Xinlan Hand-made Private Kitchen [fresh Peppers Fall in Love with The Little Rooster]-cheers on The Phone (part 1)

In the summer night, there was no wind, and the air was filled with hot emotions, and sweat was like an open faucet. Xinlan had no intention of cooking, and decided to go out and deal with it.
Xinlan sat near the window, her mood calmed slightly under the strong action of the air conditioner. The waiter brought tableware and tea to Xinlan with a professional smile, and stood quietly behind him waiting for Xinlan to order. Xinlan looked at the recipe at will. This is a Cantonese restaurant. The dishes are mainly light and original. Random ordering of asparagus, small suckling pig, unicorn bass, fried chicken with fresh peppers, dry fried Niuhe, fried eggs with Hangzhou pepper, six Bottle of beer, waiting lazily for the food. Xinlan can’t actually eat many dishes when drinking. This is an ordering habit developed over the years. Not every restaurant and every chef can taste every dish with you. It’s better to order more beforehand instead of dissatisfied with the dishes on the table. Some, save time and energy. But what I fear most is disappointment after disappointment, ha ha.
The food is on the table, the wine is served, the taste is quite satisfactory, drink it. Drinking alone makes it easy to get drunk and arouse emotions. After four bottles, I started to restlessly. Thinking back to the old days of singing and singing, crowded with friends and coveting, it became more and more empty for a table for four. Suddenly I wanted to find someone to chat with, took out the phone, and dialed one by one. Coincidentally, maybe everyone is busy tonight, busy with work, busy with entertainment, busy with housework, but it is all busy or no one answers. In a blink of an eye, the phone book reaches Y, and after a few unknown music, there is a voice in the microphone. Zi said with a slightly excited voice: "Brother, what are you doing?"
Xinlan breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm drinking alone and I'm bored, so I want to talk to you." "Hehe, I'm also drinking, a lot of brothers. Why are you drinking alone? I don't know how many brothers you call together. Huh?" "Everyone is busy." Silence. "Yeah, these days, everyone is busy, busy with business, busy with family, busy with this and that. There are not many idlers like you. I'll be with you. We are toasting over time and space on the phone, haha."
For a while, from the helpless status quo to the past, from the career to the life, there are many emotions and many memories. Maybe we are really old, maybe the years have left too much vicissitudes of life, it seems that only by talking about these can we meet this situation. While chatting, the chance of silence is getting higher and higher. Yes, we have been separated for too long, although we had a short gathering a few days ago, although we still remember each other in our hearts, without the passion to live together day and night, without the tacit understanding between you and me, time and space have become familiar with each other. The feeling gradually faded, and only those old topics left to resonate.
"Yuzi, are you eating a god horse?" Xinlan was so bored that he said this sentence. Yuzi was silent for a while: "Fried chicken with fresh Hangzhou pepper and scrambled eggs with pork meat. At that time, the three of us ate the most dishes." In an instant, tears blurred his vision: "Me too." "Brother for life." !" Two voices sounded at the same time.
This is a dish with a story, carrying the memories and friendship of me, Yuzi, and Mu Yu. Our parents are fellow villagers. After we went to the countryside, we recruited workers in one place. Our mothers were in factories. My father was on the railway and his father was in the police. We all live with our mother and grew up together since we were young. Yuzi is in good health, as strong as a little calf, has a wild temperament, and is invincible in fights. He is the king of children, a strong man with a crowd of supporters. I am weak in literature, and I can only study under the guidance of my mother. I am a good boy, a good student, and a three-legged student. I am a thorn in the eye of a naughty boy. Only under the protection of Uko and her mother can I not be harmed. . Because of family relations, we have been iron buddies since we were young. We went to school together, played together, were punished together, and had a crush on Muyu together.
Uko is playful and likes to play some weird things. Even in class, he disassembled semiconductors from unknown sources in the belly of the desk. He said that when he grows up to be an inventor like Edison, he has to do it from an early age. Up. Therefore, everything will fall apart within half an hour after he has it in his hands. Yuko calls it "research" and proudly tells Xinlan that he already knows the structure and working principle of this thing. He himself As long as there are materials, they can be made exactly the same. Xinlan smiled stupidly and nodded, admiring Yuzi's genius from the bottom of my heart. A person who can decompose such a complicated machine so thoroughly, a person who can memorize a hundred thousand reasons, must be a genius. However, Xinlan had never seen what was "researched" by Yuzi could be restored, and their endings were exactly the same-no bones existed. Even so, Xinlan believes that Yuzi will definitely become a great inventor in the future.
Perhaps Yuzi has consumed too much energy and wisdom in the field of "research", and his grades are very poor. At that time we liked to lie down on the slide in the kindergarten next to the school to do homework after school. Usually Xinlan and Muyu were immersed in homework, but Yuko was gone. When we finished writing, Yuzi came back with sweat and a pile of wild fruits. Then Yuzi started copying routinely, Xinlan and Muyu started eating, and then went home together. At that time, the sunset was beautiful...
Gradually, as we grow up, our feelings for Muyu are quietly changing like spring grass. We like to stand beside Mu Yu, secretly look at her sharp face from the side, sniff her faint fragrance, and listen to her soft voice. One day, Yuzi pulled Xinlan to the bush of peony and said solemnly: "I like Muyu, I want to tell her. You help me give this to her, she is closer to you." Uko took out a pink letter paper folded into a heart shape. Xinlan didn't answer, but looked at Yuzi, her lips moved, but she didn't speak. Yuzi was anxious, and stuffed the letter straight into my hand: "Don’t mother-in-law, it’s your brother to send it to me." Xinlan took a deep breath, pushed Yuzi's hand away, stepped back, and whispered. But decisively said: "Yuzi, I also like Muyu, I have liked her since I was very young. I can't help you deliver it." Yuzi glared at me, his eyes look like a wounded wolf, the cold stings It hurt my nerves and made me lower my head, like a kid who did something wrong. There was a long silence. Suddenly, I saw Yuzi's footsteps approaching, and I raised my head in horror. Yuzi's fist appeared in front of my eyes, only feeling that his nose was hot and his eyes were dark. The weak Xinlan couldn't resist Yuzi's invincible fist. I fell down, my mind was blank, leaving only Yuzi's injured eyes and a faint shadow-Mu Yu.
When I was awake, I lay in the fragrance and softness, the scent of Mu Yu's body. She knelt on the ground and hugged me in her arms, looking at Yuzi angrily and incomprehensibly. Yuko had no anger, her eyes were filled with regret and fear, and she kept rubbing her hands. Before Muyu's anger, Yuzi's strength was as fragile as glass. He was always a kid who did wrong, helpless and hesitating. "I...I...I fainted...I...not intentionally. When my brain was hot, I punched...I...I didn't expect him to be so stupid and wouldn't hide..." "Why Why play Xinlan?" "I...this..." Yuko can't say a complete sentence anymore. I think his brain must be very confused. One is a brother who has been protecting since childhood, and the other is secretly narcissistic. Girl, he was wrong, it was a mess.
Mu Yu wiped the blood on my face with her white handkerchief, her eyes were full of heartache, the red so happy, so profound... I hope that time will stop at this moment, in this beautiful feeling, Stagnation in this nephrite warm fragrance.
That year, it was the end of summer, and the last cicada cried...
The upper part is finished. "