The kitchen is filled with white mist, and the faint fragrance is hidden in the white mist, and the sound of the friction of the tableware adds a bit of human taste to the small room.
Its clear soup noodles, a bit extravagant, with an egg.
Emily Wilson was wearing an orange cloak, chasing a new show while slurping noodles, and was satisfied after drinking the last sip of noodle soup, and found that the phone screen was paused on the orange ball with the same color as her cloak.
Emily was stunned, and a string of rings rang.
It was Michael Lee.
"What are you doing?"
The voice is not surprising, and it soothes peoples hearts.
"Chasing a new show." Emily picked up the chopsticks and circled the outline of the bowl, secretly rejoicing, "Why did you think of calling me?"
Michael moved the mouse and closed the flashy webpage, asking, "What are your arrangements for today?"
The bowl almost flew out, and Emily was scared and held it tightly on the table, and dared not make a move.
How should she answer?
After graduation, she did not want to go home to be urged to get married by her mother, and she forcibly occupied her brothers house for half a year to grow mushrooms. Yesterday, she was completely cut off from her livelihood, and at any time, she faced the crisis of not being able to pay the rent and being driven out of the house by her brother, and she was preparing to struggle to support herself?
All her arrangements today are simplified to three words, looking for a job.
Emily said very insincerely, "I have no arrangements today..."
She was so weak that she made Michael frown, but he didnt expose it and continued, "Today, Henrys Bistro is opening. Do you want to take a look?"
"Today?"
Emily slapped her head, and she had heard Henry mention this before graduation, but it is said that the restaurant has been under renovation for a few months, and she thought that this matter would be left unfinished, and she didnt expect there to be a follow-up.
She turned and looked in the mirror, and it was okay, her hair was washed yesterday, and it was not too oily.
Emily smiled and said, "When should I go?" She was curious about what the restaurant would look like according to Henrys taste.
Michael looked at the watch, nine oclock, pondered for a moment, "I will be at the bottom of your building in an hour."
"Okay." Emily hung up the phone happily and cleaned herself up.
Light makeup, light eyebrows, autumn orange light, red cheeks, and pumpkin lip color, three strokes and two paintings to set the powder.
Emily washed off the excess makeup on her hands, a long skirt and leggings, and finally a knitted coat, done.
Looking at the watch, it was half an hour late.
"Its over, its over!" She cried with a sad face, and the elegance in front of the mirror just now was gone, and she was in a panic again.
She hurried downstairs, lifting the slightly blown hair, and was in no mood to take care of it anymore.
The car had been parked on the side for a long time, and the plane leaves were falling on the roof of the car.
The man was tall, and the suit trousers that should have had extra cuffs were worn into nine minutes, a black knitted sweater with a white shirt, standing against the light, blurring his handsome eyebrows and eyes.
"Mu Chen!" From a distance, Emily shouted.
She ran towards him without stopping, worried about being late, and happy that he was waiting.
When she got closer, she inadvertently ran into his deep autumn eyes, and she scratched her head, her eyes wandering, her hands and feet were a bit out of place, "Im sorry, Im late again."
"Get in the car first, its windy." Facing Emily, who was as light as a plane leaf, Michaels face softened a bit, "Its not too late, it doesnt matter."
He turned on the heater, and the temperature inside the car was suitable. Emily fastened her seatbelt, and when she looked up, a cup of milk tea was handed in front of her.
Its her favorite chocolate milk tea in autumn and winter.
Emily happily took it, inadvertently touching a chill, stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Michael, who was in the autumn wind and leaves just now, should have been waiting for her for a while.
Its late autumn, although the sun is high in the sky, it doesnt reduce the chill.
Emily felt a bit guilty in her heart, bit the straw, and asked casually, "Why didnt you wait for me in the car?"
How cold is it outside? The rustling sound is enough to explain.
Hearing this, Michaels ever-changing face added a bit of color because the corners of his lips were raised, teasing, "I still remember that someone found this car crying from the sea of flowers."
His voice was melodious and came slowly, causing Emilys cheeks to heat up, and a layer of blush spread.
It was a matter of four months ago.
Emily went to the counselors office in the teaching building to get her diploma. Michael, who graduated a year earlier, talked to the tutor and parked his car by the Flower Maze on the South Square to wait for Emily.
The university is a key university in Province C and is also a bit famous on the world university list. The campus is divided into four parts: East, West, South, and North Squares, each with a different shaped large flower bed.
The designer who designed the South Square flower bed was in a burst of inspiration at the time and directly built the flower bed into a two-meter-high maze of flowers. Each maze entrance is marked with eight big words: Please do not enter during class.
Why not enter during class? Because you may not be able to get out until the next class.
Emily is such a living example.
As a freshman, she didnt understand anything and was deceived by the old oil stick Henry, the senior, into the maze, and skipped a days class for nothing. It wasnt until night that she was led out by Michael, who was taking a shortcut through the maze.
That was the first time Emily saw Michael, and after hearing her tragic experience, she was willing to help her, and she was the benefactor.
Later, Emily was hung for a semester because she skipped a days class, and she didnt dare to step into the maze for four years of university.
Graduated, Emily couldnt help but feel a bit emotional, knowing that Michael would park his car outside the Flower Maze, and she suddenly had a strange idea, wanting to try to cross the Flower Maze alone.
The maze has many enchanting scenes, and there are quite a few, with evergreen vines that are not defeated all year round, and the green path is dotted with flowers that do not divide the season, which is tempting to explore deeply.
But beautiful things always have a fatal power.
A dialogue came from the corner, as if the snow on the snow mountain melted and flowed slowly, "Thank you for helping me collect things."
It was Michael.
Emily stopped, slightly sideways, and peeked, Michael and a woman, a bit far from her, Michael was facing her back, taking a thick notebook from the womans hand, and thanking her.
"Its okay, its what I should do." The woman replied.
Michael nodded and hummed, looking at the watch, and said calmly, "I have an appointment, its almost time to go, and I will make an appointment with everyone to have a good chat next time."
After saying that, Michael turned and was about to leave.
"Ah Chen."
Lucy Liu suddenly reached out and grabbed Michael, wanting to speak but stopping, and took back her hand, and her eyes were full of indescribable emotions.
Michael turned back and wanted to speak, but he was blocked by Lucy Lius words, "Your idea is very good, but the tutor and I think the process is a bit slow, why not try to be more daring and do it?"
"No." Michael has always been firm in his work and refused Lucy Lius proposal, "A slow rhythm does not mean not being bold, this is the dowry I prepared for her, steady and progressive, and I cant make a mistake in a step."
This is the dowry I prepared for her.
A short sentence crushed the thoughts of two people.