Follow the sound and follow the way

BGM of this chapter: Organ version of Bach-The Art of Fugue (JohannSebastianBach-The Art of Fugue)

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Mu Kang couldn't hold it until 09:30. He was slightly drunk and affected by jet lag, so he couldn't help falling into a dream almost as soon as he climbed into bed.In the last minute before losing consciousness, he actually remembered like a god that he should set an alarm clock at 1:[-] in the morning, so as to establish his personal image in Lin Yan's heart.

Although in Lin Yan's mind, Mu Kang's personal image does not have the attribute of "getting up early".

Unexpectedly, Mu Kang opened his eyes on time at seven o'clock the next morning, and the alarm clock app, which was eager to start, was caught off guard and dismissed from class.

When he was still in a dazed state, he could smell the ebony fragrance, lingering in the bedding room, clearly proclaiming that this was Lin Yan's home.

The Mu scum was as content as a dog, holding the quilt and sniffing it for a long time, thinking: My territory.

Li Chongyuan, who had just learned from the "Schoenberg Sage" that Mu Kang had already moved into Lin Yan's house, was deeply worried by this long-lost spirit.

Will Lin Zhi still be able to participate in the rehearsal unharmed?Won't suffocate to death?

Li Chongyuan, an observer of the human heart, thought over and over again, hesitating whether he should rush to disturb him or not.The scumbag's wrath doesn't really bother the master, the only thing he's afraid of is that Lin Zhi sees himself as a light bulb and unleashes his thunderous wrath of command.Coupled with the recent fact that the orchestra is rehearsing Richard Strauss, each of them has been tortured into a philosopher with a lot of inner drama. After careful consideration, he decided not to add fuel to the fire for the time being.

At 07:30 CET, Mukang received a WeChat greeting from Li Chongyuan.

-Ye Ye: Welcome to the country where birds don’t shit, make an appointment when you have time, see you later.

-Mukang: See you later.

He packed himself slowly, and walked lightly to the kitchen to look for food.Lin Yan had already gotten up and was putting milk into the microwave oven. When he saw Mu Kang coming down, he immediately turned to get a cup: "Good morning, do you want some milk?"

Mu Kang: "What can I eat?"

Lin Yan looked around the kitchen: "Fruit, milk, eggs, bacon, toast."

Mu Kang thought for a while, squeezed Lin Yan outside, and said, "You bake the toast, I'll do the rest, do you have onions and tomatoes?"

Lin Yan took out the onions and tomatoes and handed them to Mu Kang, and watched in shock as they were quickly chopped into cubes twice.

Mukang heats up the pan and pours the oil, fry the bacon first, sprinkle the onion and tomato with salt and pepper and sauté until fragrant, take it out for later use; then break up the eggs and pour them into the pan, flip them over and fry for 30 seconds; finally pour in Stir-fried onions, tomatoes, bacon, and two or three strokes of the spatula rolled up the eggs, and a perfect egg roll came out of the pan.

The whole process is done in one go, quite like a chef.

Lin Yan: "..."

Mu Kongque turned on the screen hundreds of times coquettishly without saying a word in front of Lin Yan, and there is no one time that can compare with this time to make Lin Yan dumbfounded.

Two minutes later, the second omelet was out of the pan. Mu Kang calmly put the omelette on the dining table, and turned to Lin Yan who was stunned: "Where's the toast?"

Lin Yan asked weakly: "...you know how to cook?"

Mu Kang: "Yes, but it's still a little worse than my mother."

Fruit, toast, milk, bacon and tomato omelette served with Mu Peacock's "spreading out" omelette, the breakfast is so rich that it has the charm of a hotel buffet.

"I need to buy some daily necessities." Mu Kang said while eating, "Where can I buy it?"

Lin Yan was still carefully forking the omelette, fearing that the eggs and vegetables would be scattered, so he didn't raise his head: "Drive to L City to buy it later."

Mu Kang finished the omelette in two or three bites, took a piece of toast with chocolate sauce, and watched Lin Sansui's clumsy eating posture with relish: "I've wanted to ask for a long time... Are you not good at using a fork? "

Lin Yan admitted in a muffled voice: "Yes."

It took him a long time to finally finish the omelette perfectly, and he clearly realized that the omelet was really delicious, and Mu Kang's cooking skills were only "a little" worse than Mrs. Mu's.

The two went out at 10:30 and drove to L City to do some shopping.The drive was not long, and I couldn't finish listening to a recording, so there was no music in the car, and the windows were only opened a little.The sun happily passed through the windshield and licked the faces of the two of them. Mu Kang moved closer to the window and took a deep breath of the cold air washed by snow mountains, lake water and green grass.

When the car stopped at the intersection and waited for a red light, two wild pigeons seemed to be sitting on a slide paved with sunlight, plopped onto the wiper blades, and kissed in front of the two of them.

Mu Kang: "Ayan, look! What are they doing?"

Lin Yan wandered between the traffic lights and the pigeons, and said uncertainly, "Are you...feeding something?"

Mu Kang said sincerely: "It's really likable."

Lin Yan really didn't understand why the disheveled pigeon was so attractive, so he could only agree with him with a "huh".

After a ten-minute drive, the "handsome guy with an indifferent face" that the foreman of Boiling Point called made a fuss like a bumpkin all the way, until he got out of the car and was stopped by the oncoming chill.He changed into a sweater, but it was a spring style that valued acting more than keeping warm. Now standing in the wind, he still felt cold: "I need to buy some clothes, it's colder than I thought."

Lin Yan took Mu Kang into the shopping mall: "Well, if you have to go up the mountain, you don't have enough clothes."

"I think so too." Mu Kang snapped his fingers, "I still have to buy vegetables, there's nothing to eat in the kitchen, don't you usually cook?"

Lin Yan, who had fried steak for the Mu scum last night, said dryly, "No."

"Hahaha, it's okay, I don't usually do it." Mu Kang said.

"It doesn't look like you don't do it." Lin Yan said.

"I really don't cook, I live alone, what kind of food do I cook?" Mu Kang said boldly, "Culinary skills are inherited."

Lin Yan was stunned, thinking: live alone?What about Xiaoxiao?

He was a little curious, but felt that there was nothing to ask.Lin Yan grew up in a traditional Chinese family. He followed the example of "ancient gentleman" and did not know many Chinese characters. The admonition of "he should be responsible for himself is also important, and he should treat others lightly" is very firm.Although Lin Yan himself keeps himself clean, he always adheres to the principle of not asking, not discussing, and not caring about the private life of his friends.

Besides, Mu Kang is a straight man with steel bars, and his relationship status is completely different from that of Lin Yan. If he asks a bad answer like "We are getting married and planning to buy a house", wouldn't he be looking for abuse?

"What kind of food do you want to buy?" Lin Yan didn't think about the question of "living alone". "Do you want to buy Chinese seasoning? You have to go to the Chinese supermarket."

Mu Kang: "Buy it, eat it in the city at noon, and I will cook at night?"

Lin Yan thought of the omelette that was only a small test in the morning, and said expectantly: "That's great."

"If you can satisfy Lin Sansui." Mu Kang said lightly, "I can do it every day."

The scumbag who is not friends with anyone and only teases is online.Lin Yan's heartbeat seemed to slow down a beat, and he looked away and said, "...Thank you."

Mu Kang jokingly said: "It's right to take care of a three-year-old child."

The two spent more than an hour buying daily necessities, threw all the bags back into the car, found a coffee shop by the square, and ordered two pizzas and salads.

The sound of guitars and the laughter of tourists came from the side of the square facing the lake, filling the air with a sweet and fragrant taste.Mu Kang commented: "You play the guitar well, and the music is also good. What song is this?"

Lin Yan said casually: "Livinginlakeside."

Mu Kang listened carefully for a while, and said appreciatively, "That's what you mean. Is this piece famous?"

Lin Yan's brown pupils were filled with golden light: "It doesn't count."

The two leisurely bathed in the sun and ate lunch.There was no dressing on the vegetable salad, and some nuts were mixed in. Before Lin Yan could eat it, a fat white pigeon suddenly landed ferociously on the table, grabbing food from Lin Sansui with great momentum.

The pigeon's beak is hard and flexible, and its speed of pecking nuts far exceeds that of Lin Sansui, who is not very good at using a spoon.

Lin Yan: "..."

Mu Kang laughed and drove the pigeon away, and summed it up brilliantly: "You have a bad relationship with animals."

After lunch, the two walked along the lake to the commercial street where clothes were sold, passed by a steady stream of tourists, and passed the guitarist who had been praised by the great talent Mu.

It was a handsome blond guy in his early forties, sitting by the lake and playing the guitar intoxicated. He was wearing a light brown casual suit and a woolen top hat of the same color. love life.

Mu Kang put one hundred Swiss francs into the guitar case in front of the handsome blond guy, and said sincerely: "Bravo!"

The handsome guy smiled brightly at the big benefactor, and said "Merci" several times in a row. Lin Yan waved to the handsome guy behind Mu Kang. The two men met their eyes and nodded slightly towards each other.

Mu Kang didn't pay attention, and turned to Lin Yan and said, "I also gave you your share."

Lin Yan: "Well, go shopping for clothes."

Mukang's installation method is very strange.The two walked back and forth five or six times in the commercial street. Lin Yan almost ran out of counting the red floor tiles in the whole street, and Mu Kang hadn't tried enough clothes yet.Fortunately, Lin Yan has always been very patient. After counting the floor tiles, he can also count the colorful windows without feeling too irritated.

However, the great talent Mu once again refreshed Lin Yan's three views. This guy tried on nearly twenty sets of clothes and shoes, and finally bought more than half of them.

Lin Yan was carrying a bunch of paper bags, struggling like a hard-working straight man shopping with his girlfriend: "Why do you buy so many?"

Mu Kang also carried more than a dozen paper bags, walked out of breath, and still said in an "obligatory" tone: "The closet is not full."

Lin Yan: "..."

The two staggered overwhelmed to put things in front of the car, and the rear trunk lost three-quarters of the space.Mu Kang said excitedly: "Let's go and buy vegetables. By the way, do you have a rice cooker at home?"

The lengthy shopping trip finally came to a successful end after sweeping the Chinese supermarket.Mu Kang picked out all the sauces and ingredients necessary for Chinese food, and bought rice, vegetables and meat enough to last for three or four days, and announced with a big hand: "It's ok, let's go home."

The rear trunk was so stuffed that there was no room for any stitches. It took less than a day for Mu Kang to shamelessly turn the guest into the hostel, without any sense of being a tenant.

At 05:30 in the afternoon, the two returned home with the scenery of the lake and mountains. First, they worked together to move the piles of new clothes out of the car and temporarily left them in the corner of the living room;

Lin Yan made a pot of tea, and then played the string quartet version "The Art of Fugue" that Zhang afternoon had just bought.The two hung up their coats and took off their sweaters, and sat side by side on the sofa to taste the greatest polyphonic counterpoint work in human history.

When the piece was placed in the seventh contrapunctus, Mu Kang suddenly said, "Not very good."

Lin Yan: "The string music is still too elegant."

Mu Kang: "You shouldn't vibrato."

Lin Yan: "Without vibrato, the melody of the theme cannot be reflected."

"That's right." Mu Kang thought for a while and said, "It's better not to use strings."

"Of course the organ is the best." Lin Yan said, "But it will be difficult for the audience to accept the performance by purely discussing polyphony and counterpoint."

Mu Kang took a sip of tea and said willfully: "Then don't perform, just record."

"I'm a conductor, how can I not perform." Lin Yan smiled and stood up, "Gould?"

"That's right." Mu Kang also stood up, "Cooking, wait to eat, Lin Sansui."

Lin Yan changed the CD, and the solemn and straight sound of the pipe organ swept all the space on the first floor.He followed Mu Kang to the kitchen and asked curiously, "Can I watch?"

"Of course, just look around." Mu Kang rolled up his sleeves, "Do you have an apron?"

Lin Yan pulled out a blue plaid apron with a neutral style, and Mu Kang took it and put it on.

He put on the air of preparing a Manchu banquet, and calmly announced the names of two uninspiring dishes: "At night, we will eat stewed pork with potatoes and scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

Lin Yan also looked like he was waiting to be fed, and said eagerly: "Okay."

Mu Kang turned to look like a teacher, and said patiently: "At the beginning, you must wash the rice and cook it. The rice should be rubbed and rinsed three times. Be careful not to put it in the inner pot of the rice cooker and wash it directly. "

He skillfully washed the rice and put it into the rice cooker, set up the chopping board to cut the meat: "Then cut and marinate the meat that needs to be marinated."

Stewed pork with potatoes does not require knife skills. Mu Kang cuts pork and potatoes into hob pieces at will: "Don't use salt and soy sauce to marinate pork, but use oyster sauce and Shaoxing wine."

Lin Yan: "Why?"

Mu Kang: "This way the cooked meat won't be old."

Lin Yan asked in surprise: "How do you know?"

Mu Kang: "My mother said so.

No wonder it's so crazy, it turns out that there is a large cheat.

"Next, prepare shallots, ginger, garlic and onions, which are necessary for Chinese food. Some are used for cooking oil, and some are used for cooking." Mukang smashed the garlic and said while peeling the skin, "And for Italian food In fact, the cooking ideas of these two cuisines are quite similar.”

Mu Kang, who has a good teacher at home, explained to Lin Yan step by step, from preparing ingredients to stir frying, from adding seasonings in batches to adding water and boiling.A stewed meat with potatoes is really not complicated. After reading it, Lin Yan deeply thought that he could become a teacher.

"After the water boils, simmer on low heat for about half an hour." Mu Kang covered the pot, wiped his hands, "Got it?"

Lin Yan said confidently: "Understood."

Mu Kang said in a tone of "children can teach": "Wait for 10 minutes before making scrambled eggs with tomatoes, so that the two dishes can be served at the same time."

Lin Yan immediately said, "I can make scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

"Really?" Mu Kang narrowed his eyes, "Tell me how you did it."

Lin Yan said seriously: "Put oil, tomatoes, egg liquid, salt, and start the pot."

Mu Kang: "..."

Lin Yan: "It's very simple."

"Too naive, Lin Sansui." Mu Kang stretched out his slender index finger and shook it, "Have a sip of tea first, and I will show you what real scrambled eggs with tomatoes are later."

There is a 15-minute break in the cooking class.The two returned to the sofa to drink tea, and after listening to the whole organ version of "The Art of Fugue", Mu Kang put the tea back on the coffee table and stood up, saying to Lin Yan, "Come on."

Sunlight came in from the window on the south side of the kitchen, mixed with the mild kitchen light, making Mu Kang's straight nose cast a shadow on his face.Mu Kang put on his apron again, and beat two eggs with one hand: "Beat the egg liquid first, be sure to beat the froth."

The chopsticks were stirring in the bowl quickly, and the egg liquid was spinning, as if it was about to overflow, but the clean countertop showed the chef's skillful technique, in fact, not a single drop was leaked.

"Two eggs with four tomatoes. Just peel the tomatoes and cut them into large pieces. Don't break them too much. Try not to let the juice come out." Mu Kang chopped the tomatoes and turned on the heat. "You need a little more oil."

Lin Yan asked puzzledly: "It's similar to my preparation steps?"

"It's about the same here, but it will be different next time." Mu Kang explained while adding oil, "The first step is not to put tomatoes, but fried eggs. Watch it."

All the egg liquid was poured into the pot, spread evenly into omelets, and small bubbles appeared one after another. After 30 seconds, Mu Kang held the pot in his left hand and a shovel in his right, and turned over the huge omelets that covered the entire bottom of the pot like magic. face.

Lin Sansui, who only knows how to flip steaks, was shocked.

"Don't fry for too long, 1 minute is enough." Mukang put the fried omelette on the plate, "Now fry the tomatoes."

A few abstractly cut tomatoes were put into the pot, and they sizzled when they met the oil. Mu Kang flipped them casually a few times, and said solemnly: "Now is the key point—put the sugar."

He picked up the sugar bowl: "There is as much sugar as salt."

Lin Yan was at a loss: "Why? Isn't it very sweet?"

"No." Mu Kang stumbled a few times after putting in the sugar, and quickly poured the omelette into the pot, "Put the sugar and mix well, then put the omelette right away, break the omelette with a spatula, then add salt, a little Light soy sauce, stir fry and mix well."

"It's enough to fry for two to three minutes. Sprinkle chopped green onions before serving." Mu Kang used up the rest of the green onions and made a very beautiful scrambled eggs with tomatoes. He said loudly, "It's time to eat. Serve rice Lin is three years old."

Potato stewed meat and tomato scrambled eggs are the most common Chinese home-cooked dishes, even the banana man Lin Yan can make them at home.

He never knew that these two dishes, which seemed to have no room for development, could actually have such a rich and wonderful taste.

He ate without image, his conductor's demeanor was thrown into the sky, and he said vaguely: "I understand why you can't eat in country P."

While eating, Mu Kang secretly admired Lin Yan's eating: "Hmm."

Lin Yan: "They don't have to look for auntie anymore, you've done a good job."

Mu Kang: "I'm less fond of cooking than my mother, and they probably only ate it once."

Lin Yan sighed, "It's such a pity."

Mu Kang: "It's not easy for one person, but it's too much for three or more people. It's better just me and you.

Lin Yan's hand holding the chopsticks shook slightly.

The Mu scum began to seduce people without knowing it again, and caught the stubborn Lin Yan by surprise.

"Two people only need to cook two or three dishes, and it's neither tiring nor difficult to clean up." Mu Kang said with a smile, "I'll cook for you every day from now on, how about Lin Sansui?"

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The Art of Fugue: The Art of Fugue, German Die Kunstder Fuge, BWV1080, is an unfinished masterpiece of an unspecified instrument by Bach (Johann Sebastian Bach), which was created around the early 1740s or earlier.

City L is in the German-speaking part of Switzerland, but the people there often say Merci, which is a characteristic of Swiss-German, not a bug.