prince and his shield

"Fried chicken?" Steve looked at the sign, and looked at Ross Eaton speechlessly, "You want Paul's fried chicken? Seriously?"

"Don't you like it?" Rose Eaton looked at him in surprise, "I thought you really wanted to eat it. Didn't you always eat it secretly?"

Steve scratched the side of his forehead.

He had many illnesses before and had always eaten 'healthy'.Low sugar, low salt, low cholesterol.

The fried ones are completely inedible.He does often eat secretly.

"You're a model, you can't eat casually." Steve tried to stop, and then paused, "...Wait a minute, how do you know I'll steal it?"

Royston looked at him: "You told me."

"...I didn't tell you."

"Then you didn't tell me, how would I know?" Royston asked if you were stupid.

Steve... "I..."

Royston looked at him with his arms folded.

"What are you?"

"..." Steve was speechless.Did he really say it by accident?

"Don't think about things you can't understand with your little head." Royston stroked his head affectionately, "Go ahead and eat."

"...OK." Steve lifted his paw, "Just don't touch it anymore. Also, what else did you do to my phone?"

"It's just adding an alarm clock and changing the screensaver." Royston pouted, "You're so stingy."

"...Is this a question of being stingy or not?!"

"Well, then you are not stingy. You can invite lunch."

"...I—" Steve gasped.

"Roy is here--" There was a trembling man sitting in the store, his old teeth had fallen out, and he felt that he was about to ascend to heaven at any time. He smiled and approached with his walking stick on wheels, "What do you want to eat?"

Steve looked at Royston.

"Same as usual." Rose Eaton raised his hand to support him.

The old man pushed his hand away, and the old man curled up and stared at Steve: "You—"

"Steve," Rose Eaton patted his face and then his shoulder, "is he strong?"

After finishing speaking, he even pinched his pectoralis major muscle.

"Look, this chicken breast. Tsk tsk tsk—"

Steve's chest went numb, and he quickly patted his hand away: "Bowen!"

"Hey, strong, strong - really strong." The old man tremblingly said a few 'deadly strong【strong】'.

"Just come back, just come back—" The old man smiled like a bright chrysanthemum.

Steve wanted to scold but couldn't, and he warned.However, Royston didn't eat oil and salt, didn't eat soft and hard things, and he couldn't help but really hurt him.

My heart is restless.

"You're not good enough." The old man smashed his dry lips, "Okay, why don't you come back sooner—"

Steve has met Peggy, and knows that such old people have their own worldview.You can't argue with him, the more you argue, the more stable his worldview will be.

Che Jilu's words can brainwash you to the point where you just want to agree and accept everything.

"Well, I remember." Steve answered honestly.

Royston sneered and gave him a blank look.

Big fool.

"I'll fry chicken for you." The old man walked towards the kitchen trembling.

"Hey, no, no—" Steve quickly shied away.

The old man pushed his hand away: "No need. You can eat when you grow stronger! Eat more."

Steve winks at Ross Eaton.

"Helena—Helena—" cried the old man.

"Ah, Dad," the blond woman poked her head out of the kitchen, "what's the matter?"

"Fry a big portion." The old man raised his voice.

Steve... It turned out that he didn't want to do it himself.

The old god Ross Eaton is looking for a seat and sitting down.

The third position by the window, you can just see the big display board across the road.Now all that remains is a rusty steel frame with torn poster cloth hanging down from it.

During that time, there has been a recruiting Uncle Sam hanging there.The 'Iwantyou' poster was later replaced by a poster taken by the commando team, and the other half was a female soldier sitting on a plane with a protruding front and back.

According to Barnes, they look very handsome hanging there.Let yourself take a good look, what is he looking at?

He doesn't look at it.Sorry.

Later, it seems that there is no more.But if you've seen it, you don't have to be like this now.

Steve's eyes followed him, and he was a little surprised to see the display board outside.

Something flashed through my mind, but I couldn't catch it.

Royston turned his head to see his puzzled expression, and let out a little laughter from his throat: "Don't use your brain to think of problems you can't think of."

"...I didn't—" Steve squeezed his hands, then hissed.

He has been led by the nose.This feels kind of bad.

The aroma of deep frying quickly dissipated and permeated the shop.

Steve turned his head and glanced at the window, then looked around: "There don't seem to be many people in this store."

"This shop only serves a few people." Royston held one hand and looked at him with his chin resting on his cheek.

"?" Steve looked at him suspiciously.

"Me, you." Rose Eaton smiled.

"You want to book out the fried chicken?" Steve looked at him, speechless.

The corners of Rose Eaton's raised lips drooped, and the dead fish looked at him.

"...What?" Steve looked embarrassed.

Royston babbled and shook his head: "You are a fucking miracle."

Steve... "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing."

The fried chicken was served, and Rose Eaton stuffed a fried chicken nugget into his mouth: "Eat, eat, don't think too much."

Steve, who was burned, hurriedly pushed his hand away and hissed.

"Heh—" Ross Eaton watched him looking for water, and laughed twice.

"..." Steve took a sip of water and looked at him.

Did he say anything that offended him?Didn't say anything.

"Look at what?" Royston squinted.

"..." Steve coughed lightly, "It's nothing."

Words from the heart.

Rose Eaton looked at his flushed mouth and frowned: "It hurts?"

"Nothing." Steve shook his head.It's just that his senses are a little sharper than normal, just...Of course it will get better soon.

Ross Eaton put a hand around his jaw, and Steve froze.

There was a sound of the chair being pulled back, and Ross Eaton licked him on the mouth.

Steve jerked back, covering his mouth, eyes wide.

Rose Eaton smacked his lips and laughed: "I forgive you~"

Steve... "Bowen—!"

"Call me Roy." Royston put his chin on his hands and smiled.

"..." Steve swallowed dryly, and threw the fried chicken in his hand into the woven bamboo plate, "You can't just... just say that you want to pursue others, and then start to act recklessly!"

"Playing with my mobile phone again, and... again—you can't!"

Royston straightened his back and put his hands on his knees: "Are you murdering me?"

Steve... "Let me tell you, are you paying attention?"

"Forget it." Royston backed away, got up and walked out.

Steve froze.He didn't move until Royston pushed the door to go out.

"Have you had a quarrel?" The old man tremblingly sat across from him.

"..." Steve...

"That's your fault."

Steve felt that the old man's conclusion was a bit hasty.

"...he—" Steve squeezed his hand, "he kind of... crossed the line."

"That's still your fault." The old man thought carefully this time.

Still sloppy.

Steve closed his eyes, looked down at the fried chicken in front of him, and then at the unmoving one opposite.

"He's too…" Steve held back for a moment, "I'm not used to it. Slow down? I need time. Right? There's going to be a transition period anyway—"

Hearing what he was complaining about, Steve's face turned green.

Is this a transition issue?Not even after the transition! !

"I think it's still your fault." The old man shook his walking stick.

Steve... "..."

"You kept him waiting for too long." The old man said earnestly.

"..." Less than 3 minutes passed.Steve glanced at the door, but saw no one.

Go a little fast.

"—I'll call him." Steve reluctantly took out his cell phone.

After the unlock failed, he paused.Holding the phone and pinching it, looking at the lock screen for a while, he stuffed the phone in his pocket.

No, he can't be so casual.

You can't be softhearted about this.Can't open this head.

So he struggled to finish a portion of fried chicken. The old man sighed and sat back in his old seat tremblingly.

Steve was so seen by him that he almost thought he was a heartbreaker.

After eating without taste, and paying the bill impatiently, Steve walked out and let out a long breath.

Rub your indigestion stomach.Probably an illusion, he doesn't suffer from indigestion.

Looking around, he scratched his temples and decided to drive around to see where the people had gone.

Opening the door, he froze.

"You really didn't even chase it out." Royston smashed the U-shaped pillow in the back seat.

Steve grabbed the pillow: "...the fried chicken is on."

"Are you having a good time kissing fried chicken?!" Royston looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitching.After looking at the things that were not thrown away, he threw out the tissue box on the back window.

Steve took the tissue box, helpless.

"It's just...you can't just care about your loved ones anymore." Steve compromised.

Ross Eaton raised his eyebrows and stopped: "That's fine."

Steve had no choice but to throw the U-shaped pillow into the back seat, put the tissue box in front, and stepped into the driver's seat.

"Where are you going now? What do you want to eat?" Steve put on his seat belt, "I don't want to go back."

no face.

"Don't eat."

"Eat something." Steve looked at him through the rearview mirror.

"No." Rose Eaton lazily.

"..." Steve rubbed the steering wheel, "OK. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shouted at you."

"Oh."

"Can you stop being angry? Let's eat."

"Don't eat."

"Bowen, don't go too far. If you don't eat, it's not because I'm hungry." Steve gritted his teeth.

"Call me Roy."

"... Roy, do you want to eat?" Steve sighed weakly and started the car.

"Go to the supermarket~"

"Okay, okay——" Steve felt that he was forced to be honest by the power.

The car was parked on the second basement floor. Steve opened the door and got out of the car, and the two walked into the elevator.

Royston folded his hands behind his back.

"What do you want to buy?" Steve remembered that Ross Eaton's pocket money was still with him.

"Marshmallow." Ross Eaton opened his mouth.

"Cotton candy? I have a lot over there, and I can bring it to you later." Steve glanced at him sideways, hesitated, and said it out.

"You only have a budget of fifty dollars. Want something else?"

"You have a lot of marshmallows?" Ross Eaton looked at him strangely.

"...Yes." Steve took a deep breath.

Royston snorted, "Steve, I'll make a report."

"what?"

"I want to kiss you."

There is no way to hide in a narrow space.Steve cut the man's arm backwards, and Rose Eaton jumped up, afraid of dislocating the man's arm, so he let go immediately.

Finally got kissed.

"...You forgot what we said just now?" Steve had no strength left to struggle.

"I made a report." Ross Eaton said honestly.

"what?"

"You said you can't be casual. I made a report——"

"...You can eat supermarket salad today. Salad. You know? You can only buy milk. No marshmallows!"

"Milk... and cucumber salad, with two hard-boiled eggs?"

"...stop."

"Stop what?"

"Don't talk. Don't move. Don't—"

"Don't breathe? It will kill you."

"God. I'll resign."

"Don't worry, I know your family and I can find it."

In less than 2 minutes to the elevator, Steve wanted to die.

"You're just like your great-grandfather—" Steve blurted out.

When it's annoying, it makes people go crazy and want to take it out and throw it away.

"What am I like?" Royston plucked his ears.

"……nothing."

"Me and I was... grandpa?"

Steve was speechless.

"Grandpa Zeng?" Ross Eaton looked at his face and repeated in a high voice.

"...It's a metaphor."

"Grandpa Zeng. Hmm." Royston had a strange expression on his face, as if he was holding back a smile until his facial muscles twitched.

"Why on earth is it so funny?" Steve was powerless.Laughing is like shaking, shaking all the way.

"...cough—" Royston sniffed, with his hands drooping on his arms and a mask on his face, "It's nothing, I just feel a little pitiful for you."

Not only did she think that she had greened him, but she also fell into the edge of chaos and the vortex again.

"Why?" Finally, sympathy burst out, don't you want to torment yourself anymore?

"Hey, don't use your barren little brain to think about incomprehensible problems. Shall we go buy cucumbers?"

"...you can shut up."

"You can chop it up like a hard-boiled egg for me as before. The way you chop cucumbers is really manly. Tsk tsk tsk——"

"...I beg you. Can you stop bringing this up?"

"How healthy~ It's green, yellow and white."

Steve...why does he always feel that the objects referred to by these colors are not right.

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