[A lively, fun-loving family|A cozy, homey romantic comedy|From meals for two to a family of four, every moment is brimming with fiery love] The first time I met Song Moheng, he was wearing a crisp white shirt and holding a law book, standing in front of the cilantro patch I'd just planted. He looked like he was about to file a lawsuit.
“Cultivating public green space is prohibited. Under the regulations...”
“When it grows, I'll give you half!” I squatted in the dirt and looked up, holding my soil-stained fingers in front of him. “It's fresh, great in cold dishes or noodles, and ten times more fragrant than the supermarket stuff.”
He frowned as if reviewing a contract riddled with loopholes, but three seconds later he pulled out his phone from his suit pocket. “WeChat.”
“?”
“Message me when it's ready.” He scanned my QR code and turned to leave, his stride steady, though the tips of his ears were a little red. “Don't let me complain to property management before I even get to smell the cilantro.”
Later, he always said it wasn't the cilantro that won him over. It was seeing me crouched in the sun, turning the apartment complex's lawn into my own vegetable garden, like a groundhog hiding food. I was so silly it made him want to laugh.
And there I was, saving his WeChat contact as “Cilantro Monitor,” never imagining that the cilantro that nearly caused a neighborhood dispute would one day grow vines, entwining two adults and winding around two little rascals who'd cling to our legs and shout, “We want to eat the cilantro Mom grew!”
Some people say life becomes the same day in and day out, but not in our home. Pots and pans clatter out sweetness, the little hassles of daily life pile up into warmth, and even our bickering is infused with the homey fragrance of cilantro. Love isn't about finding someone perfect. It's about building a one-of-a-kind sweet life with the person you squabble and laugh with.
The first novel that I stayed up until five o'clock to finish, and the first novel that touched my heart after reading the story. The whole story is told from the heroine's perspective (first-person perspective) of how she and Song Moheng met, fell in love, and fell in love. [Mu Zhizhi once counted his shortcomings in front of the mirror late at night, and Barrister Song also had moments of falling in pursuit of perfection. But in the end, they still tolerate each other in life, the person who can catch all the edges and corners of themselves. ] (I borrowed the last sentence because I felt I couldn't write it well. The author should not blame me) I wish everyone can find their own Mu Zhizhi and Song Moheng 🥺 🥺 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️Recommendation: This novel uses coriander as a mysterious origin and vividly outlines the joyful first encounter between enemies. The naivety of the female protagonist growing vegetables, the transformation of the male protagonist from "enforcer" to the heartbeat, there is a sweetness hidden in the fireworks, the rhythm is brisk, and the characters are vivid, like little sweet beans, making people envy the love story between the two in the daily fireworks.
It's so heartwarming, I can't help but shed tears after watching it