Chapter 26 Section 25

Thursday July 21 sunny The eight minute appointment is tomorrow, Friday night.My colleagues and I squatted in a bar with a LOFT structure early in the morning, setting up the venue.In the afternoon, the big old king came to inspect and looked at the string of long tables that had been set up in the center of the venue. On a whim, he said: "People from our company, let's do a preview first. Girls and boys, come here for eight minutes." .” Everyone laughed, there were not many of them, only CICI and I were among the female colleagues. Cantonese, who had always harbored evil thoughts about CICI, quickly sat across from CICI, with a coquettish smile on his face, and a mouthful of Guangpu in his voice. The mean one said: "Miss, do you like playing yo-yo?"

We all laughed, Wang Xiaojian sat down opposite me, "Have you considered that matter?" "No play." "Come and see the house with me, and you'll know when you see it." "Don't look, I am a person who can resist everything except temptation, so I will definitely not hit the muzzle myself." "Xiao Xian'er, I have to decide quickly whether to rent the whole thing..." Before Wang Xiaojian finished speaking, the old man pinched his watch and gave an order: "Time is up. Substitute!" Wang Xiaojian moved away disheveledly, and Guangdong Boy sat across from me, still smiling coquettishly, but what he said was: "Hey hey, sister Xiaoxian, do you like playing yo-yo?"

The weather is so hot today, after work all the way back home, the whole body is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside by the steaming heat wave, the thick and thick hair is full of heat, it looks like a basket of freshly baked steamed stuffed buns.Turn on the air conditioner, take a shower, and sit on the sofa in a daze for a long time before slowly returning to the body. There is a summer homemade food special on TV, and what is being introduced is Italian bow tie noodles with clam sauce. The plump-looking host is beaming, emphasizing over and over again how quick and easy this dish is, "Even if you are sleepwalking , can also be made.” Seeing his little fleshy hands like a robot cat flying up and down, squeezing sauce and chopping onions in a busy and unhurried manner, I became hungry before I knew it.

I jumped up from the sofa, opened the refrigerator, and found half a bag of old bow tie noodles in a dark corner.I looked for other ingredients, and they were all complete. After thinking about it for half a minute, I decided to make a meal for myself today. Soak the noodles in warm water, and then start cutting onions. Do you know how to cut onions without crying?Just finish it before you cry.I poured olive oil and fried onions. I didn’t have clams at home. I used a small bag of hard-frozen shrimp instead. Cook in a soup pot. I cook with a mood similar to "..." all the way, and I use "..." to describe it because the mood has no shape, no ups and downs, and no direction.The bow tie noodles were cooked, and the shrimps were put on the plate. I squeezed tomato sauce on top of the noodles, and squeezed a crooked heart shape.

When it was time to start, looking at the red heart in front of me, I found that I couldn't eat anymore, my appetite was gone, and I felt miserable and stupid. When I was still with him, for the field of the kitchen, I always took the route of being full of emotions but not good at cooking. The first time I cooked for him was a bowl of instant noodles. The only difference was that I was in The pomelo peel was ingeniously added in it. What was in my head at the time, there are so many things to eat, why do you have to add grapefruit peel? Now it is impossible to trace back.I just remember that he ate very happily and praised me highly: it was the first time I ate such fresh instant noodles.I was so inflated by the praise, I suddenly felt that creativity is everywhere in my life. If I were a chef and opened a restaurant, the small owners of FUSION's private kitchens would definitely have to worry about sleepless nights.Not long after, I was hungry, so I went back to the kitchen and took a sip of the noodle soup. I was so excited at that time, the taste was almost evil.

After that, I gave up the slanted way of cooking, but followed the recipe honestly and followed the steps with a scientific attitude. Therefore, whenever I saw "appropriate amount" and "a little" on the recipe, The words, I want to scold my mother from the bottom of my heart.Even with such carefulness, the dishes he made were hardly delicious, but he still strongly encouraged and whispered suggestions, and has always supported me to go down the road of a housewife. But later, the craftsmanship gradually improved, and I was able to guess the meaning of "appropriate amount" and "a little". Occasionally, there are one or two dishes that taste like small street restaurants, but people who have been trying dishes , but more and more indifferent. "Is it delicious?" "It's delicious." "Is it still good?" "Enough." The most common thing that happens is this kind of question and answer, and then two people hold their jobs, one flips through magazines, and the other watches TV.

Until half a year before we broke up, I didn't cook anymore. I can gradually figure out what kind of subconsciousness is contained in the "..." mood when I was cooking just now. At that time, I didn't dare to say anything. I hope there are still people in the living room, waiting to eat this meal. The mood of the meal. I looked at the noodles that were getting colder in front of me. Whether it was Chinese food or Western food, as soon as it got cold, they all looked dilapidated. It's annoying. I looked around the room, I was disheartened, I cooked pasta for two, but no one cheered for the one in front of me.The sofa is full of things, leaving only one space.The floor is too clean, but the whole room looks deserted. Looking around, in the whole room, only the running air conditioner is the most vital.

Although the room is full of oily smoke, I can still smell the mainstream smell lingering in the room, which is a "too single" smell, as Li Ke said, "too long in the refrigerator" that smell. I dumped the noodles into the trash can and thought for a long time on an empty stomach. Before twelve o'clock, I sent a text message to Wang Xiaojian. "Let's live together. At least we can work together."