Usually when Chu Fang cooks, Zhong Tingyue will help him wash and cut vegetables. Even if she is not familiar with the movements, she will do it. As time goes by, Zhong Tingyue's cutting skills have improved significantly, and the cutting board makes a sound. But her cooking skills are still as bad as ever. It's not that Zhong Tingyue is so stupid that she can't even cook. Chu Fang once found a recipe book, which carefully recorded the cooking process and procedures, how much salt, oil, MSG, etc. to put in different dishes, and the dishes made by Zhong Tingyue according to the recipe are also edible. But she was not satisfied. She always believed that the food cooked according to the recipe was soulless, and the seasonings used in cooking should not be expressed in a few grams or a few spoons, but in vague words such as a little or a small amount. That is the essence of cooking. Zhong Tingyue insisted on cooking according to a little or a small amount, and she couldn't grasp that scale. The seasonings often shook her hands and put too much or too little, and the food she cooked always tasted weird. But no matter what, she wants to cook according to her own ideas, and no one can pull her back. Maybe this is a stubborn donkey. Unable to change Zhong Tingyue's ideas, Chu Fang rarely let her cook, so as to save himself from worrying. The former also knew his stubbornness and gave up the idea of becoming a chef.
It was dark, night fell, and dinner was ready, a simple three dishes and a soup. Just when it was done, someone called Chu Fang. It was his friend Shao Liang. When he answered the phone, he heard the other party's voice: "Brother Chu, Brother Rong is about to get drunk now. It seems that something happened." "Where is he now?" Chu Fang asked for the address, then hung up the phone, facing Zhong Tingyue's eyes, shrugged his shoulders: "Sorry, we can't have dinner together tonight. My friend seems to have something wrong." "Go ahead." Zhong Tingyue walked behind him, gently pulled off her apron, patted the dust on her body, and tidied it up again, "I don't think I have met your friend yet. When can you take me to meet him?" "Anytime, do you want to go now?" "Forget it now, let's do it another day." "Okay." When leaving, Zhong Tingyue took out a loaf of bread and a bottle of milk and handed it to him, fearing that he was hungry, like a wife who cares about her husband. As soon as Chu Fang left, He Yi went home from get off work, followed by her best friend Yang Meina. Zhong Tingyue raised her eyebrows: "Nana, why are you here?" "I can't come? Zhong Tingyue, you are a villain who forgets friendship for the sake of beauty. After you have a boyfriend, you forget your childhood friend and our relationship of more than 20 years." Yang Meina walked into the room while complaining. After more than 20 years of childhood friendship, it was no match for a man. She looked around and asked: "Hey, where is your man?" "He left for something. There are only three of us eating tonight." Zhong Tingyue replied. Putting three dishes and a soup on the dining table, the three of them sat together. Yang Meina took a bite of the dish, chewed it carefully, and then gave a thumbs up: "I have to admit that your man is very good at cooking. He can catch up with the chefs of five-star hotels." "That's right." Zhong Tingyue said proudly. Yang Meina poked He Yi: "When your man comes back from his business trip, ask him to learn from me." "I'll ask him to worship Chu Fang as his master." Zhong Tingyue asked: "Is your boyfriend coming back?" "Yes." He Yi smiled, "The business trip is over."
"A nympho." Seeing this, Zhong Tingyue complained. He Yi stiffened her neck: "You are not? You can't wait to get into someone else Chu Fang's bed, you are cheap." "You are vulgar." "You are shameless." "You are a hooligan." "..." At this moment, Yang Meina was heartbroken. The two best friends actually quarreled because of men. Suddenly, Yang Meina's eyes lit up and she saw the necklace on Zhong Tingyue's fair neck: "Where did you get this necklace?" "Chu Fang's mother gave it to me." Zhong Tingyue fiddled with the necklace. Since it was given to her, she has been wearing it every day. "Is it expensive?" Yang Meina asked. "Mother Chu Fang said it was only a few hundred yuan." "..." Yang Meina paused, carefully observed the workmanship and material of the necklace, and said: "If it is worth a few hundred yuan, I will give you my head." "Then it is several thousand yuan?" Zhong Tingyue was stunned, and then said with some regret: "It is so expensive, I should not have accepted it if I had known." "..." He Yi and Yang Meina could only be speechless about this. ... ... After leaving the community, Chu Fang took a taxi and went to the place Shao Liang said. It was the rush hour after get off work, and the road was full of cars. After more than an hour of stopping and starting, they finally arrived at the destination. As soon as he got off the car, coincidentally, Wen Xiangbing also arrived at the same time. 2They looked at each other, and saw confusion in each other's eyes. They walked to a small restaurant together and saw Shao Liang and Rong Shunji. When Shao Liang saw them, his eyes lit up and he walked over quickly: "Brother Wen, Brother Chu." "What's going on?" Wen Xiangbing asked. "I don't know either." Shao Liang shook his head. "When I went home today, Brother Rong came home. He asked me to go out for dinner, so we went out. When we got to the restaurant, Brother Rong ordered a box of beer. He didn't say a word, and drank alone, looking like he was worried." Shao Liang and Rong Shunji were roommates, and they usually took care of each other. The three of them walked into the restaurant. Rong Shunji looked ahead blankly, his eyes were dull, and he didn't say hello to the three of them. It seemed that he didn't notice the three of them. He was trapped in his own world, just drinking one mouthful after another, with unspeakable sadness and sorrow on his face. Chu Fang walked up to his friend and waved his hand in front of him. There was still no response. He pushed Rong Shunji: "Hey, hey, wake up."
The outside force broke Rong Shunji, who was immersed in his own world. His eyes began to focus. He saw his friend in front of him and asked in a low voice: "Brother Wen, Fangzi, how did you two get here?" "Well... We came by car." Chu Fang and Wen Xiangbing sat in front of Rong Shunji, and the former replied seriously. Rong Shunji drank a sip of wine: "It's time, don't make nonsense, okay." "If you don't tell us what happened, how can we know when it was?" Wen Xiangbing said. Facing the burning eyes of his three friends, Rong Shunji sighed: "I'm heartbroken." Chu Fang asked: "Did you put a hat on her?" "No." Wen Xiangbing asked: "Did she put a hat on you?" "No." The two looked at each other and said in unison: "Did you put a hat on each other?" "..." Rong Shunji had an indescribable anger on his face. He stared at them fiercely and then drank a whole bottle of beer, as if he had swallowed up the idea of killing his two friends: "No, did you put too many hats on each other?" "What's going on? You have to explain it clearly." Chu Fang said.