cafeteria owner's blacklist

There is still one week before Song Yuan's birthday, and Liang Heng has been thinking about what birthday gift to give for a few days.He originally wanted to ask Sun Mengyang's opinion, but Sun Mengyang always ran out recently, as mysterious as he was talking about an underground love affair.

Because there was no one to bring meals, Liang Heng had to go out often, so he ran into Sun Mengyang and Li Hang sitting opposite each other several times in the cafeteria.

He usually just avoids it when he sees it from a distance. After all, the atmosphere between the two seems to be still very stiff. He feels that he is relatively comfortable recently and doesn't want to go up to sow hatred.

So now that there is no one to advise, Liang Heng is rarely worried about whether the gift he wants to give will be rejected by Song Yuan.

On the weekend, on the day of Song Yuan's birthday, Liang Heng set off early, and when he arrived at Song Yuan's house, he checked the time, and it was only four o'clock.

He carried a bunch of things and rang the doorbell, guessing that there was always someone at home, so the door opened quickly, Song Yuan was a little dazed when he saw the things Liang Heng was carrying.

Liang Heng stood at the gate and let him finish distributing, and then raised the bag in his hand when he saw signs of recovery: "You haven't tasted my cooking yet."

Song Yuan said in surprise, "You can also cook?"

Liang Heng nodded, and walked directly into the kitchen with his things, as if he was familiar with it many times, and he was very familiar with it.

Song Yuan followed him into the kitchen, saw him put down the bag in his hand and went out to put other things, thought that Liang Heng would come in anyway, he just waited in the kitchen, so he calmly searched for what was in the bag .

There are many vegetables in the bag, but most of them are vegetables, as well as winter bamboo shoots, ham, shiitake mushrooms, a fish and half a chicken, except for these are a bag of tender tofu.

Song Yuanguang looked at these ingredients and couldn't think of what Liang Heng was going to do. After thinking for a while, he realized that he really didn't know how to cook and didn't know the recipes.

Liang Heng put his things away, and walked into the kitchen while rolling up his sleeves.Because it is a single apartment, the kitchen is not very big, and the space is not enough after two people are squeezed in.Song Yuan still wanted to stay in the kitchen and watch Liang Heng cook, but Liang Heng pushed him out before he could express his thoughts, so he could only stand by the door occasionally to watch Liang Heng move his knife like a fly.

Several plates were placed on the table in a short time, and there was a porcelain bowl containing a bowl of what looked like tofu soup. Song Yuan looked carefully for a long time before he realized that it was a miniature version of the Wensi tofu he had eaten before.Song Yuan couldn't help pointing to the porcelain bowl in surprise and asked Liang Heng, "You made this too?"

Liang Heng flicked his wrist and nodded, looked at his finished product and frowned again: "The knife skills are not very good, only this bowl."

Song Yuan now regrets that he didn't firmly ask to observe in the kitchen just now, otherwise he could appreciate Liang Heng's knife skills.

Other dishes are also easy to recognize, except for a squirrel mandarin fish, which is some stir-fried side dishes, which are basically bland.Song Yuan suddenly thought, might Liang Heng be the kind of person who likes light dishes, and these dishes are very delicate, that's why Liang Heng was always indifferent when they went to eat.

But after sitting down and tasting Liang Heng's dishes, Song Yuan suddenly realized: "No wonder you didn't eat much when I ate with you before. I thought it was you who disliked me. It turns out that you are good at cooking by yourself." eat!"

Liang Heng smiled: "It doesn't count, generally chefs don't like to eat the dishes they cook. Although I am not a chef, I have spent too much time on these dishes before, and I don't want to eat them if I know too much. "

Song Yuan listened blankly, and showed a regretful expression after listening: "Then it's a pity that you cook these dishes and don't eat them yourself?"

Liang Heng couldn't understand his thoughts. His parents are from Yangzhou. They are usually busy with work, but when they are free on weekends, their father would teach him how to cook. In his memory, his father looked at his mother with a gentle smile, and then told him The most important reason for Liang Heng to learn how to cook is that if one day he meets someone he likes, he can cook for her a lot of dishes she likes.

When Liang Heng was seven or eight years old, he already knew how to cook a few simple dishes. At this time, the family no longer hired a nanny to cook, and at most he would ask the aunt who came to help with the cleaning to buy some vegetables and put them in the refrigerator.This is probably intended to cultivate his independent ability, but Liang Heng, who is seven or eight years old, can't understand the deep meaning. He just thinks that being able to handle beautiful ingredients beautifully is a very fulfilling thing.

But as he grows older, he knows more and more dishes, and gradually he loses the desire to cook. After all, the house is empty, and the dishes he spends a lot of time making are just slow cooking by himself. After eating, it was really boring.

Song Yuan's food always makes people think that what he eats is delicious, so Liang Heng is willing to cook a table of dishes for him, because he knows that even if no one cheers, Song Yuan will still eat it with dignity.

He squeezed his wrists from time to time, sat opposite Song Yuan and watched him eat, and occasionally helped to pick up some dishes.It was inconvenient for Song Yuan to open his mouth to speak with something in his mouth, but he was really puzzled, so he asked vaguely, "Why don't you eat?"

Liang Heng gave him another fish with chopsticks: "I'm not hungry."

Song Yuan swallowed what was in his mouth, and looked at him suspiciously: "I don't think you must have eaten."

Liang Heng wanted to bring food for him again, so as to block his problem with food, but Song Yuan is a very principled person, so Liang Heng was forced to face him squarely.

Song Yuan took the porcelain bowl and dragged a stool to sit beside him, then pushed the porcelain bowl over to him: "Eat a little."

Liang Heng smiled and shook his head.

Song Yuan stared at him stubbornly, but Liang Heng was equally stubborn.

One of the two parties will always lose first, Liang Heng couldn't help but sighed with a smile: "Okay, if you feed me."

Song Yuan was stunned in a daze.

Liang Heng laughed secretly, but he couldn't tell whether he was looking forward to it or just wanted Song Yuan to retreat.

Song Yuan seemed to be struggling for a while. Liang Heng thought he had given up when he saw him pull the porcelain bowl in front of him. Unexpectedly, Song Yuan scooped up a spoon and sent it to Liang Heng. Mouth "ah".Liang Heng couldn't laugh or cry, but the slight loss in his heart was smoothed by Song Yuan's serious expression.

Liang Heng opened his mouth cooperatively, took a bite and then resolutely stopped eating.

"Since it is specially made for you, you can eat it yourself."

Song Yuan nodded, while eating by himself, he didn't forget to give Liang Heng a mouthful.

Liang Heng looked at the chopsticks in Song Yuan's hands dimly, wondering if Song Yuan didn't notice anything wrong with sharing a pair of chopsticks because he was too innocent, or if it was intentional.But Song Yuan's expression was so calm and innocent, Liang Heng couldn't imagine what it would be like for Song Yuan to deliberately do such an ambiguous thing, and he had to admit that he actually enjoyed this feeling.

Song Yuan tried his best to finish all the dishes Liang Heng cooked, and then went to wash the dishes. Liang Heng stopped him and said, "There is no reason for birthday stars to wash the dishes by themselves." He took the bowl from his hand. The dishes went into the kitchen.

Song Yuan leaned against the door and watched Liang Heng's back as he was washing dishes, touched his stomach and sighed that luckily he didn't buy a cake.

Liang Heng turned his head and smiled softly at him, Song Yuan was taken aback by the smile.

It's over, I'm going to sink deeper and deeper, and the other party is still younger than myself.Song Yuan thought in distress, but couldn't help feeling sweet for Liang Heng's intentions.

He felt like a greedy adult who wanted to go further even though he had already become friends with Liang Heng, and Liang Heng had been reading his posts all the time, and he knew that he had always wanted to chase colleague Z, and now if he Would you be disgusted by him if you turned around and picked him up?

Song Yuan dared not continue to think about it.

It was already seven o'clock after Liang Heng finished washing the dishes. Song Yuan asked him dawdly if he wanted to watch TV or play games. Liang Heng thought about it and accepted the proposal of watching TV.

But just after seven o'clock, most of the channels only had news broadcasts. Liang Heng got used to watching too much news. Song Yuan was very embarrassed, because watching TV was his suggestion, but now the two of them stared at the TV like idiots and had nothing to say. .

Song Yuan was so aggrieved for a long time. Just as he plucked up the courage to say something to Liang Heng, he was interrupted by a ringing phone. Liang Heng took out his mobile phone to look at it and apologized. Song Yuan just watched him go. Going to the side to make a phone call seemed to be a school matter, Song Yuan didn't want to admit that he just took a sneak peek and found that the caller ID was a teacher.

Liang Heng hung up the phone after only saying a few words. Song Yuan watched him come over nervously, and wanted to continue the topic he hadn't said just now, when he heard Liang Heng's slightly apologetic voice: "Sorry, our teacher has something to do with me. , maybe there is something wrong with the homework."

Song Yuan couldn't blame him at all, because study should indeed be the first priority, and he himself felt that it would be too unreasonable to make trouble if he insisted on pestering Liang Heng at this time.

"Well, then you should go back to school, or it will be too late and you will miss the bus."

Liang Heng couldn't help touching his hair: "I'm sorry, it was your birthday..."

Song Yuan waved his hand: "Birthdays are celebrated every year. If you offend the teacher, be careful not to graduate!"

Liang Heng was amused by his indecent intimidation, and patted his head again before picking up his own things.

Song Yuan sat on the sofa and saw that he was about to go out, and suddenly remembered something and rushed into the room, Liang Heng looked at him strangely, and stopped by the door.

Within a minute, Song Yuan rushed out again, holding a pillow in his hand.

Liang Heng looked at him in surprise: "What are you doing out with the pillow in your arms?"

Song Yuan stuffed the pillow into his arms and said quickly: "I went to your bedroom last time and saw that you often sit still, which is not good for your cervical spine, and your pillow is too flat, and you feel as if you have no pillow when you fall asleep. Pillows, I heard that memory foam pillows are good for the cervical spine, so you can use them!"

Liang Heng couldn't help laughing and said, "So this is a gift from you? You gave me a gift on your birthday?"

Song Yuan hummed: "No way?"

Liang Heng quickly waved his hands: "Of course." After a pause, he smiled again: "But you gave me a pillow, do you want to share the same bed with me?"

Song Yuan blushed. Seeing that Liang Heng could say such ambiguous words in such a serious manner, he felt unwilling. He felt that he was being teased all the time, and the teaser seemed to be a straight man. It's inhumane, okay?

Liang Heng didn't know about Song Yuan's mental activities. From his point of view, Song Yuan just blushed, and quickly raised his head to retort: ​​"It's easy to be misunderstood when you say these words, okay? Neighbors pass by, and if neighbors hear it, they will be pointed at."