Raw rice boiled into small porridge

On the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, the industrious little bee classmate He Tian was still visiting the client, and Ye Jiawen was waiting to pick him up at the street corner.

It was agreed to be over in 10 minutes, but after waiting for almost an hour, when He Tian hurriedly got into the car, Ye Jiawen squinted his eyes and looked at him with scrutiny.

He Tian closed the car door and shook his hand. Following his movements, a strong scent of perfume soon wafted into the airtight compartment.

"Student He Tiantian," Ye Jiawen pulled him into his arms, pressed his head, and sniffed at his neckline like a big alert cat, "what is this smell on you? Not my taste."

He Tian was scratched by his scorching breath on the neck, feeling dry and hot all over, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said, "Just now, there was a girl who wore a lot of perfume in the client's house..."

The client is an aunt in her 50s and has a 17-year-old daughter. The girl is deeply affected by family troubles, and she exudes the sadness of lilac flowers after the rain. After He Tian visited several times, the girl put this kind and gentle boy As the Prince Charming who came to save the princess, he often confides to him the wet little thoughts of the young girl, from resentment towards her mother to disturbances in school, and occasionally looks at He Tian with tears in her eyes as she talks, as if she really hopes for the white horse The prince could read her longing for a warm embrace from her eyes.

He Tian couldn't understand, his eyes were full of Uncle Ye, and he automatically blocked all the same-sex or opposite-sex auras from ten miles away, but he communicated with the family members of the clients and provided a good family for the clients to rebuild their confidence in life The environment, this is his responsibility, he will still listen to the girl very patiently, and give her some advice and persuasion from the big brother.

In order to get closer to him, the girl tried her best to attract his attention. Today she put on a beautiful makeup, slipped her hands when spraying the perfume, and almost spilled half of the bottle of perfume on her body.

"...you are spraying such fragrance at home, who are you trying to seduce?" Ye Jiawen lifted He Tian's chin with a finger, forcing him to look up at him, "He Tiantian, you are making trouble."

It's not good to be called by the full name, so He Tian hurried up and put his arms around his neck and kissed him: "No, she is in a bad mood because of family affairs, and she talks to me more..."

"I want you to comfort her, don't you?" Ye Jiawen kissed He Tian, ​​tossing and turning his dexterous tongue in his mouth, pulling out strands of silver thread when his lips parted, "Call her out, I'll open it Untie her and make sure she never needs your comfort again."

He Tian was so kissed that his chest heaved and his breathing became short of breath. He groaned, "Don't...Uncle Ye, I was wrong, but it's really nothing..."

Ye Jiawen let him go, pointed to a gift bag he had just brought into the car and said, "Nothing? What is this?"

He Tian hurriedly said: "This is the zongzi made by her family. She told me to try some. I heard that I am from the north, and they specially wrapped red dates and red bean paste for me."

Ye Jiawen snorted, took the bag and flipped through it. There was also a plastic bag inside the gift bag. Inside were several large rice dumplings of the same size and exquisite shape. A pink corner was exposed under the plastic bag.

Ye Jiawen raised his eyebrows, pinched the envelope out with two fingers, and shook it in front of He Tian: "Yo, love letter."

"..." He Tian didn't expect such a thing to happen. He was shocked to see two little rabbits with red hearts on top of their heads drawn with colored pencils in the corner of the pink envelope.

He Tian reached out to snatch the letter. Ye Jiawen grabbed both of his wrists with one hand, and held the letter to his lips with the other hand. He said vaguely: "My baby is really attractive, and I fell in love with him early, hehehe, let Dad read it..."

"Don't—" He Tian screamed, broke away from his hand to snatch the letter, and said without tears: "Father, I dare not, I don't know anything... I will study hard in the future, and I will definitely not read more One look at the girl... please forgive me... give it to me..."

"What for you? Doing it in the car? So wild?" Ye Jiawen held up the love letter, taking advantage of He Tian's momentum to pounce on him, hugged him with nephrite Wenxiang, eating tofu was very enjoyable , and finally forced He Tian to flush, and he was about to cry.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll let you go home. There are too many people on the road today during the holiday, and it's not safe due to car shocks." Ye Jiawen pressed He Tian, ​​and took advantage of him again, and finally sent the letter I put the letter in my bag, opened all the car windows, and drove on the street where the lights were just coming on. The night wind poured into the car, and quickly blew away the smell of the perfume, but it couldn't blow away the strong smell between the two of them. sweet breath.

"Won't you give it to me?" He Tian gasped for a while, pointing to Ye Jiawen's bag of love letters aggrievedly, "It was given to me..."

"Confiscated." Ye Jiawen stretched out his hand and flicked his head, "Check your homework first when you get home, and we'll talk about it after you finish it well."

That night, in order to get back his pink love letter, He Tian wrote a hard homework on Ye Jiawen's naked "workbook". He had to satisfy Uncle Ye's wicked taste and practiced in front of him. Fancy self touch.

"Well, yes, there is enough ink for homework." Ye Jiawen leaned against the head of the bed, looked at the flushed He Tian with blurred eyes, licked his lips, and glanced at the sticky essence between his fingers.

"Come on, write, baby." Ye Jiawen lay flat, patted his chest, "write this page first, write 'Uncle Ye, I love you'."

He Tian: "..." He bit his lower lip and struggled for a while, unable to speak in front of this bully.

"Write it or not?" Ye Jiawen smiled evilly, "If you don't write it, you can make hundreds of copies of your little love letter and spread it all over the room. I will read it aloud affectionately and record it to play it on a loop."

"Dear little brother He Tian," Ye Jiawen squeezed his throat and read the first sentence or two of the love letter, "First of all, thank you very much for your help to my family and my mother. I think you are a very warm and considerate person. , especially understanding, especially..."

"Please don't read it..." He Tian wailed and rushed forward, dipped his fingers in the "ink" flowing from his body and wrote strokes on Ye Jiawen's chest, "I can't write... Uncle Ye, I love you."

Ye Jiawen looked down at the tips of He Tian's red ears, feeling his slippery fingertips drawing a beautiful picture on his chest, sighed in a low and enjoyable way, and inserted his hands into He Tian's hair Caress lightly.

"Write another 'husband is my sweetheart'." Ye Jiawen pushed forward, holding He Tian's hand to cover his lower abdomen.

He Tian closed his eyes, thinking that I'm just spoiling you, he wrote seriously on that flat and tight belly, and read aloud while writing: "My husband is my heart..."

"What's wrong?" He Tian suddenly stopped moving, and Ye Jiawen raised his head in doubt.

"Uncle Ye, it's not enough..." He Tian blushed, pointed between his legs, and whispered, "I've run out of ink..."

Ye Jiawen gave a low laugh, turned over and hugged him face to face, spreading his legs on his own strong thighs: "This is easy to handle, we produce and sell some."

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He Tian has been forced to do fancy homework for two days, and the little love letter has not yet been handed over. On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, He Tian really has no choice but to use his trump card. He wants to make zongzi for Ye Gavin ate it to express his determination to "refuse puppy love and study hard".

"No matter what noise you hear, you are not allowed to come in." He Tian walked into the kitchen with the raw materials, and blocked Ye Jiawen and the four master cats from the kitchen.

"Good good."

"Meow meow meow."

In the kitchen, pots, pans and pans were flying together, and there was a loud noise. Ye Jiawen hugged the four cats, trembling at the sound of the end of the world.

Two hours later, there was a faint fragrance of zong leaves in the kitchen, as well as the sweet fragrance of glutinous rice mixed with red dates.

Ye Jiawen sniffed and sniffed, overjoyed, he jumped up, the four cats screamed and rolled to the ground, one person and four cats stood firm, and lined up to meet the kitchen, ready to greet Chef He with the highest standard of etiquette Dragon Boat Festival dinner——

"This is the zongzi you made for me?"

Half a minute later, Ye Jiawen stood in front of the stove with his hands on his hips, looking solemnly at the pot of porridge boiling in front of him.

The four cats squatted in a row behind him, their faces upturned, their ears moving, and they looked at the two of them.

"Are you bullying me that I don't know zongzi, or have I never eaten glutinous rice and red date porridge?" Ye Jiawen stirred the pot of porridge with a big spoon. The sticky glutinous rice was wrapped with big red dates, and several large green zongzi were stirred out. Leaves, hot air curls up, filling the room with a tempting aroma.

The four cats wagged their tails, looked at He Tian with eight shining eyes, and the four little faces were equally delighted to hear and see.

"..." He Tian bit his knuckles and looked at the steamy ceiling, "Whether it's porridge or zongzi, it's just a change in physical form, the chemical composition has not changed, and it tastes the same in your mouth. You believe me..."

"I really believe in your evil..." Ye Jiawen swept away the mess on the cooking table, caught off guard and picked up He Tian and put him on it. He stood in front of He Tian's legs, cupped his face, Under the hazy water vapor and the fiery gaze of eight cat eyes, I kissed him, "Tell me a word of love," Ye Jiawen whispered seductively with He Tian's earlobe in his mouth, "Well said, what kind of zongzi would I like?" eat them all."

He Tian was teased to the point that he was stickier and softer than glutinous rice dumplings. He moaned a few times impatiently, and finally came up with a love sentence in his dazed mind. He put his forehead against Ye Jiawen's and said emotionally: "Uncle Ye, we are like this pot of glutinous rice porridge. You are the water and I am the rice. The fire of love is burning under it. The more it cooks, the more it cooks, and the more it cooks, the worse it becomes. We blend with each other, and we will never be separated again."

"Uncle Ye, can I talk about love?" He Tian rubbed the tip of Ye Jiawen's nose with his nose, "I like you, I love you."

"I love you too." Ye Jiawen's heart was gurgling like porridge in a pot with happy little bubbles, and his delicate kisses once again covered He Tian's eyes and cheeks, lingering in his dimples, " We will never be apart."

I love you too, we will never be apart.

The author has something to say: Oops, I feel that the Dragon Boat Festival episode has more meaning of the finale ╮(╯▽╰)╭ hey

I wish you all a sweet, happy and healthy life.

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