not to marry?why are you teasing me

"Where's your Aunt Chen? Why don't you see her? You're the only one." Li Xiaoming asked while skillfully chopping vegetables, "Are you going to starve to death if I'm not here?"

"She, her, her son has a cold. I'm giving her a vacation to take care of her son. Anyway, I'm leaving soon. It's okay. If you don't come, I'll order takeaway." I silently patted myself in my heart, Aunt Chen, please forgive me...

"It's better to eat less food, it's not clean," Li Xiaoming looked back at him, "I think if you are often at home alone, you should learn how to cook. After all, I can't come here every day..."

"That's a good idea, will you teach me?" Yang Haochen leaned over happily when he heard that, "With you as a chef teaching me, I will definitely become a new generation of chefs!"

Li Xiaoming smiled, then moved his hands quickly, and cut a potato in the blink of an eye. The beautiful and even potato shreds were neat.

Yang Haochen was amazed again and again: "You have practiced this sword skill for many years, right?"

"Only ten or so years," Li Xiaoming put down the knife in his hand, fished the potato shreds into a plate, then took another potato, and said to Yang Haochen, "Wash your hands, you can try it."

"Who are you lying to? How old were you when you started cooking?" Yang Haochen curled his lips, but he walked to the sink and washed his hands seriously. To be honest, he never thought about cooking in his life, he just waited to eat ready-made. Now it feels strange.

However, when the kitchen knife was in his hand, Yang Haochen felt overwhelmed—Nimma, how do we cut it?

Seeing his embarrassment, Li Xiaoming almost laughed out loud. He walked in and grabbed the one from Yang Haochen's hand, and then demonstrated to him: "First hold the potato with one hand, and then put the knife on the side to cut it. Look, it's very good." cut."

After a few clicks, the beautiful potato chips came out, Yang Haochen was a little unconvinced silently: "It's easy, see me."

"Snap" the potatoes were cut into two pieces and bounced to the ground.

Li Xiaoming: "..."

"Look what, it's my first time, okay?" Yang Haochen fiercely picked up another potato and prepared to cut it.

"Don't waste it, there's only one last potato left." Li Xiaoming hurriedly snatched it over, "If you drop one more potato, you won't be able to cook it in a small plate."

"Don't eat it if you can't fry it." Yang Haochen snatched the knife again angrily, "I don't believe I can't cut it well!"

Li Xiaoming was helpless, but suddenly grabbed Yang Haochen's hand, and leaned towards Yang Haochen in surprise: "Okay, okay, I'll let you cut it, and I'll tell you how to do it. You must hold on tight to your hand, but You can’t be rigid, otherwise you can easily cut your hands if you don’t let go of everything.”

Being grabbed by Li Xiaoming cut a few decent pieces, but——is this feeling too weird!Fatty, why are you so involved!Are your hands shaking?

Fortunately, after only a few strokes, Li Xiaoming let go of him, with a serious and innocent expression: "Well, just cut like this, do you feel it?"

There is a fart!Damn, it's so strange!Yang Haochen complained in his heart.But at least he knows how to fix the potatoes, so he won't be able to chop the potatoes off the cutting board with a single knife.

As for the next cooking, let's not mention it, Yang Haochen admired Li Xiaoming more and more after being accidentally splashed with a grain of hot oil, and quickly escaped from the kitchen after frying potatoes a few times.

However, at noon this day, Yang Haochen had an extra plate of fried potatoes of seven or eight yuan on Yang Haochen's table.

Anyway, Yang Haochen himself took a sip happily and stopped eating. It is not sick to eat the dark dishes he made without eating other delicacies--yes, Li Xiaoming just keeps eating because he is sick!

After Li Xiaoming kneaded the flour for steamed stuffed buns, Yang Haochen took Li Xiaoming to the room to play games. He had no intention of packing up when he left tomorrow.

"Have you packed your things? Are you still playing games?" Li Xiaoming was helpless.

"I have time to clean up in the evening, and I have an air ticket tomorrow afternoon, so there's no rush. What's urgent is this," Yang Haochen logged into his account, and then pointed to a certain online high-level account and said, "This is the person, since he knew about that day After all the Christmas trees fell into my space, he would kill me as soon as I was online, you can see what level I have fallen to, you have to be responsible, you caused this incident.”

Li Xiaoming: "..."

That premium account id turned out to be eating buns, yes, it was for Li Xiaoming, and after being hacked by Li Xiaoming a few times, he became more and more excited.

"Eating buns" - "You should be a big meat bun with big stuffing and thin skin, my god, I knew you would show up after killing your wife, so accept me as your apprentice! If you really can't, you can also be a concubine!"

Yang Haochen: "..."

Li Xiaoming: "..."

After a while, Yang Haochen gritted his teeth: "Fatty, come on, hack him to death! Hack his title!"

Li Xiaoming nodded and agreed with Yang Haochen's statement.

Of course, it was definitely not hacked, but someone used a little trick to directly hack that ip, so that the unlucky "eating buns" can no longer register this game, well, at least his own ip is no longer good.

……

"Take it off! Can you take it off?" Yang Haochen's voice was vicious.

Li Xiaoming: "..."

Seeing this, Yang Haochen threw himself on Li Xiaoming's bed: "Let me take a look, just take a look, really? Just take a look and you won't lose a piece of meat."

"You don't gain flesh just by looking at it." Li Xiaoming looked like he was protecting his pants.

"Just let me take a look and let me feel at ease, won't you?" Yang Haochen moved closer to Li Xiaoming.

"……"never mind!Li Xiaoming closed his eyes and pretended to be dead. If he really didn't show it to this guy, he might really be stripped of his pants.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Yang Haochen's scream came, and those who didn't know thought something tragic had happened.

In fact, Li Xiaoming calmly pulled off the quilt and covered himself up: "What? Are you at ease now?"

"You, you, you! You did it on purpose!" Yang Haochen pointed at Li Xiaoming with a blushing face, "Who told you not to wear underwear! You bastard!"

"Jumping gangster?" Li Xiaoming smiled, "Who wanted to take off my pants just now? I don't wear underwear in my pajamas and I have to report to you?"

"Change!" Yang Haochen blushed with anger, "I just want to see if your wound is healed? You obviously did it on purpose! Why didn't you tell me!"

"Then I see you now, should you go to bed?" For some reason, Li Xiaoming looked at Yang Haochen's flushed face and wanted to tease him, "So, tell us about this, don't take off a man's pants, you know Is it gone?"

Yang Haochen jumped out of bed, turned around and left - what the hell did he see!I just want to see his wounds!As a result, I opened it and saw what the hell!What a show!Isn't it just white legs?Isn't it just a big bird!Lu*body. Obsession!Expose. Crazy!Not a nice guy!

But Li Xiaoming sneezed several times in a row. He touched his nose to express his innocence, okay?Is it because you don't wear underwear because you don't wear them?You can't wear Yang Haochen's, right?What are all the men making a fuss about?Is it really me who suffers like this?What is your name if you are not required to be responsible for being seen?

Due to the embarrassing incident last night, Yang Haochen decided to ignore that fat man all day, and his face was stinky when he woke up in the morning.

However, when Li Xiaoming brought out the steaming steamed buns from the kitchen, he was disappointed, but he ran up with a smile on his face and said a concerned word by the way: "You got up really early."

However, his eyes have long been chasing after the big white steamed bun.

Li Xiaoming put the plate on the table, and then, without any sign of asking Yang Haochen to eat, he sat down and picked up a bun and ate it.

Yang Haochen: "!" Is this fat man going to heaven?

"Don't you not like to eat steamed stuffed buns?" Yang Haochen was so angry that he picked up a steamed stuffed bun and gnawed it. The soup almost splashed his face, and his mouth was so hot that he almost cried.

Li Xiaoming got up in a hurry, took a cup of warm milk from the side and handed it to Yang Haochen: "Hey, didn't I tell you that you can't eat the steamed stuffed buns that just came out? Slow down, I won't fight with you. It's yours, okay?"

Yang Haochen took a big sip of milk before recovering, his eyes were slightly red, and he was very angry: "I thought you didn't want to make buns for me because of what happened last night."

"Who is as stingy as you?" Li Xiaoming took a tissue to wipe off the juice on Yang Haochen's face, and sighed, "Look, you can watch whatever you want? You can watch whatever you want, so don't worry about it. I just want to tease you. Look, I’m just a steamed bun, and all the buns belong to you.”

The fat man's tone was very gentle, with such an indescribable smell, his face felt as if he had been gently wiped, and the other party came very close, and his body smelled as clean as ever.

But like a blessing to the soul, Yang Haochen suddenly grabbed Li Xiaoming's hand, and the skin-to-skin contact felt strange and inexplicably warm.

Yang Haochen's expression was very serious, but his tone was low but extremely clear: "Fatty, why are you so nice to me?"

Li Xiaoming's hands were obviously stiff, but he didn't answer right away.

In fact, as soon as Yang Haochen said this, he immediately regretted it - damn it!Yang Haochen, you are so hypocritical!Isn't it you who are so skinny and shameless that you do everything you can to get someone to make buns for you and play games?Hehe, of course I treat you as a friend, okay?Fatty looks like a very affectionate person, okay?Are you convulsed in the morning?

However, the more he thought about it, the people around him still remained silent as time passed. Yang Haochen felt his heart beating slowly faster, and even the place where his hands intersected became hotter and hotter.

So long that Yang Haochen thought that a century had passed, Li Xiaoming finally spoke with a smile, gently and seriously: "Yang Haochen, so, do you think you need a reason to be nice to someone? Then I really can't think of it."

When Li Xiaoming said this, Yang Haochen felt that his hanging heart seemed to let go in an instant, but then he let go of Li Xiaoming's hand immediately, and took a big bite of the unfinished bun in his hand, slurring his words: " Well, of course...no, just ask...ask, uh, I suddenly feel that you are really a...good person."

Li Xiaoming didn't speak any more, but looked at the person who had no image in front of him eating buns, and something seemed to slowly become clear in his mind.