After Huo Feng opened the door and asked Zuo to go in again, he said, "Wait for me and it will be fine soon."

Zuo Zai smiled and said, "Okay."

When Zuo entered the door again, he found that Huo Feng was actually cooking.

But Zuo Zai is still willing to see "Goodbye Chopin" playing the piano.

Not long after, Huo Feng brought a bowl of noodles.

But this side is really...

A little bit cold.

The clear soup is poor and there is nothing except a few slices of vegetables and it smells nothing.

The bowl of noodles by Huo Feng and the bowl of noodles made by Xiang Min for Zuo Zai in the morning are dozens of levels different from that of the bowl of noodles Xiang Min made for Zuo Zai in the morning.

Zuo Zai is a foodie, and now he is a little hungry, but when facing the bowl of noodles placed in front of him, he has no appetite at all.

But Zuo Zai still picked up the chopsticks. She didn't want to make her work in vain because of her picky mouth. After all, Huo Feng specially cooked longevity noodles for her, and no matter how bad the cooking skills were, she was still good at it.

"It's not done yet, you can wait and eat." Huo Feng stopped Zuo Zai's actions in time to get the chopsticks.

Looking at Huo Feng's appearance, Zuo seemed to be planning to make something. Are you afraid that she wouldn't have enough food? She still wants a second bowl? Or maybe another plate of vegetables without seasonings?

Zuo Zai really wanted to tell Huo Feng that she is actually good at cooking and would let her come.

But before today, the two of them had not been in contact for half a year. Zuo Zai felt that it was a bit inappropriate to take over what Huo Feng was doing at this time. Isn’t this obvious showing off his cooking skills and damaging Huo Feng’s enthusiasm?

The things that make people unable to come to Taiwan have never been something Zuo Zai likes to do, not to mention that this is definitely out of kindness. He is obviously a novice in cooking, but he still insists on cooking himself.

It’s bad to eat, it’s bad to eat, and you’ll endure it. Zuo comforts himself in his heart.

Sure enough, Huo Feng brought another bowl of noodles, which was the same as the bowl just now, with noodles boiled in water and a few scattered vegetables.

"There is another bowl. You can wait a little longer and it will be done soon." Huo Feng said and went to the kitchen again.

Zuo Zai looked at the two bowls of authentic "clear soup" noodles in front of him and wanted to laugh for no reason. These two bowls of noodles made Zuo Zai feel a little helpless and very cute.

Huo Feng didn't see Zuo Zai's expression, and he quickly brought a big bowl over, several times larger than the bowl that just filled the noodles.

Is this going to serve another pot of noodles? Even if it is very delicious, I can’t eat so much, right?

When Huo Feng approached with the big bowl, Zuo Zai suddenly smelled a familiar smell.

Huo Feng put down the bowl, made three large spoons of the bowl and poured it on the noodles on the left, and then added the same amount to the other bowl of noodles.

A big bowl that is dark and scattered, and there are still many left after the beating.

Zuo Zai smelled this smell carefully and was a little stunned.

"I tried it for almost a year before I felt like I had made the braised pork candle you gave me. Try it and see if it's the same." Huo Feng's face was a little embarrassed when he said this. If the employees of Huo Real Estate saw Ceo's current expression, they would all be shocked.

Zuo Zai felt a little incredible, so she picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in her mouth. It was actually not much different from the braised pork made by her mother. Even she made it herself, she might not be able to make it so similar.

Zuo Zai only knows how to make braised pork. Zuo Zai said it like Huo Feng was joking, but when it was really true that "seeing it is true", Zuo Zai was still a little unbelievable.

How many times does a person who knows how to cook have to try to make such braised pork? And it has not been eaten, but just smelled.

Huo Feng in front of him once again surprised Zuo Zai. She quietly ate the whole bowl of noodles.

Huo Feng was also eating noodles, and neither of them spoke again while eating noodles.

After eating the noodles, left looked up at Huo Feng again.

Huo Feng had been looking at Zuo Zai, and his noodles were eaten slowly than Zuo Zai. When he found Zuo Zai staring at him, Huo Feng said, "Do you want to wait for me on the piano? I'll go over immediately."

"Okay." Zuo walked to Huo Feng's piano and tapped the keys with one finger a few times. She couldn't play it, which was to hit it aimlessly. She didn't know any instrument except the triangle iron.

Can triangle iron be considered a musical instrument?

Who said no? There are symphony orchestras. Why can't they count?

When Huo Feng came over, he held a bottle of wine and two cups in his hand.

Huo Feng handed one of the cups to Zuo: "I heard you like this wine."

Zuo Zai didn't know how many surprises Huo Feng would bring to him that night, because what Huo Feng gave her was a glass of williopitz Qiongwuzhu Guiro wine.

"Who did you hear?" Zuo asked Huo Feng a while.

"After you left that day, the owner of the winery told me that you especially like this wine, so I bought a lot of it, but the owner said that the wine would have to be stored for a few more years, and it would not be better until at least 2018, so I stored it there first. I hadn't bottled it yet, so I brought it back two bottles. One of them was drunk by me as soon as I came back... I wanted to see what your favorite taste was... I never wanted to open the remaining bottle." Huo Feng answered Zuo Zai's question.

Zuo didn't say anything anymore, she had a warm smile on her face, and then looked at Huo Feng with her talking eyes.

Huo Feng was seen like this by Zuo Ai and started to feel a little embarrassed again. This feeling of being considered shy made Huo Feng's heart full of surprise.

"I'll play "Happy Birthday Song" for you." Huo Feng smiled and said to Zuo Zaizai.

Zuo Zai was standing beside him. Such a scene made Huo Feng's always cold face look warm.

Huo Feng played "Happy Birthday Song" twelve times in one breath.

The eleven times before, the accompaniment was very special, from Chopin's "Puppy Waltz" version in 2003, to the "Winter Wind" version in 2005, to various scherzo versions of "Happy Birthday Song".

From the age of 13 to 24, in the past eleven years, each version of Huo Feng adapted for Zuo has been presented one by one.

Huo Feng's "Happy Birthday Song" accompanied Zuo Zai every year from childhood to bloom, and every time he carries memories.

Huo Feng's eleven "Happy Birthday Song" made Zuo Zai's eyes red.

At the last time, Huo Feng only used one hand. He raised his head and looked at Zuo again: "I... this year... I wasn't prepared."

With the simplest notes popped up with his right hand, Huo Feng gently sang "Happy Birthday Song" to Zuo.

The twelfth time, which didn't even have the left hand accompaniment, made Zuo cry again.

After Huo Feng finished singing, Zuo Zai's eyes were filled with tears, but his face was filled with smiles.

"You... didn't you say... Is there something to ask me what it means?" Zuo Zai's tone was still a little choked.

"I thought I heard it wrong, but now I understand the meaning of that sentence. He said that day, 'Xiao Zuo seems to like you, give her some time', but... I'm still... a little uncertain... Half a year, is it enough?" Huo Feng asked this question carefully.

"Enough." Zuo Zai cried and smiled brilliantly, and the only answer was this word.

There are no unnecessary words, facing such Huo Feng, any language seems pale and powerless.

Zuo handed another wine glass to Huo Feng, and then touched the cup in his hand with Huo Feng's hand.

Huo Feng was a little unbelievable: "Really?"

"Really." Zuo gave Huo Feng a positive look.

"Then what your chairman said is true?" Huo Feng originally wanted to ask, "Do you really like me?", but when he finally asked, he chose a more tactful way.

The divorce of his parents left a big shadow on Huo Feng's psychology. What Huo Feng feared the most was to give his feelings, and he was indeed unable to help himself and was covered in bruises because of his only time.

In the past six months, only he knew how struggle, how depressed and how painful Huo Feng had in his heart was. Huo Feng could no longer bear the negative answer given by Zuo Zai. He wanted to ask, but in the end he was a little timid.

"Well, it's true." Zuo Zai's eyes never left Huo Feng.

Zuo Zai's firm eyes healed all Huo Feng's wounds. Those wounds that he licked alone for so long but were getting deeper and deeper.

It turns out that just one look is enough.

Huo Feng stood up and hugged Zuo Zai.

A gentle, extremely gentle hug.

(End of Volume 2)

In today's chapter, the number of words is more than usual.

When Xiao Mo finished writing the second volume, he suddenly wanted to write the full text directly.

When the story came here, Xiao Mo felt that it was actually enough.

Writing a book is a lonely practice.

Such loneliness has never appeared in Xiao Mo's past life.

So, Xiao Mo has recently become a child who needs comfort.

I was too deeply involved in the play and often cried.

Perhaps, Xiao Mo's story can only move himself.

But that's enough, isn't it?

Will there be any volume 3?

Xiao Mo is already tired, why are the black fans still working tirelessly?

thank-you-all-for-being-with-mo.
Chapter completed!