Han Jianhe's world was once a small kitchen.
The family was poor, and the only sweet taste in childhood was a fruit candy that the girl in the front row, Lin Jiating, occasionally turned around and handed over.
At the age of sixteen, he remembered three things:
She squints her eyes when eating strawberries
She bites her lower lip when her pen leaks ink
On the day of the graduation photo, the sun dyed her ponytail honey color
——And he didn't even dare to stand in the same row.
At the age of eighteen, he finally served his first original dish in a small restaurant. The boss scolded him for being ridiculous. He lowered his head and wiped the knife: "... Someone will like it."
Late that night, he searched through his classmates to find her WeChat account, and the finger that sent the request was stained with unhealed burns.
At the age of twenty, at the award ceremony, the host asked: "What was the inspiration for this 'First Snow Rice Cake'?"
The man in front of the camera suddenly stuttered: "Yes... She is a girl who is afraid of the cold."
While the entire Internet was guessing who the "mysterious girl" was, Lin Jiating was staring blankly at the crisper box marked "LT" in the refrigerator--brown sugar ginger cubes were neatly stacked in it, as well as her "want to eat rice cakes from home" that she had casually mentioned before when she had a fever.
At the age of thirty, she finally asked the question: "Why never say you like me?"
Han Jianhe was picking out the coriander in the ramen for her when he paused and said, "I told you."
"When?"
"Every time you say 'yummy'."
"That's my whole confession."
Purpose: In an impetuous world, sincerity, patience and love are the keys to happiness.
