I swept the entertainment circle with the medicine pot

Xuan Mingcheng scooped up all the vegetable leaves and put them in the water drain next to him, and turned around embarrassedly.

Washing vegetables is really difficult.

Yao Wangyou came back to his senses, walked in front of the man with a smile, unbuttoned the cuff buttons of Xuan Mingcheng's shirt, and folded his sleeves up a few times: "Fold the sleeves when you wash the vegetables, otherwise it will be a mess." Clothes get wet."

Xuan Mingcheng lowered his head, traced Yao Wangyou's facial features with his eyes, and couldn't help but say, "The medicine jar..."

He was startled when the sound came out.

Yao Wangyou's hands paused, and he raised his head—the man's voice was low and full of lust, like a lover whispering in his ear, revealing his devouring side unabashedly.

"Well?"

"Then what, the dishes...have I washed them?" Xuan Mingcheng was suddenly a little timid at the clean but evasive eyes of Shangyao Wangyou, and pointed to the piles of food in the water drain beside him. Green cabbage leaves.

Yao Wangyou wanted to say that Aunt Xiang had already washed it clean, all he needed to do was rinse the water, but seeing Xuan Mingcheng's expectant expression, he smiled and nodded: "It's very clean."

Xuan Mingcheng scratched his head, and his tone became complacent again: "That is, I must be clean after washing."

At this moment, a strange voice sounded between the two

goo... goo...

"Ahem..." Xuan Mingcheng turned his head away in embarrassment, rubbing his stomach with one hand.

Yao Wangyou smiled and asked, "Are you hungry?" His stomach growled so loudly.

"Okay, you go out and wait for a while, it's almost done." Yao Wangyou patted Xuan Mingcheng's shoulder, indicating that the next work should be done by yourself.

Xuan Mingcheng was awkward, pushed a few steps away by Yao Wangyou and then walked back: "It's okay, I can help you."

"It's okay, I..." Yao Wangyou was halfway through speaking, and suddenly he became playful again. He took a look at Xuan Mingcheng, rolled his eyes, and said deliberately, "I will finish it by myself soon."

The implication is that you are dragging me down here.

After finishing speaking, Yao Wangyou closed his mouth, quietly waiting for the man's reaction.

Xuan Mingcheng froze in place, with his hands hanging by his sides, his expression a bit pitiful.He actually knew that he couldn't help here, but it was inevitable that he would be a little bit shocked when Yao Wangyou said it himself.

Yao Wangyou saw that those usually charming eyes had been replaced by innocence and grievance, Xuan Mingcheng drooped his head, let out an annoyed "Oh", turned and walked out, rubbing his hands In the heart, the sound of raw fish being put into the oil pan came from behind, which was extremely ear-piercing.

This medicine jar hates me!

"and many more."

Although Xuan Mingcheng felt extremely wronged, he still stopped, but he didn't look back.

Does he also want to save face?

"I'm a little tired." Yao Wangyou licked his mouth and said to the man.

Xuan Mingcheng turned around in confusion, could it be that the medicine jar was willing to stay and help again?He stared and slowly walked in front of him, looked up at his Yao Wangyou, somewhat confused about what he meant.

Yao Wangyou sighed, usually he is not very good at flirting, why didn't he go on the road at the critical moment?Seeing that Xuan Mingcheng was still puzzled, Yao Wangyou had no choice but to wrap his arms around his neck. On the soft earlobe, crimson ran out arrogantly, proclaiming how shy and nervous the owner of this body is at the moment.

"Give me some motivation..." Before Yao Wangyou finished speaking, he was kissed by the man who suddenly became enlightened.

It was just a shallow kiss, Yao Wangyou pushed Xuan Mingcheng away after kissing for a while, turned around and went to the stove and turned over the fish that had been fried for a long time. Slightly turned outwards, it exudes a tempting burnt aroma.

"I'm going to work." Yao Wangyou pursed her lips, rubbed against each other, then stuck out her tongue to lick.

This time, he didn't let Xuan Mingcheng go, and Xuan Mingcheng tacitly didn't ask if he could stay here, but walked to the other side of the console, pulled a chair and sat down to avoid obstructing him.

Xuan Mingcheng propped his elbows on the countertop, resting his chin on Yao Wangyou, without making a sound.Yao Wangyou didn't intentionally find a topic, and started cooking wholeheartedly, but every time the two of them met their eyes, that person would always wink his eyes at him, or lick his lips ambiguously, which made his heart itch.

Yao Wangyou simply fried a few home-cooked dishes just like when he lived with the master before. On the stove next to him, the clay pot was boiling, and the bottom of the pot was licked hot by the blue tongue of fire, and the water mist The smell of fresh fish wafted out and spread in the huge kitchen.

As soon as Yao Wangyou put the fried garlic moss out of the pan and put it on a plate, a tall figure approached her side.

"Let me do it."

He handed the plate to Xuan Mingcheng, looked at the back of the man holding the sides of the plate and carefully serving the dishes, smiled and started to work again.

Xuan Mingcheng walked to the restaurant, put the dishes on the dining table, looked around to make sure that Yao Wangyou hadn't followed, then carefully stretched out his fingers to pick up a piece of garlic moss and put it in his mouth, squinted his eyes and began to taste.

With such an imageless appearance, I must not let the medicine jar see it!

As a result, he couldn't stop after taking a bite. Aunt Xiang usually cooks the dishes at home. Even though Xuan Mingcheng has always been obsessed with Yao Wangyou's craftsmanship, let him cook more soup. After all, he is not so tired. Not that much smoke.Speaking of which, this is the first time that Xuan Mingcheng actually eats the food made by Yao Wangyou.

However, he knew that the medicine jar was good at stewing medicinal soup, but he didn't expect that the cooking skills of stir-frying were so good.

The sound of oil exploding in the kitchen and the sound of spatulas clashing continued, and the man in the apron smiled, pouring his little sweetness into the dishes he cooked with all his heart.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Xuan Mingcheng, who was overeating, quickly took out a tissue to wipe his mouth and hands, then walked around Yao Wangyou who was walking out with two dishes, and quickly walked into the kitchen.

"I'm going to serve the meal!"

Yao Wangyou put down the plate in his hand, looked at the plate of fried pork with garlic moss that was obviously missing a corner on the table, and shook his head helplessly.

Whose fool steals and only eats one side, it's too obvious.

After thinking about it, Yao Wangyou sighed helplessly and somewhat proudly.

Come on, my idiot.

"time to eat."

Yao Wangyou turned her head, and saw Xuan Mingcheng coming out of the kitchen with two bowls on one left and one on the right: "Here, your appetite."

The snow-white rice grains were plump and crystal-clear, filling about two-thirds of the entire bowl, which happened to be the amount I usually ate, no more, no less, showing how meticulously the man usually observes.

Yao Wangyou sat down at the dining table with a smile on her face, watching the man pinch the rim of the bowl with his bony and slender fingers, and put the bowl of rice in front of her.

The feeling of being served by Xuan Mingcheng for the first time seems to be not bad?

While eating, Xuan Mingcheng listened to Yao Wangyou and asked himself: "When did you become interested in cooking?"

He swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "I'm not very interested."

Naturally, he is not interested in cooking at all, he is only interested in cooking for Wangyou.

It's good that Yao Wangyou didn't mention it, but when this matter was brought up, Xuan Mingcheng's temper came up again.

This medicine jar just teased me on purpose!

He stuffed a chopstick of garlic moss into his mouth, chewed it as if venting, and said inarticulately: "I'm still more interested in eating."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Xuan Mingcheng glared at the smiling Yao Wangyou: "Tsk what?"

"I didn't expect that Mr. Xuan would condescend and condescend to cook, huh?" Yao Wangyou glanced at him teasingly, and saw that the man felt uncomfortable, and his handsome face turned red with anger.

Xuan Mingcheng snorted: "It's not all your fault!"

Yao Wangyou looked at the arrogant Xuan Mingcheng, and lowered his head to eat helplessly, thinking that this guy is also fun, when he teases him, he has endless tricks, and if he teases him twice, he will die.

Blame yourself?It's for yourself!

The two had their own thoughts, and for a while there was only the sound of the collision of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Xuan Mingcheng was naively thinking about how to "fight back", when the words "I'm so thirsty" came into his ears.

"What would you like to drink?"

After Xuan Mingcheng stood up, he realized that he could no longer control his instincts.

"Yogurt is fine." Yao Wangyou suppressed a smile, and winked at Xuan Mingcheng, "I want the original flavor, the others are too sweet."

In the past, Yao Wangyou was often praised by his elders for being cute, a large part of the reason was because his eyes were big, round, bright and energetic like a cat.

He always said that the eyes are easy to express, and Xuan Mingcheng didn't know if it was true, he only knew that he was dizzy from being blinked by Yao Wangyou, and when he woke up again, he had already returned with two bottles of yogurt.

Yao Wangyou watched with a smile as Xuan Mingcheng screwed up the bottle cap for him and handed over the yogurt. After taking two sips, his chin was picked up by the man's fingers.

"It's delicious, you can eat it all in your mouth, there's no way to eat it." Xuan Mingcheng grabbed a tissue and frizzily wiped his mouth with Wangyou, feeling that his throat was a little tight.

As soon as he looked at it, he remembered the time he bought coconut milk jelly for Wangyou, and the medicine jar was the same at that time, so he had to get up to wash his underwear the next morning.

Yao Wangyou didn't know what Xuan Mingcheng was thinking, he took the paper towel and wiped his mouth in puzzlement, after thinking for a while, he still felt that he was eating very politely, he always chewed slowly.

Where is there no one to eat?

Xuan Mingcheng himself, on the other hand, did not eat, sleep or speak a single word!You also have to chat with yourself when you eat, and it’s fine to be entangled in the whole person when you sleep, and sometimes you have to nest in your chest and call for medicine jars in a daze...

Thinking of the side face of the man when he was asleep, Yao Wangyou felt a little hot on his face.

A meal is said to be fast but not fast.

After Yao Wangyou took a shower, she took the medicine to the master bedroom, but Xuan Mingcheng was still in the bathroom.

Listening to the sound of rushing water, some scenes began to appear in Yao Wangyou's head. Although he had seen it when he was giving Xuan Mingcheng a massage, and when he was applying medicine, but if it was just after taking a bath...

Yao Wangyou thought about it, and the scene in his mind came true.

"The wound seems to be getting better." Xuan Mingcheng wiped his hair with a bath towel in one hand. In order to make it easier for Wangyou to take the medicine, he didn't wear pajamas, only a pair of underpants and walked out.

As for whether there are other purposes, Yao Wangyou has no way of knowing, and he doesn't have the heart to know now.

Xuan Mingcheng's hair was still dripping with water, dripping onto his body, and the crystal drops of water slid down the fine lines.Following the man's movements, the fine muscles twisted slightly, making the curves more obvious. Yao Wangyou saw the figure from the face and saw the two legs and...

His mouth was a little dry, so he had no choice but to turn around to get the medicine on the bedside table, and he did not forget to remind Xuan Mingcheng: "Remember to dry the wound with a towel, and I will apply the medicine to you."

This night, Yao Wangyou kept his eyes open and looked at the ceiling. In the middle of the night, he was locked in his arms by the man's long arms and long legs, and his waist touched a scorching hot spot, which made his legs go limp. I dare not even move.

"Well, the medicine jar..."

The person next to him rubbed against him twice again, causing Yao Wangyou's hair to stand on end. Looking at the tighter and tighter arms around his body, he couldn't laugh or cry.

Thinking of Xuan Mingcheng's soft and hard way to stay tonight, Yao Wangyou felt that he might have to spend some time in the future to get used to Xuan Mingcheng's strange sleeping position.

The author has something to say: hhhhh, do you think that Xuan will always soak the whole vegetable in water, or tear off the leaves

Actually, I thought about writing this

But I can't be more affectionate

Anyway, Mr. Xuan can also make sand sculptures in other places

There are not many opportunities to be affectionate (not...)

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