Heat wave

"Here." Jiang Yan took out a plate of fried small yellow croakers. The plate must have just been washed with water, and when it was stretched out in front of Fang Yuanli, he even slapped Fang Yuanli's face with water.

Fang Yuanli wiped the water stains on his face in distaste, tilted his head back slightly, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but still refused to reach out to pick it up, "I don't want it."

The fried small yellow croaker doesn't look so bad. The skin of the fish is golden and crispy. You can still smell the fragrance, and it looks clean.

In fact, Fang Yuanli couldn't find any faults, he just did his best and didn't want to give Jiang Yan this face.

Jiang Yan thought he was being polite, but he was afraid that he would think it was not clean, so he superfluously explained: "It's not broken, it was blown up when my mother left, and I have a freezer at home."

Seeing that Fang Yuanli still didn't pick it up, Jiang Yan pushed the tray to Fang Yuanli's hand, turned around and walked out again.

"Watermelon, I grow it at home, and I'll cut it for you." After finishing speaking, Jiang Yan pulled out the knife and made a gesture to cut it down.

This weather is a good time for watermelons to ripen. I don't know where Jiang Yan got so much strength. He is holding the watermelon in one hand and holding the knife in the other. When the edge of the knife just touched the watermelon rind, he could hear the sound of the rind bursting.

Hearing that Fang Yuanli's scalp was numb, and goosebumps spread from the base of his ears to his whole body, he almost screamed, "I told you I won't eat it!"

This voice scared Jiang Yan's hands, he was at a loss as he held up the watermelon, how should he treat Fang Yuanli to satisfy him.

If you speak coldly, Fang Yuanli is colder than him, but if you speak warmly, Fang Yuanli still finds him annoying, which is really unpredictable.

After yelling, Fang Yuanli felt for the first time that he was making trouble for no reason, but he was as proud as him, how could he admit his mistake in front of Jiang Yan, and stammered, "I told you that if I don't eat it, you still cut it. After a while, the watermelon will flow all over the place, you Are you bothered..."

Fang Yuanli's voice became softer as he spoke, Jiang Mian was in a cloud of fog, after thinking about it, he still thought Fang Yuanli was too dirty.

"Then let me get you a spoon." Don't look at Jiang Yan's dumbfounded, he is completely action-oriented, and sometimes he doesn't listen to Fang Yuanli's opinions very much.

Take the watermelon as an example, he had his own understanding of Fang Yuanli's words, so he couldn't hear Fang Yuanli's refusal to eat it.

Self-consciously, he carried the watermelon out again, found a foreign porcelain bowl and dug out the flesh, put a spoon on it and handed it to Fang Yuanli again.

Everyone has done this, no matter how defiant Fang Yuanli is, he is too embarrassed to keep Jiang Yan from coming down.

Reluctantly, she took the foreign porcelain bowl and mixed it with the spoon.

The watermelon is very ripe, sandy, and has a sweet smell just by smelling it.

Seeing that Fang Yuanli was still sleepy, Jiang Yan comforted him again: "It's very sweet."

Fang Yuanli held the bowl, glanced up at him, and then slowly got off the bed. Jiang Yan followed behind him like a dog's skin plaster, and asked endlessly, "Aren't you going to eat it? It's really sweet. My family grows it. , is sweeter than rushing to the market.”

It's just a broken watermelon, there's nothing to be ashamed of, Fang Yuanli can't stand Jiang Yan's show off, think about what fruit he hasn't tasted before, a watermelon that costs a few cents a catty, usually he doesn't bother to open his mouth.

Fang Yuanli took a gouged look at Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan was looking at him radiantly, his eyes were full of expectation, he swallowed the vicious words again, and said viciously, "I'm not used to sitting on the bed and eating."

There are many people in the city and there are many rules, Jiang Yan understood, he hurriedly put the bench next to Fang Yuanli's legs, wiped the surface of the bench, sat down here just facing the table, "Then you sit here and eat."

Everything went according to Fang Yuanli's wishes, so he sat down and took a sip. As Jiang Yan said, it was very sweet and quenched his thirst.

In hot weather, watermelon is probably the most suitable fruit for this season.

But Young Master Fang's words of praise were not easy to express, and he said in a neutral tone: "Average."

If Fang Yuanli didn't get angry, he was doing his best to save face. Jiang Yan was a little happy, and with a smile on his face, he brought the little yellow croaker to Fang Yuanli's hand, "Then you eat this."

After all, the small yellow croaker was taken out of the refrigerator, fried or cold, Fang Yuanli has a young stomach, so he can't eat this kind of food at all.

He said impatiently: "I don't eat, I have diarrhea after eating."

"It's clean." He didn't know what was wrong with Jiang Yan, he thought he had so much face that Fang Yuanli had to betray him.

"It's cold, I've had diarrhea, don't you bother me!" The shame caused by Jiang Yan's attention just now disappeared, Fang Yuanli pushed the plate vigorously with his hand, and several small yellow croakers swung onto the table up.

It was fine a second ago, but if he didn't deal with a word, his face immediately changed, and Jiang Yan awkwardly took the little yellow croaker aside.

He usually eats like this. He didn't know that Fang Yuanli was so particular, and he was full of guilt even though he had done nothing wrong.

"Oh...then I'll heat it up for you next time."

Fang Yuanli didn't know why Jiang Yan was so persistent in letting him eat. He was so patient that he kept stuffing watermelon into his mouth, but he felt it was boring.

Fang Yuanli didn't answer any more, and Jiang Yan didn't have the eyesight yet, so he could talk vigorously on his own.

"My mother's fried small yellow croaker is also very delicious. She is not at home recently, otherwise you can come to our house for dinner."

Fang Yuanli snorted coldly, does he deserve to come to Jiang Fian's house for dinner?

This little yellow croaker is the size of a finger, there is nothing to eat, and it's not like no one in his family cooks for him, so he can eat whatever he wants.

I don't know if there is something missing in Jiang Yan's mind, Fang Yuanli ignored him all the time, and asked inexplicably, "Is your mother's cooking delicious?"

Fang Yuanli's hands froze, and he said nonchalantly: "My mother doesn't cook, and I have a nanny at home."

"Oh." Jiang Yan vaguely felt that he had asked the wrong question, touched his nose, and said nothing more.

He stood quietly aside, with his head down, peeking at Fang Yuanli eating watermelon. Fang Yuanli's lips were lighter in color, but now they were dyed bright red by the watermelon juice, and they were wet.

He handed the watermelon bite by bite, and when the spoon reached his mouth, Fang Yuanli slowly opened his mouth, and he could see the tip of his bright red tongue from time to time.

Fang Yuanli ate slowly, looked around for a piece of paper, and spat watermelon seeds onto the paper one by one.

Every movement is like a frame of painting, slowly making people scratch their heads, Jiang Yan doesn't understand why Fang Yuanli is so ink-stained, and why he is so attractive.

Just as Jiang Yan was fascinated by his thoughts, Wu Xia's voice became clearer and clearer, "Mr. Jiang, it's not the season to harvest pomelo. It's usually like summer. Will there be other fruits in the village?"

Jiang Yan glanced at the camera, most of Fang Yuanli's face was blocked by the equipment, he couldn't see Fang Yuanli's expression clearly, he just saw the Adam's apple sliding on the snow-white neck.

The tense and exciting feeling was exactly the same as when he peeked at Fang Yuanli back then.

"In our village..." Jiang Yan clenched his fists, "Many people grow their own watermelons, but they don't sell them very much, they just eat them at home in summer."

The person hiding behind the device moved, and his knuckles turned white when they pinched the device.

The tacit nervousness seemed contagious, and Jiang Yan even noticed that Fang Yuanli was not as arrogant and domineering as he was when he was a child.

The author says:

This is probably a story of licking a dog until the end. Licking a dog is not a derogatory term, but a joke about infatuation o(╥﹏╥)o