We were not late, but Ran Yibai, who threatened to be out of noon, had not arrived for a long time. The clock on my phone I put on the table had just jumped from 8:00 to 8:01. She did not show up and said that she had gone to contact her Tang Lian and had not returned. The waiter started serving the dishes on time. I didn't ask for this. It was obviously the Tang Lian's meaning, so I didn't say extra polite words that emphasize etiquette, "Wait until everyone arrives."

I don’t know if it was a coincidence by intentional arrangement or an unintentional coincidence. This table of dishes is as simple as this small room, and it is a bit delicate. Without exception, they are all specialties that Dongfang often cooks at home, no difference from their usual dinners. Even tea is my favorite jasmine tea.

In fact, there is a very good set of cooking in the East, but unlike Chu Yuan, who is good at home cooking, she prefers, or is good at some cooking with complex processes and high difficulty coefficients, and the flavors are quite diverse, and there are several high-end dishes. Among them, the best ones are Shandong cuisine and French cuisine, and they can even make several medicinal meals, but the things she ticks are too expensive. For example, what she is most proud of is seafood cooking, but I am a white-collar worker with a monthly salary of 8,000 yuan.

The luxury of growing fragrant, smelly mouth and smelly butt is OK once a day, but how can I afford it? So Dongfang, who took turns cooking with Chu Yuan, had to abandon his martial arts and learn to cook ordinary home-cooked dishes from scratch. Because he had certain attainments in his cooking skills, he did not completely imitate Chu Yuan, so he became his own style. Although the dishes he made were inevitably inconsistent, their colors, fragrance and taste were very distinctive, and they were highly recognizable. So we thought of her when these dishes were served.

Chu Yuan and Dong Xiaoye were even more silent when they saw things and thought of others. In the small room, the air solidified like a stone, tightly separating the seams, making people feel the presence of oxygen. Chu Yuan lowered her head and tried to touch her beautiful nails meaninglessly, as if she didn't do anything to distract her energy, and tears wouldn't help falling. Despite this, she stubbornly did not wipe off the tears hanging from the corners of her eyes - if she wiped her tears, it would prove that she was really crying.

I can understand how this girl feels at this moment...Ran Yibai hasn't spoken yet, but we can no longer speak...

Tang Lian's words proved that Ran Yibai was not an unreasonable, subjective and emotional menopause woman. On the contrary, she was just a mother who was hard-hearted and soft-hearted and could not express her feelings. She was not cold, but always pampered and tolerated Dongfang with a way of talking about right and wrong... In this regard, I, who used to speak about Chu Yuan, had a lot of resonance.

I think Ran Yibai was late, so I wanted to tell us this through Tang Lian's mouth. Just like Tang Lian said, Ran Yibai couldn't say these words herself. She asked me to come to Tulip Resort because Tang Lian was indirectly saved by me and was grateful to me, so I wouldn't suspect that he was lying to me, right?

Chu Yuan and Sister Hu realized this, so they were depressed. This surprised me. I thought Chu Yuan, who was as ridiculous as Dongfang, could not hesitate to tell such a bad lie as Dongfang, was determined to try to keep Dongfang by any means, but she no longer mentioned it now, just trying to hold back her tears, silently sad for the upcoming separation...

The stinky girl has really grown up. For the sake of her friend's future, she gave up her willfulness. She is no longer the Murong Yuanyuan in her novel who begged her best friend to become her brother's life partner for her happiness...

I looked at the room again and couldn't help but laugh. Now I finally understood why Ran Yibai deliberately arranged this small room to highlight his hostility to me, just to cover up that she asked Tang Lian to say this to me, right?

"Can these dishes be made by Xiao Dongfang? Is she here?" Dong Xiaoye felt distressed by Chu Yuan, so he broke his silence, but these words were more of self-comfortable expectations.

I picked up a chopstick with a sweet and sour carp and ate it in my mouth. I was stunned for a moment, then shook my head and said, "No, it's too light. Dongfang knows that you and I have a heavy mouth..."

Dong Xiaoye glared at me fiercely and winked at me. I only pretended not to see it. I picked up a few other dishes and said while tasting: "This is also light, this is also light... It is possible that one dish is not accurate. Every special dish cannot be accurately grasped. It can only prove that the recipe belongs to her, and it is not her who cooks."

Chu Yuan was about to cry, and Chu Chu looked at me pitifully. Her little face made people feel distressed, "Brother... can't we keep Dongfang anymore?"

I didn't answer, but just put down the chopsticks, gently stroked her head, and smiled at her, but my heart was as contradictory and entangled as her.

We all understand that this is actually the best result - whether it is the future of the East or her relationship with her mother.

But this is also the worst result - separation is always a painful thing.

Especially for Chu Yuan and Dongfang, they are each other's most important friends, not to mention that they are only sixteen years old and cannot view and accept distinctions rationally like adults like me, even if it is temporary... Even if rationality is like me, how can it feel now? Although I have had a heart-wrenching experience of separation from Zi Yuan...

Chu Yuan buried his head in my arms, and still couldn't help crying. He didn't cry or act coquettishly, which made me feel distressed and relieved. Comfort words and self-deception were redundant. This was the price of growth. Even if it was bitter, he had to face it bravely. Chu Yuan was already a big girl, no longer a child, and tears did not mean cowardice. Sometimes, it was a kind of persistence in growing up and strength when growing up.

Dong Xiaoye is quite stubborn in this regard. Perhaps it is because of her parents' attitude towards their children. She always felt that Ran Yibai ignored Dongfang's own wishes, which was wrong and she could not accept them. However, she could not find a reason to refute, so she found fault and vented: "It is said that people with big arrogance are generous, and people with big arrogance are stingy, but this woman named Ran is an alternative, with big arrogance, big arrogance, and stingy. In such a generous place, would you please treat us to this?"

While talking, the girl used chopsticks to pick up the dishes on the plate. It was obviously a bucket attribute, but she also pursued quality. I laughed and said, "She really wanted to put on airs, so she wouldn't cook in person to cook these dishes."

"Did this dish be made by Ran?" Sister Hu was shocked.

Chu Yuan also raised her pretty face with pear blossoms and said strangely: "Have Mother Dongfang arrived?"

I picked up a chopstick for Sister Hu and Chu Yuan, and said, "These dishes that Dongfang is not good at are her own dishes. Apart from saltiness, sweetness and temperature, the control of sweetness and heat is exactly the same as her. Since it is impossible for her to make them, who else can do it? Apart from her mother, do you think that Dongfang's arrogant personality will still tell others such things?"

Dong Xiaoye said: "It may be that she told her mother, and her mother told others..."

"No," Chu Yuan tasted the fish in the plate and refuted very professionally that Dong Xiaoye, who can only be a killer in the kitchen. "Everyone has a different understanding of the heat when cooking. I cook the same dish with Dongfang. The size of the firepower and the length of time are different. Because the masters are different, the habits are different. Sister Xiaoye cannot eat it, but if you change it to someone else, such as my brother, you will know which one I made and which one I made in Dongfang. The sweet and sour fish, color, fragrance, and heat are no different from those made in Dongfang. It must be made by her mother!"

Sister Hu blushed with tender face. Chu Yuan said that she couldn't eat any difference, but she was unintentionally emphasizing the fact that she was a stake. How could this make Sister Hu be in love with her?

Chu Yuan tasted the dishes on the table one by one, and became more and more certain, "I had eaten the dishes her mother cooked once before, and it tasted this. Oriental craftsmanship was learned from her mother. She said that her mother's biggest hobby was painting and cooking."

I absolutely believe this - a woman who is unfamiliar with the kitchen cannot subconsciously go to the kitchen to search for the murder weapon after being furious...

It turns out that she is not going to chop me up, but to cook and treat me personally...

But I guess Ran Yibai did not intend to admit this. Slowly cooking was undoubtedly a reward for me taking care of Dongfang. However, she did it for herself, and I was afraid she didn't mean to thank me, because I had scolded her, and her self-esteem did not allow her to do these "downgraded" and "sulted" things in front of me, otherwise she would not have deliberately arranged us in such a small room.

She is a successful businessman, but a loser in family life. Perhaps it is because she can't let go of this proud and strong personality?

The teeth are good, the appetite is delicious, the body is very good, but the taste buds are very bad, but the tiger sister is eating voraciously, but she is called "Is it the same as the East?" When Tang Lian came back, she personally held a casserole. Without the lid, it was already full of fresh fragrance - Eucommia ulmoides safflowering pigeon soup.

We are so familiar with this taste, especially Chu Yuan. The fragrance penetrates into his nose, and it is no different from the jealousy. He frowned unconsciously... Since I learned about my relationship with Xiao Zi, it was the turn of Xiao Niangpi to cook. This pot of soup is always indispensable. It is said to nourish the kidneys and strengthen the yang. Until today, I don’t know whether it is considerate or jealous, but every time the pot of soup is served, Chu Yuan will inevitably kick my legs and step on my feet under the table.

Tang Lian saw that the food on the table had been killed by us, Sister Hu, and was a little stunned, and then asked with a smile: "Is this dish still suitable for the taste?"

The shameless sister Hu was not embarrassed at all. Before I could get a compassionate look with Tang Lian and said 'to match the taste', then when he leaked the information, Ran Yibai personally cooked, and then he had a tacit move with Lady Ran to turn war into jade. Sister Hu had already asked Tang Lian boldly: "Your boss Ran is still busy in the kitchen?"

The soup teamed up and almost sprinkled the soup...

She looked at Sister Hu for a while, until Sister Hu swallowed all the things in her mouth. Tang Lian couldn't understand Sister Hu's expression. After all, Sister Hu is an expert in this regard. Tang Lian shook his head and said with a smirk: "No, Mr. Ran has just gone back..."

"What?!" My hand also shook, and the chopsticks fell on the table. What was Ran Yibai singing? He came over to cook a meal for me, but left without even seeing her? Why? I was afraid that I would persuade her not to let Dongfang study abroad? Or continue her high attitude and use such practical actions to tell me that she was grateful for me to take care of Dongfang, but I couldn't control her family affairs?

Tang Lian's next words surprised me even more, and at the same time, Chu Yuan and Sister Hu were so surprised that they couldn't jump up on their own. They were incredible...

"Mr. Ran said that the matter of the eldest lady can be based on Mr. Chu's intention..."

I was shocked, but I was not happy because I was a little confused.

[ps: Reflection... I have been resting these two days. I was busy a while ago. I slept in the dark these two days. I have been lazy in bed for a day and a half. I have been deeply reviewing...]
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