Right smell, wrong person

One of the few happy events in life is seeing an old friend again. The peaceful life in the past six months has made Yu Ding much calmer. He and Lin Bei seem to be back in college, bickering and chatting.

But the cleaning was not finished, so Yu Ding had to continue. Seeing the exhaustion on Lin Beiwei Xiaobao's face, Yu Ding quickly cleaned up his room and let the two of them go to rest.

"You don't need my help?" Lin Bei washed his face and stood at the door of the room.

"You will?" Yu Ding looked at him with a half-smile.

Lin Bei blinked his eyes, gave a dry cough, carried Wei Xiaobao into the room, and said as he walked, "Oh, I've been on the plane all morning, so I'm sleepy."

Yu Ding laughed, put on rubber gloves and continued to work. When taking off the sofa cover, Yu Ding took the bag that Lin Bei put on it, and was about to move it aside, but when he picked it up, something fell out. It turned out that Lin Bei was taking something out just now and forgot to close the zipper.Yu Ding shook his head and laughed, Lin Bei's disregard for the future has not changed for so many years, Yu Ding put down the bag, squatted on the ground to pick up the things one by one, only to find that all the medicine bottles fell out, Yu Ding frowned, and opened the bag. There was a pack full of medicines. Could it be that Lin Bei was sick?Yu Ding became worried, picked up the medicine bottle and looked at it carefully.

There are several kinds of drugs, Yu Ding doesn't know what these drugs are for, but after seeing one of them is an oral Alpha inhibitor, Yu Ding finally understands that this drug is not Lin Bei's... Lin Bei Bei just said that he was going to bring something to Lin Qingfeng this time, could it be these medicines?

Yu Ding took out his mobile phone, took pictures of the names on the medicine bottles, and put them back in his bag.

After Lin Bei and Wei Xiaobao woke up, it was already evening. One big and one small came out of the room rubbing their eyes. Yu Ding had just finished cleaning. He changed his clothes and asked them, "I'm going out to buy vegetables. What do you want to eat?" ?”

"Shopping for vegetables?" Lin Bei became interested: "Let's go together, let's go together." After speaking, he quickly changed his clothes with Wei Xiaobao in his arms, and went out with Yu Ding.

The neighborhood in Yuding is relatively old, and there are no big supermarkets around, but there is a vegetable market that has been around for decades. The vegetables in the vegetable market are very fresh and there are many types. Lin Bei and Wei Xiaobao, who visited the vegetable market for the first time, were dumbfounded.

"Wow! What a big market!"

"Wow! So many dishes!"

Yu Ding had no choice but to pull one with each hand: "Don't look around, be careful that there is water on the ground."

"It's really lively." Lin Bei looked at the lively vegetable market freshly, looked at the bargaining vendors and the uncles and aunts who bought vegetables, and found it very interesting. He repeatedly sighed that his son deserves to be born by him. Almost exactly the same.

"People from several surrounding communities buy vegetables here, so it's certainly lively," Yu Ding explained, "and the vegetables in this vegetable market are fresh and cheap, and many of them are merchants who have sold vegetables for many years."

"Yes, yes, look at this celery, it's so fresh!"

Yu Ding rolled his eyes: "What's fresh? The leaves of this vegetable are all wilted, so let's go to the point where you can't cook."

"I don't know how to do it. Can't I learn it? My uncle who doesn't work hard and doesn't distinguish grains and grains has almost learned it. I can't be inferior to him." Lin Bei was excited, saying whatever he should say or not I said it, and after I finished speaking, I felt that I seemed to have said something wrong, so I quickly covered my mouth.

But Yu Ding heard it and wondered: "Lin Qingfeng learned to cook?"

"Ah? Ah...Xiaobao, look what kind of food that is," Lin Bei hugged Wei Xiaobao and ran away in a hurry. Seeing that Lin Bei didn't want to say anything, Yu Ding didn't continue Asking, just when he lowered his head to pick the dishes, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind, without any warning, he just thought of what Lin Qingfeng would look like in charge of cooking, and his personality of doing everything well, would cooking be like this ?

Yu Ding actually overestimated Lin Qingfeng, maybe cooking requires talent.Lin Qingfeng enrolled in a culinary art school in Miancheng, and studied diligently with his teacher for nearly half a year. He has achieved... He can also cook scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but the eggs are often undercooked. Teacher Yi has tried to persuade him to give up more than once. It probably means that God may close a door for you and open a window for you. The world is so big, why bother with cooking?It's good to do something else, and maybe make a career out of it.

But Lin Qingfeng disagreed. He even asked the teacher to teach him how to make soup. This kind of difficulty factor is almost impossible for Lin Qingfeng, who is a black hole in cooking. Facts have proved that the teacher's prediction was correct, and Lin Qingfeng cooked it. The soup, the unpalatable index of five stars may not be enough to sum it up. The cooking teacher looked at the dark soup, and couldn't remember how many times he couldn't eat it.

"I don't think you need to taste the taste, Mr. Lin," the teacher said with a smile, and praised without hesitation: "I feel that it is better than last time!"

"Really?" Lin Qingfeng looked at the cooking teacher in disbelief, and hesitated, "Why do I feel bad? Don't you think it looks like a bowl of poison?" He muttered sadly: "Look Come on, I am not a material for cooking."

What is resemblance? It’s just that. This apprentice is not good at cooking, and his self-positioning is quite clear... The culinary art teacher swears in his heart, but he dare not say it, for fear of hurting the passion of this hard-working young man for cooking. Although he now deeply understands that passion alone is useless

"Everyone has a shortcoming here. Perhaps Mr. Lin's shortcoming is cooking, but don't be discouraged," he patted Lin Qingfeng on the shoulder: "Although you can't make soup, you can cook vegetables. Tomato scrambled eggs are not good. Is it good?"

"You can't let him eat tomato scrambled eggs every day," Lin Qingfeng was a little annoyed, and even got angry with himself. After learning for almost half a year, the teacher can't wait to teach by hand, and he is still at this level.

"Mr. Lin... don't be too sad," the culinary art teacher comforted: "Just try your best and put your heart into it. I believe that the person in your heart will definitely see your hard work."

"You're right." Lin Qingfeng poured out the bowl of soup that looked like poison, and took out the ingredients again: "I must have not paid enough attention just now, let's do it again."

Seeing Lin Qingfeng's energetic appearance, the culinary art teacher thought about it, but didn't say anything to discourage his enthusiasm.

When the going on here was in full swing, the doorbell rang.

Lin Qingfeng chopped vegetables seriously, and he didn't have time to go, so he asked the cooking teacher to open the door for him.

Lin Bei took Wei Xiaobao by the hand and saw a man he didn't know standing behind the door, he was stunned for a moment: "Who are you?"

"I am Mr. Lin's cooking teacher. My surname is Tian, ​​Tian Zhen." Tian Zhen brought Lin Bei in while talking: "Mr. Lin is busy in the kitchen now."

"Oh, okay," Lin Bei followed Tian Zhen, entered the room, looked into the kitchen, and saw his uncle who had never been in the kitchen, wearing an apron, lowering his head and cutting seriously. For cooking, Lin Bei already knew that Lin Qingfeng was concentrating on learning how to cook and had achieved some success, but seeing him busy in the kitchen with his own eyes still felt a bit time-traveled.

Lin Bei walked into the kitchen full of curiosity, looked at the black soup that had not been washed down in the sink, and asked suspiciously, "Uncle, what is this?"

Wei Xiaobao was short and couldn't see what was in the sink, and when he heard his father's inquiry, he was also curious, picked up Lin Bei's trousers, and said in a crisp child voice, "Dad, what are you talking to little uncle? look."

Lin Bei bent down and hugged Wei Xiaobao.

Lin Qingfeng coughed dryly, and felt a little embarrassed: "It's nothing."

Lin Bei felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. It was Wei Xiaobao who was mischievous, and when Lin Bei didn't pay attention, he reached out and dipped his hand into the sink, and then stretched it into his mouth. Lin Bei was shocked when he saw it, and quickly stopped: "Wei Qingbei! Who taught you? Put everything into your mouth! What if you eat something that is inedible and you get sick?"

When Lin Bei and Wei Zhengbang were angry, they would call Wei Xiaobao by his first name. Wei Xiaobao knew that Lin Bei was angry, so he put his finger in his mouth and pouted.There were tears in his eyes, and he was so wronged that he contained two bags of tears.

Lin Qingfeng sighed, and said: "That's nothing, it's the soup I poured out just now, at most it's a bit unpalatable, and you'll be fine if you drink it." He wiped his hands dry, and from Lin Bei Wei Xiaobao was picked up in his arms, comforted while walking towards the living room.

"Soup?" Lin Bei muttered, following Wei Xiaobao's example, he reached into the sink, dipped some in his fingers, and put it in his mouth.

"Bah, bah, bah, what's the smell? It's so strange? Uncle, did you cook the soup or poison?" Lin Bei rushed out of the kitchen and yelled while looking for water to rinse his mouth.

Wei Xiaobao didn't know whether he was offended by the smell of the soup, or frightened by Lin Bei's angry words, and sat in Lin Qingfeng's arms.Although the mouth is not pouted, the tears in the eyes still cannot fall.

Lin Qingfeng patiently took a tissue, gently covered Xiaobao's eyes, and said, "If it was poison, would you still be alive now?"

"I saw the picture of tomato scrambled eggs you posted a few days ago, and thought you had a little success in cooking." Lin Bei flipped through Wei Xiaobao's small bag, took out two candies, peeled one and stuffed it into his own. In his mouth, he peeled off another one and stuffed it into Wei Weibao's mouth, while eating, he complained: "At your level just now, I seriously suspect that you didn't make the tomato scrambled eggs in the picture."

Back then when Lin Qingfeng was promised to come to Miancheng alone, Lin Qingshan and the Lin family had a request not to interfere.Lin Qingshan asked Lin Qingfeng to report his progress to the family group every once in a while, so that they would know how Lin Qingfeng was doing in Miancheng.Ever since Lin Qingfeng started to learn how to cook, every once in a while, he would always send some photos of the dishes he made to the group. Of course, the most appetizing tomato scrambled eggs must be the one that he posted, which caused Lin Bei, who also had no culinary talent, admired Lin Qingfeng very much.

"Those were made by Mr. Lin, I can testify, but the only dishes Mr. Lin can make so far are scrambled eggs with tomatoes." Tian Zhen said from the side: "Mr. Lin is still learning how to make soup. , maybe it will improve after a while." Tian Zhen didn't have any confidence in saying the latter sentence.

After hearing this, Lin Bei looked suddenly enlightened, glanced at his uncle with a teasing look, and said happily, "Hey, uncle, guess what I had for dinner?"

"what?"

"Tomato and egg drop soup, stir-fried shredded pork with celery. Stir-fried seasonal vegetables, braised lion's head," blinked at Lin Qingfeng after finishing speaking, "Although they are all home-cooked dishes, they taste really good. You must cook it yourself."

Lin Qingfeng was so jealous that he almost wanted to splash the water on the table on Lin Beiyao's mighty face.