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The next day, Ji Li got up early and fried two eggs and toasted two slices of bread for breakfast.

Zhao Ying never had the habit of getting up early, so he left a copy for Zhao Ying and went to work.

Another hour passed after Ji Li left, Zhao Ying got up from the bed leisurely, ate breakfast in a leisurely manner, and helped Ji Li wash the dishes diligently, and then returned to the next door.

Standing at the door, he gracefully took out a key from his trouser pocket.

How could he do such a stupid thing as forgetting his keys?

It's just that she wants to find an excuse to stay at Ji Li's house.

but......

This excuse can only be used once, and I will have to think of it again tonight.

In the evening, Ji Li went upstairs with a large box of snail powder, which was given to him by Liu Ting.

Liu Ting didn't go home during Chinese New Year this year, these snail noodles were sent by Liu Ting's mother from her hometown.

After getting some food for Abeka first, Ji Li couldn't wait to try the snail powder.

He opened a bag and hadn't put it in the pot to cook when the knock on the door interrupted him.

Opening the door, Zhao Ying stood pitifully at the door, looking at him like a puppy with a pair of eyes, exactly the same as when Abeka was begging with him:

"Uncle Ji, hungry, eat rice."

"Can't you order takeaway yourself?"

Ji Li stared at him for a long time, and finally sighed. Although he was very disgusted, he still let him into the room.

Abeka yelled at him again, and ran towards him on her hind legs, as if pressing him under him. Zhao Ying patted Abeka on the head and joked:

"Little thing, I asked you to press it once yesterday, are you still addicted to it?"

Ji Li ignored him, went back to the kitchen and tore open another pack of snail noodles, and put them together in the pot to cook.The water in the pot boiled into bubbles, and Zhao Ying's laughter and Abeka's happy cry could be faintly heard from the room.Ji Li couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, put the cooked rice noodles in cold water for a while, and put them aside for later use.

He put the broth into the pot again, and when he was about to put in the seasoning, Zhao Ying came in and hugged him from behind:

"Uncle Ji, when can I eat? I'm so hungry. There's a lot of work, and I'm so busy that I don't even have time for lunch."

Ji Li originally planned to push him away, but when he heard that he didn't even eat lunch, he suddenly couldn't bear it.

"Wait a minute, it will be ready soon. This is instant food, very fast."

At this time, Abeka came in, and seemed very dissatisfied with Zhao Ying holding Ji Li, so she pulled Zhao Ying's trouser legs vigorously with her mouth, and while pulling, her mouth made a whimpering sound.

"What, this stinky dog!"

Zhao Ying shook the leg that was bitten by Abeka, trying to shake Abeka aside, but he couldn't shake it at all, and instead received Ji Li's stare:

"Don't bully Abeka."

"Uncle Ji! Obviously it was Abeka who provoked him first!"

Zhao Ying pouted, not happy:

"You're biased! I'm not happy! It's only been a few days, and your relationship with Abeka is so good!"

"Maybe I get along better with Abeka. You are such a grown-up, and you keep fighting with a puppy. Are you embarrassed?"

"He provoked it first! What happened to the puppy! The puppy has a lot of bad intentions!"

Ji Li was concentrating on cooking snail noodles, and really didn't have the time to mediate the conflict between the two guys. When the rice noodles were almost cooked in the pot with the seasoning, Ji Li put the sour bamboo shoots in, and the room was immediately filled with the smell of sour bamboo shoots. Zhao Ying wrinkled his nose due to the peculiar smell.

"Go, help me get the washed rapeseed, and then go into the house and wait."

Ji Li patted his hand lightly.

Zhao Ying was as obedient as a child, nodded and said hello, and then let go of Ji Li.

Before Abeka let go of him, he glared angrily:

"Get up! Abeka! I'm going to work!"

Zhao Ying handed the washed vegetables to Ji Li, and happened to find that Abeka wanted to sneak in and rub Ji Li's trouser legs, so he quickly hugged Abeka:

"Want to touch my Uncle Ji? Dreaming!"

As he spoke, he carried Abeka, who was struggling non-stop, into the house.

The snail noodles are cooked quickly.

Peanuts and deep-fried yuba are hidden among the criss-cross rice noodles, covered with fungus, sour bamboo shoots and green vegetables. The soup is embedded with red chili oil, which is mouth-watering.

"This is very spicy. You didn't eat anything at noon. There is bread at home. Would you like to eat it with it?"

Ji Li put a bowl full of snail noodles in front of Zhao Ying, and turned to get him bread, but was stopped by Zhao Ying.

"No need! I'm a 'bronze kidney and iron stomach', and the spiciness doesn't bother me."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Ying of "Bronze Kidney and Iron Stomach" picked up the chopsticks and stabbed them into powder, full of praise while chattering:

"Delicious! Authentic! Ahem..."

He was a little anxious to eat, and the chili choked his throat, making tears flow out of him.

Ji Li quickly poured him a glass of water, patted his back and patted his back, and waited for him to recover before sitting down to eat.

Abeka also came over, looking eagerly at the bowl in front of Ji Li, as if eager to try it.

Ji Li patted Abeka's head:

"Abeka is good, dogs can't eat spicy food."

Abeka ran away with a whimper.

Ji Li has always been not picky about food, and besides Ye Zhichu who can add half a bowl of chili sauce to his food, he is quite able to eat spicy food. After eating, he didn't feel any special, just felt that The taste is more authentic.

But Zhao Ying was different. After he drank the soup full of red oil, sweat came out from the corner of his forehead, and he sneezed several times.

"so spicy!"

He stuck out his tongue and fanned himself with his hands, trying to relieve the hotness, even tiny beads of sweat appeared from the tip of his nose.

"If it's too spicy, don't eat it. I'll make you something else."

Ji Li poured him another glass of water, and Zhao Ying gulped it all down, which made him feel better.

His eyes were watery, and he clenched his fist unwillingly:

"But, this is really delicious! I can do it! I can finish it!"

The consequence of being brave is that after eating a bowl of snail noodles, Zhao Ying began to roll on the sofa, complaining of stomachache.

"Ah~ I can't take it anymore~ Uncle Ji, my stomach hurts so much that I can't walk."

He looked at Ji Li pitifully, a pair of misty peach blossom eyes reflected Ji Li's figure, he gently tugged on Ji Li's sleeve:

"Uncle Ji, I'm so uncomfortable, can you hug me?"

"Oh, poor little one."

Ji Li touched Zhao Ying's hair, and found that his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. His heart was pulled, and he blamed himself. It was his fault. Zhao Ying obviously didn't eat lunch, so he gave him such a meal. something spicy.

He took stomach medicine for Zhao Ying, wrapped him tightly in a blanket, and then sat on the sofa, letting Zhao Ying pillow his leg.

"Uncle Ji,"

Zhao Ying covered his stomach, curled up into a ball, and bit his pale lips:

"Do you think I will die of pain?"

"Why do you feel that way? It's just a spicy stomachache. It will be fine after taking the medicine for a while."

Ji Li's tone was full of gentleness, and carefully wiped off the sweat from Zhao Ying's forehead with a towel.

"But I'm in so much pain,"

Zhao Ying rolled on the sofa again, then raised his head and stared at Ji Li with sparkling eyes. In fact, he will be fine in a while, but Ji Li is so gentle and caring for him, he can't help it. To act like a baby with him more:

"Uncle Ji, kiss me, kiss me, I may not hurt anymore."

"How can it be so magical? I don't know any spells."

Ji Li tapped Zhao Ying's head lightly, overflowing with pampering.

"Try it, how will you know it won't work if you don't try it?"

Zhao Ying seemed to be implying something, and also seemed to have a pun, but those eyes made people unable to look away.

Ji Li warned herself not to let him succeed, and heard him say again:

"If I die the next second, then I will kiss you the last second, so it won't be a pity."

Ji Li suddenly seemed to be scorching under the scorching sun of midsummer, there was no shade around him, and he had nowhere to hide.The young man's emotions are so strong, strong and even a little paranoid, sweeping like a storm, but he is just like a helpless boat on the sea, and will be submerged in the monstrous waves at any time.

Ji Li didn't understand why Zhao Ying's courtship declarations were always extreme, and he didn't understand why such extreme declarations moved him.

Maybe what moved him was not the words of confession, but the person who said them.

So, when Ji Li came back to his senses, he had already accidentally kissed Zhao Ying's smooth forehead lightly.

However, he was not surprised by this, he has always had nothing to do with Zhao Ying.It was a feeling of being out of control that he hadn't seen for a long time. He had no way to escape this fate, and he could only try his best to make himself fall into this state later.

"Is it better?"

He quickly raised his head, looked at the person who was resting on his lap, and thought about how his feelings became so strong and uncontrollable.

He didn't have an answer for a long time, but even if he found that moment, he couldn't turn back time to stop all this from happening, so that such thinking was meaningless at all.

"Of course it's much better. If you kiss the lips, the effect will be better."

Zhao Ying smiled lowly, his eyes narrowed, he lay on Ji Li's lap and observed Ji Li, even from such a tricky angle, this person was still so beautiful that it was so flawless and fascinating that one couldn't bear it Don't want to bully me.

But he hadn't used all his strengths yet, and Ji Li was sitting on the sofa and fell asleep with his chin resting on his back.

These days, Ji Li has been choosing scripts for new games non-stop, and he has read no less than [-] novels at a glance. After reading it, he feels that he can write it himself.

Seeing Ji Li falling asleep drowsily, Zhao Ying, who had already recovered from the stomachache, was in a great mood.He got up from Ji Li's lap and hugged him easily:

"It seems to be lighter than before. Is it because you are tired from work?"

While talking to himself, he took Ji Li back to the bedroom, gently placed him on the bed, his eyes painted this face greedily, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop turning up.

He climbed onto the bed, hugged Ji Li in his arms, and covered the quilt.

His arms were full, and he felt as if he had embraced the whole world.