Go to a windy place and wait for the wind to come

Chapter 164 Notebook

Before evening, Zhang Wentao rushed back to the restaurant from the hospital in the rain.

Seeing that Zhang Wentao's clothes were all wet, Sun Xiaowei frowned and said, "There is an umbrella in the trunk, why did you come back in the rain? Are you not afraid of catching a cold?"

"..."

The corners of Zhang Wentao's eyes twitched, and the expression on his face was also embarrassing.

Being embarrassed by Sun Xiaowei's eyes like looking at a fool, Zhang Wentao cracked the corner of his mouth, and explained while returning the key:
"I don't have the habit of opening people's trunks casually."

Sun Xiaowei smiled helplessly: "You, you just have too many things in your mind, and you didn't pay attention. I'll ask someone to prepare a set of clothes for you. You can put it on when you go home. Remember to bring an umbrella when you go out these few days. "

"it is good."

Zhang Wentao nodded and surprised the chefs when he walked into the kitchen.

When Shi Tiandong came to the dressing room and delivered towels to Zhang Wentao, he heard that there was an umbrella in the trunk, but he didn't notice it because of his habitual thinking, so he drenched himself into a drowned chicken.

I feel like the muscles on my face are collapsing.

Zhang Wentao didn't care about this, and asked flatly: "How is the dinner preparation?"

"It's raining, it shouldn't be very busy tonight." Shi Tiandong shrugged, looked at the water stains on the ground and frowned, "Why don't you go back, I'm here."

In Sun Xiaowei's restaurant, many tables are placed in the open yard.

Although there are awnings, diners are definitely not allowed to use them in such a ghostly weather, so I took the initiative to cancel some reservations.

Seeing that Zhang Wentao made herself so embarrassed, Sun Xiaowei also made a similar proposal at the door just now.

"No, if you're not busy at night, let's cook the dishes on the new menu, just to get acquainted."

Zhang Wentao shook his head and put down the towel in his hand. After feeling that his hair was almost dry, he threw the towel into a bamboo cage with some dirty chef's clothes and hand cloths inside.

Every night, the people who wash the linen will come to collect these things.

Shi Tiandong didn't say anything, he knew Zhang Wentao too well.

Regarding work arrangements, he basically made plans in his heart when he said it.

It's hard to tell.

Seeing that the other party was so persistent, he opened his cabinet, took out a pair of socks with packaging, handed them to Zhang Wentao and said, "Then you can put these on, you can't wear kitchen shoes barefoot. "

Zhang Wentao glanced at him, nodded with a smile.

Shi Tiandong also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but thinking of the other party's friend who had just passed away unexpectedly and went to meet people because of this, he thought about it and said with concern: "I said, you are sure you are fine."

problem?

Zhang Wentao shook his head: "If you say you don't feel uncomfortable, that's a lie.

But anyway, it's not as uncomfortable as I thought.The death of a person is like a lamp going out, an eternal truth.

It's not easy for the pigeon, she will pass. "

Shi Tiandong laughed when he heard that, and patted Zhang Wentao on the shoulder: "Look, this man after falling in love is different, and his mentality is much better. I told you a long time ago, love is the soil that nourishes all things .”

Hearing the teasing tone in the other party's words, Zhang Wentao frowned.

He felt as if he had overlooked something when he went to follow him back, and this matter seemed to be quite important.

After a while, he quickly took out his mobile phone from the cabinet, opened it, and called Xu Hongdou through WeChat.

He couldn't help frowning when he saw that the screen was always waiting for calls.

No... My clothes are still hanging on the roof.

When the other party seemed to hang up, his tone was quite reluctant...

……

In room 5 of the courtyard.

Xu Hongdou, who was sitting directly in front of the wardrobe on the wooden floor, let out a long breath.

It was raining outside, and she had nothing to do in her own room. She didn't want to touch those 'square' things and the other party's socks, but she couldn't hold back in the end.

Not only did they fold every piece of clothing neatly, they also rolled up the 'dirty things' carefully, and the returned socks were also double-rolled into balls.

Then through her own door, she saw that Room 5 was unlocked, so she came to Zhang Wentao's room with the stack of clothes in her arms.

I wanted to let the other party go.

After entering, I opened the closet and found that the seemingly clean room actually contained a mystery.

Just like Zhang Wentao's wardrobe.

Although there are some clothes hanging on the hangers, there are more bags of clothes brought back from the laundry room that have not even been opened. They are still in the bag and stuffed in the corner.

"This guy, why are there so many clothes?"

Xu Hongdou couldn't help complaining about the bags in front of him.

When Zhang Wentao first came here, he carried a hiking bag on his back, and he rarely went shopping, and he didn't know when this guy bought so many clothes.

Although the style is very simple, it is the body kips and the like.

But can't stand it much.

After tidying up, the skin that had been dry and cool after taking a bath, let some tiny beads of sweat come out again.

Sitting on the ground, she wanted to rest for a while and go back to her room.

It suddenly occurred to him that the clothes he was wearing would touch the sofa when he returned to his room.

He quickly sat up from the floor again, walked to the sofa where Zhang Wentao spent his time on weekdays, and rested.

As soon as he touched the sofa, Xu Hongdou habitually nestled against the back of the sofa.

While thinking about how to deal with Zhang Wentao when he came back, he looked at the things on the table in front of the sofa.

A notebook, a pen, and a stack of printed materials are neatly stacked next to the notebook.

"Is this something from his work?"

Xu Hongdou leaned over curiously and took a look.

The information is all about the analysis of various domestic restaurants. After flipping through a few pages, Xu Hongdou felt a little disappointed. It was all in French, and she didn't know a single word except for the photos above.

So she set her sights on the somewhat bulging notebook again.

"Do I want to see it?"

The moment she stretched her fingers towards the notebook, a thought suddenly popped up in her mind, interrupting her movements.

Like a child who has done something wrong, she timidly withdrew her hand.

He retracted his hand, but his curious eyes were still staring at the notebook. The bulging place on the notebook seemed to attract Xu Hongdou's attention very, very much.

She couldn't help but want to open it to see what was inside.

She swallowed her throat, and stretched out her hand quietly: "I just want to know more about him, and he must be flipped here and there, so it must not be a secret."

"I'll just take a look."

Xu Hongdou convinced herself and opened the notebook.

Open it,
It's a yellow smiley pin.

"Didn't I give this to him?" Xu Hongdou muttered softly.

Seeing that it was this thing, the little apprehension in her heart just now dissipated.

There was also a happy smile on his face.

Putting the buckle away, she held the book in front of her eyes, and while she was leaning against the back of the sofa, she flipped through it casually.

"It turned out to be a note on the recipe..."

On the pages of heavy paper, some are written very scribbled, and some are written very carefully.

In some places, some schematic diagrams were drawn.

"I didn't expect this guy to be able to draw."

Xu Hongdou seemed to have discovered some secret of the other party, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

"This book is really good. I don't know where this guy bought it."

The tactile feeling of paper is obviously different from that of ordinary paper compared with the books that are usually read. It does not look as white as printing paper, and it can feel some friction when touched...

"Hey, this piece of paper seems to be the piece of paper he used when he wrote an apology to me."

Thinking about it, Xu Hongdou closed the book, pinched the book in front of her eyes with both hands, and found the trace of a torn page.In addition, she also saw that there seemed to be a gap at the bottom of the notebook.

Something seemed to separate the last page from the outside of the book.

So she naturally opened the notebook again, and pasted a few photos on it...

There is also a paragraph beside the photo, but the handwriting is different from Zhang Wentao's...

Xu Hongdou: "..."

　Code at home.
　　I slept so soundly yesterday!
　　Thank you for your blessings. Thank you!

　　In addition, I asked the editor about the things listed, and he said: "It depends..."

　　I:"……"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)