Little Cutie's subscription ratio is not enough ~ It had been two months since the announcement results of the previous chapters were randomly dropped. Le Zhishi was overjoyed when he saw the list of winners on the bulletin board. That day, his mind was filled with the words, "My brother won the award," and "Of course my brother will win the award."
Autumn here was just like spring, lasting no more than two weeks. Sometimes, it would change from summer to winter in just one day. The only thing that proved the existence of autumn was the scent of osmanthus in the entire city. It lingered in the cold autumn wind.
Yang and Qi Zhe had two large osmanthus trees planted in their small courtyard. One was a glistening yellow osmanthus, while the other was a redder osmanthus. During the monthly break, Le Zhishi and Song Yu were called by Lin Rong to pick osmanthus trees.
The two were woken up early in the morning. Coincidentally, they were wearing the same sweater that Lin Rong bought last year. Song Yu's was black, while Le Zhishi's was milky white.
Lin Rong laid out a large clean tablecloth around the osmanthus trees in the courtyard. The two boys used thin bamboo poles to knock on the branches, and the fragrant golden powder sprinkled down. Le Zhishi had liked to do this since he was a child. Although other flowers were also fragrant, osmanthus was different. Its fragrance was sweet, and it seemed to be connected to the taste buds.
"That's enough," Lin Rong smiled and put away a cloth full of osmanthus flowers. "There's not much left. Leave some for me to smell."
The two boys stopped. Song Yu put away the bamboo pole and turned his head to see Le Zhishi's fluffy hair covered in osmanthus flowers. It was a glistening yellow, like a layer of maple syrup on top of a Souffle. He quietly reached out his hand, and the end of the bamboo pole swayed from behind, and finally knocked on the back of Le Zhishi's head.
Le Zhishi suddenly covered his head and turned around. The osmanthus flowers on his head fluttered, but he still saw the bamboo pole that Song Yu had put away. "You hit me."
Song Yu did not have the slightest intention to admit it. He had already put his bamboo pole behind his back. With his hands clasped behind his back, he did not say anything.
"Aunt Rong, my brother knocked on my head." Le Zhishi chased after her, the bamboo pole in his hand fell to the ground, sending osmanthus flowers flying.
Lin Rong helplessly smiled. "Hey, watch out for the flowers!"
Instead of stepping on the flowers, Le Zhishi ran over and stepped on a corner of the tablecloth. Le Zhishi slipped and fell forward. Fortunately, Song Yu caught him.
The sweet fragrance smashed into his chest, and the fine petals hidden in the fibers of Song Yu's sweater were also knocked out by Le Zhishi's fall. They were like little thoughts that spilled out, unnoticed.
"Stop fooling around." Song Yu held his elbow and helped him stand up.
"You were the one who started it." Le Zhishi did not let him off.
Song Yu glanced at him. "I wanted to remind you that there are a lot of flowers on your head."
"Aren't you the same?"
In the end, the two of them lowered their heads and patted the osmanthus flowers off their heads.
There were two large pots of flowers, and there were many withered flowers and flower stems. The three of them sat at the table in the empty dining room and began to pick while chatting. The petals were only the size of rice grains, and the flower stems and stems were even finer. Le Zhishi picked until his eyes were about to go dizzy, but it seemed like there was no end to it.
"I know why this is delicious." Le Zhishi turned his neck. "It's not the flowers that are delicious, it's the time."
"That's a very good saying." Lin Rong was a little surprised and a little emotional. "The time spent makes the food more delicious. In fact, it's not just about making food. It's the same for everything. "
Song Yu thought of the book "The Little Prince" that he read to Le Zhishi when he was a child. He probably did not remember it himself, but the words of these bedtime readings were still retained in his mind.
[You spent so much time on your roses. That's why your roses are so important.]
Sometimes, he wondered if this was also their relationship. The time and companionship that he had spent on her had become sunk costs that he could not give up now.
The golden osmanthus flowers were picked in a large pot. After washing and drying, they were beautiful and clean. Lin Rong sprinkled a little salt and mixed the osmanthus flowers to get rid of the astringent taste. Song Yu and Le Zhishi disinfected the glass jar with boiling water. The processed flowers were divided into two parts. One half was used to make sweet osmanthus flowers, and the other half was used to make sweet osmanthus flowers syrup.
The method of making sweet osmanthus flowers was very simple. A thick layer of osmanthus flowers was placed in the glass jar, followed by a thick layer of white sugar. In this way, a little white wine was poured on top of the white sugar to cap it. After covering it, it was only to be brought home to be refrigerated.
"There's so much sugar." Le Zhishi stared at the glass jar, and the glass tube reflected his face.
"You've worked so hard in school. It's only right to eat more sugar."
Le Zhishi could not help but think of Xu Qichen, who he had eaten with last time.
He looked like he needed to eat more sugar.
The method of making sweet osmanthus flowers syrup was more Japanese. White wine of the same weight and fine sugar were mixed with three times the water until it was slightly sticky. Lin Rong scooped up a spoonful for Le Zhishi to taste. The sweetness was just right, so she poured the osmanthus flowers into it.
"I want to give a bottle to Xu Qichen."
Hearing Le Zhishi suddenly say this, Song Yu looked at him as if asking why.
Before Le Zhishi could answer, Lin Rong, who was stirring the syrup, also remembered the speech and asked Song Yu, "Those two kids also won awards, right?"
"Yes." Song Yu squeezed half a lemon and washed his hands.
"When I heard you talk about it last time, I felt that Little Xu was quite pitiful." Lin Rong could not help but sigh. "This happened right before high school. If it were any other child, they definitely wouldn't be able to go to school."
Song Yu did not reply. His first reaction was to give Lin Rong a look. Lin Rong realized something and changed the topic. "But this child is smart. He'll definitely be good material for Peking University and Tsinghua University in the future."
However, this did not divert Le Zhishi's attention. As Song Yu expected, he asked very directly, "What happened?"
"Nothing." Song Yu helped his mother ladle out the osmanthus syrup and said calmly, "He got into a car accident after his middle school exams and was seriously injured."
His parents had also passed away.
"I see …" Le Zhishi recalled how quiet Xu Qichen was during dinner that day. At the time of the car accident, Xu Qichen was only about his age. However, he could not say the words "pitiful" because he did not like to say such words. He felt that Xu Qichen would not like to hear them either.
Lin Rong changed the topic and pushed the lemon juice and wine glass in front of him. "Alright, Le. I'll leave the finishing work to you. The last thing before accompanying your uncle on his business trip is also done. "
Le Zhishi followed her instructions and poured three spoonfuls of lemon juice and two spoonfuls of orange liqueur into the syrup. He divided them into jars of jam and considered it a great success.
In the afternoon, the sun came out. Le Zhishi and Song Yu sat at the stone table in the small courtyard. One was silently memorizing classical Chinese while the other was doing practice questions. Lin Rong brought out a pot of hot black tea with lemon slices and osmanthus syrup. Le Zhishi drank two large cups and ate a small plate of fried fresh milk drizzled with syrup. He was very satisfied.
The next morning, the first thing Le Zhishi did when he woke up was to see if his sweet osmanthus syrup had melted. When he opened the refrigerator door, the layers of white sugar had indeed melted.
"Amazing." He whispered to himself. Then, he unscrewed the jars one by one according to Lin Rong's instructions and stirred the osmanthus syrup inside.
They spent the whole morning making six small jars of the flowers that a big tree painstakingly bloomed for a year.
The night before the couple went on their business trip, Le Zhishi excitedly distributed his gifts. "I have two jars of sweet osmanthus syrup. One jar is for senior, and the other jar is for my friend."
"What about your syrup?" Lin Rong asked.
"The syrup is for brother Song Yu!" Le Zhishi already had a plan. Song Yu's room also had a refrigerator. He would put the syrup there and find an excuse to go to Song Yu's room to drink tea.
He was a man of action. He carried the syrup upstairs and prepared to stuff it all into Song Yu's refrigerator when he was not there.
When he opened the door, he suddenly found that Song Yu's refrigerator, which was usually empty, was actually filled with yogurt.
It was cheesy.
On Monday, Le Zhishi brought the sweet osmanthus syrup and was careful to not break the glass bottle. He was going to give it to his best friend, Jiang Yufan.
After the monthly exam, their class changed their seats. Now, Le Zhishi was sitting in group four by the window, and Jiang Yufan was sitting in group one by the window. He arrived early for the morning self-study session. He saw that Jiang Yufan's window was open, and he was not there yet. He stood in the corridor and opened his bag to take out the jar.
The incandescent light in the classroom shone on the sweet osmanthus syrup, making it look especially attractive.
Jiang Yufan's deskmate's eyes lit up. "Wow, what's this? It looks delicious. "
Le Zhishi was about to speak when he was suddenly hit in the back. He almost dropped the glass bottle in his hand. His back hurt. Le Zhishi put down the bottle and frowned as he turned around. He saw four boys surrounding a short boy and pushing him toward the bathroom.
"Ignore them," Jiang Yufan's deskmate said to Le Zhishi. "Wang Jie from the next class is a hooligan. The short one is a kid who skipped a grade. I think his name is Cheng Mingming. He's always being bullied. "
"Why?" Le Zhishi asked, still frowning.
"I heard that his family is rich, and his grandparents take care of him. I don't know how he got into trouble, but the hooligans in his class are always blackmailing him."
Jiang Yufan's deskmate was very disdainful. "If you're so capable, go challenge the bigger one. What's the point of bullying a kid without parents? Right? "
"You're right," Le Zhishi took out his bag and put it on Jiang Yufan's desk. He turned around and went to the bathroom. Jiang Yufan's deskmate saw that something was wrong. He leaned on the window and wanted to call out to him. "Hey, Le Zhishi!"
He didn't look back. Jiang Yufan's deskmate was puzzled. This student was famous for his good temper. Why was he so brave today? But he didn't dare to follow him. If something really happened, he wouldn't be able to get away with it.
There were a lot of people in the bathroom. There was even a lookout at the door. Le Zhishi was stopped when he went over. "What are you doing?"
"Washing my hands," Le Zhishi said.
"I'll wash it later." The other party recognized him. After all, he was a famous person in the middle school department. It wasn't good to say something unpleasant. "Can't you see that there's something going on inside?"
Le Zhishi looked innocent. "What's going on?"
The other party was obviously choked by his words. He looked back awkwardly. Le Zhishi took the opportunity to push his arm and go in. The other party hurriedly pulled, but Le Zhishi shook him off. After all, Le Zhishi always compared himself to Song Yu. That was why he always felt that he grew slowly. But compared to the boys in the same grade, he had the advantage of height.
"What are you doing?"
The fierce-looking guy with the buzz cut standing in the middle was most likely the Wang Jie that Jiang Yufan's deskmate was talking about. Le Zhishi calculated in his heart. Calling him by his name showed more respect. After all, he didn't want to fight or cause trouble.
"Wang Jie."
As expected, the buzz cut guy turned his head and looked at him. "What's the matter?"
Le Zhishi nodded like a human alarm clock. "There's still fifteen minutes before morning self-study."
"Do I need you to remind me? Are you a good student? "Wang Jie said harshly, but he turned around." It's not your business. "
Seeing that his reminder didn't work, Le Zhishi sighed and said bluntly, "Don't bully your classmates."
"Do you think you're acting in a school drama?" Wang Jie sneered with dissatisfaction. "Don't think you're a big deal just because some girls are supporting you. Who do you think you are?" He kicked the student in the corner. "Are you close to him? He's helping you because he wants to use you to show off, right? "
A few of Le Zhishi's followers came over and seemed to be ready to block him, but they were still pushed aside by Le Zhishi. He went forward and helped the student up. He found that the kid's pants pockets were all out. He looked up at Wang Jie. "Give him back his money."
Wang Jie was annoyed. He pushed Le Zhishi hard. "Who do you think you are? How dare you interfere with my business!"
Le Zhishi's shoulder blade hit the wall. It hurt so much that he frowned, but he didn't want to get entangled with such people. Besides, they had the advantage in numbers. If they really fought, he would be at a disadvantage.
Le Zhishi had never been in the limelight since he was young, so it was strange to him. When he encountered something he didn't know what to do, his habit was to imitate it and imagine how he would deal with it if it was Song Yu.
The kid who was hit was very scared. He leaned against Le Zhishi's back and trembled. Le Zhishi tried to make himself look calmer, like Song Yu always did. "If you just hit someone, it's nothing. In front of the teacher, you can say it was a small conflict between classmates. But if you don't return the money, it's robbery. You can go to the police. "
Le Zhishi finished speaking seriously and pointed outside. "Look, there are many people in the corridor who saw it. There are also cameras around the corner. If you really call the police, there will be a lot of evidence. "He winked and asked Wang Jie," Have you been to the police station? "
Wang Jie's face suddenly changed. Although he was called a gangster by everyone, he was still a third-year middle school student. He didn't really mix in the underworld. He had never been to the police station. Although he didn't say anything, he was still a little nervous. "F * ck, I'll see if you dare to call the police!"
Cheng Mingming, who was bullied, was so scared that he hid behind Le Zhishi. Le Zhishi held his arm tightly. "Even if he doesn't dare, I can take him to the police station. Anyway, we only need to take a statement."
In fact, he had never been to the police station and didn't understand the process. Statements and whatnot were all seen in TV dramas. But he saw that Wang Jie was just a paper tiger, so he decided to scare him first.
"You!" Wang Jie choked and cursed. He turned around and ordered his "little brother", "Give it to him. It's just a small amount of money, and he thinks it's a big deal."
The little brother threw the two 100 yuan and one 50 yuan on the ground. Le Zhishi bent down and picked them up for him. He arranged them one by one. "See if there's anything missing."
"Missing my ass!"
Listening to Wang Jie's scolding, Le Zhishi just frowned and ignored him. Seeing Cheng Mingming shook his head and whispered that there was nothing missing, he felt that the matter was almost settled. So, he helped the scared kid out of his wits and walked out. Wang Jie felt that he had lost face. Even though it was over, his mouth was still not clean. "F * cking unlucky …."
Le Zhishi was too lazy to respond. He didn't stop walking. When he reached the door, he heard another sentence.
"Your mother must be dead to make you so nosy. F * ck."
In the past, Song Jin's business was busier than it was now. At that time, Lin Rong also had to help manage the company and was often not at home. At that time, the two of them were very young. They had hired a nanny, but the nanny was careless when cooking, and Le Zhishi was hospitalized for an allergic reaction. Since then, the family didn't dare to hire a nanny anymore. When Lin Rong couldn't take care of it, Song Yu would do it. Under his influence, he was considered an expert in this area.
Two children, a small dining table, and a few home-cooked dishes. These were memories that Le Zhishi could see when he closed his eyes.
"I want to eat maocai." The little Pomeranian's head was lying on the island. Le Zhishi stroked his furry head. "And cake."
Song Yu opened the refrigerator door and turned around. He raised his eyebrows and pointed to the corner of his mouth.
Le Zhishi just remembered. He touched the corner of his mouth. It did hurt a little. "But I want to eat."
Song Yu didn't say anything, but he had already started to take the ingredients. Le Zhishi didn't want him to work alone, so he went over to help. He didn't know how to cook, so he could only wash the vegetables. The abrasions on his fist hurt a little when they touched the water. Le Zhishi didn't make a sound, but he paused for a moment. The water from the tap suddenly stopped.
"You can't wash it clean." Song Yu pulled a kitchen towel and handed it to him.
Le Zhishi wiped the water on his hands. "Then …"
"Stand here." He lowered his head and focused on cutting the vegetables. "Just watch."
The little Pomeranian ran over and scratched Song Yu's leg. Le Zhishi bent down and picked him up, holding his little paws. "Don't get in your brother's way."
Song Yu cut a piece of butter that Lin Rong had fried and frozen. As soon as it was in the pot, the whole kitchen seemed to come alive. Ginger and garlic sizzled into the melted red oil. The aroma overflowed. While it was still hot, he poured boiling water into it. The red soup was boiling in the pot.
He added some seasonings. Song Yu tasted it to make sure it was salty. Then, he added all kinds of ingredients.
While the vegetables were cooking, Song Yu separated two egg yolks and mixed them with gluten-free flour. Then, he handed the egg whites and the eggbeater to Le Zhishi and gave him a meaningful look.
Whipping the egg whites was Le Zhishi's favorite work. It made him feel better quickly. Because it was a wonderful experience to watch the egg whites gradually turn from liquid to fluffy and finally like clouds.
"It's done." Le Zhishi picked up the eggbeater and pulled out a small sharp hook from the whipped "clouds." This was a sign of success. He was quite satisfied. "Perfect."
After taking out the maocai, Song Yu began to make the muffins. "There's not enough time for cake. Hurry up with this."
"Pancake is also cake." Le Zhishi nodded.
After working for a long time, two bowls of rice, a small pot of hot maocai, and a blueberry muffin were placed on the island in the kitchen. It was a combination of Chinese and Western food. The beef slices were cooked until they could be unfolded. The thin slices were wrapped in shiny red oil. They woke up his appetite before he ate them. Song Yu took out a small glass jar, poured golden osmanthus syrup on the muffin, and pushed it in front of Le Zhishi.
Le Zhishi picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and carefully put it into his mouth. He was also very careful when he chewed, which looked a little funny.
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