Suomi's Trouble 1
Before Su Mi went to college, she was looking forward to living in a group dormitory
Before Su Mi went to college, she was looking forward to living in a group dormitory. A few strangers who didn't know anyone before were about to live under one roof for several years and become good friends and sisters, which was a great thing. So Sumi was the first to report to the dormitory, and also took the initiative to go to the student supermarket to buy a mop broom rag, in the dormitory to make a big cleaning. She wanted to make a good impression on the other three roommates. When the other three entered the dormitory together, they saw Sumi crouching there in sweat and dust, wiping the floor, and also happened to have broken the leather band that tied her hair, and her hair was tangled on her face. The front of the stand A Ce did not say anything, and next to the froth also just a meaningful hmm. Only the last side of the full girl smiling and poking a big head: "Hey, auntie, hard work you!" Suomi vaguely felt that she and these three roommates may not have the same brain circuit. *** Suomi's intuition was right, these three roommates are indeed different from her in every way. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're doing. The webcasters are also very popular. In short, we all have our own things to do, and for a while, Sumi did not even talk to the three of them. No, what about the promised happy group life? Su Mi a little panic. Nowadays, young people are popular to be so solitary? ***After a while, Sumi found out that she thought wrong. Her roommates did not go alone, A Ce will go to the cafeteria every day to eat with satiated sister, satiated sister will accompany foamy shopping on weekends to buy, foamy will be in each course to hand in the final paper to find A Ce together with the library. The three of them even created a group, every night after lights out in the dormitory, lying in bed chatting madly online. Oh. Suomi suddenly realized. So, they just ...... don't hang out with me. The heart of Sumi can really be a little stuffed. *** Later Sumi and from living next door to the dormitory gossip diva there inquired that the A Ce and satiated sister from kindergarten to high school are a class of old classmates, foam and A Ce two families are very close blood relatives, satiated sister and foam two families from too grandfather generation is a family friend. No wonder these three are so close. Su Mi thought to himself, together with the original is to love each other family, I am an outsider. A small wind blowing through, cool. *** But Sumi did not discourage, she thought that people and people's relationships are not slowly cultivated, since they came late, then do more effort well. The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it, and one night, Sumi was finally added to the night chat group of the other three. Although they are talking about all sorts of things that need to be understood by heart, Suomi still can't interrupt, but at least we can get a glimpse of what these three care about on a daily basis.Sumi is particularly happy. He will also be a member of this collective family. *** But it still seems to be missing something.
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Gusteau's Secret 2
Don't look at this god of food elegant appearance, extraordinary temperament, but in his early years was born from a poor fishing family, his father died in his prime, the family's situation is poor, led by his mother alone three children in the water to make a living. The family often do not even have enough to eat, ordinary people do not look up to the fish tail is naturally not dare to waste, braised paddling became a common dish on the family table, accompanied by the god of food through those difficult years, until it grew up, and through all the hardships to become a revered god of food. Listen to the people who know, Gusteau for many years has always loved to eat that braised paddling water, but in a number of years ago after the death of his mother, he did not take the initiative to touch a chopstick fish tail, if someone asked the reason, Gusteau himself is also a perfunctory answer, refused to respond positively. I think Gusteau's heart must be extremely valued this dish, but also valued his own and his mother's siblings together as a touching past, so they do not want to try this dish again, so as not to touch the pain of his mother's death. Then I will use this delicious dish from my mother to touch the heart of Gusteau. The young chef had already made up his mind at the beginning of the competition to give it a go, and at the same time felt saddened by his opponent's exhausting efforts. The most magnificent skills, but how can it compete with the most precious memories of a person's heart. *** At the moment, Gusteau has already tasted both dishes, and every move he made while tasting them fell into the eyes of everyone. When tasting the older chef's dish, his expression was approval, taste, and recognition of a chef's skillfulness. But when he tasted the braised paddling water, his expression was one of disappointment, amazement, and the complex emotion of being caught in some kind of memory. After all, this is a dish with an emotional bonus. The young chef was about to lose his inner leap of joy. This year's king of the kitchen, it is my name. But he was wrong. The results were announced and the winner was his opponent, the much older chef. The young chef was so shocked by the result that he stumbled backwards, knocking over the pots and pans on the stove, spilling oil, salt, sauce and vinegar all over his body, in a messy state, without his previous pride. The only fortunate thing among the misfortunes is probably that everyone is applauding and cheering for the new king of cooks, no one pays attention to his haphazard appearance at this moment. No one cares what happens to the loser. *** It was late at night after the award ceremony, and Gusteau was sitting in the car on his way back, resting his eyes, when his thoughts ran away and he suddenly remembered a time years ago that not many people knew about. When he saw that the young man had made braised paddling water, he guessed that someone close to him should have embezzled money or fallen into the hands of the story of his youth and braised paddling water leaked out. This story is true, but he has never revealed only half of it to the next person. When he was young, his family was indeed poor, but as a fisherman's son, not even a complete fish can not afford to eat, except for the occasional bad catch when the whole family starved, most of the time the family table can still be set out a whole fish or two. But his mother was biased and always gave the fattiest fish body and belly to his older brother and younger sister. As for his second son, who was not favored alone, he could only pick up the least fleshy and most prickly fish tail to eat every day. When he ate more, he felt disgusted and felt sick to his stomach. He thought his mother was loving to her children, but all that love was given to his elder brother and younger sister, and all that was left for him, or that he could learn, was to be cynical. Later, he grew up and relied on himself to eat the pain that ordinary people can't stand, endure the tiredness that ordinary people can't stand, and finally became a generation of food gods, he never wanted to touch that braised paddling water. Because once you see the fish tail, you can't help but remember the resentment. The resentment of the poor life, the hatred of the eccentric mother. However, when his mother was alive, in order to maintain his image as a popular god of food, in front of others, he had to continue to force himself to pretend to love the braised paddling water, until his mother passed away, he could finally escape from that nightmare full of fish tail, and no longer need to be involved. So to say that if someone is trying to get his approval on the playing field with a braised paddle, it's only a sad joke and a big misunderstanding in the sky. Of course, this remaining half of the real, Gusteau will never tell anyone. Just like the half of the fish tail, he discarded in the deepest part of his heart, let it rot and stink, completely disappear, will not be taken out to show people. He will only tell those around him about the warm and fuzzy part of the whole story, so that the public will mistakenly believe that this braised paddle represents the beautiful affection between him and his mother and siblings, ensuring that he will be celebrated and loved by more people, and that the position of God of Food will sit more firmly, and that will be enough. The car soon arrived at the residence, Gusteau got out of the car suddenly remembered that young man at the end of the game lost look, could not help but shake his head, showing a cold smile. Hey, after all, still a young man. Where can everything be thought so thoroughly, so deep.
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