Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Ji Lin found the mop and mopped the area where the egg liquid had just been mixed.

Ling Zhao was putting food into the pot. "Is this enough?"

"Don't you want to eat?" Ji Lin stood up the mop and asked.

"I'm not hungry."

Ji Lin looked at the amount of noodles in the pot and said, "Put some more in."

Ling Zhao put a little more into the pot, "How about this?"

"Put it back again."

Ling Zhao added a little more.

"Put it back again."

Ling Zhao stopped putting the noodles down.

He guessed that Ji Lin didn't know how to cook, and silently cursed him as an idiot in his heart, and explained: "The noodles haven't been boiled yet. They will expand after a while, and then they will be enough for the two of you to eat."

Ji Lin did not miss the mischief in Ling Zhao's eyes. Knowing that his weakness of not being able to cook had been exposed, he cleared his throat and decided to stick to his guns.

“I’m still growing.”

Ling Zhao couldn't hold back at all after hearing this unexpected remark, and turned to look at the boiling soup in the pot.

A laugh escaped from his throat.

Ji Lin looked at his smiling face. The moment the corner of his mouth raised, his cheeks became hot. He continued to be stubborn, "Don't believe it?"

Ling Zhao took a deep breath, looked at him, and almost laughed again.

Nod silently.

Silently, he put a little more noodles into the pot.

He stirred it with chopsticks.

But what came to my mind was that when Ji Lin was an athlete in the past, he strictly controlled his diet.

Now that he has retired, he is very particular about everything in the kitchen, from the condiments to the rice and noodles he eats and the ingredients in the refrigerator.

He retired without fulfilling his dream. He must be unwilling to accept it and unable to change those habits.

He still remembered that when he was in high school, Ji Lin said that he would win the Olympic championship in the future and even gave the gold medal to him to touch.

……

After cooking the noodles, Ling Zhao looked at the pot of noodles. Even though he was not hungry, he had to eat with Ji Lin.

"Let me do it, don't get burned." Ji Lin took the initiative to step forward and picked up the pot. Ling Zhao took out chopsticks and bowls from the cupboard and followed him.

Ling Zhao put down the bowl and chopsticks and reached back to untie his apron.

After Ji Lin sat down, he saw Ling Zhao fiddling with his hands for a long time. He stood up and asked, "What's wrong? Can't you untie it?"

As he said that, he stepped forward and said, "I'll help you."

Ling Zhao said hurriedly: "No need."

As he spoke, he turned around, trying to avoid Ji Lin, but Ji Lin was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He pulled him over, forced him to turn around, and used his hands to untie the knot tied with the apron strings.

"You can't see, and after a long time of unbuttoning, the noodles are all clumped up."

Ling Zhao couldn't untie it just now, and was a little anxious. He grabbed the apron belt with his hand, but unexpectedly pulled the hem up a little.

Ji Lin's gaze fell on a small section of the tender white waist under the hem of the dress. His hands paused and his breathing became disordered.

He closed his eyes deeply and tried to recite the Heart Purification Mantra silently, only to then remember that he had never memorized it.

He admitted that he liked Ling Zhao, but he would never allow himself to go to that point.

There are many ways to express love.

It's not impossible to guard silently.

As a result, the more he hinted at himself, the more he couldn't help but look at that small piece of tender white waist.

The more irregular his breathing became, the less nimble his hands became in untying the knot.

"Is it done?" Ling Zhao was also a little anxious, as if he was worried about something. He grabbed the hem of his clothes and pulled it down. Then he realized that his waist was exposed. He quickly grabbed his hands and pulled it down with force.

He was just about to turn around to see Ji Lin's reaction.

Ji Lin pressed his shoulder and turned him back, saying in a hoarse voice, "Don't move, untie it quickly."

Ling Zhao's face turned pale and red. It seemed that Ji Lin didn't notice anything.

It's just a little bit, and it's at the back, so the features are not obvious.

Ji Lin was sweating profusely, but the knot was getting tighter and tighter. There was a faint fragrance on Ling Zhao's body, which made him want to get closer.

He resisted the urge. In the current atmosphere, if he didn't say anything, he would appear guilty.

"Did you eat the candy?" he asked in a low voice.

The voice seemed to be right beside his ear. Ling Zhao tensed up, "Ah?"

There was a glass window next to the restaurant. At this moment, the window reflected the figures of two people who seemed to be overlapping. Ji Lin was standing behind him, and the warmth of the angle made it seem as if his whole body was sticking to him.

He couldn't help but get nervous and subconsciously took a step forward.

But Ji Lin pulled him back.

Ji Lin sighed, "I also smelled that sweet smell on you when I was in high school. You said it was from eating candy."

"Ah... yes, I was bored at the airport, so I ate a few."

Ji Lin laughed softly, his cheeks flushed, "You're so old, and you still eat candy."

"Eat if you want."

This reason is really irrefutable.

After a few words, he was distracted, and his previous urge to get closer to him was also dissipated a lot.

But when his hands continued to unbutton the knot, his agile mind seemed to freeze at this moment, stuck on the image of Ling Zhao's fair waist.

He took a deep breath and cursed everything he could in his mind.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, turned around, opened the drawer of the sideboard, took out a pair of scissors, and cut the apron strap directly.

The tension in his heart broke, and Ji Lin breathed quietly as if he had run a marathon, and pulled the apron off Ling Zhao.

"You eat first, I'm going to the bathroom."

Ji Lin turned around and strode into the bathroom, closed the door, turned on the faucet, and splashed water on his face.

He looked at himself in the mirror with slightly hot cheeks, and a voice sounded in his mind: Ji Lin, you are in trouble.

Not only are you a homosexual, you're also a pervert!

When Ji Lin returned to the restaurant, Ling Zhao had already filled the bowl in front of him with noodles and put two poached eggs in it.

I only fried two poached eggs in total.

After Ji Lin sat down, he picked up one of the poached eggs without saying a word and put it in Ling Zhao's bowl.

Ling Zhao held the chopsticks, glanced at him, then lowered his head and ate the noodles in silence.

The two sat facing each other, and neither of them spoke.

Ji Lin didn't say anything because he was worried that once he opened his mouth, he would reveal his thoughts. Ling Zhao was so innocent and clean, and also timid. What if he was frightened by his thoughts?

Ling Zhao didn't say anything because he didn't know what topic to talk about. He was usually a man of few words.

The two of them finished their bowl of noodles in silence.

Ling Zhao didn't eat any more. He didn't expect Ji Lin to actually finish the remaining noodles in the pot.

How hungry is he?

It’s not that the noodles are so delicious that Ji Lin can challenge the limits of his stomach, but that he has a "dirty" mind and feels guilty, so he can only find something to do.

I ate too much without realizing it.

Ji Lin put the dishes into the kitchen and Ling Zhao threw them into the dishwasher.

He said to Ji Lin, "It's getting late. I'm going back first. You should go to bed early."

Ji Lin nodded, "I'll take you there."

As a result, when the door was opened, it started raining outside.

At this time, Ji Lin said: "How about you stay here tonight."