two-way mark

Because there were only two people eating, Yan Cheng only cooked three dishes.

A dish of sweet and sour pork with pineapple, a dish of braised pork ribs, and a dish of stir-fried lettuce.

Chi Xiye chatted with Yan Cheng in the kitchen, and his whole body's emotions were aroused. He didn't stop even when he was at the dinner table. Do you think today's lettuce is particularly delicious?"

"..." Yan Cheng ate the lettuce from Chi Xiye's bowl, and said indifferently, "No."

"Sir..." Chi Xiye was still biting the ribs in his mouth, and he vomited the bones after he vaguely called Yan Cheng, "Why don't you play cards according to common sense?"

"What common sense?" Yan Cheng asked.

"The common sense is..." Chi Xiye picked up a chopstick of lettuce for himself, swallowed it and said, "Well, today's lettuce is really delicious."

Yan Cheng asked him, "Why?"

Chi Xiye put down his chopsticks and sat up straight, clapped his hands together, and suddenly realized: "Because Xiaochi washed it with his own hands!"

"Pfft—" Even though Yan Cheng had anticipated what Chi Xiye was going to say, he still couldn't hold back his laughter when Chi Xiye performed passionately.

Chi Xiye ignored him, took another chopstick of lettuce and asked, "Sir, do you think today's lettuce is particularly delicious?"

Yan Cheng originally wanted to follow Chi Xiye's script, but when he saw Chi Xiye's sparkling eyes full of expectation, he suddenly felt mischievous, corrected his expression, and said with a straight face: "No. "

"Ah——" Chi Xiye said this, and the tone turned to the eighteenth bend of the mountain road.

"Okay, okay." Yan Cheng coaxed him with a smile, "It's very delicious, because not only did Xiaochi wash it with his own hands, but it was also sandwiched by Xiaochi himself, okay?"

Although Yan Cheng didn't follow Chi Xiye's script, what he said was sweeter than Chi Xiye's predetermined script. Chi Xiye immediately stopped making trouble and said obediently: "Every dish today is also very delicious. , because Mr. did it."

He ate the pineapple sweet and sour pork, and continued: "But the pineapple sweet and sour pork is the best, because it was made for me by Mr. himself."

When Chi Xiye said the first half of the sentence, Yan Cheng wanted to laugh, but after listening to the second half, Yan Cheng's expression froze, and he quickly covered it up by drinking water. Chi Xiye Ye didn't notice it.

Chi Xiye bit the pineapple and asked Yan Cheng: "Sir, do you still remember the last time you asked me why I wanted to eat pineapple sweet and sour pork in a restaurant, how did I answer?"

"Yeah." Yan Cheng took the chopsticks and picked on the rice, but he didn't eat anything, "You said it was because of you..."

Yan Cheng was silent for a moment before continuing: "You and your brother like this dish the most."

Chi Xiye was still eating pineapple, "But I didn't tell my husband at that time that every time we eat this dish, we will finish it with division of labor and cooperation."

Yan Cheng asked: "Division of labor and cooperation?"

"Yes." Chi Xiye said, "Actually, I only like to eat the pineapple inside, and my brother only likes to eat the sweet and sour pork inside. How about it, let's cooperate super tacitly!"

Yan Cheng quickly lost his mind, then took a piece of sweet and sour pork and put it in his mouth, "Yeah."

Chi Xiye was also silent for a while, feeling depressed: "But after my brother was gone, I never ate pineapple sweet and sour pork again."

Yan Cheng asked him, "Why?"

"Because I always have meat left over." Chi Xiye lowered his head and said, "It's too wasteful, and I won't eat any more."

"It doesn't matter." Yan Cheng pushed the pineapple to Chi Xiye's side, then moved the meat to his side, and repeated: "It doesn't matter."

I don't know if it was affected by Chi Xiye's emotions, and Yan Cheng didn't seem as happy as he was at the beginning, but his tone was very firm.

Yan Cheng said: "Although he is gone, I can eat for him."

Chi Xiye was stunned for a moment by Yan Cheng's straight ball, and looked up at him in a daze, and found that Yan Cheng was putting meat into his own bowl, his expression was almost the same as the gentle and sad expression he showed in the kitchen .

Chi Xiye's heart was sour and astringent, he only felt that Yan Cheng might be feeling sorry for him, and his heart seemed to be soaked in honey.

Yan Cheng's voice was very soft and soft, as if he didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing anyone, he asked in a low voice: "Your brother... What else does Chi Xize like to do?"

"Sir..." Chi Xiye's nose was sore from Yan Cheng's voice, he pinched the bridge of his nose before saying, "Sir, you don't have to accompany me instead of brother, you are different."

"It's okay." Yan Cheng looked at him very gently, as if he had a soft light on him, and his whole person became unreal, "You miss him too, don't you? Tell me, talk about outsiders He who doesn't know."

Chi Xiye naturally ignored the word Ye in Yan Cheng's words.

In fact, apart from the occasional memory of jumping out uncontrollably, he hasn't deliberately recalled the details of getting along with Chi Xize for a long time.

Because the time with Chi Xize is always happy, with the fragrance of flowers and sunshine, every time he comes out of such beautiful memories, his heart will hurt like being cut by a blunt knife.

But now that Yan Cheng coaxed him to speak with such a gentle voice and gentle expression, Chi Xiye thought, it's okay to actually speak.

He really missed his brother, and when he came out of his memories, he would not face the usual desolate reality, and he would have his own harbor.

There is someone who is willing to stay by his side, even for him, to listen to the news of the elder brother who is no longer there, to get close to the hobbies of the elder brother, so that he can treat him better.

At this moment, Chi Xiye even felt that if Yan Cheng said he wanted his life, he would personally offer it.

Because it's been a long time since anyone has treated him this well.

Chi Xiye told Yan Cheng a lot.

He talked about the interesting things that happened when he and his brother grew up together, about how he and his brother got back together after fighting, about their different hobbies, and recalled the coffee that Yan Cheng made in the morning, and made a point of saying: My brother doesn’t like coffee The taste, I think it's ok.

Yan Cheng listened very carefully, as if he was trying to remember everything Chi Xiye said in his mind.

"Speaking of which, Mister may have a predestined relationship with brother." Chi Xiye said suddenly.

Yan Cheng was taken aback, and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Chi Xiye smiled, "The little potted plant on the table in my room was bought by your husband, right?"

Yan Cheng's expression changed, "I bought it."

"My brother also likes such small potted plants." Chi Xiye said, and couldn't help complaining: "It's all over the room."

Later, I couldn't fit in my own room, so I went to his room and filled the room for both of them.

The worst thing was that Chi Xiye didn't like reading at that time. Chi Xize said that your bookcase was empty anyway, so he just filled his bookcase.

Yan Cheng smiled and said, "Really, what a coincidence."

His eyes fell into the void, unable to grasp the real point, and finally through a long time, he landed on the bookcase behind the boy without a book, but full of potted plants.