I'm sorry, you are responsible for me

Chapter 3 Long time no see, stay safe (3)
Just when she was busy, footsteps came from outside the door again, and she heard Mr. Xu's hearty laughter: "Xiao Yan is here, come in and sit down, it's hot, come in and blow some air."

The electric fan that was blowing on Ye Jia at the door of the kitchen was directly pulled away by Mr. Xu.

"I'll go! This partiality is too obvious..." Ye Jia muttered in a low voice, and put the river fresh ice bowl into the refrigerator to cool it down.

In the living room, chattering voices could be heard vaguely.

"How is your grandfather?"

"Thank you, Grandpa Xu, for your concern. Everything is fine. It's just that I've been mentioning you a lot lately, so let me come and visit you more often." With a serious and mellow voice, the serious tone of chatting with elders.

Ye Jia frowned, her voice...was so familiar, she wanted to poke her head out to have a look, but there was something steaming in the pot, and the temperature of the fire changed at any time, so she couldn't leave it.

"You are lucky to come here this time. I have a chef here. Her craftsmanship is unique!"

Followed by a restrained chuckle: "It seems that my luck is good."

Not long after, footsteps came towards the kitchen, low and steady.

"Grandpa Xu asked me to help," he said.

Ye Jia stared intently at the fire without raising his head, and said, "No need, guest, go and rest, dinner will be ready soon, everything is ok here!"

It seems that he hasn't left yet, Ye Jia turned down the heat, picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board and twirled it in her hands to prepare to cut the lotus root. She has been practicing for several years and has a lot of tricks on her knife skills.

Turning around, I saw the tall and straight Fu Zhiyan, standing there far away, staring at her with deep eyes and a little bit of probing.

It's him!

The kitchen knife landed with a bang, only three to five inches away from her feet.

After a long time, Fu Zhiyan bent down slowly, picked up the kitchen knife, brought it to the stove, turned on the faucet, and cleaned the kitchen knife. .Immediately afterwards, he heard a deep sneer, he looked at the kitchen knife, then at her tightly closed feet, and asked, "Chef?"

Which chef, who can't even hold a knife steadily, is going to chop himself up, and make a steamed hoof with rice noodles to eat with him?

Ye Jia was embarrassed.

mistake!Absolute mistake!
Fu Zhiyan ignored the turmoil in her heart, and walked up to the chopping board with a knife, rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hand to pick the two thick lotus roots on the board, and asked casually, "Do you want to cut the lotus root into pieces or into slices?"

The tone rose slightly, like the evening wind in midsummer, and Ye Jia's heart began to throb like the blower.

"Cutting particles..." Her face was flushed red, and her tongue could hardly be straightened.

Fu Zhiyan nodded and began to cut lotus root. His movements were not proficient, but his expression was quite serious. His fingers were as long as bamboo shoots, and the nails were round and full. Tailored, close-up, you can see the full crescent moon, a pair of rare beautiful hands.As for technology, Ye Jia has returned to a professional eye. The knife skills are barely good, and they are at the level of a new cook. The lotus root grains are not very delicate. Note: The lotus root cut by the male god.

Ye Jia stared at him, fascinated, thinking about how to get those lotus root grains back as a souvenir. Before he knew it, the two lotus root grains had been cut. Fu Zhiyan flicked the lotus root grains off the back of the knife, and looked back at Ye Jia, who happened to meet her, had an electric look at each other.

As if being caught for cheating in an exam, Ye Jia's body shuddered, his heart was in a mess, he hurriedly turned around, and continued to stare at the heat of the stewed chicken.

Cooking with the person you like is naturally distracted, delirious, feverish all over, and terminally ill.

"Ow!"

Ye Jia raised his arm abruptly and shook his palm quickly. He was just lost in thought and wanted to turn off the fire, but he touched the outer wall of the casserole directly.

Hot hot!It's hot!
She kept exhaling and blowing on her fingertips, it hurt so much!

A pair of wet palms stretched out and grabbed her wrists. Ye Jia's sanity was instantly slackened by the sudden contact, and he reacted subconsciously, Captain Fu might want to handcuff her again!

This is not the bureau!

"Hey, I'm innocent now..."

身？
Before Ye Jia finished speaking, Fu Zhiyan dragged her over, turned on the faucet, and poured cold water on her burned fingertips.

He was standing right behind Ye Jia, with his front leaning against her back, holding her hand, and she could even feel his restrained and soft breathing hitting her ear, itching, like late summer's breath wind.

"Innocent?" He repeated softly, and it really was the brain circuit of the regulars in the bureau.

The cold water hit her hand, which was very comfortable, and the skin touched by his rough palm was even more comfortable.

His eyes fell on her fingertips, earnest, focused, and far-reaching.

The setting sun slanted in, coating his outline with a layer of brilliance.

Before serving the steamed chicken, put it in the tender lotus leaf and steam it. When the pot is opened, the fragrance of the lotus leaf comes out. The river fresh ice bowl in the refrigerator comes out. The crystal clear, elastic surface is sprinkled with Hazelnuts, almonds, and raisins, just looking at them will whet your appetite, and the exquisite crystal elbows are also brought out.

Thinking that Fu Zhiyan and Mr. Xu might have another drink, Ye Jia carefully prepared a few delicious stir-fried dishes to go with the wine.

Three people sat at a table, Ye Jia and Fu Zhiyan faced each other, raised their eyes, and looked at him intently.

After making eye contact with him several times, Fu Zhiyan's flat brows gradually wrinkled.

This girl, can you stop being so obvious.

Ye Jia obviously noticed the change in his expression, and immediately looked away, looking at the delicious food on the table, and said in a crisp voice: "In summer, when the south is humid, people's appetite will naturally decrease. Sweet and refreshing, very appetizing, Mr. Xu, Mr. Fu, do you want to try it?"

Mr. Xu smiled and said to Fu Zhiyan: "I just mentioned that you have a bad appetite, and this girl will remember it. She has a heart, so let me try it." He scooped up a spoonful of iced seafood and boasted, "Sweet and refreshing, not bad."

Ye Jia pursed his lips and smiled, and looked at Fu Zhiyan again. Fu Zhiyan took a piece of steamed lotus leaf chicken, put it in his mouth, chewed it lightly, then moved his Adam's apple up and down, and swallowed.

"Is it delicious?" she asked expectantly.

"It's okay." With a blank expression on his face, he took another mouthful of glutinous white rice with his chopsticks.

Just okay?
"Ye girl, don't be discouraged." Old Xu comforted her with a smile, "Xiaoyan's mouth is cold, and he won't praise others easily, which means it's okay, it's very good!"

Really?Ye Jia felt happy.

Fu Zhiyan eats in a gentle manner, chewing slowly, neither in a hurry nor slow, the range of chewing in the upper and lower jaws is always controlled, and the movement of swallowing also maintains a certain rhythm, which drives the facial muscles to be slightly involved.

Ye Jia was fascinated by seeing it, Fu Zhiyan, she is really beautiful and delicious.

With a piece of chicken in his mouth, Ye Jia lowered his head and giggled.

As soon as he looked up, he found that Mr. Xu and Fu Zhiyan were looking at him, Ye Jia hurriedly swept out the lively and delicious YY in his mind, and covered it with another piece of crystal elbow, chewing on it.

Through the drink between Mr. Xu and Mr. Fu Zhiyan, Ye Jia roughly learned that Mr. Fu Zhiyan and Mr. Xu had a war friendship and kept in touch.Both generations of the Fu family are in the capital. Fu Zhiyan, the third generation, can be regarded as an aristocratic young man who was raised in a high-end courtyard. When he arrived in Luzhou, he served as the criminal investigation captain of the police station and also served as a university professor.

Such a gorgeous background!
Not to mention a great professor who graduated with a Ph.D., even the superior background of the three generations of Gaomen in the capital, they are all existences that Ye Jia can only look up to.

In the evening, veteran Xu called Ye Jia to the study room, made a cup of tea, and then took out a bank card. Seeing that the momentum seemed wrong, Ye Jia took a few steps back. Old Xu put the card on the table and swiped it to her In front of him: "Xiaojia, Grandpa Xu's child left early, and he spent half his life in the army. He has no account, and he has no savings. In the future... I still count on you to take care of me!"

Ye Jia nodded again and again: "I don't have any parents, so I will take care of you, Grandpa Xu."

"But tell me, you've been causing trouble all day long, and you're in a precarious situation. You won't even be able to support yourself in the future, so how can you provide for the old man and me?" Elder Xu took a sip of his tea.

Old Xu's routine is hidden deep enough.

Ye Jia glanced at the card on the table.

"Grandpa Xu, I will work hard." With a serious expression, she stood at attention and repeatedly promised, "I will find a rich husband in the future! We will take care of you old man together."

"Pfft!" Mr. Xu almost spit out his tea with a sip.

"Damn girl, what's in your head is all messed up." Old Xu reprimanded in a low voice.

Ye Jia stuck out her tongue: "Just kidding."

"Grandpa knows that you want to inherit your father's career, become a chef, and open your own restaurant." Mr. Xu sat down, tapped his fingertips on the table, and said calmly, "Since you have this dream, you must work hard. to achieve."

"I'm also desperately saving money now. When I have enough money, I can open a shop." Ye Jia regained his serious expression.

"I'm afraid that before you save enough money to open the shop, people will have to be imprisoned and come out after thirty or fifty years. I can't wait for you, old man!"

"Grandpa Xu..." Ye Jia was a little ashamed. She and Tao Di, Tang Fei and the others got together and fooled around, playing tricks in red light districts, bars, and casinos, and putting them in the hands of those stupid rich money owners, taking advantage of the loopholes to make some small money. , I don’t have a lot of money, I want to have fun, and there are times when I don’t make mistakes. For example, this time, when I just got started, I was caught in the game.

"When I save money, it's all serious money." Ye Jia explained, she delivers food to people at noon and evening, so be diligent, and if you have more, you can earn as little as 200 yuan a day.

"Don't rush to refuse, just listen to the old man." Mr. Xu interrupted Ye Jia, and circled the card in front of her, "Your father and I are old acquaintances, and I can be regarded as his old customer. It's a pity that he is so good at cooking..." He looked at Ye Jia, "Now that you have your father's cooking skills, this money is my investment for you. In the future..."

"Grandpa Xu." Ye Jia interrupted Old Xu for the first time, and returned the card with a firm expression, "You watched Jiajia grow up, so you should know that I will never accept this money."

It's her nature to say what she says.

She wants to make money, but she shouldn't want it, absolutely can't. Although her bottom line is very low, she has it.

Seeing that Ye Jia was determined not to take his money, Elder Xu finally let out a long sigh: "Forget it, it's still early, don't talk about it, if you have any difficulties in the future, come to me, I can help, grandpa Definitely help."

Ye Jia came out of the study without turning on the lights, and Fu Zhiyan stood alone on the balcony, his side face was sharp, as if dividing the line between dusk and night.

As if aware of something, he turned around and looked at her.

At that moment, the setting sun was finally buried in the boundless darkness.

Mr. Xu sent the two of them to the door, and said, "Zhiyan, send Xiaojia off for me. She's a girl. It's not safe to go back so late."

"it is good."

Although he knew it was his respect and obedience to the elders, Ye Jia's heart still couldn't help beating wildly, and he finally understood what it was like to feel like a deer bumping.

The stars are dotted, and the moonlight is hazy.

When he got downstairs, Fu Zhiyan got into the car, started the engine, put his slender hands on the steering wheel casually, and turned it carelessly, the car started slowly. Standing alone under a street lamp, stepping on her own shadow, with her left hand tightly clutching the shoulder strap of her pink messenger bag, and her right hand resting on her thigh, this is a sign of nervousness, and the slight trembling of the right shoulder shows that she is extremely unconfident...

Fu Zhiyan just glanced over and analyzed her psychological activities at this moment, but he didn't understand why this happened, and he didn't want to understand.

The black car stopped in front of her, and when he pressed the window, he said in a deep voice, "Come up."

Ye Jia twisted his clothes and walked over, looked at the back seat, then at Fu Zhiyan, and chose to sit in the passenger seat.

Fu Zhiyan stared straight ahead expressionlessly, and the car drove out steadily.

"Mr. Fu..."

"It's amazing."

The two of them spoke almost at the same time. Ye Jia was just about to find a topic when he heard him say, "That's pretty amazing."

She looked at him inexplicably...

Fu Zhiyan turned his face sideways, his sharp nose covered half of his face in the shadow, and he glanced at her lightly, his eyes calm: "With the support of the old man, it's no wonder that he has nothing to worry about, committing crimes one after another."

"I didn't..." She caught her breath.

"It's amazing that a person like you can please Mr. Xu." His voice was like an ice pick, piercing into her heart.

Someone like her...?
She's like this, a shameless...bad girl with no father or mother.

She lowered her head, her slender fingers curled her long hair with highlights, round and round.

After a while, he said: "Address."

Still concise, stingy with every word that can be said.

Ye Jia thought for a while, and finally replied, "Xia Nan District."

Fu Zhiyan turned the steering wheel and drove the car onto the main road.

Originally, Ye Jia still wanted to ask him a lot of questions, such as which university he taught at, or how old he was this year, or even... the earthquake, how badly did he hurt... How is his health now? The sequelae?

These... were all blocked in his throat by his phrase "people like you", and he swallowed them back.

Ye Jia's eyes were tight, her throat was dry, she didn't say a word all the way, she lowered her head, and even her breathing became inaudible. She tried her best to make herself non-existent, so as not to cause him to hate him.

In the past few years, Ye Jia has actually fantasized many times, the scene of meeting her big brother again, in the dimly lit ancient town, by the sparkling river, on the streets where people come and go... But it is absolutely impossible It's at the police station!In such an embarrassing capacity.

An upright captain like him, or a professor, should hate a ruffian like her.

Ye Jia's heart felt like a pinprick at this moment. If she had known earlier that there would be a chance in her life to reunite with her elder brother, she would definitely cherish her feathers and work hard to be a good girl.

not like now...

The difference between clouds and mud.

(End of this chapter)