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"You really expect Song Yan to cook for us?" Wang Yi helped Qin Nuan into a wheelchair, and then pushed him to the first floor. He leaned over and looked at Song Yan who was wearing an apron: "He won't burn down the kitchen with a torch." Bar?"

"Don't worry, you can have dinner." Lin Ci looked at Song Yan who was cutting vegetables in the kitchen with his head bowed. He pointed to himself: "I can also cook besides ordering takeout."

"I'm looking forward to your craftsmanship." Wang Yi touched his chin, and he smacked his mouth: "I want to know what kind of taste can make Song Yan full of praise."

Song Yan was very generous, and he was never stingy about the food, lodging, and transportation of the people in the studio. Only Lin Ci's food, even dessert, Wang Yi hadn't eaten a bite in the past few years.

"Next time I have a chance," Lin Ci directly agreed, "I'll make it for you and my brother. In the past, my brother made it for me. Now I'll make it for him."

Qin Nuan tightened his hand on the armrest, raised his head and looked sideways, and asked hoarsely, "Do you still remember what kind of food I like to eat?"

"Of course I remember sweet and sour short ribs, diced spicy chicken, boiled eel, and spicy wontons." Lin Ci squatted down halfway, and he frowned: "Brother, am I right?"

"You have a conscience," Qin Nuan let go of his fingers, he closed his eyes hard, and when he opened them again, his eyes were peaceful, and he glanced at Song Yan who was busy: "Is he really good?"

"It can't be because you're worried that he can't do it," Lin Ci spread his hands, and he laughed softly: "Just let me do it for the rest of my life?"

"Good job." Qin Nuan really laughed now.

Wang Yi's forehead twitched when he heard the words, and he glanced at Song Yan sympathetically, wishing himself the best of luck.

"Men are not ruthless, their position is not stable," Lin Ci bent down, and he looked at Qin Nuan who was smiling warmly: "Do you want me to hug you to the sofa?"

"I'll do it," Wang Yi heard, he stepped forward and squeezed Lin Ci away, and he stretched out his hands: "I'm stronger."

Lin Ci stared at Wang Yi with a half-smile, and stepped aside.

"Go and turn on the TV," Wang Yi carefully put Qin Nuan down, Qin Nuan touched Wang Yi with his elbow, and he ordered, "I still want to drink tea."

"Okay," Wang Yi quickly picked up the remote control on the coffee table, and he pressed the channel: "Do you want to watch this?"

"Don't watch sports."

"What about this station?"

"Change."

"Financial channel?"

"Just look at this." Qin Nuan rolled his eyelids, and his lazy voice sounded: "Go and pour me tea."

"You can't drink tea now," Wang Yi put down the remote control, and he whispered softly, "You are still taking medicine, how about I make you a cup of grapefruit tea?"

"Okay, come and let me try." Qin Nuan smiled, he decided to give Wang Yi a chance and give himself a chance, people can't always live in the past.

Wang Yi walked into the cooking counter in a hurry, and successfully got a sympathetic look from Song Yan.

"Hum!" Wang Yi snorted heavily, his wife was strict, whoever felt sorry for whom, he went to feed Qin Nuan with grapefruit tea.

Song Yan pursed his lips, he lowered his head and continued to cut vegetables, picking up a kitchen knife for the first time in his life, but it didn't feel bad. Thinking of Lin Ci waiting for him to feed, Song Yan's heart was agitated.

He carefully sliced ​​the ginger and patted a lot of garlic.Then pick up the ribs in the hot water, prepare to stir-fry, and stew the soup in a pressure cooker.

"It's really surprising," Lin Ci leaned lazily in front of the cabinet, and he looked at Song Yan with interest: "Are you doing well?"

"That's for sure!" Song Yan raised his eyebrows, and he said proudly, "As long as I am willing to do it, I can definitely do it well."

"The most surprising thing is that you didn't cook while looking at your phone?" Lin Ci looked around and asked in surprise, "Could it be that you already have a recipe in your heart?"

"Why do I need to watch any videos?" Song Yan was a little uncomfortable, he swallowed: "In the first two years we were together, when you were cooking, I was watching you from the side... a lot dishes, I know the general steps."

Song Yan was talking on his lips and kept his hands in his hands. He simmered the pork ribs until they were golden brown, then turned off the fire, and when he looked up, he saw Lin Ci staring at him in a daze.

"What's wrong with you?" Even Song Yan was wearing a white apron, but it couldn't conceal his aggressive temperament. At this moment, his face was full of tension: "Did I say something wrong?"

Lin Ci came back to his senses, he stepped forward and put his arms around Song Yan's waist, pressing his head against Song Yan's chest.

Lin Ci's heart was so soft that he regretted it for the first time, why he wasted so much time and almost missed such a good Song Yan.

Holding the spatula in his hand, Song Yan looked down at Lin Ci in his arms, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, he tilted his head, put Lin Ci's earlobe in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Lin Xiaoci, it was you who teased me first. Yes, I will not let you go tonight."

Lin Ci raised his eyes and looked carefully at Song Yan's eyebrows with his eyes. He pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay, do you wear rabbit ears at night?"

"I wear it!" Song Yan bit his cheek, and he concluded that he would only lose face in the future if he tried to save face in front of his wife. Thinking of the wife-chasing crematorium that dug his liver and kidneys, he only wore rabbit ears. What?

"Cough, cough, cough," Wang Yi coughed loudly twice, and he turned his head: "Do you know that this is an open kitchen, and there is no so-called sound insulation?"

"You do it slowly." Lin Ci's ears were red, and he pushed Song Yan away: "We are waiting to eat."

Song Yan laughed quietly.

Song Yan did it for the first time, and the movements were not brisk, and he was busy for nearly an hour and a half.

Dinner is full of home-cooked dishes, lotus root pork ribs soup, scrambled eggs with tomato, boiled prawns, stir-fried broccoli with vegetables, beef stew with tomato.

"The presentation is good," Wang Yi sat down, glanced at the dishes on the table, then at Song Yan, and said in amazement: "If I knew you had this skill, I would have let you participate in a food variety show."

"I don't want to participate," Song Yan stood serving dinner for everyone without looking up, "From now on, I will accept one or two movies every year, and two or three endorsements will be enough. Don't accept variety shows for me."

"What?" Wang Yi pushed the rice bowl to Qin Nuan's hand, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Then what do you do in your spare time?"

"A man should put his family first." Song Yan's face remained unchanged, and he opened a chair for Lin Ci: "If I run around the world for a long time, in less than two years, you will be able to use the template."

"What template?" Wang Yi asked in a daze.

"A template for a breakup," Song Yan raised his eyelids and poured a bowl of soup for Lin Ci. He said it vividly: "Mr. Song Yan and Mr. Lin Ci, because they get together less and leave more, after friendly negotiation, the two broke up peacefully."

Wang Yi held his forehead speechlessly.

Lin Ci laughed until his shoulders were shaking.

Qin Nuan suppressed the astringency in his heart, he bent his lips and laughed.

"Stop laughing," Song Yan reached out and patted Lin Ci on the shoulder, and he handed a pair of chopsticks to Lin Ci: "It's the first time in my life to cook, please give me your advice."

The few dishes Song Yan chose are very flattering, suitable for novices, and the taste will not be too bad. Not to mention, Song Yan has long remembered Lin Ci's cooking methods, so he was quite successful in cooking for the first time.

Everyone has completed the 'liquidation' with dignity.

"It tastes very good, I will work harder in the future." Lin Ci stretched out his hand and rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. He smiled lightly and said, "You cook, and I'll wash the dishes."

"You don't need to wash it." Song Yan held Lin Ci down. Taking advantage of Wang Yi and the others not paying attention, he put a kiss on Lin Ci's lips: "I will wash it, but tomorrow I will buy the most high-end dishwasher."

"It's up to you," Lin Ci turned sideways, blocked Wang Yi's sight with his body, and kissed Song Yan's chin: "Wash it clean."

"Lin Ci," Wang Yi said while sitting on the sofa, pointing to the cell phone on the tea table, "Your cell phone is ringing."

"Here we come," Lin Ci smiled and stretched out his hand to rub Song Yan's chin. He walked quickly to the living room: "Who is looking for me?"

"Unknown call," Wang Yi handed the phone to Lin Ci, and he frowned, "But I think this number looks familiar."

"Then let me take a look." Lin Ci reached out and swiped the answer button.

"Are you Lin Ci?" An old voice sounded on the phone, and he cut to the chase: "I'm Song Yan's grandfather, Song Li."

"Hello," Lin Ci said silently, and he pursed his lips tightly, "I'm Lin Ci."

Lin Ci vaguely knew why Song Li was looking for him, and for a while, he didn't know how to treat Song Li.

"Presumably, you know exactly what I want from you, right?" Song Li's voice was unhurried, with an unmistakable strength: "Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, the president of Song's Building will be in the office. Let's meet."

Lin Ci held the phone and didn't speak. He knew about meeting the Song family, but he didn't expect that it would be Song Yan's grandfather who would contact him.

"What?" Song Li sat in front of the large desk, he sneered: "Don't you dare to meet me?"

"That's not true," Lin Ci came back to his senses, and he chuckled, "I just don't think it's a good place for us to meet."

"Oh?" Song Li frowned, and he asked back, "Then what do you think is appropriate?"

"Jianyuan Cafe," Lin Ci thought for a while, and then he continued: "There is one downstairs in the Song's Building, see you at nine tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Song Li hung up the phone directly.

"Who is looking for you?" Song Yan took off his apron, and he heard the whole process of Lin Ci's answering the phone. Since Song was mentioned, it must have something to do with him.

"Your grandpa." Lin Ci put his mobile phone on the tea machine, and he looked sideways at Song Yan: "I promise him to meet tomorrow."

"I'll go with you." Song Yan glanced at Lin Ci's expression secretly, seeing that his face didn't change, and then he was relieved: "I came out with him, and whether he accepts it or not is not up to me. Scope, as for the Song family, I told him clearly that I will not take over, I never wanted to inherit the Song family."

"Okay, you go with me." Lin Ci rolled his eyes, and he asked with a smile: "Will you go, so you won't throw me a check? I'm curious, if your grandpa loses money, let How much will I lose if I leave you?"

"You think too much," Song Yan stretched out his hand and rubbed Lin Ci's hair, he said with a low smile, "Tomorrow a lawyer will tell you all of my net worth, don't be jealous of other people's money."

Lin Ci raised his eyebrows in surprise, he didn't expect Song Yan to come for real.

"I gave you all my property." Song Yan stuck out his tongue and touched his cheek, and he smiled rascally: "You won't want me."

Lin Ci's eyes turned red suddenly, and he covered his eyes with his hands.

Compared with heterosexual couples, same-sex/lover, they will not have children, less entanglement, and will face a lot of gossip. It is not easy to get together. How difficult is it to walk hand in hand for a lifetime?

Song Yan dared to love him with all his wealth, even with his life, how lucky he was.

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