Cheng Xiang sat down in front of the piano and took a long breath. She chose a light song, Mozart's "Little Star Variations".
When the white and slender fingers dance on the keys, a light and cheerful melody pours out from the fingertips, with a hint of innocence and childlike interest. Sometimes it is quiet, sometimes it is noisy, making people feel inexplicably happy.
Music is the most charming existence in the universe. It treats everyone equally and transcends race and national boundaries. As long as you are willing to listen, you can find it to cleanse, heal and inspire you.
After the song ended, the crowd of people watching didn't seem to have calmed down, staring at Cheng Xiang blankly.
"Are you done?" A man's deep and cold voice broke the silence.
Everyone looked back and saw Zhou Tianlei looking at everyone with a livid face.
Everyone was startled by his solemn look, and they quickly joked: "Go home, go home, it's time to eat, everyone has gone home."
They all left in twos and threes.
Only Chen Tian remained in the room, looking at Zhou Tianlei playfully, thinking that Brother Lei had to praise me for doing such a big thing today.
Zhou Tianlei glanced at him: "Aren't you leaving yet? Are you waiting for dinner?"
Chen Tian scratched his head in confusion, "Let's go, I'm leaving, sister-in-law."
Cheng Xiang looked at Zhou Tianlei's livid face and felt a little confused.
Of course she didn't know that as soon as Zhou Tianlei entered the door, he heard a cheerful melody, which made his heart happy.
But when he walked in, he saw a group of people surrounding Cheng Xiang, especially the elders like Chen Tian, whose eyes were almost glued to Cheng Xiang.
An unknown fire washed away all the joy in my heart.
So, go in and chase people away.
Cheng Xiang looked at Zhou Tianlei's somewhat cold eyes and felt like a bird being held down by a tiger's claws, although she didn't know what she had done wrong.
She leaned over and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Zhou Tianlei saw a fair little face full of question marks in front of him, and sighed in his heart.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and he said, "It sounds great."
.......Was that expression of praise just now?
"Really?" Cheng Xiang suddenly felt relieved, "I'll play another one for you."
As he spoke, he sat down to play the piano.
Zhou Tianlei reached out and pulled out her wrist and said softly: "No, I just came back to take a look. I'm going back to the factory soon. I'll wait and listen to you play."
Cheng Xiang nodded: "That's fine!"
"By the way, I made mung bean soup. You have a bowl before you leave." After that, he hurried to the kitchen.
Looking at her back, Zhou Tianlei thought of his gaffe just now, lowered his head and chuckled.
He thought he was careless about everything, but now that she was being looked at by others, it made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Cheng Xiang brought mung bean soup, which he drank in one gulp.
He stretched out his hand and rubbed Cheng Xiang's head. When his hand slid down, he gently rubbed his fingertips on Cheng Xiang's face, rubbed it with his fingers full of nostalgia, turned around and left.
"This man is unpredictable." Cheng Xiang muttered.
Thinking of his attitude towards Chen Tian just now, it suddenly dawned on him: "Oh? Could it be that the old man is jealous?"
At this moment Qing'er came over and pulled her clothes, Cheng Xiang lowered his head to look at her, and she pointed at the piano with her little finger.
"You want to play?" Cheng Xiang asked.
Qing'er nodded. Just now when Cheng wanted to play the piano, the sound of music struck her young heart, and the shock it gave her was unprecedented.
Cheng Xiang said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm here to teach you the piano. Let's eat first. After eating, we can start studying hard, okay?"
Qing'er nodded obediently.
Cheng Xiang went into the kitchen, cooked rice, stewed braised pork, stir-fried vegetables, and cooked tomato and egg soup. The rich aroma of food wafted out of the kitchen and into the host's home.
At this time, Huzi, who was drinking a bowl of porridge and eating a plate of fried potatoes next door, sniffed hard and muttered, "The aunt next door is making delicious food again." He raised his nose and smelled it. She said to Xiuhua next to her: "Grandma, smell it, does it smell like braised pork? You can make braised pork for me too."
Xiuhua glanced at him and snorted: "I think you look like braised pork. How long has it been since your father bought meat for you? I'm still greedy."
Xiuhua rolled her eyes and said, "Let's go chat with your aunt."
After saying that, he went out with his rice bowl, turned right, and entered Cheng Xiangjia. In the countryside, it is common to visit the house with a bowl in hand when eating. Sometimes he squats together at the door, chatting and asking questions while eating. What do you eat? Look at what I eat. Let’s talk about the East and West’s shortcomings. Talk about the harvest. One meal can last for one or two hours.
"Oh, her aunt, have you eaten?" Xiuhua shouted as soon as she entered the door.
As soon as Cheng Xiang put the food on the table, he heard the sound, raised his head to take a look, and hummed in his heart. The rice cook was here. To be polite, he replied: "I was about to eat, has Auntie eaten?"
"Eating, eating." Xiuhua gestured to the bowl and steamed buns in her hand.
"What kind of food did you cook? It's so delicious? I've long heard that Cheng Xiang is a good cook, and everyone who has eaten your food praises you." He looked up and exclaimed, "Hey, braised pork. My tiger has been talking about eating braised pork just now."
"Really? Then, Huzi, come over and have some with Qing'er." For this reason, Cheng Xiang had no choice but to give in. Besides, Huzi was a child who was enthusiastic and polite, and she liked him very much.
"Your aunt tells you to eat, just go ahead and eat it." Xiuhua told Huzi politely, and then said to Cheng seriously: "The children in our village just like to eat Baijia rice. They look so good." good."
Cheng Xiang smiled slightly, nodded, called Huzi over, and mixed Qing'er with a bowl of rice with braised pork soup.
Hu Zi was a little nervous at first, but seeing Cheng Xiang calling him sincerely, he really couldn't stand the smell of that food. The braised pork on the table was red, shiny, and trembling, and it kept waving at him, too. Just go and eat without caring about the table.
After taking a bite of the meat, he almost cried. He had never eaten such delicious braised pork.
After biting through a layer of meat skin, there is a layer of fatty meat underneath, but it is fat but not greasy, followed by a layer of lean meat, which melts in your mouth, with the sweetness of caramel, and leaves a fragrant mouthful.
This was infinitely more delicious than the tasteless, greasy, greasy braised pork that grandma made. He finished eating a piece and kept clicking his lips after savoring it.
"Brother Huzi, why are you crying?" Qing'er asked curiously, looking at the tears on Huzi's face.
"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?" Xiuhua took a look and asked.
Huzi shook his head: "It's so delicious."
Xiuhua originally thought that outsiders were exaggerating about Cheng Xiang's cooking skills. Now seeing her grandson's unpromising look, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him: "Look at your potential."
"Milk, didn't you say you're also greedy? Try it." Children are children, and they will say anything to others.
Xiuhua's old face turned red: "Xiong stuff, what do you say? Hurry up and eat your food. I'll tell your aunt something."
