The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

Song Ruan dug out the homework book, contacted a good-quality vegetable farmer, and discussed the details of the vegetable price, delivery time, etc., and when these things were almost handled, he went back to the restaurant.

As soon as he entered the lobby and saw the sparse guests, Song Ruan suddenly felt something was wrong.

His hunch has always been accurate, just like the basket of vegetables just now.He looked around, but no matter how he looked, he didn't notice anything wrong.

Song Ruan thought for a while, knocked on the counter, and asked Zhang Shusheng, who was working hard to settle accounts, "Has Yang Yuan come out?"

"Young Master Yang?"

Zhang Shusheng looked at him blankly, thought for a while and replied, "No, I haven't seen him come out."

"understood."

Song Ruan nodded slightly, turned around, quickly opened the curtain and walked through the small door, then gently pushed open the wooden door of the kitchen.

Both pots were placed on the stove, and the hot and fiery tongues were bubbling inside, burning the bottom of the pot fervently. After the cold water was heated, it made a gurgling sound.The house was filled with steam and mist, making everything blurry and difficult to see clearly.

Yang Yuan was sitting by the stove with a small mat - judging from his current height, this bench was a little too small. Song Ruan saw that he folded his legs and sat on it like a tangle of limbs long-haired animal.

He was holding a handful of firewood in his hand, and when he saw that the flame was a little short, he threw it into it, humming an intermittent tune.

He turned his head and saw that it was Song Ruan, so he waved his hand.

Song Ruan's heart fell firmly in his stomach, he walked over, knelt down next to Yang Yuan, and said hesitantly, "I thought..."

"Why do you think?"

Song Ruan was silent for a while, then shook her head, "It's nothing."

He stroked Yang Yuan's smooth long hair again, and found another topic, "Where have you been these days? You've grown taller than me since you came back."

He was almost as tall as a head, and the boy he was looking down on suddenly turned into a man taller than himself, and it was impossible not to regret it.Song Ruan feels that he can slightly understand the psychology of some parents. Taking care of a child is like growing vegetables. You are busy pouring fertilizer and removing insects. When it is still a young seedling, you look forward to it every day. grow up; when he grows up with difficulty, he will soon be chased away by a pig, and he feels reluctant to give up as a parent.

"..."

Yang Yuan saw him wandering off into the sky, and muttered a lot in his heart.The mood couldn't help being a little complicated, he wanted to interrupt Song Ruan several times, and emphasized the age of the two of them again, but he saw Song Ruan's worried expression again, after thinking about it, he decided not to hit the other party.

He raised his hand slowly, turned his palm to face the ground, and white butterflies came out of his palm and fell to the ground, transforming into a small bench.Yang Yuan patted the transformed bench and signaled Song Ruan to come and sit.

If this was the case in the past, Song Ruan would definitely put up his face on purpose to scold Yang Yuan, but now that Yang Yuan is familiar with life in the world, he will not make the same common sense mistakes as before. Not a 'person', it would be bad to restrain him too much.

Yang Yuan watched Song Ruan take the ponytail over and sat obediently next to him, and couldn't help but soften in his heart, "I've gone back to my hometown for a few days."

"go back home?"

Song Ruan was a little surprised. Before that, he had never heard Yang Yuan mention anything about "family", nor did he mention his parents, brothers and sisters.

"Ah."

Yang Yuan didn't hide it this time, "The aura over there is more abundant, which is convenient for me to practice. Do you remember the last time I grew taller? That was a sign that I was about to break through, so I went back to retreat for several days this time. "

It turned out to be the case.

Song Ruan lowered his head to look at the flames scurrying in front of him, a section of black hair fell down along the curved arc of his neck, and fell on his neck, commensurate with his fair complexion, making it even more fragile and beautiful.

His brows and eyes were soft, and with a groan, he hinted very weakly, "You can tell me before you leave next time... The store has been very busy recently, and you will almost be overwhelmed when you leave."

Yang Yuan turned his head and took a deep look at him, as if he didn't understand at all, "But I occasionally have something I want to do, so I can't stay here all the time."

Song Ruan was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously twisted his fingers together, "I mean, you can ask me for a vacation, or something..."

"You can't ask for a lifetime leave if you ask for leave."

Yang Yuan's tone was calm, but his heart was not calm at all. When he saw Song Ruan looking at him with those warm eyes and holding his own with those slender hands, he felt a little uncontrollable.

He paused and said intentionally, "I think you should hire a few more people. After all, I can help you for a year, ten years, but I can't help you for a lifetime."

"..."

Song Ruan opened his mouth slightly, at first he only thought it was a joke, but when Yang Yuan finished speaking, the blood on his face slowly receded, and even his trembling lips were slightly white.

He really didn't expect that it was a simple chat topic, but the answer he got was such an embarrassing one.

'It can help you for one year, it can help you for ten years, but it can't help you for a lifetime. '

So, in your eyes, am I such a person?

Embarrassing, unbearable.

It felt like a tiny needle had been stuck in my heart, numb and painful.

Obviously the two of them were standing by the fire, but the scorching heat seemed to separate them from him. It was so cold that they made their limbs a little stiff.

Yang Yuan saw Song Ruan's eye sockets slowly turning red, he was really angry, not only his fingertips were trembling, but even his voice was trembling, "I, I didn't ask for your help."

There were only a few words in this sentence, but he seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his body.

He took a deep breath and continued to speak intermittently, with a bit of determination in his voice, "If you don't want to stay here, just leave."

"..."

Yang Yuan looked at him steadfastly, her gaze swept from his trembling fingertips to his slightly trembling shoulders, and then to his red eyes, like a rabbit, they looked fragile, soft, and easy to get close to, but they were clumsy and clumsy. He was dull, and couldn't understand the irony at all, but subconsciously avoided possible dangers, with red eyes, kicking two hind legs, and ran to his nest slowly.

Sure enough, he was still thinking wrong. In this case, it is better to be more realistic.

"Don't you understand?"

Yang Yuan grabbed Song Ruan's wrist with just enough strength, like a shackle covered with fur, which would not let his prey escape from his hands, nor would the shackle hurt a little. The possibility of his sweetheart.

His eyes were gloomy, like a waterfall jumping down from a cliff in the middle of the night, rapidly pouring this turbulent flow into his pupils, as if he could hear the roaring sound of the waves just by looking at his eyes.

His tone was not as cold as before, it was much lower and gentler, and it was mixed with pampering and helplessness that could be easily detected, "I said just now, judging from the current situation, I will only stay here for ten years. Ten years later, you and I will have nothing to do with each other."

"so what?"

Song Ruan's mind was already sensitive, but now he built a high wall for himself in an instant, and coldly isolated Yang Yuan from the wall.

Yang Yuan ignored it, he took a deep breath, and slowly spit out what he hadn't finished speaking just now, "I mean, we can continue in another way, if you want, I can use a new identity Stay by your side, live with you, die with you. As long as you live, I will accompany you as far as you go.”

"I--"

Song Ruan's mind is in a mess now, and his wrist is still tightly held, so that he doesn't have the heart to analyze the meaning of Yang Yuan's words. Just as he was about to answer hastily, Yang Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand, index finger Gently tapped on his lips.

"Wait a minute, think about it carefully, and don't answer me in a hurry."

Yang Yuan quickly raised his hand to stop the other party's words. His breathing was a little short, and his forehead and cheeks felt a little hot. When he spoke the second half of the sentence, he even had tinnitus, so that he couldn't speak the second half of the sentence. Not sure if I said it, if my voice was loud enough for Song Ruan to hear.

He took several deep breaths back and forth, but his heart was still beating violently, as if many people were holding countless snare drums, drilled into his chest, and beat violently between his ribs hastily, Even unconsciously, he loosened the wrist that was restraining Song Ruan.

Not only he was flustered, but also Song Ruan.

He was on the point of crying out of anger at Yang Yuan's remarks just now, but he didn't expect Yang Yuan's attitude to change abruptly, and he said some strange things to him in a more gentle tone than usual... …

Obviously, every word of Yang Yuan's words is extremely correct, and the speed of speech is so slow that he can completely hear it clearly, but why, when these words are combined, they become meanings that he can't understand at all?

What does the new identity mean?

What was their previous identity?Is it a contractual relationship?Then what is Yang Yuan wanting to change?Be it friends, family, or...

He suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Song Ruan raised his head in a daze, half a drop of tears still clinging to the corners of his eyes, looking extraordinarily innocent and confused on his eyelashes.

"I really don't know whether to say you are stupid or that you are too smart?"

Yang Yuan looked softly at the tear in the corner of Song Ruan's eye, and couldn't help lowering his head, warm breath on Song Ruan's cheek, now the distance between him and the tear is only a finger's width away length.

However, just as he was about to kiss him, he saw Song Ruan's eyelashes tremble imperceptibly.

He smiled lightly, finally restrained himself, slowly got up, stretched out his thumb to wipe away the teardrop, "So, what do you think?"

"..."

Now Song Ruan knows that the new identity Yang Yuan wants to obtain is not a contract relationship, not a friend, and not a shitty brother. He stayed by my side for so long because...

He wants to have a relationship with me, it's that simple.