After the Rebirth of the Film Emperor

"Your dad beat you? No way, he loves you so much!"

Wen Che's first impression of Li Shaoyao was that he was a poor kid who was squeezed out by the elders of the family. If there was not only Li Shaoyao left in a really rich family like Li Shaoyao, the family strife alone would eat up people to the bone. .

But he was luckier than Ji Zhizhen, at least Li Shaohao's parents really valued this son, but the elders of the Li family were not easy to get along with, otherwise the 19-year-old Li Shaohao would have to be entrusted to Wen Che back then to attend a dinner party?

"Did your uncle arrange something for you again? Or your aunt? Didn't your mother... aunt stop you?"

Li Shaohao grabbed his wrist and stopped his thoughts, "No one arranged for me, they didn't dare. I accepted the punishment myself. As you said, I have to bear the price for everything I do."

"These sixty canes are my price for protecting you."

Ji Zhiyong wanted to touch the wound, but he had nowhere to go, "Sixty blows, uncle really has to go, this is going to rip the skin apart."

"It's not that exaggerated. My dad is light-hearted, but after dozens of blows, it's inevitable that the skin will break and bleed." Li Shaoyao was still in the mood to joke, "Just lie down like a turtle for a few days."

"Have you seen a doctor yet?"

"The doctor has seen it." He propped up his upper body again, "The food on your table looks good, but I have to avoid it for a few days."

"That's right, I'm afraid it will cause inflammation if I eat spicy food now, but there is still a plate of cabbage on the table, without adding chili, you can eat that."

"The mouth is weak, and I don't want to eat vegetables."

"Are you still picky eaters?"

"I am a patient."

Ji Zhilong had no choice but to take him. After thinking about it, he said, "The soup in the pot, clear soup with matsutake mushrooms, let me serve some? You can eat that."

"it is good."

Ji Zhilong immediately got up and went downstairs to get a bowl of soup.

Li Shaohao had already sat up by himself, and because he knew the inside story, Ji Zhimeng felt that he was much haggard in an instant.

He sat on the side of the bed and passed the bowl over. Li Shaoyao slightly raised his hand, and that pretty face turned hideous into an ugly orange.

This exaggerated acting made Ji Zhilong so amused that he almost couldn't even hold the bowl, so he took the initiative to say: "Okay, I'll feed you, feed you!"

Only then did Li Shaohao let go of his superior facial features and become a quiet sick beauty.

Ji Zhiyong fed him spoonful by spoonful, and he drank it in mouthfuls, not forgetting to boast a few words every now and then.

When the soup bottomed out, the eyes of the two were still in the same direction. When Zhizheng put the bowl on the table, he didn't pay attention for a moment, and the spoon slipped out. He hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but Li Shaohao grabbed the soup spoon before him. , and by the way, took Zhilong's hand into his palm.

He grabbed it, and didn't let go, put the spoon back on the table, carefully opened Ji Zhixuan's clenched fist with his hands, carefully looked at the skin of his palm, and asked with concern: "Did the oil splash on your hand? "

"How come, I'm a reserve chef."

"Chef reserve? Why didn't I know you were so good?" Li Shaohao was as novel as discovering a new world, "Zhimo, you can also cook?"

"To tell you the truth, I'm really good at it."

Wen Che is not humble when it comes to things that he is good at. He is not humble, so the knowledge at the moment is naturally not humble. He got closer, and rubbed Ji Zhilong with the tip of his nose.

If two match heads rub together like this, they will catch fire, but people will only ignite their desires.

But before the fire of desire ignited, Ji Zhizheng lightly poked Li Shaohao's shoulder, ruthlessly exposing, "Your hand hurts so much that you can't lift it?"

Li Shaoyao: "..."

Forgot to act.

He was about to pretend to be in pain, when Ji Zhirong smiled and said, "Do you think I'm so easy to deceive?"

"Take a good rest, let's talk after the injury is healed."

Ji Zhijun pushed him back under the quilt, got up and took the bowl and left.

Li Shaoyao felt that the 60 billion loss was really worth it.

When Wen Che is in a mess and needs to find something to calm down, he usually chooses to wash the dishes. Although there is a dishwasher next to him, and even though Ah Jing is also a manual dishwasher, he still wears gloves and lathers with dish soap. Get yourself a rag to clean the oil stains in the bowl.

It seems that after washing the dishes, the mess in my heart is also sorted out.

The root of the chaos is that when Li Shaoyao approached just now, his first reaction was not to avoid, nor was he telling himself that it was a deal as before, and then just let him toss with his eyes closed.

Just now, he not only didn't want to resist, but even looked forward to it, and even his body became dry.

Really, it's a mess.

After washing the dishes, his cheeks were still hot, so he had to take another shower, but as a result, he was steamed by the heat of the bathroom, and the roots of his ears turned red.

When it was time to go to bed, Ji Zhilong wanted to go to the second bedroom to pass the test, but Ah Jing deliberately guarded the door and reminded him to go to the master bedroom to sleep, saying that the quilt in the second bedroom was used to bask in the moon.

...what a basking moon.

Ji Zhizheng had no choice but to go to the master bedroom. When he entered the room, there was only a small warm-colored night light on. Li Shaoyao was lying on his side, breathing evenly, as if he was asleep.

It’s good to fall asleep, so that he can’t see his blushing cheeks and ears. Before going to bed, he turned off the night light and crawled into the bed in the dark. Unexpectedly, he just lay down. A big hand wrapped around his waist, dragging him to the right, until he crashed into a warm embrace.

Li Shaohao put her head between Zhizhi's neck and shoulders, and her disheveled hair scratched the most sensitive skin behind Ji Zhizhen's ears.

Zhiyong found tragically that even his breathing became much thicker.

How could this be?

You haven't done that for a month, and you're so sensitive? !

He embarrassedly tried to cover up these shameful changes, but the wind in his ears made him feel dry.

"You really want it?"

"......................"

"You didn't sleep?"

"You woke me up. You know." Li Shaoyao deliberately leaned into his ear, and sighed softly, "How can you not leave me?"

"You still have injuries on your back, don't mess around." Ji Zhijun already wanted to run away, "I still, I'd better go to the second bedroom...uh—"

Before the words were finished, the other party had already easily controlled him with his hands.

"Tell me, how to cook matsutake to be delicious?"

"..."

"Don't tell me, I'll try it myself."

The shape of fresh matsutake is like an umbrella, the cap is brown, the stipe is white and tender, and the flesh is thick. When rubbing it in your hand, you must not only control the strength, but also require the chef to have certain skills. The matsutake grown in the greenhouse has the most moisture. , fiddle with the pulp of the mushroom cap a little, you can squeeze out the water, and when it squeezes out the juice from the whole body, it will overflow with fine aroma and boiling sound...

Ji Zhiyong was sweating profusely, lamenting that marriage is not easy with tears in his eyes.

Man is Daozu, I am matsutake.