sneak test

The appearance even returned to his high-cold personality, exhaling air-conditioning with a swish.

I cautiously probed: "Did I forget something important?"

Yuan Che seamlessly and smoothly switched back to the state of spring breeze blowing on his face, "No, it's my problem."

I breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'm relieved. So who do you like?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Yuan Che began to vent his air again. I could tell from his two clear lenses that he was really angry this time. He said, "Think about it carefully."

Everyone rode horses on the ancient road excitedly throughout the afternoon, singing "Dang" cos Huanzhugege, and I rode behind alone, frowning and thinking.

Should I ask Yuan Che who he likes?

Why, because he was once hurt by a cute girl, and the reason why he thought I should know was because I accidentally captured the girl's heart, and he found out today that I didn't know the inside story, so he began to deny himself, I prodded him from the sidelines, so he got angry.

This is the most plausible scenario I can think of.

But who is this lovely girl?

Let me think about it.

I really can't think of any girl with such bad eyesight.

Don't want to, give up.

I drove the horse and walked two steps faster, rode to the side of the female class, and asked softly: "Squad leader, do you know which girl in our class has the highest degree of myopia?"

The female class pushed the glasses: "Why are you asking this?"

I pretended to be mysterious and looked around, and said, "Do me a favor, the mission requires it."

The female class looked clear and lowered their voice: "It should be me, I'm 700 degrees."

The clues of the past strung together a complex logical web in my mind: Why did Yuan Che appear just after I asked the female class if I wanted to make a wish together?Why did Yuan Che invite the female class halfway through the two people shopping?Why was Yuan Che injured and went to the female class to get the medicinal wine immediately, but didn't come to me, the culprit, to ask for responsibility?

Gosh.

Yuan Che likes the female class!

But he misunderstood, the female class doesn't like me at all!

In her eyes, I'm just a head. Although I usually get closer to the female class, she and I really have an ordinary relationship of prompting assignments.

The female class asked me: "Why do you have such an indescribable expression on your face, what's the matter?"

I waved my hands perfunctorily, "It's okay, just do more eye exercises."

I was about to retreat and make a long-term plan, when I thought about it, no, I have to assist.

"Squad leader, which boy in our class do you think is more pleasing to the eye?"

"It's all okay, but if you want to say that it's the most pleasing to the eye, it must be..."

"It's enough for you to know it yourself. A twisted melon is not sweet. If you are a star fan, don't forget to cherish the people around you. There are flowers that can be broken without breaking the branches."

After I finished speaking, I rode my pony and ran away. Well, I have already hinted at it vaguely, and the rest will be up to fate.

I quickly went back to my friend group, and the sports committee was embellishing how the girl smiled at him gently at the beginning, and how she rejected him cruelly in the end.

At this time, when the sun was setting, I felt a sense of melancholy in my heart.

The sports committee said: "Watching the object of your heart and her sweetheart go away, they are deeply in love, and you are alone, how uncomfortable it is, do you know?"

My crush?

It is nothing more than the teacher who suddenly called you up to answer the questions when you were dozing off, found the blind spot test paper when you got it, jumped out suddenly on the road to scare your classmates, and Yuan Che who stood on the podium on the first day of school Yuan Che who shaved his hair in military training, Yuan Che who would not be angry if I accidentally hurt him... Yuan Che who smiled at me at the airport, Yuan Che who borrowed my clothes to wear, and Yuan Che who sang songs in the bar.

Because he is handsome, isn't it normal to have a heartbeat?

But why do I remember it so clearly?

Shouldn't I be numb and immune?

The Sports Commission said: "But if she can get happiness, I choose to let go and fulfill them."

I asked, "How do you look like a great lover?"

The sports committee glanced at me and said quietly: "Because we are too far away, I can't let go."

That's right, a person like Yuan Che who is so perfect that he has almost no flaws, and a person like me who is so ordinary and has no characteristics, aren't they two people who are very far away.

Also, we are all men.

11 Taste of You (AU)

Snow Ciyuanche X Shrimp Dumplings Qin Sigu

Tips: The style of writing is naive, and there is a wonderful childbirth link

Give it to the children who accompanied me here (adults are also expired children), I wish you all a happy meal!

The chef's child wants to eat snacks, he wants to eat glutinous rice cakes, and he wants to eat ice cream.Mom said it was almost time to eat, and she could only eat one.The chef was taught that children should not be greedy, so he became an excellent chef in order to be able to eat whatever he wanted.

The chef thought, let the child eat if he wants to eat.

So Haruto was born.

The chef made a snow rice cake with his own glutinous rice cakes and Shishu ice cream produced by his factory. This is the first snow rice cake he made. What is the name? He saw the children’s round toys Car, let’s call it a round car!

The advertising slogan of Shishu ice cream is that there is a poetic spirit in his stomach, and Yuanche is a cultured Xueci. He is not satisfied with this name. It is too earthy. It is not a name that a food should have. He wants to call himself Yuan Toru.

With the name, the chef developed feelings for Yuan Che, and he was reluctant to let the child eat him.

The chef is a chef with a sense of ritual. He decided to put Yuan Toru in the exhibition freezer of the food processing factory and start mass production.

Yuanche Xueci has been widely welcomed, and the factory began to accept children to visit.

The guide said: "This is the first Yuanche Xueci, but no one knows what it tastes like. It is the most mysterious Xueci in the world."

The children huddled together, sticking their fleshy little hands on the showcase, shouting, "Wow! It looks round, soft, and delicious!"

As food, being praised as delicious is the highest honor.

Yuan Che was very happy.

He would be happier if the saliva of certain children did not drip on the display cabinet.

As the day passed, the children all went home, and the workers left the factory one after another. Only Yuan Che was left in the freezer, listening to the sound of the air-conditioning.

Alone, lonely, cold.

Days passed, and finally one day, another food was put into the display case.

He looked at Yuan Che curiously through the glass partition, and introduced himself: "I am the first shrimp dumpling of the Sigu brand, which is different from the shrimp dumpling outside. I followed the surname of the person who made me. My name is Qin Sigu. May I have your name?"

Yuan Che quietly observed Qin Sigu, he was a wrinkled dough, like wearing a strange hat, Yuan Che had never gotten along with other food, he was embarrassed to say hello, so he didn't make a sound.

Qin Sigu glanced at the famous brand next to him, and suddenly realized: "Oh! So you are Yuan Che! No wonder it looks delicious."

Yuan Che said, "I'm not Yuan Che, I'm Yuan Che."

Qin Sigu said: "Okay, Yuan Che, what's inside you, it looks really round."

Yuan Che replied, "It's ice cream."

It turned out to be ice cream, and ice cream doesn't like to match other foods.Qin Sigu thought about it and said, "Oh, so you are a glutinous rice ball filled with ice cream."

All food attaches great importance to its own type. Yuan Che clarified: "I am Xueci, not Tangyuan. Xueci and Tangyuan are different."

Qin Sigu was still very puzzled: "I have been to Tangyuan's house, they are as round as you, and you are so round, why not Tangyuan?"

Yuan Che said: "The glutinous rice balls in the freezer are hard, but I am soft, so I am not glutinous rice balls."

Qin Sigu seemed to understand: "You are right, I want to touch you, is that okay?"

Yuan Che has only been touched by his maker, it always feels a bit weird to let other food touch him, he is not just any random food.

Yuan Che refused, "No."

Qin Sigu was not discouraged: "Okay, let me tell you a secret, I was caught by a sea shrimp, you can smell the waves when you get close to me, do you want to smell it?"

Is he coming over?It's not that I don't want it, they are not familiar with each other yet.Yuan Che said, "No."

At this time, a group of children on a spring outing came, and they could be heard yelling in a small milky voice from a distance. The children followed the guide and walked to the display cabinet.

Qin Sigu had never seen so many people. He was just born, and he only saw the boss and his child.

The children were all looking at the big, round, and white Yuan Che, and exclaimed: "Wow, this looks so cute and delicious!"

Qin Sigu looked at Yuan Che enviously. He also wanted to be praised for his delicious food, but everyone's attention was attracted by Yuan Che, and no one noticed him.

A child found Qin Sigu, pointed at him and shouted, "Why is there dough here?"

The guide took a look and corrected, "This is not dough, it's a shrimp dumpling."

Children: "Auntie, what is a sand sculpture?"

The guide said, "It's not my aunt, it's my sister."

The children nodded and shouted at Qin Sigu, "Sister!"

The guide rubbed his forehead: "No, this is not my sister, it's a sand sculpture, no, it's shrimp dumplings, Xiah shrimp, jiao dumplings, shrimp dumplings."

The children followed up earnestly: "Wet Shark, Diao Diao, Sand Sculpture."

Guide: "Shrimp dumplings."

Child: "Sand sculpture."

The tour guide laughed awkwardly: "Forget it, you still can't pronounce this sound, let's go."

A group of people left in a mighty manner.

Qin Sigu stared at their backs, the folds drooped down in aggrieved manner, his face was flushed red, as if he was about to cry, and he kept muttering: "I am a shrimp dumpling, not a sand sculpture, I am a shrimp dumpling, no