Chen Sifeng was reluctant to withdraw his hand, so Ye Chen took a step back uncomfortably, letting the slender finger hover in the air, and said mechanically: "I'll go back first, let the soup be placed on the table for you. After drinking it, you asked me to collect the bowl."

Chen Sifeng put his hand into his trouser bag and smiled: "This is your room, where are you going?"

Ye Chen was stunned and said embarrassedly: "...forgot."

His mind was inexplicably blank just now.

Chen Sifeng refused to forgive him and joked: "Do you want to go back to my room?"

"No, no!" Ye Chen jumped onto the sofa and sat down to show that he really didn't want to go to Chen Mofeng's room.

Silent Feng held back his laughter and walked to the table to sit down and drink fish soup.

The meat of the body of Ran Yiyu is extremely delicate and fat. The wings and four thighs are chewy and tough, and the taste is like a bullfrog. Ye Chen is afraid of destroying the taste, so he bags the shark fin legs and throws them to the snow to keep them fresh. He only uses the part of the fish head and body to make soup.

After several hours of cooking, the fish soup is bright and milky white. The gum contained in the fish skin is simmered until it is separated, and it is densely filled into the gap between the water molecules. The soup is delicate and smooth. When stirring the fish soup with a spoon, it is as if it is messing with a slap of milky white satin. The silent wind scoops up a spoonful of fish soup and drink it. The rich fresh fragrance erodes every taste bud with a slightly sticky feeling. The cooked fish meat turns into strands of fleshy fibers in the mouth, which is easily crushed on the tongue and blooms delicious.

"What kind of fish is this?" Even though he was used to Ye Chen's excellent cooking skills, Chen Silent Wind was still amazed.

"It's the crucian carp." Ye Chen said vaguely.

Silent Wind stared at the soup bowl like a puzzle: "It's so delicious."

It tastes so good that it tastes a little strange. He never knew that crucian carp was so fragrant when he lived so old.

"Then I will make soup for you every day before I finish the filming," Ye Chen was excited and said hurriedly, "Is chicken soup a day okay for one day of fish soup? The chicken soup I make is also delicious, I am afraid that you will get tired of it when you drink it every day."

He has such a good thing now, and he wishes he could give it to him in a different way.

The silent wind looked at him and said warmly: "Okay."

Ye Chen was sitting on the sofa beside the window, bathing in the warm lights sprinkled from directly above. The clear division of light and darkness made his facial features, which were already outstanding, outlined a thrilling beauty and nobleness. This young master-like face was very suitable for looking down at his lover condescendingly, acting arrogantly and lazyly, making a series of unreasonable requests, but Ye Chen never showed any such a tendency, but instead became obedient and liked to be pinched and rubbed...

So, Master Shen, who was extremely difficult to serve, was unhappy again.

The silent wind was silent: "Have you cooked for someone on another crew?"

"No, I just joined the group to cook this time." Ye Chen said blankly, "I'm afraid you won't be used to the farm food over there."

Isn’t it purely a disease to cook for others while idle?

The silent wind was relieved in an instant.

Such a quiet night, soft light, warm fish soup, the faint sound of porcelain collision between spoons and bowl walls... reminds the silent wind of some late nights when I was young. During that period, Chen Ting often returned late due to social events. Zhang Yujie complained, but he always made a bowl of sobering soup for him, and then turned on a warm floor lamp in the living room. The night when my mother waited for her father to return late was one of the many elements that made up the silent wind. This element was ordinary and mediocre, but it did exist.

Chen Sifeng does not compare Ye Chen with his mother. First of all, the genders are different. Moreover, Zhang Yujie's cooking skills have been inspirational for more than ten years. She can't make any dishes that can be eaten except sober soup. Moreover, Ye Chen is a very talented actor and will never be the young wife who is willing to stay at home and wait for him to return late. Therefore, what makes Chen Sifeng feel familiar is the current atmosphere.

And this atmosphere implies family, stability and love.

He was drinking fish soup, and from time to time he looked at Ye Chen sitting on the sofa fiddling with his phone, imagining Ye Chen's appearance of having cooked soup before sitting at the table waiting for him, his heart was incredibly soft.

...

He suddenly wanted to drink the soup made by Ye Chen for the rest of his life.

...

"…Chenchen." Chen Feng said softly.

"Yes." Ye Chen, who had deleted the girl's Weibo halfway down, put down his phone obediently.

After thinking for a while, the silent wind suppressed the urge to seek credit and reward with the children, and said mentally: "It's okay, I'm just shouting and playing."

Ye Chen: “…”

Ye Chen is still too careful with him now. He told him about helping him with endorsement. The child might want to thank him in Taoyuan Sanjie again. It would be better to wait until he has confirmed his relationship before telling him. At that time...

Silent wind smiled in a coquettish smile.

You will definitely get a lot of sweetness.

The next day, the shooting plan restarted. Due to two days of delay, Ye Chen was about to finish the filming, and there were some details that needed to be modified in the early stage, so the shooting schedule was arranged relatively intensively. Ye Chen was busy with filming, farming and managing online stores. He was so busy that he had more time. Time passed quickly, and a week passed in a daze.

It will take another half a month for Chen Mo Feng to finish the filming. Ye Chen was worried about him. Before leaving, he tried his best to feed back and moved the pots and pans in his kitchen to Chen Mo Feng: two small jars and a glass bottle of pickled vegetables in various colors, a basket of spiritual eggs, a large jar of chili oil that smells so fragrant, and a few cigarettes that were raked from the house.

"...You must advise Brother Chen to eat these pickled vegetables in the morning, otherwise his stomach will not be able to bear it." Ye Chen reminded Xiao He worriedly, "If Brother Chen really doesn't like lunch and dinner, please ask his fellow villagers to help him with a bowl of noodles. The simplest Yangchun noodles are fine, with this chili oil."

"Don't worry," Xiao He confirmed the things in the bottles one by one to prevent them from being blinded when using them. "I will definitely serve Brother Chen well."

Ye Chen reminded him earnestly: "Ge Chen remembers to drink Qiuli paste."

Xiao He smiled: "I can't forget Brother Chen, I will open my eyes every day."

Xiao Liu interrupted happily, "Why are you two so funny when I hear you two talking?"

"What's wrong?" Xiao He asked.

Xiao Liu complained: "Every 'Brother Chen' in the conversation you just now can seamlessly switch to 'our father'..."

Ye Chen, who recognized his father without any pressure, burst into laughter when he heard this, his face filled with sincere happiness: "Hahahahahaha!"

Xiao Liu: "Hahahaha, right!"

"Ha, ha..." Xiao He also forced a smile, and there was a touch of Youliang that neither of them could understand.

After Ye Chen finished all these trivial matters, he dressed neatly and went to the filming site to say goodbye to Chen Mofeng. Last night, all the crew set up a simple finishing banquet for him. Ye Chen should thank him and say goodbye to him. He said everything he wanted to say goodbye to him. Now he was the last time he said hello to Shen Mofeng.

When he arrived, the silence wind happened to pass by, and Ye Chen stood outside the set and waved at him: "Brother Chen!"

"I still want to send you this one to you," Chen Mofeng raised his eyes and smiled at him, "Is he leaving now?"

"Well, I'll leave right away, the car is waiting there." Ye Chen pointed to the distance, turned around again, Banban bowed to the silent wind and said seriously, "Thank you for your care for me during this period."

"Okay, don't be polite." Chen Sifeng smiled and made a stop gesture.

The inability to move his right shoulder freely caused some of his scenes to be filmed unsuccessfully, and he had to move to the back. Several important literary scenes that were originally final were suddenly moved to the front. He had to figure out and practice, and he had to remake a few scenes with Ye Chen that needed to be modified in the front. This week he was also very busy and didn't bother with Ye Chen for more time, and it seemed that he would not see anyone for half a month...

The silent wind swept over his child with nostalgia, opened his arms and whispered: "Hug one."

"Okay." Ye Chen's eyebrows and eyes bent slightly, and he took a few steps closer. Before he could hold it openly, his waist was suddenly hooked by the silent wind. His body involuntarily leaned forward and he tightly pulled it into his arms.

Strictly speaking, this is not a hug, but Ye Chen was unilaterally hugged.

Chen Sifeng's arms were wrapped tightly, and his straight back was slightly arched to put his jaw on Ye Chen's shoulder and breathed slightly heavy.

The momentum of this hug made Ye Chen inexplicably nervous, and the embrace lasted a bit strange for a long time, but Chen Mofeng refused to let go, so Ye Chen had to hold it, his beautiful eyes blinked in a daze and quiet manner, with the ultimate obedience of "Don't bother why, as long as I, Brother Chen, was happy to hold it, I would not have any objection even if I was hugged until dark."

"Chenchen," Chen Mofeng called him, his voice very low, "So well-behaved?"

He said, his arms seemed to be tighter.

Ye Chen's ears were inexplicably hot, and he felt something was wrong, but his straight thinking that he could raise the flag did not turn to the detour, and said, "...well."

You must be good to me, Brother Chen!

The nasal sound he made was covered by a scarf, which was stuffy and particularly soft.

"...You go back, see you during the Chinese New Year." Chen Feng said hoarsely, letting go of Ye Chen, and taking a step back without a trace to stretch the distance.

See you during the Chinese New Year? Ye Chen quickly understood this sentence with his own thinking system and said respectfully: "Okay, if you are convenient for the Spring Festival, I will go to your house to pay New Year's greetings."

Go to my house to pay New Year's greetings? The corners of my lips curled up. In order to surprise the children, I resisted not revealing my true Spring Festival plan, and said lazily: "Okay."

There is still half a month before the Spring Festival. If everything goes well, "Win the Grand Prix" will be completed before the New Year, which is very convenient for silent wind to cause trouble.

After saying goodbye, Ye Chen got on the bus.

Less than a minute after he entered the car, the silent WeChat came after him.

Silent Wind: I forgot to ask about something.

Ye Chen: You said.

Chen Sifeng: Your Weibo account...will you tell me how many days will you agree to?

I can’t see anyone for half a month, and I can also talk about relieving my lovesickness by browsing my children’s Weibo.

Ye Chen is as stable as an old dog, and he sends a small id in seconds.

He used this week to work diligently to pass all the original Weibo posts of the number-selling girl, deleted everything he thought was inappropriate, and searched various dirty keywords in a fancy way... This young lady seemed quiet and well-behaved, but in fact she couldn't cover her. Ye Chen was so dizzy that he deleted the blog these days that he almost didn't recognize the three words "I can".

Ye Chen said hypocritically: Just this, there is nothing you can't see.

Chen Wenfeng was angry and funny:... I had been deleting it for a week without saying anything, and then told me that there was nothing I could not read?

Ye Chen sent an innocent kitten expression over.

Silent Wind: I believe you, you kid is very bad.

The bad kid was poked and her face turned red: I really didn't delete anything, don't be too careful.

I just deleted about 2,000 pieces. Compared with nearly 30,000 pieces, it's nothing...

Silent wind: Teacher Shen is going to check his homework.
Chapter completed!