The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

"Huh? He is..."

The surrounding area was quiet and silent, even though Yang Yuan lowered his voice on purpose, the voice was extraordinarily clear to the other person's ears.

Song Ruan stopped after listening to Yang Yuan's half-sentence, his heart directly rose to his throat, the pores of his whole body stood up nervously, and even his voice became tense, "What's wrong with him?"

Yang Yuan didn't make a sound, he put one hand lightly on the window paper, and looked at the small hole quietly for a while.

From this angle, Song Ruan could only see his neat lines and curves, his tall nose bridge and long eyelashes like a small fan.

Yang Yuan straightened up after a long time, touched his chin, there was no special expression on his face, and he didn't directly answer Song Ruan's question, but stretched out a hand to Song Ruan, "Let's go."

"Walk?"

Song Ruan was taken aback for a moment, he subconsciously looked at Mr. Xu in the room, his eyes widened slightly, "Now?"

"Yes, let's go now."

Yang Yuan didn't explain much.

Before Song Ruan could react, he saw a pair of warm palms reaching out and gently covering his eyes, and the other hand wrapped around his waist.At the same time, there was another faint sound of wind in his ears.

When Yang Yuan took his palm away, Song Ruan subconsciously rubbed his eyes, opened his eyes again, and saw Yang Yuan walking to the gate of Xu's mansion, bent down and picked up the tea boxes one by one.

"..."

Sweat broke out on Song Ruan's forehead, and he asked worriedly, "Can I talk about it now? Is Mr. Xu okay? Is he really sick? Is he seriously ill?"

The question was thrown like a cannonball. Yang Yuan first tidied up the boxes in his hands, then looked up at him, and replied unhurriedly, "I'm sick. But it's nothing serious."

Song Ruan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, "That's okay."

"It's just that there is no taboo in the food, it's just poisoned." Yang Yuan said.

"Poisoned, poisoned??"

Song Ruan widened his eyes slightly, pointed to the room, and then pointed to Yang Yuan. He didn't expect to be poisoned, so his voice was a little stuttering, "You mean Mr. Xu was poisoned?? What's going on? ...No, no, we should go save him now."

"Save what? It's not necessary."

Yang Yuan raised one hand and pressed Song Ruan's shoulder, comforting him, "Although he has been poisoned, the toxicity is minimal, it will only make him feel unwell, and it's nothing serious."

What's more, he just took Song Ruan away quickly when he heard the sound of someone walking towards that house.If we go back now, wouldn't we just bump into each other?

"..."

Song Ruan rubbed his eyebrows, his nerves suddenly relaxed, and he looked at Yang Yuan angrily and funny.

He was going to be so pissed off by this brat, he always half-spoken, just like teasing you, and he didn't forget to throw a meth at the end.In the end, when you were scared to death, he told you with an innocent face that what you just threw was a fake penis, so don’t be afraid.

He was so courageous, it seemed that he had to skip a meal as punishment.

Song Ruan nodded in satisfaction, very satisfied with his punishment, and asked casually, "By the way, what did Mr. Xu eat to become so sick?"

As he spoke, he touched his back subconsciously. He had a false alarm just now, and his back was already sweating.Now being blown by the wind, the skin soaked in sweat exudes a trace of coolness.

He pinned the broken hair that fell in front of his eyes behind his ears, revealing a smooth forehead, cheeks like jade, a high nose bridge, and lips like peach blossoms.

Yang Yuan's eyes were deep, he grabbed his sleeve and wiped Song Ruan's slightly sweaty face, his tone was casual, but his eyes and movements were serious, as if wiping Song Ruan's sweat was the only thing he could do. It's a real big deal, "What else can I eat... Didn't you cook sweet-scented osmanthus fish at noon? This person ate hawthorn later. These two can't be eaten together, otherwise it will cause diarrhea and vomiting."

"I see."

It was the first time Song Ruan heard this kind of statement, and she sighed slightly, "At least Mr. Xu doesn't have to die because of that mouth, he can be regarded as surviving a catastrophe, and there must be future blessings."

"There must be future blessings? That's not necessarily the case."

Yang Yuan raised the right corner of his mouth slightly when he heard the words, showing a slightly cold smile, his eyes darkened, and the hand on Song Ruan's face stopped wiping sweat, and gently dropped the other side. The fallen black hair was pinned behind the ears.

He whispered softly, "Who do you think will give him hawthorn?"

Song Ruan was slightly taken aback, and in the blink of an eye, he suddenly blurted out, "You mean, Mrs. Xu?"

After he finished speaking, he was taken aback by his answer just now, "This, how is this possible..."

"How is this impossible? You have to know that the person closest to you is the person next to your pillow, and the person next to your pillow is also the person who is least defensive."

Yang Yuan still put that hand by his ear, fiddled with his fingertips and entangled the hair of the other party. Song Ruan had already been brought into the train of thought that Yang Yuan had set for him, and he didn't notice that it was too much Intimacy.

"Mr. Xu will only go to one restaurant a day, so after he has lunch with us, he may go to work or go to a banquet. We don't know. But when it gets dark, he will definitely go home."

Song Ruan was not stupid either, he continued the conversation with a murmur, "If our guess is true, then this can explain why the guard at the gate looks sour, Mr. Xu is seriously ill, and there is no one serving in front of the bed... ..."

He lowered his eyes slightly, gradually revealing a distressed expression.

Song Ruan really didn't expect that he only wanted to expand his business for himself, but inadvertently involved everyone in a suspected attempted murder incident, and they were the first to take the blame for the suspect.

No, exactly, only him.

"No," Song Ruan was not fully immersed in the lost emotions, he suddenly reacted, and asked anxiously, "If Mrs. Xu wants to kill Mr. Xu, then Mr. Xu is lying there alone, isn't it? Is it dangerous?"

Leaving aside his nonsense about seeing injustice and drawing swords to help, if Mr. Xu died and Mr. Chen lost his beloved general, he might not take his anger out on them, and it would even affect his family.

It doesn't matter that Song Ruan is in danger alone.But if it involves parents and elder brother...

"Yeah, it's dangerous."

Yang Yuan said, "His wife went to see him just now, if I hadn't pulled you in time, she would have found out."

"What did you say?"

Song Ruan took a deep breath, "Then Mr. Xu won't be..."

This is a living life!

"It's all right, he's all right, don't worry."

Yang Yuan saw that he seemed to be terribly frightened, his lips trembled a little, and that's why he regretted that he shouldn't be teasing Song Ruan.

He quickly corrected his attitude, and retracted his hand restlessly, but his eyes were still fixed on Song Ruan, afraid that he would be angry, and afraid that he would be surprised again, "If you don't want him to die, how can I let King Yan stay only He arrives at midnight?"

"I heard that he was still panting a long time ago, but I guess he ate too much hawthorn and vomited hard, so he was weak. Then I leaned over to take a look, and I saw that he was still lying there, but he was not asleep. , I closed my eyes and was thinking about something. After a while, I heard a woman walking softly, so I dragged you and ran away."

"But before I left, I moved a little bit, so that Mr. Xu can escape this disaster."

"..."

Seeing his doubtful expression, Yang Yuan knew he was wrong, and honestly raised three fingers, "I swear, this is all I know, and I have absolutely nothing to hide."

Seeing that Song Ruan hadn't spoken, he leaned over pitifully, only looking at him cautiously with those bright eyes.

"..."

Until this moment, Song Ruan's heart was completely in his stomach, he turned his head slightly, raised the corners of his eyes slightly, gave Yang Yuan a not-so-stern look, and sighed slowly, "You little villain .”

After speaking, I still felt not very relieved, so I couldn't help but put my hands on it, gently pulled Yang Yuan's ear, and taught him, "Don't make an example."

Song Ruan didn't know, he stood in the brightest place of the moonlight, turned his face slightly, showing the most beautiful arc, and whispered "little villain" to Yang Yuan softly, as if... acting like a baby.

"Don't you know I'm a little rascal?"

Yang Yuan laughed lightly, and took advantage of the situation to hold the hand that was pinching her ear. Her shoulders and arms were also close to Song Ruan's. The temperature of her body touched through the thin clothes, and they both felt each other's warmth.

"Of course I don't know."

Song Ruan pulled him towards home, and didn't mind Yang Yuan sticking to him at all. The corner of his mouth was raised, and the curved arc was much more beautiful than the silver moon hook, "You're not a little villain either. .”

It's just a little naughty, just a little bit, not a little villain at all.

He's still a teenager.

Just like countless parents who dote on their children, Song Ruan commented in his heart.

"I'm not a little villain? Then what am I?"

Yang Yuan took an inch and held Song Ruan's hand with one hand, while the other hung on the opponent's arm.He turned his head, with a smile on his face, and asked affectionately and curiously, "Tell me, what am I? Isn't it a little villain or a big villain?"

Yang Yuan saw that there was a smile on Song Ruan's mouth, but he didn't answer, so he became even more curious, so he stretched out his hand and scratched Song Ruan's waist, and asked like a bee, "What the hell is it?"

"You are such a big boy, are you still acting like a baby?"

Song Ruan's waist was the most ticklish, he quickly grabbed Yang Yuan's hand, "Okay, okay, let me say."

"You are neither a bad guy nor a good guy." He thought about it again, and smiled, "You are... a lamb."

"Little Yang? Lamb?"

Yang Yuan muttered his new name two or three times, contentedly withdrew his naughty hand, and continued to hold Song Ruan's arm, leaning on Song Ruan's body.

The joy and happiness in his tone could not be concealed, "Okay... shepherd, take your lamb home quickly."