She has stayed in a five-star hotel for so long, met many people, and encountered many things. People who pursue her and harass her often encounter her. If Zhang Wentao did not deny or confirm her statement just now,
, but the test just now allowed Xu Hongdou to confirm one thing.
The neighbor next door hides a secret that belongs only to him.
I don’t want to share it with others, and I don’t want anyone to step in.
Unlike Xie Zhiyao downstairs, he is enthusiastic, easy-going, funny, and likes to share happiness with people around him...
Thinking about it, Xu Hongdou shrugged, looked up at Mingyue, and recalled the scene of Xie Zhiyao washing his grandma's hair just now, and missed his grandma in his heart.
"Da Mai, can you answer my phone and use it?"
Xu Hongdou thought about it, couldn't hold it back, came to Damai's door, knocked on the door gently, and said softly.
The room was quiet for less than a minute. After thinking for a moment, Damai opened it, poked his head out, handed the phone to Xu Hongdou, and said, "Here, there is no password."
"Thanks…"
…
The next morning, it was 5:30 again.
The crowing of roosters in other courtyards woke up Xu Hongdou and Zhang Wentao, who had just moved in and were not used to the morning rooster crowing in Yunmiao Village.
Just like yesterday, Xu Hongdou woke up, turned over, and fell asleep again.
Zhang Wentao, on the other hand, picked a set of clean clothes from the hung wardrobe and walked out of the room. He walked softly and slowly to the dining room and opened the refrigerator with a sigh of relief.
I took out two eggs and an apple, and when I was about to walk into the kitchen, I saw a lazy figure under the dim light shining outside from the restaurant.
Realizing that he was seen by the other party, Damai felt a little embarrassed and crossed his fingers behind his back.
She just heard someone coming to the restaurant. She happened to be a little hungry and wanted to get something to eat before going back to the house to catch up on her sleep.
Unexpectedly, the other party was Zhang Wentao, whom I just met yesterday.
The two of them basically had zero communication at the dinner table yesterday. One was shy and the other talked little.
"Um, do you want to make breakfast?"
Looking at each other, it turned out that Damai couldn't bear the awkward atmosphere in the end, walked into the restaurant, and took the lead in speaking.
"Well, make an omelette."
"Why don't you make French breakfast? Will it be troublesome?"
"There is no French breakfast. French breakfast only has bread and coffee. What you are talking about should be English and American breakfast. I don't like eating it."
If British cuisine is the hell of gourmet food, then French breakfast can be said to be the hell of hell.
"Then let me make rice noodles for you, just as thank you for inviting me to dinner yesterday, okay?" After listening to Zhang Wentao's explanation, seeing that the other party only prepared to make two omelettes, Damai thought of how long the other party had spent for a sumptuous dinner yesterday.
I even invited myself to take the time, and timidly wanted to express my gratitude in my own way.
"Okay, thank you. By the way, do you want some coffee?" Zhang Wentao said.
Damai waved his hand quickly: "No, no, I'm going to catch up on my sleep after eating."
"Oh." Zhang Wentao.
"Yeah." Damai nodded slightly, looked at Zhang Wentao who put down the eggs and turned to make coffee, and let out a long breath.
Next time, she will never eat the food cooked by the other party. No matter how delicious it is, she doesn't want to experience such embarrassment again.
When Zhang Wentao's coffee was ready, Da Mai was still preparing the vegetables to go with the rice noodles. It was obvious that she was very attentive. After washing the vegetables twice, she carefully selected the young leaves with better appearance.
When she finally finished, the sky was no longer as bright as it was at first.
"Try it, I can only make this, it may not be very delicious." Da Mai walked to the dining table with a hearty pot of rice noodles and placed it on the mat.
When she usually eats with her rice partner Nana, she will never worry that her rice noodles will not satisfy her. On the one hand, she is confident in her cooking skills in making rice noodles, but on the other hand, Nana herself is not very good at making rice noodles.
Very picky eater.
But the person in front of me now is a professional chef. If the things he makes with all his heart are not appreciated by the other party, then his whole day's work will be in vain.
"Let's talk after eating." Zhang Wentao didn't say much, picked up a serving chopsticks and a serving spoon, added some rice noodles to his bowl, and then scooped out some soup.
"That, that's okay." Damai stood in front of the dining table, like a primary school student whose homework was checked by the teacher. He didn't dare to sit down without the other party's approval.
The soup is very light and basically tastes like vegetables; the rice noodles are not fresh and have an average taste; as for the sausage specially added with barley... you don't have to look at it, it's just made of starch, so don't eat it.
After taking only one bite, Zhang Wentao made his own comment. But he didn't say it out loud, because the moment he looked up, he saw Damai lowering his head and looking at him seriously, expecting to be recognized.
“It’s delicious, it’s delicious.”
Regarding this expectation, Zhang Wentao tried to act as naturally as possible and his eyes were as gentle as possible.
"Really?!" Damai showed a surprised expression.
"Really, really."
Zhang Wentao didn't care about his lies. After all, this rice noodle was much richer in taste than the breakfast he had eaten in France before.
High-end French restaurants do not provide breakfast service.
As for the busy man, in the morning, he would just grab a piece of bread from the kitchen and walk to the stocking area of the kitchen to confirm the fresh ingredients delivered that day.
"So what needs to be improved?"
Damai felt that her expression at this moment could be described as smiling. The rice noodles she made actually received high praise.
"Replace the sausage you are using with the ham here. The taste will be richer. As for the other ones, they are just for filling your stomach. Don't be too particular."
Zhang Wentao put down the chopsticks in his hand, thought for a moment, and then gave the answer.
Forget about the soup, it was too troublesome. He was usually too lazy to spend a whole day and night in front of the pot to prepare a dish, let alone let the weak girl in front of him do it.
"Huh, then I'll ask you to try it next time I make it."
"good."
The time turned to nearly 7 o'clock, and there was movement in the small courtyard. In addition to Jiahui and Xiaohei, Nana also got up from the bed, started to wash up, and prepared to go to work.
Xu Hongdou finally lost to the dazzling sunlight coming in and the chirping of birds coming from the window, and walked to the restaurant downstairs, shaking her head.
I saw Zhang Wentao who was washing dishes and pots, and rice noodles placed on the dining table with lids on them.
She looked at Zhang Wentao in surprise, then raised her head and looked towards Damai's room.
"Did you make it?" Xu Hongdou smiled slightly, pointed at the rice noodles on the table, and asked.
"No, it's made from barley. If you make too much, put it here. You can eat it if you are hungry, but it will take a long time."
"Oh, it's okay, I won't pick it." Xu Hongdou sat on the chair naturally, opened the lid, and smelled it.
It feels so good to have something hot to eat when you wake up.
No wonder the old saying goes, the early bird catches the worm...
Zhang Wentao put down the pots and bowls but did not leave.
Instead, he took out two apples and a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, and walked into the kitchen again.
After working in the kitchen for a few minutes, he came to the dining table with a glass of freshly squeezed apple juice and placed it in front of Xu Hongdou, who was smacking his head.
"Give."
Xu Hongdou was stunned for a moment, stopped swiping at her fans, and looked at Zhang Wentao with a puzzled expression.