Okay, okay, okay
"I was just about to tell you my true feelings, but now you've messed it up and made it look weird." Hu Hanyu sighed, "Close your eyes and don't peek."
This was discovered. Zheng Cheng thought he had only squinted a little.
"Okay, okay, I'm really going to sleep." As expected, she felt shy when she saw Hu Hanyu.
"I said before that meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. I wasn't kidding." Hanyu's tone became a little more serious. "No one around me knows anything about Japanese food. We all just eat for fun. You're the one who understands it the most that I've ever met, so I want to get to know you."
The master committed suicide, the relic shop went bankrupt, and the relationship between father and son was not harmonious. Zheng Cheng could understand the heavy burden that Hu Hanyu was carrying.
"I've been through a lot of shit, and now I just want to live by my feelings. The feeling you give me has always been right, Zheng Cheng."
But at that time he couldn't understand how a pampered young master could be so frightened because of a power outage in the elevator, until he slowly realized that Zheng Cheng was not having a good life just like him.
And his starting point was the first time he met Hu Hanyu.
"When things were tough for me in the past, I would think of you, the kid who collapsed in the kitchen. What happened to you later? Did you grow up successfully?"
"When I think about how my troubles are nothing compared to his experiences, I feel like I can still try harder."
Hanyu slowly touched Zheng Cheng's hair. His eyelashes flickered, but he obediently did not open his eyes.
"Zheng Cheng, you are amazing. It's really amazing that you can become what you are now."
The rice cooker was purring and spewing steam, and the aroma of rice filled the air. Zheng Cheng moved his shoulders, frowned, and muttered something under his breath.
"I want to go home." Zheng Cheng said.
"You're home." Hanyu smiled and kissed the top of his head, then patted him gently a few times, watching his body gradually relax.
"Why didn't I remember at first that you also said you wanted to go home when you were in the kitchen." Hanyu was still talking to himself.
Zheng Cheng spoke in Chinese, very softly and weakly, but Hanyu heard it, as he happened to be Chinese.
"So I went to the hospital to see you later. I thought, if no one comes to find you, you can just come back with me to Chengchao." He smiled, "It's not really home, and it's still hard work, but at least the hard work is rewarded, and I live happily."
Too bad you fell asleep.
It was the same then and it is the same now.
"Is that so?" Dr. Yin clapped his hands happily. "That's great, Chengcheng. You finally found the most effective way to fall asleep."
Chen Min has very high requirements for the air quality in the room and does not allow the smell of food to appear in the room at any time except meal times.
Therefore, once the servants started cooking, they were extremely careful and never let the master smell the food before eating. This habit was also retained in Zheng Cheng's current house.
So if it weren't for Hu Hanyu, he might never have thought in his life that he could fall asleep while cooking.
"It's not so good. Now I can only eat soaked rice every morning." Zheng Cheng muttered as he lay down. "I suddenly feel like I've aged fifty years."
"Hey, be careful. I eat soaked rice every day." Doctor Yin said, "I'm only twenty years older than you."
"That's fine."
Today, Zheng Cheng was having a great time playing with a burger in his hand. "I always thought Cheng's cooking wasn't the cause of my attack, but now it seems I was right."
"This is actually when you're about to be rescued, you're most relaxed." Doctor Yin flipped through the files. After so many years of no progress, the files could finally be updated. "Do you remember anything particularly memorable?"
"It might not be anything special, but I did just remember it," Zheng Cheng said, pinching his burger with his hands. "I was half asleep after drinking my soup when I heard the apprentices jokingly saying that if they couldn't find anyone to take me in, they could let me stay in the store."
The hamburger made a crunching sound. Dr. Yin looked up at Zheng Cheng.
Hu Hanyu sat on a bench in the corridor of the teaching building, somersaulting up and down with the basin hat in his hand.
The door of Professor Yin Nai's office opened, and a petite woman with short brown hair poked her head out.
"Are you Hanyu?" she asked.
"It's me." Hu Hanyu stood up.
"Looks like there's no need to go downstairs to look for you." Doctor Yin smiled at him, "It's past the time today. Chengcheng asked me to look for you because she was afraid you'd worry."
"What about him?" Hanyu asked.
Zheng Cheng was lying on the consultation chair. His fingers had just regained consciousness, but the one in his hand had turned into a dead puddle of mud. He had just promised Dr. Yin to compensate her with one.
How stingy.
He knew he must be in a terrible state now, and was just about to wait until his hands were shaking less so before looking in the mirror and fixing himself, when he unexpectedly saw Hu Hanyu come in.
"What's wrong with you..." Zheng Cheng could tell from his expression that he was not feeling well at the moment, so he sat up anxiously.
Hu Hanyu didn't even let him finish asking the question before he pulled him into his arms.
Doctor Yin watched them from a distance and boiled a pot of water.
"I'm fine." Zheng Cheng calmed down and patted him on the back. "Doctor Yin is right next to me. I'll be back on my feet soon."
"Yes, you did a great job." Doctor Yin took out a candy jar from somewhere and handed them two candies. "We have achieved a lot today."
After recalling the conversation between Cheng Cuisine's apprentices, Zheng Cheng was completely pulled into his memories by a dizziness. In the mixed memory fragments, he was more certain that the cause of his attack was not Cheng Cuisine.
"I remember a long corridor, me running frantically barefoot, and then being caught and pinned to the bed," Zheng Cheng shuddered as he held his Rooibos tea. "Doctor Yin, if you use hypnosis, I should be able to remember more..."
"Chengcheng, don't try too hard today. You're already doing great." Doctor Yin said softly, "Wait until you have some energy back, and then we can think about it slowly, okay?"
The warmth of Hanyu's palms firmly supported Zheng Cheng's shoulders. He nodded and took another sip of tea.
It was late summer, early autumn, and the temperature was still intense. Even a few steps under the midday sun would make one sweat, but Zheng Cheng's hands were still cold. Hu Hanyu pulled him away from the campus quickly, not bothering to talk.
"Did I scare you?" Zheng Cheng asked after getting in the car.
"Not really." Hanyu said.
"Then why didn't you say anything the whole time?" Zheng Cheng pulled the seat belt. "I almost couldn't keep up."
Hanyu blocked his seat belt buckle with his hand.
Just as she was wondering what he was going to do, Zheng Cheng raised his head and kissed his lips.
"I feel bad." Hanyu said, "Isn't it okay?"
"Okay, okay." Zheng Cheng turned to look out the window. "Let's go. Xiao Ming must be getting impatient."
No matter how many times they kissed, his heart would still beat faster at such a sudden attack.
"Do you want to reschedule?" Hanyu started the car. "Brother Zhao can make an appointment anytime anyway."
"What? We agreed to shoot today." Zheng Cheng turned around and said angrily, "I said I'm fine now, you can't change the time."
"Okay, okay, okay." Hanyu drove onto the main road.
Zheng Cheng's account traffic has taken off recently.
With three days left before Little Green Book's offline event, his number of fans has already doubled that of Tao Zhiyaoyao, making him the number one lifestyle blogger on Little Green Book.
Xiao Ming forwarded him an article from a public account analyzing the account, saying that the successful character reshaping of Guan Er Gongzi must have been guided by an expert, which made Zheng Cheng laugh.
What kind of advice from an expert? I just slept for a few full nights.
He made an appointment with Brother Zhao this afternoon, not because of Hanyu's face, but simply because there were many selling points and the food was delicious.
"How do you know so many weird shop owners?" Zheng Cheng asked him. The previous boss of Fenghou was also an amazing person. This Brother Zhao not only hired Dazhuang, but also hired several autistic waiters.
"When I come across a restaurant that interests me, I want to learn from it, and after a while, I become familiar with it." Hanyu replied, "You like it because we can eat together."
"This is physiological compatibility." Zheng Cheng touched his face twice. "Will you stay with me tonight?"
"Okay." Hanyu finally smiled.
I didn’t notice it last time, but Brother Zhao’s shop is called “Delicious Pizza”.
Xiao Ming has already set up the equipment and is chatting with his boss while eating melon seeds.
"Brother Cheng!" Xiao Ming patted the sunflower seed shells on his hands when he saw him. "Should we start now? Or should we chat for a while?"
"Your accent caught so quickly?" Zheng Cheng laughed when he heard Xiao Ming's weird Northeastern dialect.
"Brother Zhao is so funny, it's hard not to be assimilated, hahaha." Xiao Ming scratched his head, still in the rhythm of Dachazi, "The dishes have been ordered according to our agreement, and we can start anytime."
They deliberately avoided the Northeastern modified pizza such as the Di San Xian pizza, and instead filmed the Neapolitan pizza and the Bolognese lasagna. Brother Zhao's grasp of the authentic Italian flavor was very poor.
Today Dazhuang had a side part in his hair. Zheng Cheng praised him for being handsome, and he became even more impressed. He was particularly attentive in serving them both food, bringing them tissues, pouring them water, and even wanted to stick toothpicks between their teeth.
It happened to be very photogenic, so Xiao Ming took a lot of shots.
The filming went smoothly. After it was over, Zheng Cheng signaled Xiao Ming and took out a contract from his bag.
"Oh, brother, this, this won't work. Why should I pay you for promoting me?" Brother Zhao pointed at the zeros on the contract with his fingers, and the sweat beads on his forehead became as numerous as zeros.
"Not really. It's not a donation. If the store becomes popular, you can't just rely on these treasures. You have to hire a regular waiter, otherwise you will be too busy." Zheng Cheng said, "I will pay the waiter's salary for a year, and if there is any profit, you can give me a share of the profit according to the contract."
Boss Zhao's sweat was pouring out of his eyes.
"Thank you! Thank you, Brother Zheng. From today on, you are my father! Please accept my greeting." Brother Zhao bowed to Zheng Cheng in a pretentious manner.
"There's no point in holding it in. Business is business." Zheng Cheng said, waving his hand in disdain. "Sign the contract and work hard. I'll be waiting for your good news at the end of the year."
"My dear mother, our store has attracted investment. It's a pity that I couldn't bring you a good life." Brother Zhao wiped his tears at the ceiling, "Xiaowei... your father has finally made it."
"His wife and children...died?" Zheng Cheng asked in a low voice, feeling distressed.
"No, I'm divorced. I'm just back home." Hanyu was still eating the pizza left over from filming. "I'm still acting."
In addition to donating 200,000 yuan to Zeilaxiang's pizza, Zheng Cheng also donated money to Dazhuang's school in his personal name to help people with special needs apply for documents and promote their employment.
"There's no need to say much about the donation. Just write the final copy and attach two photos." Zheng Cheng took care of Xiao Ming. He spent an entire afternoon preparing the copy and also gave some suggestions on the rough cut.
Xiao Ming nodded and wrote down: "Okay."
"Ming, let's eat before leaving today?" Hanyu came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands and asked them.
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