Feed the tiger with her

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Lu Yin didn't ask the driver to drive today, but drove Cullinan back to the city by himself.

Originally, he was going on a business trip today, but in order to visit the class, he also turned it down. Suddenly, there was nothing to do this night. Lu Yin drove the car, driving endlessly on the city roads.

The car window dropped a crack, and the night wind came in.

The coldness of autumn is just a temptation, not as penetrating as winter, Lu Yin prefers this temperature.

It was also this time last year, when he met Jian Zhiyan.

Recently, memories about Jian Zhiyan always pop into my mind suddenly.

During the meeting, when I saw the advertising data, I would think of Jian Zhiyan saying that she got an A in math;

When having a dinner party, when someone pushes a woman beside him, he will think of Jian Zhiyan's innocent face when she touched his trouser chain.

The car stopped at a red light.

Lu Yin leaned tiredly on the headrest, and a right-turning car came head on, with high beams on, and when it passed by, it was very dazzling.

Lu Yin covered it with the back of his hand, then opened his eyes, the impolite car had already driven away, and the shops and signs along the street were all lit up.

Not far away, you can clearly see the plaque of "Old Guanglou", which is red and green, very Hong Kong style.

Lu Yin thought of Jian Zhiyan again. After they had a quarrel, she bought the soup from that store and went to him.

That night, people were sweeter than soup.

He still remembers the smell. When he saw the signboard, he felt a little moved. People who hadn’t eaten since noon didn’t struggle and drove past when the green light was on.

It was a bit late, some guys got together to chat, and some started to close up.

When Lu Yin walked in, those who were eating and not eating in the restaurant were all looking at him. If this kind of customers didn't go to the wrong door, they really appreciated his food.

Seeing this, the boss entertained him personally, "What would you like to eat, sir?"

The menu handed over was just a piece of plastic-wrapped paper, a bit sticky to the hand, Lu Yin put it on the table, and saw the soup that Jian Zhiyan had bought at a glance.

"That's it."

"Okay, would you like some soup?"

"Just a soup."

"Okay, wait a minute, sir."

Lu Yin was also quite unfamiliar with this kind of smoky place. Out of curiosity, he looked around and felt that there was nothing special about it. If it wasn't for Jian Zhiyan's relationship, he might never have walked in in this life.

He looked back and concentrated on waiting for the food to be served.

About 10 minutes later, the boiling casserole was served, and one could smell the salty aroma. Lu Yin scooped up half of the bowl with a spoon, and as the hot soup cooled down as he stirred it, he took a sip.

The taste is good, with the fragrance of chicken and ribs, and the deliciousness of mushrooms.

After taking the second sip, Lu Yin put down the spoon.

Not that taste.

The soup that Jian Zhiyan brought was not so delicious.

Slowly wiping his lips with a snow-white tissue, Lu Yin's expression was unusually serious.

The boss probably couldn't see anything wrong, so he walked over cautiously and asked.

"Sir, is there something wrong with our soup?"

Lu Yin: "Has your soup always been this recipe?"

"Ah?" The boss didn't know what it meant, and said instinctively, "Yes, it has always been."

Afraid of customers' criticism, he tried to explain, "This soup has been passed down from my ancestors. It is a recipe that has not changed for 100 years. It is the treasure of the store. Sir, do you think there is any problem?"

Lu Yin had already stood up, took out his wallet, and pressed the banknotes on the table.

"Very well, no problem."

The problem is him, the person who brought him soup last time.

Lu Yin walked out of the restaurant and stood on the street. For a moment, he was furious, feeling like he was being cheated. The soup that Jian Zhiyan gave him was clearly cooked by himself, so why did he tell him that he bought it? !
Oh yes, she started to say that she cooked it herself, but she followed his guess and "admitted" that she bought it when she saw him take out the receipt from Laoguanglou.

Lu Yin was very angry.

Although he didn't know where the receipt came from, he was very sure that the soup that Jian Zhiyan gave him was definitely not bought from here!
A girl, without his knowledge, made soup for him to wash his hands, obviously even cooked the soup, why did he let him question it?
Why not justify?

Are you afraid that people will know how much she likes him?

The belated anger made Lu Yin feel that he was being played by the little girl.

Anger is like coffee liquid locked in a siphon pot, which is evacuated in an instant after the stormy rotation.

Instead, there is a kind of daze.

He squinted his eyes, looking at the sparse traffic on the street, which turned into streaks of light, feeling a little dazed.

Jian Zhiyan once loved him. She held a heart and wanted to give it to him, but he didn't accept it.

His perception all along was a fallacy, and he regarded Jian Zhiyan as a dispensable embellishment in his life. Although he didn't want to admit it, Lu Yin finally realized that what he missed might make him regret for the rest of his life.

The billboard on the opposite side of the square silently switched to a short film of interesting baking. After a series of fluffy and tempting bread flashed by, that beautiful and unfamiliar face smiled brightly at the world.

The clean light illuminated half the street.

Lu Yin looked at her, took out his cell phone and dialed it.

……

Jian Zhiyan woke up from the bed, thinking that she was still living in the dormitory of the training base, turned over and lay on her side, feeling the rebound, and then remembered that her main scene had already been filmed, and this was her home.

The room was a bit dark, and the window was only half-opened. Through the night scene through the window, it told her that she had been asleep for a long time.

Turning his feet, he pulled his slippers and walked out, lighting up the rooms one by one.

The friends left early, and left a note on the dining table: The food is in the refrigerator, all cooked by Han Yi, it is delicious.

At first glance, it was Song Ange's handwriting.

Jian Zhiyan couldn't help curling her lips, and opened the refrigerator. It used to be empty, but today it is full. Besides meals, there are also snacks, fruits and drinks.

While waiting for the microwave to heat up, Jian Zhiyan leaned on the island and fiddled with her mobile phone.

Two hours ago, Han Yi sent her a message, asking if she was awake. Just now, he sent a message, roughly introducing his recent work situation.

It's a kind of reporting whereabouts. He doesn't have time, but he wants Jian Zhiyan to know the reason why he doesn't have time, where he is, and when he has time.

Jian Zhiyan replied: [I don't have much work recently, so I can focus on you. 】

Before Han Yi replied, Yuan Xinyue called.

She already knew what happened on the set, "Is the injury serious?"

Jian Zhiyan: "It's okay, the skin is traumatized, it will heal in a few days."

"That's good, that's good. When Fang Yi called me, he kept apologizing and frightened me, thinking that something was wrong, as long as you are fine."

Being both a friend and a partner, Yuan Xinyue's concern for Jian Zhiyan is completely from the bottom of her heart.

Therefore, what she was going to say next was even more difficult to say.