meet on slag road

Seeing Mu Qing's figure disappear on the stairs, the cashier girl showed a bright smile to the crowd who were obviously eager to try: "Okay everyone, the lucky winner of our final prize has been born, and the lucky draw is over— —But! All customers who witnessed the birth of the lucky one today can get a bunny cake for free!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the people who were originally dissatisfied with the hasty end of the lucky draw calmed down their anger.After all, compared to the prize that may not be drawn, the exquisite rabbit cake is more cost-effective.

Mu Qing, who had just walked around the corner, heard her words clearly, couldn't help but stop, and sighed softly while holding his forehead.

The pastry chef who was already standing on the second floor waiting for him saw him sigh, and immediately became nervous: "What's wrong, sir?"

"Nothing." Mu Qing looked at him and smiled, walked up the stairs unhurriedly, looked at the room divided into two parts on the left and right, and asked lightly, "Where is your boss?"

"He's over here." The pastry chef pointed to the very plain door on the left. "On the right is our baking room. We are making cream cheese bread and honey spice cookies. Are you interested in visiting?"

The pastry chef's last sentence was just a casual question, but Mu Qing suddenly chuckled, looked at him and said, "Okay, I want to take a closer look, for an hour or two, is that okay?"

Confectioner:.........

He rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "Uh, sir, you are the one who has won our grand prize, you can watch it anytime you want, but now—"

"is it not OK?"

The pastry chef looked at Mu Qing's half-smile expression, and he could hardly maintain his smile: "Sir, please forgive me, our boss is still waiting for you, let him know that I am delaying your time, and I will be detained." Money!"

Mu Qing raised his eyebrows, his face filled with righteous indignation: "Just because of such a thing, you need to deduct money? Your boss is really too much! If he came to Russia 100 years ago, he would definitely be hung on the street lamp!"

The pastry chef seemed to be rooted at the stairs, and Mu Qing, who refused to go to the left, almost cried: "Sir, please go to the room on the left, please!"

Mu Qing's original intention was not to embarrass him, but to simply procrastinate and make some ex-boyfriends wait a little longer.But seeing the pastry chef's face full of tears, he smiled and said: "Okay, then when I come to visit another day, you must introduce it to me."

"Okay, yes, sir!" The pastry chef quickly opened the door for him as if he was pardoned, "Sir, please."

Mu Qing nodded and was about to walk in when a burning smell suddenly came from the room on the left.

The pastry chef pretended not to see the question in Mu Qing's eyes, and said calmly: "In the process of researching new products, there will inevitably be some accidents, which are all normal, sir."

Seeing the guilty conscience on his face, Mu Qing didn't break it, just smiled faintly, and walked forward into the room with a strange smell.

The first thing that catches the eye is a huge operating table facing the door. On the table are scattered props for making desserts: bags of chocolate, white sugar in a transparent jar, opened milk, scribbled Butter in a box with a knife stuck in it, and bits and pieces of accessories.But no matter where you look, you can't see the person who created the burnt smell.

Is it not him?

Mu Qing was slightly surprised, and was about to walk forward when he heard rustling noises coming from behind the console.Not long after, a familiar figure stood up from behind the console.

Yu Yifeng's overly long bangs on his forehead were tied into a small bun with a rubber band, which was placed on his forehead comically; Pulling and pulling complement each other.

Ridiculous, but there is also a strange cuteness that makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Yu Yifeng didn't seem to notice that there was a person standing at the half-open door, and he put the baking tray with charred black and unknown objects on the operating table, frowned and muttered: "How could this be? I clearly put the The time is set, why did it suddenly catch fire?"

Mu Qing looked at it quietly for a while, and saw that he seemed to be completely intoxicated into the world of pastries, so she put the bag containing the lesson plan in her hand on the cabinet at the door, and walked slowly to him: "It should be before you baked it." Preheating is too long, and the temperature is too high when baking.”

He looked at the almost completely carbonized black object on Yu Yifeng's baking tray, and guessed based on the shape: "Do you want to make Christmas sugar cookies?"

The question was out of the mouth, but the person opposite did not respond.

Mu Qing raised his head, looked at Yu Yifeng's eyes mixed with surprise and disbelief, and smiled slightly: "I won a special prize from your cake shop, and it's strange to appear in front of you?"

Yu Yifeng still didn't speak, just stared at him, as if he hadn't recovered.After a long time, he withdrew his eyes that seemed to contain a thousand words, and showed a smile that was so gentle that his heart would be moved by it: "No. I just think that this unexpected joy came too suddenly, as if- —”

"It's a fate in the dark, it's my response to your love, and it's the proof of our mutual understanding." After Mu Qing finished speaking in a flat tone, she watched Yu Yifeng slightly curl her lower lip, "I'll help you with the lines." Yes, I also polished it up a bit, how is it, are you satisfied?"

Yu Yifeng's well-prepared opening was interrupted, he looked at Mu Qing's calm expression, and sighed helplessly: "I've been preparing for so long anyway, can you give me a little performance space?"

"Of course not." Mu Qing smiled lightly, "I prefer to go to the theater to watch the full version of the play, and I don't like to watch artificially selected fragments."

Yu Yifeng looked at his smile, sighed in compromise, and suddenly took off the heat-resistant gloves stained with black ash, and then pushed aside the icing biscuit on the baking tray that was so mushy that it couldn't see its shape : "Then, will the well-prepared unexpected surprise move you?"

As he spoke, he reached out and opened the freezer beside him, carefully took out a handful of red roses squeezed from candies, and held them out in front of Mu Qing.

The petals of the rose are delicate and beautiful, and there are realistic water drops made of transparent candy balls on the petals.But seeing this "unexpected joy", Mu Qing didn't show a smile or an expression of surprise, but took three steps back and quickly left the front of the console.

Yu Yifeng, who was holding flowers, froze his smile for a moment: "Do you despise me that much?"

Mu Qing looked at his blank eyes, and suddenly sneered: "Yu Yifeng, don't you know how you got out when you went out to play?"

Yu Yifeng's heart shrank suddenly when he heard him turn over old accounts, and subconsciously he was about to blurt out 'this guy Liu Yan betrayed me', but when he saw Mu Qing's expression, he suddenly felt that it didn't seem to be the reason.

Mu Qing looked at his cautious expression, and said slowly: "Because you were stained with someone else's rose perfume when you came back."

"I have been allergic to roses since I was a child. Even if I just smell roses, I will sneeze, and if I touch them, there will be red bumps-won't you be surprised the next morning, why my palm Did little red dots suddenly appear in your eyes?" Mu Qing's voice was filled with laughter, but the smile did not appear in his eyes, "That's because I met you who was stained with the scent of roses."

"I—" Yu Yifeng subconsciously wanted to defend himself, but when he was about to speak, he suddenly found that no matter what he said now, he would look extremely pale.

He was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I never knew, it's because I didn't put my heart into understanding you—"

"It doesn't matter." Mu Qing looked at him, "It doesn't matter if you understand or not, because I won't think about you anymore."

His tone was not very cold, and even a bit polite, as if he was chatting with an unfamiliar friend.But Yu Yifeng looked at him with sadness and remorse, with a sense of fragility at a loss: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was too unconscious at the time, I didn't know how to get along with the person I like, so--"

Yu Yifeng lowered his head, with a faint tremor in his voice, as if he was the most distraught person in the world at the moment.

But Mu Qing looked at his series of movements like clouds and flowing water, his face was still calm, and he even clapped his hands twice: "When you don't make sense, play the emotional card, show weakness and show sympathy——Yu Yifeng, yours The routines are really proficient, but unfortunately, these are useless to me."

Yu Yifeng: ...

He took a deep breath, and when he raised his head to look at Mu Qing, all the seductive emotions he showed just now disappeared: "Really don't give me a chance?"

"Of course." Mu Qing smiled lightly, "Given you a chance, wouldn't it be bad luck for me?"

"But I'm not the same now." Yu Yifeng looked at him and said patiently, "Give me another chance, okay? I promise I won't make the mistakes I made before, and I will only treat you well ——No, I'm only treating you right now."

Mu Qing couldn't help but laugh: "You're being nice to me, do you mean to hold an unwarranted lottery and let my colleagues win the lottery to lure me here?"

Yu Yifeng's face was full of sincerity: "You said that if you want to draw in the relationship between adults, you can use some small tricks. I just use it reasonably."

"But this way of yours will trouble me." Mu Qing said flatly, "The pastries are delicious, but I don't want to use this way in the future."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out. Yu Yifeng looked at Mu Qing's back without nostalgia, and immediately stopped him: "Wait a minute, I have another question!"

"What?" Mu Qing stopped, but did not look back at him.

Yu Yifeng came out from behind the console and followed him: "I'm obviously well prepared and well planned. How do you know that?"

Although he knew that Mu Qing might guess it if it was so obvious, but he never expected that this person could guess so quickly.

"This." Mu Qing looked at him and blinked, "You can regard him as a talent of mine, a talent that can 100% avoid emotional traps."

Mu Qing left quickly and mercilessly. The baker who was hiding in the bakery next door to watch the excitement saw the person leave, so he tiptoed to the door of the opposite room: "Boss, are you finished?"

"Yeah." Yu Yifeng nodded, motioning for him to come in and help clean up the mess, "Is there a problem?"

"Of course!" the baker mumbled as he wiped the table, "Why didn't he see you surprised, you didn't confess loudly, you didn't quarrel and push, you didn't throw things, you didn't hug and kiss, and even Didn't do any healthy exercise?"

Yu Yifeng raised his eyebrows: "When you Russians chase your sweetheart, do you always get right to the point?"

"That's not true." The baker shook his head, "It's just that I've been listening outside for so long, but your voice has always been so calm, without any ups and downs—is he your ex, or have you been separated for many years? customer of?"

Yu Yifeng smiled: "Actually speaking, he and I have not gone through the process of breaking up. I still think he is my incumbent—it's just that he may not be willing to agree."

The baker glanced at him and sighed deeply: "Boss, he is so heartless, you are so pitiful."

Yu Yifeng didn't waver: "It's better to be pitiful now than to find someone else around him after a year. And he is willing to talk to me calmly, which actually means that he is not indifferent to me—it's just himself I just don’t know. If I do this, it must be effective.”

The baker has a simple mind and has never experienced such a psychological contest with nine twists and eighteen bends.He looked at Yu Yifeng's calm face, and after he hesitated to speak for a long time, he said a classic line without a teacher: "Boss, you just want to be happy."