Indulge in indulgence

They didn't drive, because there is a long snack street not far from the hotel. Maybe it's cold in winter, and there are not many people in the usually crowded place at this time. You can smell the fragrance of food when you walk to the street.

Artists control their diet and can't eat a lot at night, so it's better to have some snacks like this.

Su Wen's voice was muffled in the scarf: "What do you want to eat?"

Cen Yi doesn't come to this kind of place often, so he doesn't have any idea, just enjoys the feeling of being with Su Wen, and said with a smile: "I can do it, I will follow you."

Su Wen also seemed to smile: "Okay, then you can eat with me."

Su Wen seemed to be very familiar with this street and alley. He took Cen Yi to avoid places with heavy traffic, and walked along the trail to a noodle shop hidden in the corner of the alley.

He found an inconspicuous place to sit down, rubbed his red hands, and ordered dishes with ease: "I want a wanton noodle, a dish of saliva chicken, and a dish of potato shreds.

Wonton noodles do not need seaweed, coriander, and green onions. "

In the end, he narrowed his eyes and said seriously: "You must not.

How about you? "

When Cen Yi heard him ordering a lot of unnecessary things as if reciting the names of dishes, he suddenly felt amused, and didn't even look at the menu: "Just like him, all the ingredients are added, thank you."

After he finished ordering, he kept looking at Su Wen happily. Su Wen could bear it at first, but then he couldn't help asking: "Why are you laughing?"

Cen Yi raised his face to look at him, and thought to himself: Look at this habit from childhood, my young master doesn't have as much trouble with eating as you do.

But couldn't help asking: "You have a picky mouth, what else do you want to eat?"

Su Wen was silent: "Scallion, ginger, yam, censer, leek...forget it."

Probably because he suddenly realized that he had really started talking to Cen Yi foolishly, and he just started a conversation, so he just kept silent.

In fact, because there are so many things Su Wen doesn’t like to eat, some of them will even be forgotten by himself, and most of the people who hear it will only hear it as a joke. what to eat.

After waiting for a while, the proprietress came over with two bowls of hot wanton noodles and a few stacks of side dishes.

Su Wen was a little hungry, so he didn't pay much attention to the bowl. He picked up the noodles and took a bite. His expression froze for a moment, and he put down the chopsticks.

He must have forgotten in a hurry, the wonton soup for Su Wen was full of coriander, seaweed and green onions, but the one for Cen Yi had nothing.

Su Wen: "..."

He complained in a low voice: "I clearly told you not to."

He looked up at Cen Yi's bowl, and wanted to exchange it with him, but because he had already taken a bite, he was embarrassed, so he silently put a napkin on the table, ready to pick things out.

Cen Yi couldn't help laughing, pulled out a pair of chopsticks, and after separating, pushed his own bowl to Su Wen: "Don't mess with it, eat mine."

He brought Su Wen's share over again, and randomly dialed it twice.

Su Wen saw that he was so unscrupulous, his eyes flickered, but his tone was hesitant: "I just ate."

"I don't dislike it."

Cen Yi rolled his face and smiled casually, "But it's really not good for you to be too picky about food. Didn't the old man tell you when you were young that you can grow taller and stronger by eating more?"

"..."

Su Wen raised his eyelids, as if he really wanted to refute, but he couldn't find a reason to refute.

"Just kidding."

Cen Yi's handsome eyebrows melted into the mist.

"It's going to be cold for a while, so hurry up and eat."

From the corner of his eye, Su Wen seemed to give him a blank look, but he still got down, picked up a wonton with a spoon, blew it on his mouth, and took a bite.

The skin is thin and the stuffing is thick, and it is full of the freshness of shrimp and the fragrance of meat.

The scalding heat quickly gathered on Su Wen's slender eyelashes to form a layer of water vapor. When he raised his eyes, the layer of water vapor turned into mist and melted between his delicate eyebrows and eyes.

Cen Yi felt his heart skip a beat.

He rarely fidgets like now.

Cen Yi cleared his throat: "Do you like to eat wonton noodles?"

"Yes, I like it."

Su Wen said, "But I only like to eat from this restaurant."

Cen Yi asked: "Why?"

In his opinion, all wontons have almost the same taste.

Su Wen lowered his eyebrows and said in a flat voice, "It's like my mother's craftsmanship."

Cen Yi was taken aback.

The hot heart just now cooled down instantly.

Su Wen is a single-parent family. He followed his mother to the North to work hard when he was in middle school. His mother died in a car accident when he was 20 years old. At that time, he was also featured in the Legal Daily, and the Weibo was trending all day and night.

In the same year, Su Wen swept all the major awards in the film and television industry, and stood on the most dazzling red carpet of the awards ceremony, shining brightly and attracting attention.

In Su Wen's calm and breezy words, countless bitterness and bitterness that no one cared about was melted into it.

Cen Yi's heart ached, and he didn't say anything at this moment.

Since he was a child, his family was superior and happy, so he couldn't empathize with him, and he didn't dare to touch Su Wen's pain rashly.

He ate a whole bowl of wontons with Su Wen.

The saliva chicken took a few bites, and the side dishes were barely touched.

After paying the money, Su Wen saw that there was still half of the wonton noodles in Cen Yi's bowl. He frowned and asked suspiciously, "Is this not to your taste?"

"Nothing."

Cen Yi smiled, "I recently lost weight at night, so I can't eat too much."

Su Wen was even more puzzled: "Why are you losing weight?"

No matter how you look at it, Cen Yi is an excellent clothes hanger. It's not that he hasn't seen Cen Yi's fat-free figure, so he doesn't trust his words.

"During this time, I didn't have time to exercise on the set, and my abdominal muscles were almost gone."

Cen Yi naturally grabbed Su Wen's hand and placed it on his flat belly, "Touch it if you don't believe me?"

In fact, Cen Yi didn't have any special ideas, he was just afraid that Su Wen might misunderstand him as hypocritical, and he just wanted to express his desire to lose weight.

But he didn't realize the problem until Su Wen's hand was pressed against his abdomen.

Even through the clothes, the muscle lines under Su Wen's palms are still very obvious. There is no "shrinkage" as Cen Yi said, but very powerful. The ostentatious lines undulate slightly with Cen Yi's breathing, showing them all the time With the vitality of the owner's unrestrained enthusiasm.

Cen Yi's hand was still grasping Su Wen's. His knuckles were broad and strong, and his palm was burning hot. The wide palm easily wrapped around the back of Su Wen's hand.

Su Wen's eyelashes twitched slightly, as if being burned by Cen Yi's body temperature, he withdrew his hand all of a sudden.

At almost the same moment, Cen Yi also let go of his hand.

Su Wen turned back to his body, his face was calm, but his heartbeat was a little fast, and the bases of his ears were slightly hot, but it was hidden under the heavy clothes, making it extremely difficult for others to notice.

He stared forward as if to cover up, and coughed lightly: "This is pretty good, there is no need to reduce it."

Cen Yi hid in the dark, his expression could not be seen clearly in the dim light.

After a while, Cen Yi's slightly thick and low "hmm" came from the dark place.

The author says:

So here comes the question, does Teacher Su know