Bamboo horses in the morning and evening

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the scattered students walked towards the class one after another. Zhou Zhimeng helped Wen Qiyue throw the mineral water bottle, and the two walked down the stands together.

There are two classes left before school ends.

After class, Zhou Zhimeng wrote down the homework on the blackboard, then picked up his schoolbag and left the classroom.

He was waiting for the driver uncle under the tree at the school gate.

Someone was approaching behind him, and Zhou Zhimeng knew who it was without guessing. He turned his head to look at Lu Qifan, and held the thermal bag in front of Lu Qifan, "Here, hold it for me."

Lu Qifan took it over.

"What do you have in three or four classes in the afternoon?" Zhou Zhimeng made a surprise inspection.

"One English lesson, one chemistry lesson."

He answered without thinking, and Zhou Zhimeng was quite satisfied.

The driver quickly drove the car in front of them, Zhou Zhimeng got into the car, and Lu Qifan also got in, Zhou Zhimeng opened Lu Qifan's schoolbag without saying a word, checked the contents, "It's not bad, the book and Bring all the workbooks."

Lu Qifan said: "Are you so worried about me?"

"Because you have a lot of bad records." Zhou Zhimeng zipped up his schoolbag and put it aside: "If you fail the exam again at the end of the semester, I won't speak for you when Uncle Lu beats you."

Lu Qifan pursed his lips and looked out the car window.

The driver sent the two of them to the door of Lin's villa. Zhou Zhimeng thanked the driver, and then took Lu Qifan home. His little father, Lin Zhiyi, was still in a meeting and didn't come back. Zhou Zhimeng called Zhou Huaisheng, "Dad, what's for dinner?"

"Dad is buying ribs at the supermarket, and I'll be back right away, and I'll make sweet and sour pork ribs tonight, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Is Xiaoqi here? Ask him what he wants to eat."

Zhou Zhimeng handed the phone to Lu Qifan, "Xiao Qi, my dad asked if you have anything you want to eat."

Lu Qifan shook his head and lay on the sofa to play games.

Zhou Zhimeng pushed Lu Qifan's legs away, found an empty seat and sat down, and said, "He doesn't have anything special to eat, Dad, you can buy some green beans, I want to eat stir-fried green beans."

"Okay, Dad will go buy it."

Zhou Zhimeng hung up the phone, and he also collapsed, stretched out his hand and beat Lu Qifan's knee repeatedly, "Why don't you do your homework?"

"Finish this round."

"Oh, then I'm going up."

While operating the game with one hand, Lu Qifan followed with their schoolbags in hand.

"Are Uncle Lu and Uncle Zhong both entertaining tonight?"

Lu Qifan's father, Lu Jincheng, runs the largest daily chemical company in Wangcheng, and his younger father, Zhong Ye, is a well-known cartoonist. Both of them are very busy. Although Zhong Ye works at home and loves Lu Qifan very much, the comic creation After all, a quiet environment is needed, and Lu Qifan spends most of his time at Zhou Zhimeng's house.

Because Zhou Zhimeng's father, Zhou Huaisheng, is the only one among the four adults who has the time, energy and enthusiasm to take care of the children.

"Well, there are entertainments, you don't welcome me?"

"You are not welcome, and you come here less often. You sleep in my bed more times than your own?"

Lu Qifan shrugged his shoulders and locked his eyes on the phone screen. The round was over and he had won a complete victory. His heart was completely calm. He turned off the phone and stuffed it into his pocket. When he looked up, Zhou Zhimeng was holding a glass and carefully studying .

He bought a hammer-mesh glass for himself and Lu Qifan yesterday.

He poured some cold water into his own glass, put it on the table, then turned around and opened the curtains. The sunset in early summer came later, and there was still bright white light outside the window at this moment. Light and shadow, gorgeous and smart, sparkling.

He smiled and asked Lu Qifan: "Isn't it pretty?"

Lu Qifan paused, nodded and said, "En."

"I just said this cup is beautiful!" Zhou Zhimeng sat down satisfied, and took out his homework from his schoolbag. A few minutes later, he grabbed Lu Qifan's sleeve again, "Look, shake the cup, the water in it Once you move, the light and shadow will be even more beautiful."

Lu Qifan took out his mobile phone, turned on the camera, and stuffed it into Zhou Zhimeng's hand. Zhou Zhimeng suddenly realized, "That's right, why did I forget to take a picture!"

He quickly found a good angle to record the most beautiful moment of light and shadow. Just after the shutter rang, there was the sound of the door opening downstairs. Zhou Zhimeng put down his phone and went down to meet his father.

Lu Qifan silently saved the photo in his photo album.

"father!"

Zhou Huaisheng walked in, he smiled and rubbed Zhou Zhimeng's hair, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry," Zhou Zhimeng took the shopping bag from Zhou Huaisheng's hand, "Hurry up, Dad, I want to watch you make sweet and sour pork ribs."

Zhou Huaisheng washed his hands and walked over, "Okay, little gourmet."

"Blanch the ribs in the pot first." Zhou Huaisheng handed the ribs to Zhou Zhimeng, and patiently explained the steps: "Put the ribs in cold water, add green onions, ginger and two spoons of cooking wine."

"I'll try it!" Zhou Zhimeng put on his apron, excitedly and nervously getting busy.

Lu Qifan lay on the bar counter outside the kitchen, looking at the two people in the kitchen boredly.

"Father, how much ginger should I put?" Zhou Zhimeng asked.

"Four or five slices, let me see what you cut." Zhou Huaisheng looked at the slices of ginger that Zhou Zhimeng had cut out on the cutting board, and couldn't help laughing, "For someone like you, two slices are enough."

Where is the ginger slice here, it is clearly a section of ginger.

Zhou Zhimeng snorted unconvinced, carefully pinched the edge of the ginger section, and cut it slowly, but unfortunately he was afraid of the sharp blade, so when he tried hard, his hand shook, the direction was a little slanted, and only one corner was cut.

Zhou Zhimeng was very discouraged, Zhou Huaisheng encouraged him: "It's okay, I'll get proficient slowly."

Zhou Zhimeng played tricks on purpose, and put his ginger-smelling hand under Lu Qifan's nose, Lu Qifan frowned, and dodged back.

"I know how to eat since I was young, and I never do it!" Zhou Zhimeng complained.

Zhou Huaisheng smiled, turned around and asked Lu Qifan, "Do you want to try it, Xiaoqi?"

"No." Lu Qifan shook his head, then buried his face in his arms and pretended to be asleep, looking disinterested.

Zhou Zhimeng made a face at his father, and then continued to chop ginger.

"Now dad is teaching you how to make sweet and sour sauce."

Zhou Zhimeng was holding a small bowl and spoon and was waiting.

"One spoonful of cooking wine, two spoonfuls of light soy sauce, three spoonfuls of white sugar and three spoonfuls of mature vinegar, mix well."

Zhou Zhimeng wrote it down, and then added it to the bowl bit by bit according to the order, "... white sugar and mature vinegar, wait, I seem to have put four spoonfuls of mature vinegar!"

Before the words finished, a faint voice suddenly came from behind, "Three spoons."

Zhou Zhimeng was stunned, and looked back at Lu Qifan. Lu Qifan was still lying on the table, his eyes fell on the countertop of the bar, and he didn't care about the movement in the kitchen. Zhou Zhimeng looked down at the sugar in the bowl again. Vinegar sauce, carefully recalling what I did just now, it seems that I only put three spoonfuls.

Forget it, just trust him once.

Zhou Zhimeng stirred the sweet and sour sauce with a spoon, and when all the sugar melted, he handed the small bowl in front of Lu Qifan, and said triumphantly, "Look, does that mean something?"

Lu Qi nodded perfunctorily, stretched his arms to hook Zhou Zhimeng's apron belt.

His fingertips are long and slender, wrapping circles around the tie.

Zhou Zhimeng was still stirring seriously, and when he didn't pay attention, the apron fell apart. He patted Lu Qifan's boring hand, "Don't make trouble!"

He put down the bowl and fastened his apron.

Lu Qifan began to stuff the bottle opener on the table into the small pocket of the apron again.

Inexplicably, like a child.

"Are you bored, Xiaoqi? You don't like cooking, so you go play games. Why are you sitting here?"

"Leave me alone?"

Zhou Zhimeng ignored him, watching Zhou Huaisheng fry the sugar, the rock sugar in the pot slowly melted, gradually changed from silvery white to reddish brown, and finally turned into bubbling caramel, Zhou Huaisheng took the spatula and stood in front of Zhou Zhimeng , pour the ribs in.

The frying pan made a loud crackling noise.

After the pork ribs were fried and colored, Zhou Huaisheng poured the sweet and sour sauce into it.

The jujube red sugar liquid wrapped the burnt ribs, the color was already very attractive. He poured the sweet and sour sauce into it, and the pot was instantly calm, but soon, the gurgling sound of boiling sounded again, and Zhou Huaisheng put some star anise in it. Put in the fragrant leaves and salt, briefly stir-fry twice, and then cover the pot.

"It's actually very simple, isn't it?"

Zhou Zhimeng nodded and said happily, "I learned another dish!"

Zhou Zhimeng likes to cook. He has tried to learn some simple desserts with his father since high school. He is smart and interested, so he learns quickly. When children of the same age are learning piano, violin and horsemanship, Zhou Zhimeng stayed in the kitchen with all his heart, studying the difference between cornstarch and sweet potato starch.

Both his father and young father respect and support his hobbies, and never compare him with other children. Needless to say, Zhou Huaisheng, even Lin Zhiyi, his very busy president's young father, will take a lot of free time to sit and sit. At the kitchen door, waiting to taste the creations of the little gourmets.

Zhou Zhi took off his apron, sat on the high chair next to Lu Qifan, touched him with his elbow, "Xiao Qi, what are you thinking?"

Lu Qifan avoided his gaze, and couldn't hide the disappointment between his brows, "It's nothing."

He turned his head and knelt down in the other direction.

Zhou Zhimeng stroked Lu Qifan's hair, then squeezed his shoulder.

Lin Zhiyi hurried back before dinner, Zhou Zhimeng and his little dad had always been close, and the two had a sticky conversation before they separated.

It just so happened that the pork ribs had been completely drained of the soup, and they were rich and bright red, crystal clear and full of appetite, with a tangy aroma. Zhou Huaisheng sprinkled some sesame seeds on them and put them on a plate.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried green beans, lotus pond stir-fry, and kelp winter melon soup.

At the table, Lin Zhiyi asked Lu Qifan: "Xiao Qi's recent study tasks are heavy? Uncle will take you to the science and technology fair this weekend."

Lu Qifan paused, Zhou Zhimeng said: "Of course he said it's not serious, no, he has to finish his homework and the test papers for the senior high school entrance examination before he can go out to play."

Lin Zhiyi and Zhou Huaisheng looked at each other and said with a smile, "This brother is too fierce."

Lu Qifan didn't care, he added a spare rib and ate it on his own.

After eating, Lu Qifan helped to clean up the dishes and went upstairs. Zhou Zhimeng chased after him, "You are not allowed to play games, and your phone will be confiscated."

Lu Qifan handed the phone to Zhou Zhimeng.

Zhou Zhimeng stood on the stairs, looked at Lu Qifan's tall back, then turned around and went back to the living room, and called Lu Qifan's little father, Zhong Ye. After the call was connected, Zhou Zhimeng asked in a suppressed voice: "Uncle, what are you doing?" How late are you going to socialize today?"

"It's almost over. Uncle is also in a hurry. Xiaoqi is angry, isn't he? You tell him, we'll go pick him up right away."

"Oh, that's good, you must come, otherwise Xiaoqi will be very sad."

"Thank you Juanjuan. Uncle knows. When the busy time is over, Uncle will definitely accompany Xiaoqi well."

Zhou Zhimeng hung up the phone, and Lin Zhiyi walked up to him, and put a small tomato in his mouth, "Your Uncle Lu's company went public for financing recently, and Uncle Zhong also accompanied him to socialize, so he must not be able to take care of Xiao Qi."

Zhou Zhimeng knew that the job of an adult was very important, but he was still dissatisfied: "Although Xiao Qi doesn't say anything, I can see it."

"Hey, you spend more time with him."

Zhou Zhimeng returned to the bedroom, Lu Qifan was sitting in front of the desk in a daze, Zhou Zhimeng carried the schoolbag to his lap, "Hurry up, hurry up."

Lu Qifan spread out the exercise booklet, and randomly picked a few simple questions to do.

"Uncle Zhong said that they will finish soon, and he will come to pick you up when it's over. You may not be in time to do the test papers for the senior high school entrance examination."

Lu Qifan's pen tip stopped, although his face was still calm, but Zhou Zhimeng could feel his emotional changes.

"You do your homework first, and when you finish your homework, I'll tick off a few questions for you in the senior high school entrance examination."

"Oh."

Zhou Zhimeng looked at Lu Qifan under the desk lamp and chuckled.

No matter how cool he pretends to be, he is still a child.

Before he put away his smile, Lu Qifan suddenly turned his head and glanced at him. The desk lamp illuminated his brows and eyes more deeply, and there was an incomprehensible emotion in his eyes. Zhou Zhimeng was startled, thinking of Wen Qiyue's words.

——He is very famous, he is handsome, and he plays very well. Many people like him.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Lu Qifan stretched out his hand silently, wiped off a little tomato juice from the corner of Zhou Zhimeng's mouth with his fingertips, then turned his head and continued to do his homework.