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"Husband." The boy called out without hesitation.

Wei Qing's heart felt hot, and his lower abdomen was tense.

"Husband, husband." Yan Chuyang leaned over with a smile, hugged him again, and whispered in the man's ear on tiptoe: "Husband, husband, husband..."

"Cough!" Wei Qing choked, hurriedly pushed the person away, and said with a straight face, "It's fine."

If he kept shouting, he was afraid that he would go into the bathroom and take another cold shower.

Yan Chuyang hummed, stretched out his hand and said, "Just now I yelled eleven times, just give me one hundred thousand, and the last one is for nothing."

Wei Qing snorted and knocked the boy's hand away: "I'm in such a hurry, after breakfast, I'll ask my assistant to transfer it to your phone."

Yan Chuyang nodded heavily: "Thank you."

Wei Qing turned his head, opened the lid of the pot and glanced at the dishes, and while putting the seasoning in the pot, he hummed and said, "I said, why do you come into the kitchen early in the morning, kissing and hugging, I haven't been so proactive before, It turned out that he was looking for money from me."

"Can you stop making me so utilitarian?" Yan Chuyang leaned against the door frame, looked at the man's deep and handsome side face, and said softly: "I will remember all the money you gave me, and I will pay you back in the future. "

"What do you pay back?" Wei Qing put out the fire, put the vegetables in the pot on a plate and said, "I still have the prize money of more than 200 million yuan from your comic exhibition competition. I gave you these, originally It's your thing."

"No." Yan Chuyang shook his head, "I have already given you the more than 200 million yuan, and it is your money."

Wei Qing frowned: "What do I want your money for? I just save it for you."

"Oh." Yan Chuyang became anxious all of a sudden, "I said, the money is for you, I owe you that, and I should have paid it back to you,"

The man froze suddenly, and after a long silence, he turned his head, looked into the boy's eyes and said, "When will you owe me money?"

Yan Chuyang's eyes flickered, and he murmured, "Well... Anyway, just leave it alone, as long as I owe you."

The atmosphere suddenly condensed.

Wei Qing's lips were pursed into a line, and the light in his eyes was like cold Tan, cold and clear.

Without realizing it, Yan Chuyang took the plate from his hand and said, "I'll bring the dishes to the restaurant first, you can come out to eat after washing your hands."

Wei Qing didn't speak.

The boy turned and went out.

The kitchen was quiet. After a long silence, Wei Qing threw the shovel in his hand into the sink with a bang. The aluminum alloy handle of the shovel was slightly deformed by him.

Breakfast is shrimp and greens, corn bacon quiche, potato ribs soup, and oatmeal with milk.

Yan Chuyang took a sip of milk and oatmeal, looked up at his watch, and shouted to the people who were still in the kitchen: "Wei Qing, haven't you cleaned up yet? Breakfast is getting cold."

No one responded in the kitchen. After a long silence, the man brought out a small casserole from the kitchen with a blank expression.

Seeing him coming out, Yan Chuyang quickly raised his finger and pointed to the tableware on the table: "This is what I took for you. I served the meal for you, and I also brought you vegetables."

Wei Qing hummed heavily, put the casserole in the middle of the table and sat down.

Yan Chuyang glanced at the casserole curiously: "There are already so many dishes, why is there still a casserole? What are you cooking again?"

"Noodle."

"Noodle?"

Yan Chuyang frowned, stood up and opened the lid of the casserole, looked at the bright yellow and golden casserole noodles inside, swallowed and said, "Why do you want to eat noodles in the morning?"

"I am willing." Wei Qing stretched his arms, took chopsticks and a small spoon to fill a small half bowl of noodles from the casserole, and snorted, "Who stipulates that you can't eat noodles in the morning?"

"I didn't say you can't eat it." Yan Chuyang wrinkled his nose and sat down, humming, "Why do you think you're starting to argue with me again?"

Wei Qing didn't speak, just lowered his head and ate noodles gracefully with chopsticks.

Yan Chuyang stared at him.

Wei Qing is good-looking, and he looks good when he eats, especially when eating noodles, his lips are moving, which is very eye-catching.

Staring and staring, Yan Chuyang suddenly felt something was wrong, frowned, looked down at the face in the man's bowl and said, "No way, how familiar is this face?"

"what?"

Yan Chuyang took the Wei Qing bowl, pulled it twice with chopsticks, looked at the two vegetables and the width of the noodles at the bottom of the bowl, and said in a daze, "Is this the noodles I made last night?"

"Oh." Wei Qing sneered, "Are you sure you did it? Take a look at the appearance, smell the smell, do you think you could do it?"

"But...it must be made by me!" Yan Chuyang insisted, "When I made it last night, there was only a handful of handmade noodles in the refrigerator, so I put them all in the pot. Aunt Wang will add more to the refrigerator at noon. Things, there is no dried noodles in the refrigerator now, how could you make a handful of dried noodles out of thin air?"

Wei Qing didn't speak, but still lowered his head, taking small bites of noodles with chopsticks in a reserved manner.

Yan Chuyang stared at it for a while, humming and leaned over, and said shamelessly, "The noodles I made are delicious."

Wei Qing snorted: "After I processed it, are you sure it's still your original one?"

Yan Chuyang snorted: "Let me taste it, I don't think it tastes like what I made!"

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, took two pieces of noodles with chopsticks and sent them to the boy's mouth.

Yan Chuyang opened his mouth and ate it.

Ok……

What he did last night is indeed one day at a time.

He cooked it for a short time last night, and the noodles were a bit raw. After secondary processing in Weiqing casserole, the noodles became smooth, tender, fragrant, and delicious.

More importantly, Wei Qing put a lot of ingredients in it, such as eggs, dried shrimps, vegetables, fuel consumption...

Alas, it is delicious anyway.

"How about it?"

"Hmm..." Yan Chuyang swallowed the noodles with a slightly embarrassed expression, wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and said vaguely, "Isn't this the same smell as I made last night? It hasn't changed at all. In fact, I think , there are some seasonings that you add are not suitable, like dried shrimps, you shouldn’t put them, it will affect..."