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Shen Xi jumped off in a hurry, forgot to put on his shoes, and went to find Feng Chen with his bare feet. When he saw Feng Chen coming out of the kitchen with a disheveled face, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward.

"What, what's the matter?" Shen Xi patted Feng Chen, and after checking that everyone else was fine, he subconsciously walked to the kitchen, a little surprised how Feng Chen, who usually sleeps and doesn't know the grains, would go to the kitchen to work early in the morning.

However, Feng Chen blocked Shen Xi's line of sight guiltily, saw that he was not wearing shoes, his sword eyebrows furrowed, and carried Shen Xi back to his room: "It's okay, I'll get up and exercise for a while, you continue to sleep."

Shen Xi wanted to say that he was no longer sleepy, but before he could open his mouth, he was pressed by Feng Chen onto the bed, followed by the all-too-familiar clear mint fragrance.

"Be obedient, and sleep well." Feng Chen gently kissed Shen Xi's lips, seeing him staring at him soberly with a pair of clear eyes, raised his eyebrows, and walked downstream along Shen Xi's collarbone with his fingertips, " If you don't sleep, then we will do it once, and we will naturally be sleepy when we are tired."

Shen Xi's soreness from last night hadn't been relieved yet, and at this moment his face was flushed again, so he had to obediently close his eyes and let Feng Chen wrap him up like a silkworm baby and pretend to sleep.

After Feng Chen left, Shen Xi opened his eyes, stretched out his arms from the warm quilt, sat up, put a pillow behind his back, and leaned against the head of the bed to read.

But he didn't focus on watching, most of his attention was on the outside, there was a narrow gap in the bedroom door, from time to time he could hear Feng Chen's hurried footsteps, occasionally mixed with a low "hiss" , making Shen Xi full of doubts.

Shen Xi was terrified when he heard it, and got out of bed lightly, trying to find out what Feng Chen was doing through the half-covered door, but Feng Chen had a foresight, and he closed the kitchen door tightly, preventing Shen Xi from stealing. look at sight.

Shen Xi had no choice but to stand at the door of the room, trying to distinguish Feng Chen's every move through the clanging sound. After a while, Shen Xi saw the kitchen door being gently pushed open, and quickly lay back on the bed, closing his eyes. Continue to pretend to be an obedient silkworm baby.

The crisp, numbing exhalation touched the tip of Shen Xi's nose, and then his body sank suddenly, and the sail full of cold aura rushed towards his face, pressing on the dreamy autumn lake like a galaxy, Shen Xi's eyelashes followed The throbbing heartbeat trembled suddenly, and the Adam's apple rolled slightly, and then he opened his eyes drowsily, pretending to have just woken up.

Feng Chen raised his sword eyebrows slightly, supported his head, and touched Shen Xi's thin lips with his fingertips, as if he was on the verge of entering or not: "Did you sleep well?"

Shen Xi nodded slightly, because of guilty conscience, he couldn't help blinking his eyes a few times, not daring to look directly at him.

Feng Chen let out a low "tsk", and the oars that couldn't hold back finally sailed towards the center of the lake the moment Shen Xi nodded, pushed aside the restraint made of a shallow layer of net above, and exposed Shen Xi: "Baby, The quilt is cold, where did you sleep just now, huh?"

The double attack of the sudden frankness and the embarrassment of being exposed made Shen Xi's already cold and pale skin instantly stained red, he closed his eyes helplessly, and stumbled to explain: "I, I got up and watched for a while. Children's books."

"Not good." How could Feng Chen not know that Shen Xi was actually worried about him, his eyes slightly bent, he grabbed Shen Xi's hand and went straight down to the bow of the boat that had long been out of control, "Punish you Play with it for a while."

Shen Xigang's waking consciousness immediately sank into a pile of sand made of clouds, and when he stepped on it, the temperature scorched by the sun scorched him without any gaps, like a dream or a dream.

When I got up again, it was already half an hour later.

It was rare that Young Master Feng didn't make much noise with the children in the bathroom, he wiped his wet hair carelessly with a towel, kissed Shen Xi's face, and began to change his clothes. Before he left, he still said to Shen Xi: "No hurry, You wear it slowly."

All kinds of actions are very unreasonable.

Shen Xi gave Feng Chen a puzzled look, didn't think much about it, and was about to catch up with the hair dryer to dry Feng Chen's hair, but when he didn't want to, he leaned against the wall and asked for another deep kiss, so he nodded obediently and pressed down. Full of doubts.

When Shen Xi came out of the bathroom, he saw Feng Chen was busy at the dining table with his back turned to him, his eyes, which seemed to have been washed with clean water, were unconsciously filled with tenderness, he stepped forward, and was about to ask What did Feng Chen want to eat in the morning, when he saw the scene in front of him, he was taken aback for a moment.

There was a steaming hot breakfast on the dining table. Although the appearance was not good, it could even be regarded as shabby, but the carefully matched meat and vegetable ingredients and the light taste without chili all showed that Feng Chen made this meal specially. For Shen Xi.

However, Young Master Feng really doesn't have the talent for cooking. In normal operation, dip the delicious ingredients in egg liquid, wrap them in bread crumbs, deep-fry them on both sides until they are golden brown, and take out the oil. The children next door will cry. (Note)

But wake up, this is a seller show that has nothing to do with buyers.

Cough cough, the real situation is that Young Master Feng wasted the hard work of a brood of old hens, frying it on both sides until it was a pitch-black paste, with a layer of unknown powdery seasoning floating, and the old hens next door were scared away—tsk , appalling.

Therefore, Young Master Feng, who got up early in the morning, ruined a lot of ingredients and almost blew up the kitchen. During the period, he dragged the children for more than half an hour to steam some semi-finished cooked food as a supplement. The table can barely see the "Man Han Banquet".

A true and realistic version of the deformation plan for the young master who loves to go to the countryside.

Shen Xi's teardrops were not that low, but as long as he was in front of Feng Chen, it seemed that any move could pierce the softest part of his heart. His eyes turned red for a moment, and he looked at Feng Chen firmly with his lips pursed. Unable to speak, she could only hug Feng Chen and gently rub against him.

Feng Chen pinched Shen Xi's face with a smile, sat at the dining table with him, picked a few dishes that he thought were pretty good and put them in front of Shen Xi, and took a bite first: "I think this should be delicious— —”

The delicious word "eat" was still lingering on the tip of Feng Chen's tongue, and Feng Chen spat it out.

Is this the meal he made? ? ?Fuck, it's too unpalatable, it can be called an exponential increase in the unpalatableness of his mother's cooking.

Young Master Feng, who always thought he was talented in everything he did, was shocked by his hidden "kitchen killer" attribute.

However, Shen Xi didn't seem to notice it, picked up a chopstick, chewed and swallowed it seriously, and bowed his eyebrows gently to Feng Chen: "It's, it's okay."

Feng Chen gave a "tsk", hooked Shen Xi's shoulder and grabbed his hand that was about to pick up vegetables, shrugged: "Little friend, I'm not that fragile, if it doesn't taste good, it doesn't taste good, so don't comfort me."

After finishing speaking, he blinked at Shen Xi, and said solemnly, "Anyway, your cooking is delicious, and I'm going to cook delicious food. It's enough for our family."

With red ears, Shen Xi looked at Feng Chen helplessly and tenderly, and when he saw that he had finished speaking, he stood up and was about to throw away the food, so he hurriedly stopped him, and said seriously: "It's really not bad to eat."

Feng Chen thought that Shen Xi was worried about the food, so he pinched his ears and reminded him very "subtly": "Our family is not short of money, so there is no need to be harsh on your own stomach."

Shen Xi laughed helplessly, he knew Feng Chen was telling the truth, but what he was telling was also the truth.

"Really, not bad." Shen Xi took Feng Chen's hand, pushed him back to the chair, hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the real reason, "It's your taste, too picky."

Really unpalatable meals are far beyond Feng Chen's cognition, but Shen Xi understands - when I was young, I had no money, and when I was hungry, I could only rely on drinking water to fill my stomach. Occasionally, if I earned money, I could buy some vegetables. Not willing to spend too much, but the clear soup without oil and seasoning is so delicious.

For a long time, the sense of hunger accompanied Shen Xi like a shadow, the intertwined contradictions that made it difficult to swallow but had to replenish physical strength taught him to learn to solve every meal quickly in the long growth—because eating If you eat too fast, you won't know exactly what the food in your mouth tastes like.

It wasn't until he met Feng Chen that this bad habit was slowly corrected by him.

Feng Chen was speechless in front of the children for the first time: "..."

It's alright, although, he will be like a child and see beauty in his lover's eyes.

Young Master Feng reluctantly ate the breakfast he made with Shen Xi himself, compared to Shen Xi's calm and relish eating, Young Master Feng had a look of bitterness and hatred on his face, as if he was testing himself for poison.

It has to be said that Feng Chen perfectly inherited his mother's culinary skills, either there was so much salt that he was killed to sell salt, or he used vinegar as soy sauce to make a pot of sour soup.

He couldn't help but start to doubt in his heart, the birthday cake given to Shen Xi at night, wouldn't it be such a failure, right? ! ——Think about it, if he added salt as sugar to make a cake embryo, and the butter fruit on top was sweet and greasy, the taste after mixing, wow!It is estimated that it is so "wonderful" that it can go to heaven.

The corner of Feng Chen's mouth twitched.

He immediately took out his mobile phone and reviewed the steps of making the rice cooker version of the simple cake on the app step by step, trying to recall what he made. Cake or sweet cake or sweet and salty cake, Young Master Feng ushered in the children's birthday.

The moonlight shone into the floor through the window, and two long, narrow and intimate figures were reflected in front of the desk. Immediately afterwards, one of them stood up, walked to the door, and lightly touched the switch with his slender fingertips, and then, The dim light in the room suddenly went out.

Unprepared, Shen Xi sat in the sudden darkness, dazed for a moment, and was about to turn on the flashlight of his mobile phone to find Feng Chen, when he felt the familiar cold aura surrounding him.

"I have a general and important question to ask you." Shen Xi's eyes were covered by Feng Chen, and he could feel the boy's warm exhalation very close, but he could rarely hear something from his voice. I was nervous, "Have you ever eaten salty mooncakes?"

Shen Xi was puzzled: "Huh?"

Aren't mooncakes all salty?

After Feng Chen finished speaking, he realized that he was stupid—fuck, he forgot that Shen Xi's family's customs are different from Jiangcheng's, unlike them who only like to eat sweet mooncakes.

"What about the sweet ones?" Feng Chen held Shen Xi with one hand while still covering his eyes with the other hand, and asked him in a low voice while leading him outside, "Sweet and salty mooncakes, do you like them?" do not like to eat?"

Shen Xi wanted to say that he didn't have much preference for moon cakes. To be precise, he had never eaten moon cakes since he was a child, but the moment he was about to speak, through Feng Chen's quietly letting go of his hand, he saw the only flickering smile in the darkness. Light.

The author has something to say: Notes: 1) "The boat full of sails full of cold breath rushes towards the face, pressing on the autumn lake like the dream of the galaxy."

2) "Dip in egg liquid, wrap in bread crumbs, deep-fry on both sides until golden and control the oil, and take out, the children next door will cry." Source - Internet.

Thanks to the cuties who have been waiting for a long time, Pudding will take a leave of absence tomorrow. I am working overtime to catch up with three research reports (which must be handed in before this weekend).