Hello, can we have dinner tomorrow?

 Hello, can we have dinner tomorrow?

When she wrote this sentence on the paper, she sat in a flannelette chair and looked at her window, stunned for a long time.

At this moment near dusk, there are several old people downstairs. Dusk is full of air and life is getting late.

What should she eat today, she thought, or not at all?

Its two months or three months. No, it should be some time last year. She and a person have dinner together every day.

Direct, strong, fragrant and homely.

They go to the market to buy vegetables.

Seeing the fish, he said, well, cosmetology, you eat well. See Cong and say, Ill eat well, you are strong.. See tofu, say, white, buy some back to stew fish head.

She looked at him and thought he was so close.

Its like a mysterious link between her life and his life, through food, through the gastrointestinal tract.

He handed water, still hot.

Its still a little spicy.

He finally picked up her head and kissed her.

In fact, its even hotter. How can it go down with a fiery mouth. But she thought, it turns out, spicy is such a gentle taste.

At that time, she felt that life didnt need so much.

There is a man,

A bed,

A big kitchen,

You can live contentedly.

He asked her, what will happen in the future?

She swallows the days day by day in those kind human fireworks, warm oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, tinkling pots and pans.

He raised the spoon and cried. The sound is just out of the pot. Its hot. Warm and harmonious.

The spatula is handed over, and a piece of hot stuff is poured on the side.

Strong taste, suddenly in the tip of the tongue scurrying, involuntarily rising, to the top of the palate after the spread, the brain is wooden for a while

Ho, delicious!

An unprofessional chef and a diner who always wins the show are the perfect crotch.

Looking at the dishes in front of you,

Feel warm right now.

Men and women, who have so many human wishes. Its nothing more than four seasons of the year, three meals a day, two people in one room, one dish and one vegetable.

As soon as the thin meat porridge is imported, people are saved. Its slightly thick, hot, fragrant, rich, and its half a bowl. The viscera seem to have been massaged.

Brown sugar steamed bread has not come out of the pot. Its so fragrant that its scurrying around the room.

Are you ready to eat?

Stir fry Niuhe to get more oil, add red pepper and green garlic, and beef sliced into thin slices. In the hot pot, roll it a few times more. Its well done and tastes deep.

On the afternoon of the weekend, they sat at the window for tea.

Drink slowly, talk slowly.

Dusk is suddenly late, life is like someone elses life.

After eating, we cant eat any more.

Just say, lets go to heavens restaurant and try the taste.

However, some changes finally happened.

He went to a foreign country and she stayed here.

She naturally worries.

He repeatedly promised that I am not used to hamburger coffee, or I am used to eating porridge cooked with you.

At first, they talked day by day.

The cafe on the corner added a kind of croissant.

Talk about how rough the food is in a foreign country.

Talking about him in a strange bar, accidentally drunk

The distance of geography becomes the distance of heart. Pull them further and further.

One day, while she was eating dinner alone, she suddenly remembered that he had not heard from him for a week.

She didnt ask.

He didnt say.

She asked repeatedly.

He just perfunctorily, mm-hmm-oh.

The years have cooled all the delicacies, and the rest are silent scraps.

From now on, all the days will be one person.

One works, one goes shopping, one goes to the cinema, one goes to dinner.

On the 308th day of his departure, she looked at the food in front of her eyes, and once again, tears fell silently.

Its still that room.

In front of the incandescent lamp lay white porcelain plates and bowls, white tofu and rice.

The clear light, the quiet and timid night, the shadow cast on the plate, can hear the Dang.

Its almost a panic.

Its like a time of chaos, like a site.

She turns on her cell phone, finds a suitable restaurant and a suitable person in the nearby food.

No one.

Like a grave for the dead.

But when I got to the third house, I couldnt support it. Feels like self abuse.

There is a sculpture beside her seat. There are two villains, one is a shoemaker and the other is a girl.

This is Andersens storyu2014u2014

A shoemaker loves a girl. They used to eat gingerbread together and talk about the future.

Later, the girl became a musician, while the man was still a shoemaker.

At last he died.

At dawn, there was a snow fall. He fell asleep. Under this willow tree, with love, I died under the old willow tree in a foreign country

People in the story, people outside the story, all have similar sadness.

That day, she ordered the most expensive steak and wine. As a secret ceremony to say goodbye to the past.

Half an hour later, the delicate porcelain plate held a piece of meat and brought it up. A piece of meat and mud, with spaghetti, and white soup.

The fragrance is wispy.

This is her favorite food, favorite store. Once upon a time, she said to him, if you pay a bonus one day, you must come and have a taste.

Now it was in front of her, but she had no appetite.

At that time, it rained heavily in Guangzhou.

The sky dropped exclamation marks.

Not far away, a boy stood under the eaves. His forehead was dripping with water, and his denim shirt was soaked in black.

She watched in silence.

Five minutes later, ten minutes later, he still did not move, just occasionally looked around. Its like waiting for someone.

She was so dumbfounded that I couldnt find anyone to wait for.

The knife cut a thin slice.

Fork up, pass the import, after the smell of black pepper, is the beef gravy splash. Its the best texture, and its cooked just right.

She felt something was missing.

Whats missing? Something interesting.

About a person.

Its a more advanced condiment than any other condiment. As long as we add in the mediocre food, there are graceful ups and downs and blooming.

She saw that it was the boy in the rain.

It seems that someone broke the appointment. He was furious and yelled at the mobile phone: the 5th time, I dont want to serve...

She looked at him again.

I happened to meet him and turn around. My eyes hit him.

He shouted defiantly, havent you seen such a freak?

She smiled, no, Im a freak.

Pigeons, too?

She bowed her head and smiled bitterly.

Two frustrated young people, in the bored night, casually approach.

They just had a candle and two cups of coffee to gossip.

Its not about identity,

It has something to do with the past, old friends and emotions.

He said he paid.

The night is getting deeper. The lights are dim.

When she stood up to leave for home. Leave a wechat, he said

Of course she knows why. Adult men and women, knowing. Simple, will think of understanding. More complicated, think of sex.

Tomorrow, can we have dinner together? His answer was so candid and warm that she was surprised.

She froze for a moment.

Then, the short-circuit lamp in my heart tried to light up again.

Finally, someone is willing to take diet as the way, try to reach her world.

The taxi goes through Guangzhou at midnight. She looked out of the window quietlyu2014u2014

Between three meals a day, there is a mixture of sadness and joy.

In fact, life is nothing more than two people, with love as ingredients, love as drink, time as fire, cooking pot after pot of food.

Another meal will begin.

Left alone.

Another person will come.

After eating, among the fireworks in the world, the most affectionate person is the one who accompanies you to make a cup of tea, from green silk like waterfall to white hair like snow.

So, lets have dinner tomorrow, OK?