If you want to find an interpretation for eternity, He Qiao thought, maybe it was this moment.
Chi Xueyan said to him with a smile that it was a beautiful moment that day.
Amazingly, He Qiao thought of the word eternity almost at the same time.
Because he seemed to see something he had been looking forward to in the eyes of the other party.
A crystal-clear response like a dream.
But He Qiao was not sure.
At this time, people are always uncertain.
That's the most beautiful uncertainty.
In the bright master bedroom, the person standing opposite finished talking about the fragment of his absent-mindedness and quickly looked away, perhaps because he felt that the sunlight was too dazzling.
He Qiao came back to his senses and found that Chi Xueyan seemed to like the ceramic candy box on his bedside table.
When he went to the window to close the curtain, he heard the soft sound of the candy box opening behind him.
There is also the sound of plastic candy paper rubbing.
He Qiao imagined a possible picture, so he subconsciously slowed down the action of pulling the curtains.
The snow-white curtain gradually covered the glass window, which looked blank, and there was no dazzling light leaking from the seams.
When He Qiao looked back again, the candy box on the bedside table was quietly closed, keeping the initial distance from the glass next to it, as if it had never been passive.
After Chi Xueyan finished arranging the master bedroom, she walked blikly towards the door and said casually, "The tea in the living room also needs to be cleaned up."
His tone is ordinary, but his voice sounds different from usual.
There is a hard and sweet candy between the teeth, with a vague and moist taste.
Just like He Qiao guessed.
Chi Xueyan stole a piece of candy.
Besides, he should like the taste of that candy very much.
Because the beautiful eyes are full of bright light.
He Qiao obviously doesn't like sweets, but the crystal candy in his imagination gives a different taste to this ordinary weekend.
After lunch, Han Zhenzhen arrived at this warm and happy-looking home on time.
As soon as she entered the door, her cheerful and clear voice sounded, and at the same time, she also brought a burst of the most familiar aroma of Chi Xueyan.
"You haven't started cleaning yet, have you? It's usually well cleaned, and now it looks quite clean - no matter how many times I look at it, I think this house is really beautiful. Xiaoyue is so good at designing.
With that, Han Zhenzhen shook the paper bag in his hand to Chi Xueyan, and there was a snoid in it.
"Stir-fried chestnuts with sugar, do you want to eat them?"
This is Chi Xueyan's favorite snack.
Every time Han Zhenzhen comes home, as long as he sees a stall of fried chestnuts on the road, he will buy him a bag.
Although she came to another new home today, the house where her parents were not here, she still habitually bought it.
Chi Xueyan nodded and habitually took it over, taking on all the tasks of peeling chestnuts.
In the past, I peeled it for myself and my mother to eat, and today I have to add Heqiao.
Only Lao Chi, who also loves sweets, does not have this treatment. After all, father and son often enjoy mocking each other.
Fried chestnuts with sugar is a kind of snack from Chi Xueyan to a snack.
In fact, later, even he couldn't tell whether it was because he loved fried chestnuts with sugar, so his mother often bought them, or because his mother often bought fried chestnuts with sugar, so he loved them the most.
As the days go by, the love for people and the preference for food have become integrated, becoming the same habit that is difficult to give up, gradually blurring the cause and effect.
Han Zhenzhen also greeted his son's other half enthusiastically: "He Qiao, do you like this?"
He Qiao poured her a glass of warm water and shook her head with a smile: "Xiaochi loves to eat. It's time for me to clean up."
This is Chi Xueyan's post-marital pampering script a few months ago: all the housework is taken on the initiative by He Qiao, including putting bath water for him in advance.
At that time, Chi Xueyan thought that he might have to fulfill this nonsense in the future, and he also felt that it was too troublesome for He Qiao.
Now, he guessed that He Qiao would not find it troublesome.
And he didn't really want He Qiao to do it alone.
When He Qiao, who was about to clean up alone, walked past Chi Xueyan, he took the initiative to say, "I'll sit with my mother for a while."
The lover looked sideways, and there was a kind of gentleness in his eyes: "Okay."
When He Qiao left, Han Zhenzhen, who was beside him, immediately came over and whispered, "Oh, we, Yanyan, are also willing to do housework one day."
Chi Xueyan had just peeled a chestnut and was about to hand it to her. Hearing the words, she paused and immediately changed the original trajectory and was ready to eat it herself.
Han Zhenzhen snatched it quickly: "I won't say anything. Don't be so stingy."
The two of them nestled together on the comfortable sofa, and there was a warm fireplace in front of them, which made their mood soft.
Han Zhenzhen doesn't make fun of his son. This house is obviously well maintained, and there is nothing to teach He Qiao.
So she began to ask what she cared most about as a mother.
Those details can prove that the son has always been loved.
"Will He Qiao buy you sugar and fried chestnuts after work every day?"
"I didn't tell him that I like fried chestnuts with candy the most, but he will bring me strawberries every day."
Han Zhenzhen knows his taste very well: "I remember that you don't particularly like strawberries."
"But those strawberries look very special." Chi Xueyan said, "So it tastes better than ordinary strawberries."
"The shape does not affect the taste." Han Zhenzhen couldn't stand it. "Obviously, it's Aiwu and Wu. Your mother is also a veteran. Think of me if I've never been in love."
"..." Chi Xueyan thought for a while and couldn't refute it, so she had to admit it, "About it."
After she finished complaining, she couldn't help but be curious and asked her son, "How special are those strawberries?"
"There are teeth-like, jellyfish-like... It's hard to describe. Do you want to see the photos?"
"It sounds weird and cute. I want to see it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Zhenzhen suddenly reacted and raised his voice in shock: "You actually took a picture of every strawberry?!"
She was ostentatious and arbitrary, as if her son, who would never fall in love in his life, looked at her silently.
So Han Zhenzhen bowed his head decisively and ate chestnut kernels while looking at the photos. He made a comment that didn't sound sincere at all as if nothing had happened: "The shape is so cute that it's not human if you don't take pictures."
It was taken only because strawberries are so cute.
It has absolutely nothing to do with the person who sends strawberries.
She thought so for her son who showed this side for the first time. Sitting in the warm wedding room, the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were stained with a smile.
At the beginning, she was deeply worried about the hasty of the marriage, but she knew Chi Xueyan's temper too well, so she did not object.
Now that she thinks about it, this is the most correct decision and the best marriage she can imagine.
Just as the two families envisioned when preparing for the wedding, everything is only about love.
Han Zhenzhen, who hasn't cooked for a long time, suddenly wants to cook again.
Just like many years ago, the house was full of relatives and friends invited to the banquet. She and her husband couldn't help the excitement and ran to the kitchen in their wedding clothes to stir-fry dishes, because they really wanted to share the joy that could not be described in words with everyone.
Love is a too abstract noun. When it comes from the heart to the mind, it often can't find the right way to express it, and it is carried by the most within reach and indispensable food in life.
For example, three meals a day, such as fried chestnuts with sugar.
Han Zhenzhen withdrew her thoughts and couldn't wait to ask her son, "What are you going to eat tonight? Do you have any plans?"
"There is no arrangement. It will be tiring to clean up today. Don't let him cook." Chi Xueyan asked her by the way, "Do you want to go out to eat together?"
Seeing that there was a chance, Han Zhenzhen immediately became motivated: "Eat at home, and I'll cook for you two!"
Then, there was a series of questions like beads.
"What do you want to eat? What does He Qiao like to eat?"
"By the way, I remember you said that you two have a good taste. That's better. Don't worry that he can't get used to it. Go and ask him what he wants to eat."
Chi Xueyan looked at Han Zhenzhen's confident appearance and stopped talking.
The three of their family are used to Aunt Ling, who rarely cooks by herself, and even their parents, who used to cook, almost forgot.
Except for the fact that Chi Zhongyuan, who is occasionally called up by his wife to make a late-night snack in the middle of the night, he and Han Zhenzhen's cooking skills should be slopy.
So he considered it and directly reported an unusually simple dish name: "Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, fried rice with eggs, and vegetable soup?"
After listening, Han Zhenzhen raised her eyebrows and was quite dissatisfied: "Do you think I can't cook?"
Chi Xueyan nodded without hesitation.
My mother argued reasonably, "That's because you didn't attend my wedding. That day, all the relatives praised us for having the style of a chef."
"I want to participate." The son said calmly, "Unfortunately, the order is reversed. I won't be born until a few years ago."
Han Zhenzhen:...
She couldn't find anything to say for a moment. She looked at her son, who was full of suspicion, for a moment, and then suddenly got up to find He Qiao, who was cleaning the room.
In front of people who are not familiar with her details, Han Zhenzhen's tone was as confident as a first-class chef: "He Qiao, do you want to eat Buddha jumping over the wall tonight?"
Chi Xueyan:...
Forget it, there is at least one person in this family who can really cook, so that there will be no accident.
Han Zhenzhen, who was determined to show her skills, began to buy vegetables on her mobile phone. The sugar-fried chestnuts she brought had been peeled. Chi Xueyan took the chestnut kernels left for He Qiao and left the sofa silently to clean up.
This room is indeed very clean. There is not much to clean up, mainly the regular cleaning of the inevitable dust.
The task assigned to him by He Qiao is also very simple.
Wipe the glass.
It's more like playing than doing housework.
The glass is clear and bright, with only a layer of dust, which can still reflect the beautiful scenery outside the house.
It is very suitable for Chi Xueyan to play while distracting.
He stood by the window and wiped the glass lazily, while He Qiao behind him was sweeping the floor.
On the shelf beside, there is a light yellow chestnut kernel in a clean porcelain plate.
Today, all the scenery is on the same side of the window.
Chi Xueyan wiped the glass with his hands, and his swaying fingertips swept over the reflection of the He Bridge in the window.
The afternoon is quiet and peaceful.
He Qiao asked him, "Why do you want to eat Buddha jumping over the wall at night?"
Han Zhenzhen's sudden proposal confused him for a long time.
Chi Xueyan felt that this problem was difficult to explain, so he just laughed: "Don't worry, there should be no real Buddha jumping over the wall. My mother can't cook complicated dishes. Her current level is about the same as mine."
"Do you need me to help in the kitchen?"
"You can't help. She will definitely say that she can do it alone."
Chi Xueyan knows his mother very well, just as her mother knows him.
He Qiao tried to sort out the logic behind it.
Han Zhenzhen's cooking skills are similar to that of his son, but he volunteered to cook dinner for them. He probably wanted to try complex and high-end dishes and did not allow anyone to help.
After thinking about it clearly, he couldn't help asking, "Can we still have dinner tonight?"
Then I got a realistic and cruel answer.
"I think I can eat it, but I may not eat it."
After saying that, Chi Xueyan deliberately looked back at the other party's expression.
He saw He Qiao staring at the chestnut kernels on the dinner plate.
It seems that he is compising a convenient dinner that can save the scene without showing a trace.
"Will chestnuts be delicious in the sandwich?"
He Qiao's tone sounds very serious.
Chi Xueyan smiled again.
He has never eaten like this.
But suddenly I really want to have a try.
Whether it's today's rescue dinner or tomorrow's ordinary breakfast.
At this moment, Chi Xueyan gradually began to be confused between cause and effect.
Is it because he likes unusual chestnut sandwiches that he likes Heqiao, or because he likes Heqiao, he likes unusual chestnut sandwiches?
It seems to be the same.
Chi Xueyan didn't want to clean the glass. He dropped the tool and leaned on the window sill casually to tell He Qiao more secrets about dinner.
"I guess there will be four people having dinner tonight, and my father will also come."
In his gaze and companionship, He Qiao continued to complete his post-marital duties.
"Because my mother can't handle it by herself, she will be in a hurry, and she doesn't want us to help, so she can only secretly ask my father for help."
The delivery man knocked on the door. As soon as Han Zhenzhen got the vegetables and meat, he rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen.
Soon, there was a violent jump of a live fish jumping out of the pool, and a short exclamation.
"My father will teach her on the phone first, but he certainly can't, because he can't cook very well."
There was no dish in the pot, but the sound of the range hood rang, vaguely covering the sound of the phone call.
"When it comes to the phone, my father may be so desperate that he wants to smash his mobile phone, so he just comes over directly. Anyway, it's not far away."
No one knocked on the door this time. The door quietly opened from the inside, and the tall figure followed his wife and crept into the kitchen.
The two people in the room who were absent-mindedly cleaning the house pretended not to notice it, but just looked at each other silently.
When the four eyes are facing each other, they are full of smiles.
Finally, Chi Xueyan made a concluding statement: "In a word, today's dinner was made by my mother, and my father came here specially for dinner."
He Qiao nodded clearly: "I remember it."
He will carefully remember the secret shared with him by Chi Xueyan.
Time slipped away unconsciously, and the aroma of food gradually floated in the kitchen. The easy and pleasant cleaning was over, leaving only the finishing work.
When He Qiao was about to tie the garbage bag, Chi Xueyan suddenly remembered something and stopped him: "Wait a minute."
He took something out of his pocket and handed it to the people around him.
In the palm of He Qiao's white palm, there was a crystal clear pleated sugar paper.
Chi Xueyan said calmly, "I stole a candy from your candy box in the morning."
Immediately, he took out a memory that had passed away and carefully compared the taste: "It tastes better than the sugar in the bar."
The bachelor party on a summer night, a fictional love relationship, and a drunken heart and trial.
In the dim light, he asked He Qiao, who seemed to be moved, for a candy.
Now, it is no longer the apparent, and it is no longer the temporary sugar.
So it tastes better than that candy.
Chi Xueyan finally began to miss the taste of sugar again.
It's not just missing this time.
And love.