Chapter 20 Surprise
[Surprise: A sweet scene that shows the author's creativity. 】
The college sent out a notice last week asking teachers to submit their Youth Foundation reports. The school has invited several experts to take a look and give some suggestions to the teachers.
It is euphemistically called school welfare, but in fact it is a disguised form of rush work.
Meng Chu was afraid that the book he handed in would be criticized, so he revised it again and again, but he still felt that the wording here was not clear enough, and the illustration there was not beautiful enough.
He stared at a professional term he had coined, biting his nails in embarrassment, and vaguely heard the sound of frying coming from the kitchen.
It’s only nine o’clock. Do I have to eat three meals in the morning?
However, the only sound in the kitchen was the sound of frying food, occasionally mixed with the sound of doors opening and closing, and footsteps coming in and out.
When the loud call sounded, he had already revised the last page and the sun was setting.
He turned around and saw Fu Guanshan had changed into his third set of clothes that day.
"Housekeeping." said Fu Guanshan.
Meng Chu closed his computer and froze in shock before he even reached the dining table. What's on the table is not food, but a work of art.
Fu Guanshan introduced them one by one: "Slow-cooked marbled beef with truffle sauce, morel mushrooms stuffed with various flowers and emerald white jade choy sum."
"What..." Meng Chu blinked and stared at the edge of the plate, "What?"
"Are you talking about this?" Fu Guanshan followed his line of sight and introduced, "Edible flower petals and herbs, adding a sense of ritual."
"The breakfast I made last time," Meng Chu asked, "was just feed in your eyes, right?"
"How could that be?" Fu Guanshan looked at him affectionately. "Of course, what you served was the high-protein, high-nutrition cereal gift packs and the Danish Royal Luxury Handmade Bread certified by experts."
The marketing department of the fast-moving consumer goods industry has lost a lot of talent.
At Fu Guanshan's urging to "eat quickly, it's getting cold," Meng Chu reluctantly destroyed the perfect combination of rosemary and beef, took a bite, and met Fu Guanshan's expectant gaze: "It's delicious."
Fu Guanshan's nod showed both joy and a sense of pride that "it was as expected".
"You don't know," he said in a vicissitudes of life tone, "in the drama two years ago, I played a cooking idiot who could fry eggs. When I fried the vegetables on the stove, ah, that was the end of my life's acting skills."
Meng Chu exhausted all his vocabulary but couldn't find the answer, so he could only nod.
"How lucky it is to be my roommate," Fu Guanshan sighed, "I want to live with me."
Meng Chu swallowed the beef. The enjoyment of his taste buds diluted everything, allowing him to look at these words calmly: "If your fans knew that you are such a good cook..."
"They don't know," Fu Guanshan lowered his voice, "They have to keep it a secret for me."
Meng Chu was stunned for a moment, then realized that it was true.
In the comments, fans mentioned so many illusory virtues: humble, studious, cultured... but no cooking skills.
"Why didn't you say you can cook in the interview?" Meng Chu asked, "Such a great advantage, you should advertise it all over the world."
The mushrooms on Fu Guanshan's chopsticks fell into the bowl. "You," he said, his eyes sparkling with gold, "watched my interview?"
Meng Chu shut his mouth. Our ancestors said, "Don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping." This is indeed true.
"Which interview? When did you watch it? What did I say?"
"It's... the interview with Xiangyang. When I was surfing the Internet, it popped up and I clicked on it..."
Fu Guanshan narrowed his eyes: "How did this interview from five years ago pop up?"
This guy is always sharp when he shouldn't be sharp. "That's right... I was searching for "Xiangyang"..."
"Have you watched my show?!"
Meng Chu felt very sorry: "Not yet."
"Why?!"
Meng Chu lowered his head and took a bite of the food. The reason was simple, but he couldn't say it.
Because it makes me uncomfortable to see you getting intimate with the actors you match well with.
"I read the introduction and decided to forget it... the tone of the works from the Republic of China period is too heavy..."
Fu Guanshan was not disappointed, but became even more excited. "How about the fantasy immortal cultivation drama?" he said, "Go watch The Ink Soul Book, that drama is really..." He searched his mind for words of praise, and finally could only summarize it as, "It's amazing! The plot, the costumes, the props, the camera... Anyway, everything is good."
The most important thing was that it was his peak appearance - although he had always been handsome, but "The Ink Soul Book" was comparable to Mount Everest in the Himalayas.
"Okay." In return for the meal, he would fulfill his promise.
There shouldn't be He Zhen there, right?
Fu Guanshan contentedly picked up some morels for him and said, "You said so. Okay, let's start ordering now. What are we having for dinner?"
Meng Chu wanted to say that he would cook it in the evening, but he suspected that the other party would look down upon his mediocre level.
"Can you make it simpler?" he asked, "Just a dish with a verb and a noun, like braised beef or stir-fried vegetables."
Fu Guanshan shook his head with an expression that said, “Then how can I use my extraordinary cooking skills?”
Meng Chu had no choice but to choose a few more ingredients.
After finishing the state banquet, Meng Chu was just about to offer his final praise and go back to revise the script when Fu Guanshan suddenly raised his hand to stop him. "And a dessert."
Oh my god, this guy turned his house into a Michelin restaurant?
What reassured him was that Fu Guanshan did not make any sugar cakes that looked like lotus flowers or tofu as thin as a hair. Instead, he opened the refrigerator, took out an ordinary cake, then took something out of the bag and stuck it on the cake.
Number 1 candle.
Meng Chu watched him take out a lighter and light the candle.
“Although I don’t know when you will turn 28, or whether you have turned 28,” Fu Guanshan said, “I know that you have already celebrated your 27th birthday.”
A faint flame flickered. Meng Chu stared at it, somewhat bewildered. It was not that he did not understand the meaning of this action, but the brief emotional shock had caused his brain to go blank.
"From today on, I will make up for the 27 birthdays you missed every day," Fu Guanshan said. "It's just right. You can also develop a habit of celebrating your birthday." He looked at Meng Chu expectantly, "Make a wish."
Meng Chu was silent for a long time, closed his eyes, and after two seconds, blew out the candle.
"Oh," Fu Guanshan suddenly realized, "I forgot to sing the birthday song." He cleared his throat and sang with full strength, "Happy birthday to you..."
"No, thank you."
Fu Guanshan gave up in disappointment. After burning briefly, the candle fell silent. He put them back together and handed the plastic knife for cutting the cake to Meng Chu.
Meng Chu kept watching him while he was doing these movements.
"I want the one with strawberries." Fu Guanshan gestured.
Meng Chu then came to his senses and took the knife from him. The cake base was very soft and difficult to separate. All of this was new to Meng Chu. He tried hard to keep the cake in shape and handed it to the person across the table.
"Don't wedding vows say that you should be with each other for the rest of your life? No one can really do that, but we have done it," Fu Guanshan said with emotion, "You have celebrated all your birthdays with me."
Meng Chu lowered his head and pretended to scrape the cream with a plastic fork, then took this opportunity to take a deep breath to prevent the tears from falling.
He had a feeling that once he started crying, he wouldn't stop. He might have shed all the tears he had shed over twenty years, but his crying was a mess and had no aesthetic appeal, and he didn't want Fu Guanshan to see it.
Regardless of whether Fu Guanshan noticed it or not, he remained silent tacitly. After a while, when Meng Chu had adjusted himself, he began to speak with the enthusiasm of the dog days of summer: "I have lived here for a while, what do you think?"
"What?"
"If there's anything that's bothering me, you can tell me."
Meng Chu paused and shook his head: "Nothing."
"Then why are you staring at the coffee table and sighing?" Fu Guanshan said, "This is not the first time I've heard you sigh. I waited for you to tell me, and after a few days, I realized that you would never tell me on your own initiative."
"It's not a big deal..."
"If it becomes a big deal, it will be over," Fu Guanshan said, "You spent your first birthday with me. We have been friends since childhood, and you don't even dare to complain?"
His logic became strange again, and his eyes were full of encouragement. Meng Chu lowered his head and thought for a long time, and finally picked out a few of the smallest things and said, "Well... do you know about invisible housework?"
"The way you look at me."
"Okay," Meng Chu explained, "Invisible housework is the odd jobs that are not noticeable but actually take time, such as putting away the clothes after hanging them up..."
Fu Guanshan has an astonishing amount of clothes. Some of the clothes that are not dry-cleaned, such as underwear, are hung on the balcony, almost occupying all the clotheslines. Every time Meng Chu wanted to hang clothes out to dry, he hesitated for a long time because he was embarrassed to collect other people's underwear and socks, but if he didn't collect them, he had nowhere to hang them.
“Purchase daily consumables…”
Fu Guanshan could only use half a bottle of shower gel each time, and the conditioner was quickly used up after he moved in. Meng Chu didn't know how he could carry so much glycerin and propylene glycol.
There were odds and ends like lying in bed in my going-out clothes and that sort of thing. After he finished his tactful introduction, Fu Guanshan thought for a moment, said "Wait a moment", and disappeared.
Meng Chu was a little scared. Half of the time, I was afraid that the other person would get angry, and half of the time, I was afraid that the other person wouldn’t understand.
Fortunately, Fu Guanshan came back soon with a pen and paper in his hand. He pushed the pen and paper in front of Meng Chu and said, "Make a list."
"……What?"
"Put the places that need my attention on the refrigerator," Fu Guanshan said. "I'll take a look when I pass by and remember them."
"No need to be like this," Meng Chu said, "It's just a small matter..."
To be honest, after spending the last half hour, Fu Guanshan would party with the cockroaches every day and he would be willing to repair their audio equipment.
Fu Guanshan narrowed his eyes, looked at him for a while, and said, "Think of it as a birthday present."
"What?"
"I'm celebrating your birthday, don't you want a gift?"
"That's really unnecessary..."
"Meng Chu."
Meng Chu stopped talking. This was the first time the other person called his name, and for some reason, hearing it in such a voice made his heart beat faster.
"Your preferences and opinions are the most important in this family," he said. "If you think they are not important, then we have to talk about it."
Meng Chu looked at him, and after a while he spoke: "Then... you should also make a list for me..."
"That's not necessary. I'll be thankful if you don't overly indulge me."
Meng Chu thought he was exaggerating. Didn’t he move all the bottles and jars on the coffee table back to the bathroom?
"However, you still have 26 birthdays to celebrate, and 26 more wishes. You probably can't think of that many in a short time," Fu Guanshan thought for a moment, "How about I give you 26 silver needles?"
"...No, the risk of stabbing someone is too great."
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