I don't think the plot is right!

It took a long time for Fang Jiashu to stop crying. He raised his head and found a large water stain on Song Yuan's shoulder, so he smiled embarrassedly. Get off, don't you think your legs are numb?"

As he spoke, he pulled Fang Jiashu up, only to hear his stomach gurgling.

Song Yuan laughed: "How long have you not eaten?"

"This... I haven't eaten much these days..."

"Hey, why do you always stutter when talking to me? Are you afraid of me?" Song Yuan couldn't help but interrupted.

Fang Jiashu remembered what Song Ange said, and joked to him: "I'm afraid, you are a gangster~haha."

Song Yuan didn't smile: "Did An Ge tell you?"

"Hmm." Seeing his sudden seriousness, Fang Jiashu answered seriously.

Seeing that he stopped smiling, Song Yuan thought he was frightened, so he changed his tone and said, "Don't listen to her nonsense, it's all about the older generation."

"What what? Is it true? Is it really a gangster?" Fang Jiashu suddenly became curious.

"Don't say it so badly, aren't you hungry? Sit down, I'll make you something to eat." Song Yuan changed the subject.

Fang Jiashu was taken aback: "Can you still cook?"

"It's still delicious, just wait obediently." Song Yuan smiled at him.

Fang Jiashu suddenly felt that he looked really good-looking when he smiled.

Song Yuan was silent after opening the refrigerator door.

"What do you eat every day?" He couldn't help asking, looking at the almost empty refrigerator.

"Just... eat noodles, it's very simple, saving time and effort." Fang Jiashu said frankly.

"..." Either stupid or lazy, Song Yuan rolled his eyes thinking this way.

Fortunately, there was still a bag of frozen clams. Fang Jiashu saw it and said, "Ah! I bought it at a discount from the supermarket the day before yesterday. I almost forgot about it!"

"Okay, then I'll make seafood noodles for you." Song Yuan said with a sigh of relief.

Seeing Song Yuan cutting green onions with a knife, Fang Jiashu couldn't help laughing again.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Yuan asked puzzled.

"It's funny for the underworld to cut green onions with knives, shouldn't they chop people with knives?" Fang Jiashu said with a giggle.

Song Yuan didn't smile, but said lightly: "I don't need to do those things myself..."

"...Are you scaring me..." Fang Jiashu interrupted him, and then couldn't help asking: "What do the underworld do all day long?"

Song Yuan boiled the water, looked up at him helplessly, and said, "Don't always belong to the underworld. My dad was only lending usury back then, not the kind who catches someone and chops him up."

"Oh, what if you borrowed a usury loan?" Fang Jiashu's thirst for knowledge is really strong.

"Then I'll really chop you off. You can choose for yourself." Song Yuan deliberately frightened him.Seeing that Fang Jiashu shrank his neck in fright, he couldn't help but continued, "But you won't be chopped off."

"Why?" Fang Jiashu couldn't help asking, of course.

Song Yuan smiled and said nothing, took out a bowl and filled the noodles.

Fang Jiashu became even more curious, and asked "Why why?"

Song Yuan just put the bowl on the dining table silently, and then asked him: "I really want to know?"

Fang Jiashu nodded repeatedly.

"Because you are a clean and lovely person, you will be arrested and locked up, and you will "receive guests" every day until you pay back the money." Seeing that his neck was red, Song Yuan couldn't help but press him on the sofa, and then leaned over. Press yourself up.

Fang Jiashu panicked, pushed him and couldn't move, and heard him whisper in his ear: "Aren't you curious, let me show you."

Seeing that Fang Jiashu was too embarrassed to say anything, Song Yuan really wanted to do something more, but he stood up and said, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, get up and try the noodles I made."

When Fang Jiashu heard this, he quickly sat down at the table obediently, lowered his head and began to eat noodles.

Wait... Is this really the same kind of noodles as I usually eat?

"Oh my god, it's delicious~" Fang Jiashu's mouth was full and he expressed sincere admiration.

Song Yuan felt distressed when he saw his happy face, it was just ordinary noodles, and he was satisfied like this, so what would he usually eat...

Fang Jiashu didn't notice Song Yuan's strangeness, and said to himself: "It would be great if I could eat this delicious food every day~"

The speaker had no intention of the listener, and Fang Jiashu never thought that Song Yuan would seriously answer: "Yes."

Fang Jiashu only felt a little hot in his ears, so he buried his head to eat and stopped talking.

After a few more chats, it was already dark.

Song Yuan didn't want Fang Jiashu to urge him to leave in person, so he stood up and said he wanted to leave, and told him not to be sad and to rest early.

Fang Jiashu felt a bit of reluctance when he heard that he was going to leave, and subconsciously tugged on the corner of Song Yuan's clothes.

Song Yuan was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No...it's okay." Fang Jiashu was embarrassed by his stupid behavior, and quickly stuffed an apple into his hand and said, "You haven't eaten anything, are you hungry, take this with you."

Song Yuan didn't feel strange, but was delighted, and he was still looking at Apple and smiling when he got home.

Seeing her brother's appearance, Song Ange just wondered if he hadn't noticed before that he loves fruit...