Dressed as a canary and turned into an attack

Chu Yao excitedly pawed at the trash can, wishing to pour out the burnt vegetables to see if they were the ingredients that Pei Xi loved to cook before.

The two best dishes that Peixi cooked in her previous life were stir-fried seasonal vegetables and boiled various sliced ​​meat. The former would not be unpalatable if it was cooked in the pot until it was perfectly cooked and green. Base material.

Almost every other dish left Chu Yao with an indescribable shock. When he and Pei Xi came back from the farming variety show, the other party was encouraged by the tricks and compliments in the barrage, and they must catch Chu Yao's attention. Stomach, because of this, the burnt smell has been lingering in the house for at least half a month.

It was so similar to the smell emanating from the trash can in front of him at this moment.

Chu Yao has always believed that a person's soul has a smell, and his child is as clear and transparent as the sun, and it is not so incomprehensible that the dishes made by the sun have a burnt smell.

Right.

It can be explained.

Chu Yao believed that only his children could cook this burnt smell.

But looking at Su Xingqiao's closed door, he knew that there was no way to prove it today, and he couldn't bear to let his children get up just to cook a meal.

He has to be more cautious, not afraid of [-], just in case, it is enough to do bungee jumping from the commanding heights of emotions once a year, and if there are too many, he may not be able to wait for someone to grow old together.

In the middle of the night, Chu Yao filled his stomach with the burnt smell in the trash can, and when he passed by the cloakroom, his heart skipped a beat.

Assuming Su Xingqiao is Pei Xi, then what did he do in the evening?

He took two sets of clothes and asked Su Xingqiao, which one looked better, and then he obviously questioned Su Xingqiao's aesthetics and choice, and in the end he didn't wear the two sets, so he chose a new one.

Chu Yao scratched his hair, what's the matter!

But...maybe...it turned out better than him wearing the other outfit being compared.

Otherwise, I will wear the suit chosen by Su Xingqiao tomorrow.

Annoyed, Chu Yao took off his coat and threw it into the laundry basket. Anyway, he didn't want to see this dress again.

After washing and throwing himself into the soft bed, Chu Yao folded his arms, folded his hands on the back of his head, and tugged at the transparent string at his heart.

"System, why did my character escape a lot?"

Chu Yao lay on the bed and went through all his experiences in this world before the system came up, "I'm sorry, I'm too busy! One sentence explains that your integration with the world has become higher, so there will be a slight impact, the essence is still You take the lead yourself, and the system told lies and was struck by lightning and got killed by you, is there anything else? I’m leaving without me.”

"No, go away."

The string trembled and the air fluctuated back to normal. Chu Yao stretched out his palm to grab it, and the slightly cold air flowed through the gap between his fingers.

"Run fast."

Early the next morning, as soon as the morning light entered Chu Yao's room and painted the wall opposite the floor-to-ceiling windows in a golden color, Chu Yao bounced up from the bed in a jerk.

Last night, I deliberately didn't draw the curtains before going to bed, because I was afraid that I wouldn't wake up in time in the dark environment in the morning, so I set seven or eight alarm clocks by the way. Chu Yao looked at his phone, and none of the alarm clocks sounded yet.

After turning them off, Chu Yao went to the bathroom to take a shower in good spirits.

The young body is white and flexible, the rushing water rushes down the skin, and the fine water mist arouses permeates the whole body, revealing some unusual scenery indistinctly.

Chu Yao has slender limbs, is more than 1.8 meters tall, and has an excellent head-to-body ratio. He raised his face and let the shower spray on his face. .

Further down is the neat eight-pack abs, rising and falling with Chu Yao's breathing.

To be honest, Chu Yao's current body frame is not very big, and it can even be said to be slender. To put it bluntly, he looks thin when he wears clothes and takes off his clothes. and temperament.

Now Chu Yao adjusted his micro-expression in front of the mirror. If it was a little softer, he would be easily bullied.

No matter how awkward Chu Yao looked, he returned to his expressionless face, cold and indifferent, which made him look much more pleasing to the eye.

Chu Yao opened the door the first time he heard a noise outside the bedroom.

He faced Su Xingqiao face to face.

"Morning, Mr. Chu." Su Xingqiao quickly came to his senses, raised his hand and waved it twice, saying hello to Chu Yao.

It's like a lucky cat in a store.

Chu Yao is more emotional than the other party. If Su Xingqiao is blue, then Chu Yao is red.

"Good morning, Su Xingqiao!" Chu Yao closed the door of his bedroom and walked towards Su Xingqiao, "Why did you wake up so early?"

"Ah, is it early?" Su Xingqiao opened his eyes slightly, a little embarrassed, he was earlier than now a few days ago, and he doesn't know why, with Chu Yao around, he always sleeps longer, like It was today, and he got up late to make breakfast for Chu Yao.

Standing one step away from Su Xingqiao, Chu Yao watched the other party's ears gradually turn red, burning all the way to his cheeks, like the burning clouds occupying the sky in the summer evening.

It seems that the person is embarrassed, Chu Yao decided to pass him a step, "I go out for a run now, can I have breakfast when I come back? Just keep it simple, I don't choose."

Chu Yao smiled friendlyly at Su Xingqiao, took out the towel that he had prepared earlier and hung it around his neck, told Su Xingqiao again to make breakfast casually, then put on his running shoes and went out.

When he got downstairs, Chu Yao flexed his wrists and ankles, started slowly, explored the surrounding area, and finally ran three or four laps around the large lake in the community, so surprised that the birds looking for food were chirping as if they were scolding him.

But all of this did not affect Chu Yao's joyful mood.

Sure enough, after returning home, Su Xingqiao did not disappoint him. Before opening the door, Chu Yao deliberately explained himself outside the door. If Su Xingqiao didn't do what he remembered, how would he maintain his sanity.

First of all, don't scare him, and second, go out immediately.

Restraining the turbulent emotions of the night, if he can't run along the established river valley, his reason will definitely break the embankment, and Su Xingqiao will bear the brunt.

Now that Chu Yao smelled the familiar aroma, even if he was far away, Chu Yao could be sure that what Su Xingqiao made was tomato and egg lump soup.

A small bowl of viscous and clear red pimple soup is placed on the dining table, accompanied by milky steamed buns and beef sauce.

Chu Yao sniffed, and said to Su Xingqiao at the dining table, "It's a bit extravagant."

Su Xingqiao didn't know why, so he thought that Chu Yao was dissatisfied, and was afraid to serve the ordinary bowl of pimple soup.

Chu Yao grabbed Su Xingqiao's slender wrist, feeling even more astonished that he was too thin.

Without daring to use a little force, Chu Yao quickly let go, only the fingertips slightly scratched the skin, giving Su Xingqiao a tingling numbness.

Su Xingqiao immediately held the tingling wrist with the other hand, felt that this movement was not good, and put his hands behind his back, and said to Chu Yao with a cold face, "You can eat breakfast first, wait a while I'll clean up the dishes."

"Hey, have you eaten Su Xingqiao?" Chu Yao finally found his little friend, how could he let him go easily, "Let's have breakfast together, you look thin."

It will definitely hurt me when I hug it.

Chu Yao took the initiative to pull the chair away for someone, because Su Xingqiao didn't like to touch, so he stood upright and waited for someone to sit down by himself.

Star-like eyes looked at Su Xingqiao radiantly, Su Xingqiao felt that he was about to melt, the cage formed by his heart couldn't contain the group of dancing butterflies, how could mortals resist the grace of the gods.

For the first time, Su Xingqiao thanked those three scumbags for instilling so much knowledge and etiquette of the upper class in him, so that he would not be rude at this moment.

Seeing that the other party sat down obediently, Chu Yao handed the bowl of soup in front of him to Su Xingqiao's hand, went to the kitchen to get a bowl, and filled another bowl.

I tested the temperature with the back of my hand, and there was not much difference. It seemed that Su Xingqiao hadn't been filled in advance.

"Drink it while it's hot to warm your stomach."

Su Xingqiao obediently picked up the small bowl and warmed it in his palm, dispelling the coldness of early autumn.

Pimple soup is not difficult to make, but he still meticulously made every step perfect, and prepared everything only ten minutes ago. He was afraid that the soup would be cold if it was served too early, and the taste would not be good, so he kept it in the pot Warm.

I lay on the glass of the balcony and looked downstairs. After waiting for a long time, I finally waited for Chu Yao's figure to appear within sight. When I saw him enter the building, I went to take out the bowl of soup and put it on the table.

Su Xingqiao's thinking is very simple, he just wants to see him more, what kind of food he eats, and whether he is cold or not is the second place.

Chu Yao relished it as he ate it. As expected, he taught it with his own hands, and it was authentic.

He had finished drinking a small bowl, and Su Xingqiao was still sipping at a speed not much better than a snail gnawing leaves.

"Su Xingqiao, do you have a nickname? It's always a three-character name, which always feels strange." Seeing that he couldn't drink anymore, Chu Yao brought up a topic.

Su Xingqiao put down the bowl, but still held it in the palm of his hand, silent, as if he was seriously thinking about it, and Chu Yao, who was waiting, wanted to say that we should think of one now, so he said slowly, "The former dean's mother said, The first pronunciation I learned was xi, so I was given the nickname Xixi, but I haven’t used it for a long time.”

Su Xingqiao's eyes are full of nostalgia, he doesn't know whether he is missing the person who named him Xixi, or the time when he was called Xixi.

Chu Yao was ecstatic when he heard the name Xixi, but his heart was quickly caught by Su Xingqiao's expression.

His Sisi suffered a lot and suffered a lot during his absence.

He can sit here properly because of his sudden kindness.

Kindness.

Chu Yao suddenly asked himself, is that really kind?

At that time, he was obviously fascinated by those eyes, but for another person he had assumed, he ignored all kinds of feelings.

Now he wants to make up for his child. The question is, can his Xixi bravely accept a relationship?