Painting Tang

"No."

Yu Tang was stuffed in the soft quilt, and the soft silk filtered his voice like the sweetness of soaked milk.

"Not shy? Then why can't you hide under the quilt like a little ostrich?"

While coaxing, Mu Jingchen quietly tried to lift the thin quilt over Yu Tang's head while Yu Tang was not paying attention. Unexpectedly, Yu Tang was very cautious and sensitive at this time. After realizing his intention, a little rabbit immediately swooped down and killed all sides of the quilt. Death is under him.

"You...how do you want me to face you?"

"Face it however you feel comfortable... Wait a minute, Yu Tang, don't you think..."

As Mu Jingchen was talking, he suddenly looked enlightened, which caused Yu Tang to open a small slit in curiosity and look at him with bright eyes, only to see Mu Jingchen suddenly leaned down, with his forehead separated by the quilt and Yu Tang. Tang's foreheads were pressed together:

"Aren't you disgusting that I didn't serve you comfortably?"

"...Mu Jingchen!"

Yu Tang stood up abruptly and knocked towards Mu Jingchen's chin, causing Mu Jingchen to back away while covering his chin, and was thrown on the edge of the bed by Yu Tang who was wearing a heavy blanket.

"You, why do you speak like a bandit?"

Even though there is always a layer of quilt, the behavior of throwing people under her body is still somewhat unavoidable. Yu Tang, who is aware of this, can only pretend to complain casually, trying to use this to cover up her panic.

But Mu Jingchen didn't want to give him this gentle opportunity. Young Master Mu, who was described as "bandit" by General Mu since he was a child, turned over, lifted the quilt that Yu Tang used to cover his face, and at the same time threw the other Pressed firmly on the bed,

"Don't I behave like a bandit?"

Mu Jingchen said with a smile, looking at Yu Tang who lost the quilt, he could only bury his head down, and naturally leaned tightly against his chest.

Mu Jingchen pressed his palm up with kindness, and hugged Yutang in his arms,

"Are you really blaming me?"

"What can I blame Mr. Mu..."

Yu Tang relaxed as if death was at home, and let Mu Jingchen treat him like a kid.

"Seeing how you don't want to see me, I thought it didn't make you comfortable last night."

"Don't, don't talk about last night!"

"Then I have to hear an answer."

Mu Jingchen straightened out Yu Tang's messy sleeping hair one by one in a daze, lowered his jaw slightly, and continued in a deep voice as if he was biting his ear with Yu Tang,

"You have to tell me whether you were satisfied or comfortable last night, so that I can improve next time."

"You... still want to have a next time?!"

Yu Tang stared at Mu Jingchen dumbfounded, like a little rabbit whose carrots were confiscated and his eyes wide open.

"Of course there must be, because Mrs. Xiaoyu was drinking and messing around last night. We didn't finish the painting, so we can only continue next time."

Mu Jingchen explained solemnly.

"Last night...it was obviously not me messing around? It wasn't you yesterday...did you react first?"

Yu Tang recalled with difficulty that the memory soaked in the aroma of wine seemed to be separated from him by a layer of white clouds. He couldn't remember what happened at all, and only Mu Jingchen's embrace and tenderness remained in his memory. The hot whisper, and his warm and strong palm...

"no?"

Mu Jingchen pretended to be stupid without blushing.

"But I clearly remember...you, you are so tough..."

The more Yu Tang spoke, the more shy she felt, and her voice became lower and lower, and she was ashamed of herself first.

"You remember wrongly, it must be that the pineapple table is too hard, it hurts you."

Mu Jingchen continued to hide the truth, and after he finished speaking, he talked about changing the table tomorrow and got up to help Yutang prepare the toiletries, leaving Yutang alone on the bed, tangled and confused, trying to recall the details of last night .

Is it really a table...?

Yu Tang scratched his head in confusion, but how could he remember that the thing holding him was not only hard, but also hot?

"Mu Jingchen, you didn't lie to me, did you?"

When Mu Jingchen carried him from the bed to the bathroom, Yu Tang confirmed again uncertainly, only to see Young Master Mu nodded righteously,

"Heaven and earth can learn from each other. If I lie to anyone, I won't lie to you."

"..."

Yu Tang was still struggling at first, until she was taken downstairs by Mu Jingchen and sat at the food stall table, and was distracted by those big deep-fried deep-fried dough sticks.

"Wonton buns, tortillas, siu mai soy milk tofu brain, see if there is anything else you want to eat?"

Ever since he ate the first meal with Yutang, Mu Jingchen has figured out a truth, the only thing in this world that can shake Xiao Haitang's mind is to eat.

"Have."

It was rare for Yu Tang to take the initiative to order an extra dish. Every time Mu Jingchen ordered more dishes, he was never embarrassed to ask for more.

"What else do you want to eat?"

"Can I have a bowl of tofu flower juice?"

As Yu Tang spoke, he used a small porcelain spoon to stir the white tofu nao in front of him.

"You... actually eat salty tofu nao?"

Mu Jingchen was greatly shocked. In his impression, Xiao Haitang, who likes to eat sweets, drink sweet porridge, and even drink tea with sugar, wouldn't like to eat sweet tofu nao?

And what the hell is that salty tofu brain?Use splashed oil and hot pepper to pour the original sweetness of tofu flower into dark salty water, put it in their camp, whoever eats it and whoever will be laughed at will not eat it... There is a great prejudice against salty tofu Mu Jingchen paused, and instead of responding to Yu Tang's requests, he pushed the white sugar bowl in front of Yu Tang.

"You don't like to eat that kind of sweet tofu in syrup, do you?"

Yu Tang made no secret of her dislike for the candied tofu nao. Holding her own bowl, she bypassed Mu Jingchen and ran to the food stall owner to ask for a bowl of soup herself. The tofu flower was mixed by hand into a pitch-black ball of tofu foam, and the knife was added while mixing.

"I thought only Jiao Didi kids would like to eat sweet tofu nao."

After hearing this, Mu Jingchen snorted and poured himself a bowl of soup without blinking.

"last night……"

"It's agreed not to mention last night again!"

Yu Tang resentfully smashed a peeled egg into Mu Jingchen's bowl as a threat.

"I actually wanted to say that Zou Weiyi was here,"

Mu Jingchen looked at the egg ready to move, if it wasn't for fear that Yu Tang would dislike him, he would definitely wrap the egg in a handkerchief and put it in his pocket to show off to his parents—look, your son is also helped to peel the egg people!

"What happened to Zou Weiyi?"

"It's still about his birthday. I heard that his sister returned to China at that time, so Mr. Zou insisted on hosting this banquet. He will definitely invite you then. If you want to give him some gifts, you can call me to come with you." Go pick him."

Mu Jingchen seemed to be very caring, but in fact, there was a lot of small calculations in his heart. Yu Tang and Zou Weiyi were like close friends, so he had to keep an eye on his little Begonia to give other men something.

"Well,"

Yu Tang took a sip of the soy milk, and seemed to be still thinking about it, "Let's talk about it after you really invite me, I don't like that kind of occasion."

"With me here, others cater to you, you don't need to cater to them..."

While talking, Mu Jingchen paused suddenly, then lowered his head unnaturally, no matter how unpleasant the bowl of salty tofu nao was, he started holding the bowl and gulping it down.

"what happened?"

Yu Tang looked at him puzzled.

"It's nothing."

Mu Jingchen didn't raise his head, but he kept reminiscing about the way Yutang ate fried dough sticks just now... He made up his mind that he would never let Yutang eat something of this shape outside, what kind of fried dough sticks, popsicles and milk sticks, everything no.

"Big brother!"

Zhen Hui's shout suddenly interrupted Mu Jingchen's aftertaste, he raised his head with an expression of displeasure, Zhen Hui was stunned by Mu Jingchen's inexplicable stare, and immediately complained,

"You, why are you glaring at me? Could it be that you didn't satisfy my sister-in-law last night and left me here to vent your anger?"

"Speak quickly if you have something to say."

Mu Jingchen was too lazy to talk to him, so Yu Tang tugged the small bench next to him to make room for Zhen Hui at the breakfast table. Zhen Hui sat down with a grin, and just picked up a bun to bite, when he suddenly patted his head :

"Damn, I almost forgot because of you staring at me... Our cousin had an accident at school, and the disturbance was so bizarre. The old lady asked me to go to school with you."