eat heartily

Chapter 1 Stir-Fried Kidney Beans and Rondo

(1)

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three rhythmic knocks sounded on the door.

Fang Ruoshi opened the door, and a man stood in front of it.

The man was tall, wearing all black, with a black shirt tucked into his trousers, his legs looked longer, and his whole demeanor had a feeling of repelling others thousands of miles away.With his suit jacket in his hand, he was looking down at her.

Fang Ruoshi licked her lips, raised her eyes and asked, "Qin Xiang?"

The man nodded, his Adam's apple rolled slightly: "It's me."

"Please come in, senior sister and brother-in-law haven't arrived yet." Fang Ruoshi turned sideways and let him into the room.

Qin Heng lowered his head slightly, stepped forward and stepped into the door.Under the light, his face was clean and handsome, with a straight nose, deep eyebrows, and deep eyes.

He stopped and glanced at his feet. Three pairs of slippers were neatly placed at the door.

He picked out a suitable pair to put on, and followed Fang Ruoshi into the living room.

This is an ordinary gathering, no different from senior sister and brother-in-law's usual dinner at home.It's just that I didn't expect that there was one more person.To be precise, it was my brother-in-law's cousin who had just returned from a business trip abroad.

Fang Ruoshi poured a glass of water and put it on the coffee table in front of Qin Xiang.

Suddenly, she thought of something and asked, "Do you have any taboos?"

Qin Xiang paused holding the water glass, thinking seriously.

When Fang Ruoshi saw his long eyelashes fluttering, her heart trembled.

After a while, Qin Heng brought the water glass to his mouth, took a sip and said, "No."

The warm boiled water slid down his throat, and Qin Xiang's voice was clear and clean, like a spring of water slowly flowing into Fang Ruoshi's body.

Fang Ruoshi's heart burned, and she quietly glanced at the man sitting on the sofa from the corner of her eye.

He still looked deserted, with a flat complexion, and he was fiddling with his mobile phone as if nothing had happened, his eyelashes cast a shadow on his lower eyelid.

Is this the person that the senior sister said "he insisted on coming for a meal"?

Why not unshaven and slovenly?
Just now, I was guessing that this cousin of my brother-in-law's family was a thick-skinned "acting like a baby and begging for food", but now it seems that this kind of evildoer can't be equated with the image she imagined no matter what!
Fang Ruoshi felt that it would be better for her to go back to the kitchen, as staying in the living room was a huge test for her heart.As she walked, she brushed her hair up and tied it in a ponytail casually.

Fang Ruoshi, who returned to the kitchen, seemed to be a different person. She calmly arranged the order of cooking and started to act.

She swiftly sliced ​​the skin of the green bamboo shoots into thin slices and spread them on a white porcelain plate, then took out the boiled squid and let it cool, cut into half-centimeter-thick slices and placed them on top.Then she turned on the fire, poured oil, and slowly sautéed the prepared garlic and green peppers until fragrant, added salt, and served them out.

Other dishes were quickly cooked under her hands, including stir-fried vegetables with vegetables that my senior sister likes, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes that my brother-in-law likes.The dry-stir-fried green beans that her subordinates are making are the dishes that the senior sister has said hello to in advance--a dish that "cengfan people" especially want to eat.

She put a little mashed garlic into the oil and fried it slowly on low heat for a while. When the oil was warmed up, she broke the green beans into two pieces and threw them in.This dish is very simple, but it is the most skill-testing.If the fire is high, the green beans are not yet cooked, and the outside is already burnt; if the fire is low, there is no way to achieve the effect of "dry stir-frying".So she first used medium heat and then turned to low heat, using the small firepower and the heat of the pot to stir-fry the green beans bit by bit.

She put the stir-fried kidney beans into a plate, cleaned the pot, and was going to take a look with her phone.

Turning around, I saw Qin Heng standing by the door. I don't know when he strolled over, and I don't know how long he looked at it.

He was leaning against the wall, with his left hand in his trouser pocket, and his right hand holding a porcelain cup of drinking water, looking over with bright black eyes.

Fang Ruoshi stopped, not caring that her hand was dripping water, and scratched her forehead helplessly.

Qin Xiang raised the cup in his hand: "It's over."

"Oh, let me pick it up for you." Fang Ruoshi reached out to pick up the cup.

The plain white porcelain cup was held by Qin Xiang's big hand, taking up most of the area.

Fang Ruoshi has been observing how to pick it up so as not to touch his hand.

She stretched out her left hand to hold the bottom of the cup first, it was fine, it didn't touch it.

Then stretch out the thumb and index finger of her right hand to pinch the mouth of the cup, and when Qin Xiang let go, the rest of her fingers follow the trend to hold the cup firmly.

Unexpectedly, Qin Xiang's movements were slower than hers, there was no way to avoid them, and his fingers touched together.

Dry, warm, phalanx elongated.

Fang Ruoshi moved her fingers in embarrassment, pursed her lips, and turned to pour water.Water flowed out of the electric kettle quickly, and her heartbeat was as fast as the water flow.

A warm voice sounded from behind: "Thank you."

Fang Ruoshi turned her head and smiled at him.

"Do you need help?"

ha?
Fang Ruoshi thought she was hallucinating, so she turned her head to look at him with questioning eyes.

Qin Xiang repeated: "I'll help."

This time, Fang Ruoshi was sure that she heard correctly, she waved her hands again and again: "It's almost done, uh... can you help me call the senior sister and the others?"

"of course."

With that said, Qin Xiang took out his mobile phone, dialed the number, and pressed the hands-free button.

The phone was connected quickly, and the senior sister's voice sounded: "Qin Xiang, are you here?"

"I have arrived."

"Ah! We're almost there, you go knock on the door first, I've already called Ruoshi, she will open the door for you."

"know."

He didn't say that he had finished drinking a glass of water or that she had finished cooking two dishes, but he just raised his eyelids to look at the person in front of him.

Wearing a blue apron on her body, she is very homely, very... warm.

home... sweet...

Qin Xiang's heart trembled.

He didn't hear what his cousin said behind, but only echoed and agreed a few times.

After hanging up the phone, seeing that Fang Ruoshi was still staring at him blankly, he picked up the glass and drank water unnaturally.

(2)

Not long after, Senior Sister Wen Jing and her husband Qin Lei arrived.

方若诗往事先炒好的那碗青椒酱里加了2勺生抽、1/4勺老抽、1勺香油、1/8勺花椒粉，搅拌均匀之后全部浇到片好的蹄髈上，再撒上葱花，连同最后一个汤一起端上了餐桌。

The four of them took their seats, Qin Xiang and Qin Lei sat on one side, Fang Ruoshi and Wen Jing sat across from each other.

Cold trout, stir-fried green beans, tomato scrambled eggs, vegetarian fried vegetables, tofu soup, four dishes and one soup, and there are two dishes for dipping tofu in front of each person, one red and one white.

"Ruoshi, it's fine if we come here for a meal, and today I brought Qin Xiang along with me, I really trouble you." Qin Lei said with a smile.

Wen Jing also joked, "Junior Sister, isn't it very unlucky to have a senior sister like me?"

Fang Ruoshi shook her head, with a smile on her face: "The boss and the boss's wife value me, and it is my honor to give me so many opportunities to flatter me!"

Both Wen Jing and Fang Ruoshi graduated from Yaocheng University, and they already knew each other in school.Fang Ruoshi applied for a job in the Qin Group, only to find out that her senior sister's husband is currently in charge of the Qin Group when she meets Wen Jing by accident.

"No way, your craftsmanship is too good, and your brother-in-law and I have been spoiled by you!"

Qin Xiang didn't speak all the time, but at this moment he gave his brother and sister-in-law a casual glance.

Hiss... Wen Jing couldn't sit still: "What do you mean by that look in your eyes?"

Qin Heng shrugged and concentrated on eating.

Qin Lei smiled and gave his wife a piece of hoof, and said: "He thinks we are capitalists. It doesn't matter if he exploited Ruoshi at work, but he also enslaved her to cook for us."

Uh……

do you mean this?Is he complaining about her?

Fang Ruoshi quietly looked at Qin Xiang, who was eating leisurely and did not respond.

Just when she guessed that her brother-in-law was just guessing randomly, Qin Xiang raised his eyelashes and glanced at her.

Is this... the default?
Qin Lei saw that Ruoshi was puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, and said with a smile: "Don't look at my cousin who is reticent, in fact, he is not as cold as he looks."

Really?

"Qin Xiang, Ruoshi works as an editor for the internal magazine in the Operations Department. If you need to promote the string orchestra you just established, you can find her." Qin Lei briefly introduced.

"it is good."

Still a simple word, no redundant words.

"Qin Xiang!"

Wen Jing couldn't stand it anymore and called him to stop.After thinking about it, this guy is just such a bad character, but if he can hear more than five words from his mouth, it is just luck.

Qin Xiang didn't speak, didn't even lift his eyelids, and picked up a green bean.

Qin Lei glanced at his cousin: "Can you say two more words in your mouth?" Turning his head and laughing at Ruoshi, "Don't pay attention to him, just like you described once, then what... he just talked to Ruoshi These kidney beans are the same..."

"Oil and salt do not enter."

Fang Ruoshi took it smoothly, only to realize something was wrong after blurting out.

Qin Xiang looked straight over, with a pair of dark eyes, unable to see a trace of waves, staring so hard that she shrank her neck.

She didn't mean that he didn't eat oil and salt, she just simply helped her brother-in-law recall this hometown saying!

Because oil and salt are not easy to enter during the frying process of green beans, Fang Ruoshi's hometown in Sichuan often calls people who do not listen to persuasion, disobedience, and stubborn personalities "green beans", saying that they "don't allow oil and salt" .

But, she really didn't mean Qin Xiang just now!
Also, what does the look in his eyes mean?You can't blame her for being rude when you first met, right?

He is a guest after all, no matter how much she doesn't like it, it is impossible for her to be so rude!

Besides...she didn't dislike him...

Just as she was about to explain, Qin Heng turned his gaze away, picked up another green bean and put it into his mouth.

He chewed and said in a deep voice, "Go in."

"Pfft..." Fang Ruoshi almost spit out the mouthful of soup she had put into her mouth, so she quickly covered the corner of her mouth with a tissue.

Wen Jing and Qin Lei also laughed so hard that they threw their chopsticks away, and the whole table was amused.

Looking at Qin Xiang again, he still looks so indifferent, as if their smiles have nothing to do with him.

The cuffs of the black shirt were still well buttoned, not undone, and there was no wrinkle from the sleeves to the neckline. It was clean and tidy without any fumes.

Seeing his straight back, Fang Ruoshi straightened her back silently.

When Fang Ruoshi threw the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher and came out, Qin Lei and Wen Jing were about to leave.

Because Qin Lei was rushing back to collect a work report, the couple who originally said they would leave after playing cards for a while cupped their hands apologetically.

Fang Ruoshi expressed her understanding and prepared to send them downstairs.She carried a bag of trash to the entrance and put it down, then turned to get her phone and keys.

Qin Heng stood by the door, watched her take out a pair of flat shoes from the shoe cabinet and put them on, and closed the door.

She straightened up, her head just touching his chest.

The white light of the voice-activated lights in the corridor was reflected above her head, and it swirled into Qin Xiang's eyes.

Fang Ruoshi saw that he was holding a plastic bag in his hand, which was the garbage she was planning to throw out just now, so she reached out to pick it up with some embarrassment: "Give it to me, don't get your hands dirty."

Qin Heng didn't speak, but tilted his head slightly to signal her to leave.

The elevator came, and the senior sister told them to hurry up.

Qin Heng strode forward, Fang Ruoshi followed behind him.

How tall is he?
Fang Ruoshi followed him and estimated that she wasn't short, but her height of 1.6 meters [-] was blocked from his sight behind him, hiding her as if there was no one there, like... There was a wall.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound.

Fang Ruoshi held her forehead and raised her head, the "black wall" in front of her suddenly stopped.

"Where to throw it?" Qin Heng asked her, picking up the bag in his hand.

The corners of his mouth were pursed, the lines of his face were clearly soft and moist, but they were forcibly divided into icy temperatures, and he could only see the light falling on his feet.

"Huh?" He didn't seem to expect that she would be hit, and after being hit, he froze on the spot without any response, and asked tentatively, "Does it hurt?"

"Ah? No..." Fang Ruoshi stammered, brushed past him, pushed open the door of the safe passage, pointed to the trash can, "throw it in here."

The ring finger lifted the lid of the bucket, and with a tap of the index finger, the garbage bag slid into the bucket. Qin Xiang withdrew his hand.

Fang Ruoshi had been holding the door waiting for him, seeing him walking back, she relaxed her shoulders.Unexpectedly, the door competed with her and pressed heavily on her. Seeing that she was pushed back and kept retreating, Qin Heng stretched out an arm, and the door stopped.

The senior sister urged them to get up, and the two entered the elevator one after the other.

For a moment, there was silence in the elevator.Fang Ruoshi lowered her head to look at the elevator floor, unconsciously shaking the key in her hand.

In a corner where no one noticed, Qin Heng put one hand behind his back, and with the other hand, he seemed to rub a small piece of skin on his forearm.

That was the position where he stood in front of Fang Ruoshi just now, and was scalded by her breath.

Qin Lei's car was parked in an open space not far from the unit door, and the senior sister stood in front of the car door to bid farewell to Fang Ruoshi.

Qin Xiang didn't speak, and took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket with one hand.

Wen Jing quickly winked at Qin Lei.

Qin Lei understood, and said, "Qin Xiang, are you going back tonight?" He meant going back to the Qin family's old house.

"No."

Qin Xiang's movements did not stop at all, and the flame of the lighter lit the cigarette.

"Let's go first." Qin Lei approached Qin Xiang, bumped his arm, and said in a deep voice that only the two of them could hear, "Speak."

The sparks between his fingers trembled in the darkness, Qin Xiang glanced at Fang Ruoshi, and nodded to his cousin.

When the car drove away, Fang Ruoshi looked around, and the parking spaces on the ground of the community were empty.

"Didn't you come by car?"

"No."

"Then... how do you go home?"

"Ah……"

A very light, very light laugh.

Fang Ruoshi raised her eyes and looked over, the corners of Qin Heng's mouth raised a very small arc, a barely noticeable smile, and the two dimples on the side of his cheeks shone with a very faint red light.

So beautiful!

She admired in her heart.

Just standing there quietly looking at him, his eyes also fell on her.

"Let's go," he swung the suit jacket he had been carrying on his shoulders and waved his hand, "Thank you for tonight."

The surroundings were pitch black, with only sporadic road lighting, but Fang Ruoshi suddenly felt that the surroundings were lit up.

(3)

On Monday, the deadline for this issue, Fang Ruoshi arrived at the office early.

She turned on the computer, checked the email, and all the manuscripts had to be finalized today.

Wang Xiaojing, a colleague from the internal journal group, slid the swivel chair to her side and asked, "Ruoshi, is the manuscript ready?"

"Most of the boards are almost done. I'll sort them out and hand them over to you for typesetting."

Fang Ruoshi sorted the manuscripts into folders and began to check and organize them.

Wang Xiaojing snapped her fingers and returned to her seat happily.

After a while, I only heard a scream of "Wow", which was Wang Xiaojing's voice.

Everyone in the office looked up, she patted the table excitedly, and shouted: "Look at the official Weibo! Group official Weibo!"

Fang Ruoshi curiously opened her browser and logged into Weibo.The first item on the home page is the content posted by the Qin Group's official Weibo. The message was forwarded, and it was a video with the ID "Qin Xiang String Orchestra".

She put on her headphones and clicked play.

In the picture, violinists in formal attire sit neatly in a small concert hall, and the sound of violins comes out melodiously with their movements of pulling the bowstring.

In a nearly 9-minute video, the melodious and smooth sound of the piano can easily arouse the emotions of the audience.

The man at the head stood at the far right of the team.

The meticulous black suit, the delicate and handsome face, the flexible and powerful arms, and the long straight and slender legs are all his capital.

But today, Fang Ruoshi was not interested in paying attention to these shining points of his, and her eyes closely followed his arm.His right hand pulling the bow seems to have a magical power, which has been pulling her.

She looked for his figure in every shot, looking for that pair of powerful arms, looking for that tight lip line.

The moment the piano sound stopped, the picture froze, and all the performers looked up at the camera in unison, and his eyes also looked over.

Fang Ruoshi seemed to be attracted by a pool of secluded spring, and couldn't recover for a long time.

When the "Qin Xiang String Orchestra" released the video, it only included a line of small words: Introduction and Rondo Capricci——Here we are.

The forwarding of the group's official Weibo is also very concise and clear: Welcome.

She remembered what Qin Lei said that day, that the Qin Xiang String Orchestra should have entered the Qin Group, and this was a public announcement.

Surrounded by colleagues' excited discussions, surprises, applause, speculation... All kinds of voices came and went.

Sitting in her seat, Fang Ruoshi felt that the sometimes soothing and sometimes high-pitched piano sound was still ringing around her ears.

Her mind is full of Qin Heng's figure, his black eyes and eyelashes.

Before getting off work, Fang Ruoshi searched "Introduction and Rondo Capriccio" on the Internet.This song is also translated as "Introduction and Fantasy Rondo", which is the work of French composer Saint-Saëns.A lot of proper nouns and art appreciation made her confused, but she downloaded the song to her phone without even thinking about it.

When the off-duty traffic merged into the street, Fang Ruoshi connected her mobile phone to the Bluetooth in the car, and the sound of the violin slowly spread throughout the car.

The receding high-rise buildings outside the window did not arouse the interest of the people in the car. This was Fang Ruoshi's private space.

She didn't even know why she was obsessed with this song that she had never touched before. This song that fit the name perfectly, together with the black figure she saw in the video during the day, kept circling in her mind.

The recurring sound of the piano did not stop until Fang Ruoshi parked the car in the underground garage of the community. Her whole body was exhausted, she leaned on the driver's seat, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, and poured it up.

She got out of the car, locked the door, and walked towards the vegetable market outside the community.

Fang Ruoshi went straight to a small stall at the back of the market. The stall owner was a middle-aged woman. Seeing her, she immediately smiled and offered a bag of vegetables.

"Today's green beans are very fresh, and there are some side dishes that you usually like to buy. Do you think it's okay?"

The aunt who speaks Sichuan dialect is a fellow villager Fang Ruoshi met when she was shopping for vegetables in the market.After getting familiar with each other, the aunt offered to help her to buy vegetables at get off work and come to pick them up after she got off work.

She handed over the money and thanked her aunt.

Back home, Fang Ruoshi hummed while choosing green beans.

A bunch of green kidney beans lay neatly in the draining basket, they were really fresh.

Fang Ruoshi couldn't help thinking of the day when Qin Xiang came to eat.

He likes green beans?
It seemed so, almost every chopstick of his was reaching for the plate of kidney beans in front of him.

Uh, why am I observing so carefully?

Obviously, he hasn't been looking at him all the time!

Fang Ruoshi smiled self-deprecatingly, and took a photo of the string beans with her mobile phone.

Finally, I chose one, adjusted the lighting, and added a filter.

As soon as she clicked on WeChat, she saw a red "+1" in the address book on the bottom bar.

Click in, and the new friend list will be the first: Qin Xiang.

Below the verification message, there is only a line of small gray words prompted by the system: The other party requests to add you as a friend.

Huh?
Fang Ruoshi added in doubt.

She silently clicked on the dialog box, brewed for a long time, and posted the photo that she was just about to post on Moments.

Then immediately typed a sentence to explain: Do you know that I will fry green beans tonight?
Looking at the "The other party is typing" at the top, Fang Ruoshi's heart skipped a beat, and she began to look forward to what kind of response he would give her.

Qin Xiang's news came back very quickly, with four concise words: a heart-to-heart connection.

Her violently beating heart seemed to be filled with wind all of a sudden, bulging and full.

She returned a smile with the corners of her eyes bent.

At the same time, Qin Heng also sent a photo.

It seemed that he was eating, and in front of him was a plate - stir-fried green beans.

She turned on the water and rinsed the pot of kidney beans she had chosen.

There is a shadowless wind in her heart, with the temperature of "heart-to-heart", making her smile with her lips biting.

In fact, Qin Xiang doesn't "do not eat oil and salt" as he said that day.

Qin's old house.

Qin Xiang looked at the few lines of dialogue that just popped up in the dialog box, lowered his eyes and smiled.

Last weekend, he just came back from abroad, and he planned to rely on his cousin and sister-in-law to go to Fang Ruoshi's house for dinner.Because the plane arrived early, the sister-in-law gave him Fang Ruoshi's cell phone number.

In the past few days, the WeChat address book shows that there are new friends that can be added due to the addition of new contacts on the mobile phone.He never clicked the green add button, for fear of offending the other party.

But today, when he saw this plate of dry-stir-fried green beans on the table, he couldn't hold back after all.

He stared at the phone for a while, but didn't notice that there was already a look at him at the dinner table.

Qin Xiang's uncle—cousin Qin Lei's father called his name at the dinner table: "Qin Xiang, what are you looking at on your phone during meal time! You haven't been home for too long, have you forgotten the rules?"

The eldest uncle's voice was as majestic as ever.

Qin Heng silently put the phone back into his pocket, and hid it together with the two dimples that were accidentally exposed just now.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the uncle sighed and said: "Your father and your mother are on tour all over the world, and they don't stay at home all year round. It's rare that you are willing to come back. I'm very happy."

Qin Xiang nodded: "The orchestra needs to develop."

Qin Xiang's father is an internationally renowned violinist, and his mother is a world-renowned cellist.Affected by the family atmosphere, Qin Xiang has a talent for music since he was a child.He learned the violin at the age of four, under the tutelage of his father. At the age of eight, he was exceptionally admitted to the Central Conservatory of Music. At the age of 11, he was sent to study at the music school founded by violinist Yehudi Menuhin. At the age of 16, he won the Paganini International Violin Competition. gold medal.At the age of 19, he went to Juilliard School in New York for further studies. At the age of 21, he won the gold medal in the Tchaikovsky International Violin Competition. At the age of 25, he was hired as a professor by the Royal Academy of Music, becoming the youngest professor in the history of the academy.

Now, with the Qin Xiang String Orchestra he founded, he settled down in his hometown-Yaocheng.

It seems that returning to China is not the best choice, but today's world connectivity makes all communication more concise and convenient, Qin Xiang is not worried about the development of him and his team.

But now it seems that returning to China seems to be the best choice, because he has taken a fancy to a girl.

Coincidentally, the girl is in the Qin Group.

(End of this chapter)