Missy's Substitute President

On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, Chu Xiansheng went back to his home and met his father casually.

Chu Fei wanted to go on a date with a new girlfriend, so he drove Chu Xiansheng away early, and Chu Xiansheng was eager to return to the villa as soon as possible, so the two hit it off and went out separately.

Chu Xiansheng took a taxi and went all the way home in the snowy scene, and tipped the driver an extra 200 yuan to make a big splash.

As soon as you enter the house, the whole room is filled with warm heating and the smell of sweet food.

Chu Xiansheng quickly hung his coat on the coat rack by the door, turned into the kitchen and said loudly:

"Wow, it smells so good!"

The kitchen is very lively at the moment, the whole family is crowded inside, Aunt Zhang is cooking, Uncle Jiang is steaming things, Liu Xi stands in the center of the room, commanding like a leader.

"Aunt Zhang, it's all right, it's time to cook! Put out the light soy sauce!"

Aunt Zhang said "Hey", quickly picked up the soy sauce and poured a little into the pot.

"Uncle Jiang, do you remember the time? How many minutes?"

"8 minutes! My old man remembers exactly!"

Uncle Jiang answered with a smile, walking around the big steamer.

There was a "ding" from the oven over there, and Liu Xi immediately put on oven mitts and opened the door.

Everyone in the room had something to do, and everyone was too busy to take care of her. Standing at the door, Chu Xiansheng had an inexplicably subtle feeling of being rejected.

With a light cough, she enthusiastically entered the crowded room full of cages, and followed behind Liu Xi:

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Liu Xi was taking a baking tray out of the oven, when she heard this, she looked up and saw this person:

"Oh you're back! Chop an onion for me."

Chu Xiansheng looked around:

"Where are the onions?"

Liu Xi put the baking tray on the huge counter, took off her gloves, picked up a sharp knife, and pointed to the chopping board next to her:

"There."

Chu Xiansheng looked in the direction where the tip of her knife was pointing, and there was indeed a purple onion, a carrot, and even some vegetables that she didn't recognize on the chopping board.

"Okay, what kind of cut?"

"Cut it into pieces."

Liu Xi didn't have time to take care of her at all, she took that beautiful and delicate boning knife, raised and lowered it.

A huge crispy roasted elbow on the baking tray made a "stinging" crispy tearing sound. Just listening to this sound seemed to stimulate the secretion of saliva.

With the boning knife in hand, Liu Xi is like a female general who has got her own weapon. She cuts the roasted elbow into large pieces with fast speed and good-looking movements.

She put the elbows on a large platter, one by one, and garnished them with basil leaves and a small flower.

After finishing a dish, she didn't have time to rest, so she immediately turned and went to Uncle Jiang:

"Is it time, Uncle Jiang, this fish can't be steamed too much, it will get old after a long time!"

Uncle Jiang was watching the time with a stopwatch in his hand, and said very rigorously:

"Wait, there are five seconds left, five, four, three, two, one! Open the pot!"

Uncle Jiang turned off the steamer excitedly, opened the steamer a crack, and the white gas scattered inside, making the whole kitchen full of white mist with fragrance.

After the fog dissipated, Liu Xi continued to put on her gloves and took out the two dishes from the steamer.One is steamed turbot and the other is pagoda meat, both of which are hot and fragrant.

Liu Xi walked past Chu Xiansheng with two dishes of dishes, and suddenly saw the tears on Chu Xiansheng's face when Chu Xiansheng turned his face away, and was so frightened that he stopped, and hurriedly handed the dishes to Uncle Jiang for him to take away , walked to Chu Xiansheng's side to check, and asked worriedly:

"What's wrong with you? Are you crying like this?"

Chu Xiansheng wept all over his face, raised the kitchen knife in his hand, and said in a crying voice:

"I...I'm fine..."

Liu Xi looked at the chopping board, the onion had just been cut in half, and the crooked onion was overturned on the table in large chunks, without any order at all.

"Oh, are you cutting onions or embroidering flowers? Are you actually planning to cut them petal by petal? My god, Chu Xiansheng, are you a culinary genius? New Oriental should invite you to be a teaching material, completely A complete negative teaching material."

While nagging, Liu Xi snatched the kitchen knife and onion from Chu Xiansheng's hand, and smiled brightly at Chu Xiansheng:

"Look, when you cut onions, you have to put water on the knife first, so that the blades are covered with water so that the irritating substances of the onions don't evaporate, and it's hot to the eyes. Then when you cut the onions, the onions are round and don't need a lot of water. Break it off and cut it bit by bit, cut it in half and put it down, and then cut it horizontally and vertically a few times, understand?"

Liu Xi quickly chopped the onion and put it on a plate for later use, clapped her hands, and looked at Chu Xiansheng with red and swollen eyes.

Maybe it was because Chu Xiansheng was too miserable, Liu Xi could see a trace of a weak beauty from her frowning and red eyes.

She asked with concern:

"You look a bit uncomfortable, are you okay?"

Chu Xiansheng was very good at going with the wind, and took advantage of the situation to lay down on Liu Xi's shoulder, hanging limply on her body, and said in a low voice:

"Hmm, very bad, uncomfortable."

Liu Xi was startled, and helped her up with her arms:

"I'm not feeling well, let alone stay in the kitchen. Go outside and see if our snacks and fruits are ready."

Chu Xiansheng didn't want to leave Liu Xi's side, but couldn't find a reason, so he walked out step by step, stood at the kitchen door and looked inside.

Liu Xi continued to be busy in the kitchen. She was wearing a nice big apron. She turned around neatly and gracefully. She was full of air and polite. She never forgot to be funny, which made Aunt Zhang and Uncle Jiang laugh.

This scene seemed to be too warm.

This is a family-like fireworks scene that Chu Xiansheng has never seen before.

In such a picture, everyone is vivid, full of vitality, happy and stretching themselves, unlike in her memory, the home is always shrouded in a gloomy and dull atmosphere.

At that time, my mother was always angry, my father was always smoking, and the New Year's Eve dinner was made of quick-frozen dumplings bought outside, and it was fine to reheat them casually.

Chu Xiansheng is very precocious, she will go back to her room to do her homework, and her parents will quarrel in the middle of the night, accompanied by the sound of firecrackers from other people's houses, waking her up.

She would huddle under the covers, her eyes wide open, shivering with terror.

She never wanted to live that year again.

Fortunately, now, she also has the opportunity to live the happy festival of such an ordinary family.

Her gaze was fixed on Liu Xi, chasing Liu Xi's figure walking back and forth, she felt that just looking at this person, she could feel warmth and happiness.

She is so greedy for this feeling.

Many things have been quietly deteriorating, but she still suppresses her mood, does not face it squarely, and dare not open her heart to see the words beating inside.

But her gaze and heartbeat wouldn't lie.

As night falls, the Spring Festival Gala is about to begin.

In order to watch the Spring Festival Gala, Uncle Jiang moved a simple dining table and set it up, and then put the food on it plate by plate, and everyone sat around a big round table to eat.

In fact, there are only four people, and it is not enough to sit at this big table.

But everyone silently found a place to sit down, looked at the table full of ingredients, and waited for the moment when the Spring Festival Gala started.

Liu Xi and Chu Xiansheng sat in the middle, and Aunt Zhang and Uncle Jiang sat on the other side.

The table was filled with the results of several people's hard work all afternoon. There were only four people eating, but they cooked eight dishes.

"Four cold and four hot. There will be soup later. Okay, Xiaoxi led us to make this. Xiaoxi is so capable! Come on, Xiaoxi has worked hard today, let's have a drink first."

Aunt Zhang stood up first and said, pouring Liuxi a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus liqueur.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang."

Liu Xi took it and drank it dry in one gulp.

Aunt Zhang looked at her lovingly and muttered:

"You loved to drink this wine when you were a child. It's sweet. Your uncle and I searched a lot of nearby supermarkets to find this wine. It's hard to buy now."

"Thank you Aunt Zhang, you have worked hard too."

Liu Xi put down her wine glass, picked up a small bottle of wine, and toasted Aunt Zhang and Uncle Jiang.

Both of them drank it down with a smile. This kind of wine is actually like fruit juice to adults, it doesn't taste like wine at all, but Liuxi likes it, so everyone follows Liuxi's taste.

Just at this time, the classic opening music of the Spring Festival Gala sounded.

"Well, let's have a drink together. Wishing everyone a happy new year... every day."

Liu Xi picked up the wine glass and gestured to everyone.

Chu Xiansheng also poured himself a glass of wine, stood up and clinked glasses with everyone.

"happy everyday."

Several people drank the glass of wine and sat down.

Liu Xi lowered her head abruptly, her shoulders shrugged slightly.

Aunt Zhang and Uncle Jiang looked at each other in unison and remained silent.

Chu Xiansheng looked down and saw Liu Xi's tears, like broken pearls, falling on his lap and on the table.

She was speechless.

Some things will never pass. The death of Liu's father will always leave a hole in Liu Xi's heart.

This was the first Spring Festival without Liu's father, and Liu Xi had difficulty getting used to it, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Chu Xiansheng waited for a while, seeing that Liu Xi's mood gradually calmed down, then reached out and hugged her shoulder.

He gently pulled her into his arms.

Liu Xi was still sobbing, and fell into a warm and soft embrace with all her strength.

The end of the nose sniffed the unique light fragrance of Chu Xiansheng.

It's a bit like the sweet-scented osmanthus liqueur that I drank just now, with a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Is it perfume, or body wash or shampoo?

In such an embrace, gradually, Liu Xi's heart full of sadness was healed.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

Chu Xiansheng whispered in her ear, every word was as soft as a freshly baked pudding, with firm strength to comfort people's hearts.

Liu Xi finally raised her face, looked around, and found that she was still in Chu Xiansheng's arms, her face just facing Chu Xiansheng's... chest.

A little embarrassing.Her face was hot and she wanted to get up.

Chu Xiansheng looked at her, suddenly stretched out his hand, and gently wiped her cheek.

"Why is there so much water? You can cry too much. You deserve to be called Xiaoxi."

She wiped it once, then again, gently rubbing her fingers on Liu Xi's face.

The surface of the skin that she had rubbed seemed to be on fire, and it began to burn crazily and non-stop.

"I...you are the only one with a lot of water."

Liu Xi hurriedly avoided her hand and sat up quickly.

The sound of the beating heart, the burning heat on the face.

Make everything feel like a dream.