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

Chapter 284 Are You Still Hungry?

The breeze blew by, and the leaves rustled.

The four people in the courtyard were very comfortable responding to the sound of "ding ding" with "touch", "eat" and "hull".

In contrast, Zhang Wentao and Jing Chen express their love for food with the sound of "bang bang" when the knife and the chopping board are in close contact.

Jing Chen likes to cook, and Zhang Wentao even more so.

It's just that the two men were a little crowded in the kitchen, which allowed some normal communication between the two people who didn't talk much.

For example, if you help me cut an extra tomato, I will help you wash an extra carrot.

Unlike playing mahjong, Jing Chen's shirt cuffs were rolled up, and a scar came into Zhang Wentao's field of vision.

As he was cutting the chicken, he glanced at it, and seeing the scar on his wrist, Zhang Wentao frowned.

Unexpectedly, this man was also 'infatuated'.

But to abandon oneself for the sake of the one you love is quite in line with the personality of an affectionate and hypocritical man.

Thinking of something, Zhang Wentao couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly.

Jing Chen also noticed Zhang Wentao's smile from the corner of his eye. He followed Zhang Wentao's gaze to look at his wrist, and the movement of cutting meat on his hand paused for a while.

Immediately, he recovered from the sound of mahjong outside, and said softly, "It's not what you think."

Zhang Wentao said "oh".

The deep voice of the other party made him feel that his slightly rude reaction just now made people think too much, so he explained: "I have no other meaning."

"Ah."

Jingchen nodded. He had a dull personality and didn't want to explain more.

But thinking that he had been misunderstood by everyone outside, and now because of his scar, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Wentao and said:
"This scar was accidentally injured during the mortise and tenon work, and I came to Yunmiao Village because of this."

Hearing this explanation, Zhang Wentao was stunned for a moment in embarrassment. After knowing that he had really misunderstood others, he said with a little apology:

"If your wrist is inconvenient, I think you should go to a major hospital to see if there is any restorative treatment plan. When I was working in a foreign restaurant, some colleagues were injured.

If you need help, I can introduce you to a French rehabilitation physician. "

"No, it doesn't affect." Jing Chen grinned at himself, the wound on his wrist was not as serious as Zhang Wentao imagined, or it wasn't the scar on his wrist that affected him.

Zhang Wentao nodded, and after looking at the other party, he stretched out his right hand in front of the other party, and said, "Actually, I was also injured. Look at this finger, there is a small piece of skin missing from it."

After speaking, Zhang Wentao told the other party about his experience of being injured.

His small scar is not as obvious as Jing Chen's scar, but there is a layer of cuticle missing on the fingertips, so you can't notice it if you don't look carefully.

Sometimes even Zhang Wentao himself ignores it.

But this small scar always feels uncomfortable when it encounters heat and cold.

Listening to Zhang Wentao talking about the small wound on his hand as if something happened, and jokingly saying that it was a trace that he would never erase in his life, Jing Chen pursed the corners of his mouth.

Zhang Wentao nodded slightly, and was relieved to see that the other party did not misunderstand him.

Don't look at the monk's face to look at the Buddha's face, after all, he is Si Qing's friend.

Although I don't know what the relationship between the two is now, but they are willing to chase after them, which proves that they are willing to work hard.He felt that he didn't need to put on an enthusiastic or indifferent expression to the other party, just communicate normally.

"How long have you been here?" Zhang Wentao asked curiously.

"About a week, and then I'll go back to Jingyuan." Hearing this, Jing Chen replied lightly.

Chi Zhongyu promised to help him take care of his grandfather, but he was still a little worried and didn't plan to stay in Yunmiao Village.

Zhang Wentao nodded: "Then let's walk forward and backward. The scenery here in Yunmiao Village is still pretty good."

"Ah."

Jing Chen nodded affirmatively, thought for a while and said: "Actually, the wood carvings here have their own characteristics. After I came here today, I learned from some old masters and found that they have incorporated a lot of understanding of nature into their works."

"Will Mr. Zhang use it when he cooks?"

"There will be some." Zhang Wentao smiled and said, "Actually, our industry has done a certain level of cooking, which is also expressing our own feelings about some aspects.

To tell you the truth, when I first came here, I had nothing to do and wanted to learn woodcarving. "

"Learn wood carving?"

"Yes." Zhang Wentao nodded, put the chicken on his chopping board into the basin, and was about to wash it and said:
"There is also the mortise and tenon. When I went to Jingyuan, I heard a chat with my friend. At that time, I was still thinking about how to put the tenon and tenon structure in the dish arrangement, trying to integrate our culture.

But I lack too much Chinese culture. "

After talking about his thoughts in detail for a few minutes, Jing Chen nodded from time to time, and then pointed out some misunderstandings of Zhang Wentao.

While chatting, the two of them quickly prepared the dishes they needed to cook.

There are only two stoves, and if two people stand in front of the stove at the same time, it will be a bit crowded.Seeing this situation, Jingchen glanced sideways at the tea leaves not far away, and said softly:
"Why don't Mr. Zhang come first, I'll make a pot of tea."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at the few people who were still having fun in the sunset. He really didn't know why mahjong had such a great charm.

It took almost an hour to chop vegetables and prepare ingredients. They had already finished their milk tea, but they were not thirsty at all.

"it is good."

Zhang Wentao also glanced out of the window and sighed.

Regarding tea, Jing Chen, who has been influenced by Chinese culture since childhood, naturally knows a lot better than Zhang Wentao.

When he came to the place where the tea leaves were placed, he glanced at them and chose his favorite green tea.But looking at the five or six kinds of tea with good quality in front of him, he was still a little curious.

So he asked: "In the small courtyard, is there anyone who likes to drink tea?"

"Yes." Zhang Wentao, who was preparing to make chicken soup, just put all the ingredients into cold water at once, and said with a smile:

"He recently went to FJ to see the tea garden, and he will be back in a few days."

Jing Chen said "oh", then added tea leaves to the teapot little by little, put the tea box away, and walked out with the teapot in hand.

In a short time, before Zhang Wentao's chicken soup was boiled, a pot of green tea with a smoky aroma was ready.

Jing Chen first poured himself a cup, smelled the tea, and took a sip.

After feeling that the taste was good, he was satisfied and poured Zhang Wentao a cup and took it over: "Try it, Longjing green tea, made before Ming Dynasty. It seems that the person who is good at tea in the small courtyard still knows tea very well."

"Longjing before Ming Dynasty?"

Zhang Wentao took the teacup and was puzzled for a moment, then he reacted immediately.

This tea was given to him by Sun Xiaowei, and then he was treated like a treasure by Master Ma and no one was allowed to make it casually. Every time he made tea, he should be particular about it, and he would smile every time he drank it
No wonder.
Although there is not much difference in drinking, Zhang Wentao still knows that Mingqian Longjing is much more expensive than other teas.

Just as he was thinking, a soft and familiar voice came from Lu Chuang:

"What are you doing, so fragrant?"

"you"

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