minutes, the hot little wontons are out of the pot. They are served in plastic bowls, and seaweed, shrimp skin, Crushed mustard and shallots smell very fragrant, and the small wontons swim in the water like jellyfish, and their naive appearance is very cute.

The old couple are real people, and the wonton wrappers are thin and full of stuffing, unlike the wontons sold by some people with no fillings on the skins. After one bite, the wonton wrappers are soft and smooth, the noodles are full of fragrance, and the stuffing inside is also very fresh , although the taste is a little bit worse, fortunately, the original taste is still satisfying.

Before Yu Haoran left, he gave the old couple a little more money. Originally, the old couple didn't want it, but they accepted it gratefully after being persuaded by Bai Chi. It's like this in this world. There are always more good people than bad people. People who know how to repay their kindness There will always be more white-eyed wolves.

Bai Chi was holding a plastic bowl in his hand, the steaming heat came out of the bowl, it looked extraordinarily warm in winter, his shoulders were hugged by Yu Haoran, he was dragged a step while eating a mouthful of wontons, without looking at the road, talking to Xiao Just like a child, Yu Haoran knew that he was stimulated tonight, so he played according to his temperament, anyway, with his protection by his side, Wade White would not be in any danger, and fully explained what is called "strength pet" with actions.

The smell of wonton came out bursts. Although he had already eaten before, it still smelled very tempting. Yu Haoran couldn't help but glanced in the direction of Baichi, but before he could look back, a mouthful of wonton was stuffed into his mouth. The fragrant taste spreads instantly in the mouth. The aroma of wonton mixed with the seafood flavor of seaweed and dried shrimp skin enriches the original dull taste instantly.

"Is it delicious?" Bai Chi smiled, his brows and eyes curved, holding the plastic bowl proudly like a rabbit who stole a radish. Although the dishes he made were delicious, he never hesitated to praise others.

Yu Haoran swallowed the wonton in his mouth, and responded casually. Bai Chi was even happier when he got the affirmative answer, and chatted with Yu Haoran backwards: "I was very greedy for this when I was young. At that time, the dean's mother brought me to the city and bought a pair of ravioli. I shared the bowl of wontons equally with a few other friends. I was stunned at the time, thinking how could there be such a delicious thing in this world, but I never had the chance to eat it again. When I had the chance to eat it again, the dean’s mother Gone."

"Speaking of which, when I was young, all my obsessions came from eating. No wonder I became a cook without hesitation. At that time, all I could think about was eating delicious food, toys, amusement parks and other luxuries that I couldn't even imagine. , Only eating can make me happy, you probably don’t understand this feeling.”

Although Bai Chi was talking about the past, there was not much inferiority and injustice in his tone. This is something he has experienced before, and there is nothing to hide. What's more, the relationship between him and Yu Haoran has been recognized by the Yu family. Yu's mother gave him a lot of ideological enlightenment, and now that he has his own business, his previous inferiority complex has naturally disappeared.

Yu Haoran can clearly feel that he is different from before. Now he mentions that his childhood experience is just a statement of the facts, and he does not need to comfort him. However, Bai Chi's abnormal behavior tonight is probably related to screenwriter Chen.

Sure enough, Bai Chi stopped in his tracks, tilted his head like Bai Tang and asked, "Do you think what Screenwriter Chen said is true?"

"It's hard to be sure about this right now." In fact, Yu Haoran believes that this matter is likely to be true, and he dare not say it until the truth is determined, for fear of giving Bai Chi hope and disappointing him.

Bai Chi was a little disappointed, and responded softly, "If screenwriter Chen is really my father, why did he abandon me back then?"

Yu Haoran couldn't answer this question, and he didn't need to answer it. He pulled the opposite Baichi and walked side by side with him. The wontons were already cold, and they were thrown into the trash can on the side. It was not until Yu Haoran approached Yu's house that he opened his mouth and said: "We don't know what happened back then. We can't change the past but we can control the future. Xiaochi, no matter what happens in the future, you have me, Xiao Baozi, and the entire Yu family."

Bai Chi's nose was sore, he didn't answer, but suddenly grasped Yu Haoran's hand, and his pace of going home became faster.

The next morning, screenwriter Chen arrived on time, Bai Chi walked out of Yu's house alone, and got into screenwriter Chen's car.