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Mu De blinked hesitantly, a little flinched on his handsome face, and he still felt that he had no appetite.

On a white porcelain plate, there are strangely shaped dumplings.

Chu Mingkun sat down, rested his chin and looked at him with anticipation.

"Try it quickly."

The man was indeed a little hungry, drinking on an empty stomach made his stomach feel a little uncomfortable, but looking at these dumplings... still a little apprehensive.

"No... you won't have a stomachache, will you?"

The delicate Adam's apple on his neck moved up and down, and his usual calm expression rarely showed a bit of confusion. He kept looking at the young man opposite him, showing a bit of dependence unconsciously.

"No way."

Chu Mingkun shook his head resolutely, "If my dad has a stomachache after eating, I guess he will chase him all over the yard with a broom and beat him up."

For some reason, Chu Mingkun suddenly felt that it was so cute when a mature, steady and charming old man like Mu De showed such a childlike blankness!

No, no, was he infected by that skinny baby at home?What are these... what ideas!

Mu De is already eating dumplings.

His movements are very elegant, and he uses a knife and fork. Even though he has been here for so long, he still doesn't know how to use chopsticks.

Chu Mingkun also served himself a plate, but did not move his chopsticks for the time being, but looked at Mu De expectantly, trying to see something from his expression, so as to give himself a vaccination.

The man frowned slightly, chewing the dumpling carefully, until he swallowed the whole dumpling, he was slightly relieved.

"It seems...not bad."

The taste is very fragrant, moderately salty, with leek and egg filling, and mixed with shrimp. Except that the dumpling skin is a bit sticky, so that the taste is not very good, it seems that other aspects... are okay.

Chu Mingkun was relieved when he heard that, picked up a whole looking one on his plate, and bit down.

"Ouch!"

His teeth hit something as hard as iron. Chu Mingkun felt the pain, clutched his chin, and spat out a coin under Mu De's puzzled eyes.

It's still... one yuan.

He couldn't laugh or cry.

"It's a custom in our hometown."

Twirling the shiny coin with his fingertips, Chu Mingkun rubbed his chin while explaining to the man opposite: "Wrap the coin, and whoever gets it will have good luck in the coming year."

The man understood, and smiled with his good-looking eyebrows. He took the coin with some novelty, and said, "It seems that you will have good luck in the coming year."

Chu Mingkun laughed: "Just now I was thinking that it would be rare to find a whole one, but...it turned out that it was because of the coins inside that it was not broken!"

That kid's skill at making dumplings is really scary.

Late at night, the lights are warm, the cold wind is howling outside, and the sound of firecrackers and fireworks are constantly flowing into my ears from far and near.

The two sat opposite each other, the room was lit, and laughter continued.

After eating the dumplings, Chu Mingkun cleared the table with his hands, and when he came back, he saw the man lying on the small sofa with a peaceful expression, quietly waiting for him.

The Western man with cold and deep features, clearly has a tall frame, but when he hugs him, he feels surprisingly thin.

Chu Mingkun's heart softened, he sat beside him, hugged him, slowly touched his back, and asked softly: "Have you been sitting for a long time today? Is your back hurting? Do you want to lie down for a while?"

The man tilted his head, his straight nose brushed across Chu Mingkun's cheeks, and smiled, handsome and gentle.

"It's okay, I feel...very happy."

He seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on his brows and eyes, shining brightly, and he could easily detect the meaning of joy.

"Why are you happy? Haven't I been with you all the time?"

Chu Mingkun nestled into his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, and slowly rubbed his warm palm against his protruding spine, and then moved down, slowly following him.

The various injuries on this person's body are all old things, and it is inevitable that sitting for a long time will make him feel uncomfortable, but he has always endured it by himself and never said it. Even if Chu Mingkun mentioned it, it was just an explanation I am used to it, and I always talk about it every day, which is easy to be annoying.

But he... never gets bored!

As time passed, Chu Mingkun stopped forcing him, instead he would pay more attention to him so that this person would not feel uncomfortable.

"Ah."

The man moved his body slightly, and said with a smile: "When you are by my side, every moment is happy."

After hearing this, Chu Mingkun raised his head and asked in surprise, "Why have you been talking more and more sweetly lately?"

As he asked, he came closer, looked left and right, and said with a teasing tone: "Could it be stealing something good?"

The man lowered his head, the vortex in his eyes deepened, and he slowly approached, his tone gradually hoarse: "Probably... Maybe yes, so Xiaokun, do you want to have a taste?"

Chu Mingkun laughed out loud.

But before he finished laughing, he felt dizzy for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he was already pressed on the sofa.

Raising his eyes, he met the man's beautiful pupils.

The distance between the two was so close that their noses touched, their eyes met each other, and fierce sparks burst out.

Mu Desheng's eyes are extremely good-looking, with slightly sunken eye sockets, with deep and clear eyes unique to Westerners. His dark blue pupils reflect an intoxicating light, his nose is straight, his lips are thin, and his expression is gentle.

He looked deeply at Chu Mingkun, with boundless affection in his eyes, like waves passing by, full of nostalgia.

Chu Mingkun couldn't help thinking in a trance, what virtue and ability did he have...to be favored by such a person?

The light in the room was dim, and the atmosphere was right at the moment. Both of them were smiling. Mu De leaned on one side and was about to bend down to kiss his lover when he suddenly felt a pain in his stomach and heard a "gudu" bowel sound.

Hey?

Obviously, Chu Mingkun heard it too.

"What's the matter? Did you eat your stomach?"

Both of them sat up, and the atmosphere disappeared immediately. The man clutched his stomach, calmed down, felt a little uncomfortable, and his pretty brows were tightly frowned: "I don't feel... not very comfortable."

At this moment, Chu Mingkun also felt a pain in his stomach, and heard a loud bowel sound from his own stomach.

Mu De was surprised.

The two looked at each other, and said in unison: "Jiaozi—"

Of course, the fact that the two of them ended up running to the bathroom all night on New Year's Eve is another story.

The culprit was naturally those two plates of dumplings.

Fortunately, there was more than one bathroom in the house. When Chu Mingkun got up from the toilet with his hands on his stomach for the nth time, and staggered to go out with his hands on his stomach, he gritted his teeth so much that he wanted to tie up that guy Chu Xiaoheng and beat him up hard.

The whole night of spring dinner was completely defeated by that plate of dumplings.