your taste [OAO]

The bamboo skewers for the skewers are relatively long, piercing the bag and revealing them.

Du Yiting put the barbecue on the long table beside the bed, sat by the bed, patted the seat next to him, and asked Lin Nan to come and sit.

"Don't you think about buying two stools?" Lin Nan sat over and ate barbecue by the bed, always feeling afraid of oil dripping down.

"Why buy it?" Du Yiting peeled off the bag on the table, and opened the disposable lunch box with skewers inside.

Then he wiped the beer cap with a paper towel, opened the beer, put it in front of Lin Nan, took the shochu on the table and poured himself a small glass that was [-]% full.

"Then you don't have to sit on the bed to eat." Lin Nan took a sip of the beer that Du Yiting handed over, and it still tasted slightly bitter. After taking a sip, he didn't drink any more, and put the beer aside.

"Isn't it good now?" Du Yiting didn't think there was anything wrong.

"It's easy to dirty the bed." Lin Nan said.

"Wash it if it's dirty." Du Yiting responded casually.

Lin Nan smiled helplessly and didn't say anything else. As a couple, he didn't like to interfere with each other's living habits. Anyway, Du Yiting would wash it if it got dirty.

"Let's eat," Du Yiting pushed the lunch box towards Lin Nan.

"Okay." Lin Nan curled his lips in response.

There are not many grilled skewers in the box, only about a dozen skewers, each with only one skewer, as if they are trying to eat.

They didn't discuss much when they bought things, and Du Yiting basically took them.

Lin Nan didn't ask Du Yiting why he only bought one bunch.

Although he said before that he wanted to eat barbecue, but now he is also the one who can't eat barbecue after eating. When Du Yiting bought barbecue, Lin Nan thought that if Du Yiting could eat more, he could eat more if he wanted to eat in the future. There is an opportunity to buy.

And Lin Nan had an intuition in his heart that the food stall would not look particularly delicious.

Du Yiting picked up a bunch of sausages from the lunch box, "Do you want to eat?"

There is only one string of sausages, which are hot dog sausages, with plump red meat wrapped in thin and transparent casings.

"No, I don't like sausage very much." To Lin Nan, the thick stick of something he didn't like seemed to be very heavy. He picked up a bunch of chicken gizzards, "I'll eat this .”

"Oh, fine." Du Yiting ate the sausage.

Not urgent.

Lin Nan slowed down his eating speed, biting the chicken gizzard with his teeth, pulled it out of the stick, and then ate it slowly in his mouth.

After walking all the way, the temperature of the grilled skewers has cooled down a bit, leaving only warm, the roasted meat is relatively tender, with less burnt flavor and more gravy, and the flavors of cumin and chili powder are not particularly strong.

"Is it delicious?" Du Yiting looked at Lin Nan.

"Not bad." Lin Nan commented very politely, and swallowed a piece of chicken gizzard with two bites in his mouth, "It doesn't seem very special."

Lin Nan's intuition came true. The skewers made by this barbecue food stall are ordinary, and there is nothing outstanding about them.

"It's also the first time I bought it at this store, and the taste seems to be a bit off. Next time, I'll take you to another place to eat." Du Yiting ate two or three bites of the sausage, and took a sip of the soju.

He can't drink soju in big gulps, otherwise he will get drunk easily.

"Okay, I really like barbecue." Lin Nan smiled and took a sip of beer.

"I want to try chicken gizzards." Du Yiting looked at Lin Nan. There were four skewers of chicken gizzards in Lin Nan's hand, but Lin Nan ate two of them. Now there are two more.

Lin Nan was startled for a moment, then put the chicken gizzards in front of Du Yiting: "Give it to you."

"No, I'll just eat one." Du Yiting blinked his eyes, but his eyes remained on Lin Nan's face, and he didn't reach out to take it.

Nothing could be seen from Du Yiting's expression. After drinking two sips of shochu, he didn't see his face turning red. He just looked at Lin Nan like that. There seemed to be something else in his deep dark brown eyes. It was hard to tell. Unknown, definitely not just as simple as chicken gizzards.

Lin Nan was close to the answer without thinking too much, but he didn't think further.

Then he handed the chicken gizzard to Du Yiting.

Du Yiting took the skewers and took a look, but his eyes didn't stop at the chicken gizzards.

He stared into Lin Nan's eyes, raised the skewer to his mouth without looking, opened his mouth slightly, bit a piece of chicken gizzard and dragged it out.

It has to be said that Du Yiting's movements were not cautious at all, but he bit the piece of meat accurately.

The white teeth bit the crimson flesh, and the lips that had just sipped the wine had a little bit of water on them, adding a touch of color to Du Yiting's appearance.

From the beginning to the end, Du Yiting looked into Lin Nan's eyes instantly.

During the process, he didn't touch the stick at all. After taking the meat away, he left the last piece of chicken gizzard to Lin Nan.

Du Yiting's eyes didn't even have any hint of lust, but it was like an invisible net pulling Lin Nan to the abyss.

Lin Nan pursed his lips very slightly, as if subconsciously, his mouth was dry, he took a sip of beer, and then took the string of chicken gizzards that Du Yiting returned to him.

"It's delicious," Du Yiting slightly curled his lips, and picked up the remaining half of his sausage string again, "Do you want to try the sausage?"

"No need." Lin Nan took the chicken gizzard, but took a sip of beer, and it took a while before he ate the last piece of chicken gizzard.

The portion of the skewers was not much, and the two of them ate slowly, appearing to be too much.

Lin Nan ate even more slowly, and sometimes Du Yiting had to mention it before picking up the next one after eating a bunch.

After they ate a few skewers, they left the bamboo sticks empty.

There are two chicken wings on a skewer. Du Yiting took the bamboo stick and pulled off the outer one, and then handed the chicken wing still on the bamboo stick to Lin Nan.

After eating, even if Lin Nan didn't think about it on purpose, he couldn't help guessing that the purpose of buying only one skewer was to share it.

Lin Nan looked at Du Yiting with admiration.

If Du Yiting really thinks this way, then this small thought is really good enough.

But when eating barbecue, Du Yiting didn't do anything else.

Eating barbecue is eating barbecue, and even eating it separately seems clean and hygienic, unlike the intention of indirect kissing.

"Do you want to eat chicken legs?" Du Yiting picked up the last item in the box and asked.

"Go ahead, I'm a bit full." Lin Nan drank the last sip of beer.

"Okay." I didn't even think about taking the opportunity to eat a whole chicken drumstick.

After eating the skewers very chastely, the two sat on the bed and chatted for a while very chastely.

They ate fairly cleanly, not dropping a speck of scum on the floor or on the bed.

Lin Nan sat for a while after eating and said, "I'm going to wash my hands."

When Du Yiting handed him the skewers, he always wrapped the bottom of the bamboo skewers with paper towels. Lin Nan's hands were not very dirty, but he still wanted to wash them.

After he finished speaking, he stood up and knocked over a stack of papers in the corner on the way to the bathroom: "Sorry."

"It's okay." Du Yiting also stood up and came to tidy up.

Lin Nan bent down to pick up the scattered papers: "Huh?"

The paper that fell to the side came in various shapes, some were from binders, some looked like paper torn from books, some still had mind maps with lyrics written next to them, and paper towels with written words .

"What is this?" Lin Nan picked up some, some had many musical notes drawn on them, and some had messy and illegible handwriting.

"Some things to record inspiration." Du Yiting picked up some, stacked the papers that Lin Nan handed over, and put them aside, "Whether it's playing the guitar or drawing, sometimes the inspiration comes, but it doesn't I have no choice but to take a piece of paper and write it down, recording a bunch of childish semi-finished products.”

Lin Nan couldn't understand the meaning of those notes, one by one, he just thought it was quite powerful.

Out of politeness and respect, he didn't read those lyrics too much, and Yoshimitsu Kataha who saw them also thought they were quite interesting.

Although it is a semi-finished product, some people look forward to what it will look like when it is completed.

"Then why are there still tissues?" Lin Nan asked.

"When I was going to sleep, I was very inspired, but I was too lazy to get up, the pen was easy to hold, and the paper had to be found, so I just took a tissue to write." Du Yiting said.

Generally, after Du Yiting writes it down, he has to sort it out and write it down elsewhere. Most of this pile of papers has already been sorted out. Du Yiting has not lost it. Inspiration is hard to come by. Seeing that they can remember when he has inspiration, Quite a sense of accomplishment.

Everything was put away and put back on top of a small box in the corner, Du Yiting took a book and pressed them down.

"Why not just write it down on the phone?" Lin Nan stretched out his hand to smooth out the folded edge of the paper.

"The phone is too bright, sometimes it scares my interest." Du Yiting said.

"Pfft." Lin Nan couldn't help laughing.

Lin Nan went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and when he came out, he saw Du Yiting's oil painting in a conspicuous place.

Four oil paintings were hung on the wall next to the door, at the same line of sight as Lin Nan, and four paintings were pasted at intervals from the bed to the door.

Three horizontal and one vertical.

The four paintings are of different types.

Lin Nan walked over and stood in front of the painting for a closer look.

After watching for a while, Du Yiting also stood beside him.

"Did you draw all of this?" Lin Nan asked.

Lin Nan didn't know anything about oil painting, and he couldn't use any of the professional terminology. When he looked at the painting, he felt that the artistic conception was very good. It was a good painting if he looked at it comfortably.

He felt comfortable looking at Du Yiting's paintings.

"That's right," Du Yiting poked the oil paintings on the wall with his fingertips. Last time he just took double-sided tape and pasted them casually, but the result seemed unstable. "I just painted this year. .”

"Have you ever studied oil painting?" Lin Nan asked again.

"No, I learned from the short video." Du Yiting replied.

Lin Nan, as a waste of painting, suddenly became jealous.

Du Yiting took out the new set of spatulas from the corner and showed Lin Nan: "I just bought it not long ago, and haven't used it yet. The tools I used before were not very good, and I couldn't get the details on the painting well, so I bought it later. With this set, it’s quite expensive.”

He took out the smallest spatula from inside and rubbed it lightly with his fingertips.

"You are too strong, you can draw so well following the video." Lin Nan's tone was full of envy.

Why are some people able to draw so well after learning casually, while others can't even draw stick figures?

"It's not difficult, I just followed the drawing in the video, and I'm not good at drawing." Du Yiting put away the spatula and put it back in its original place, "You didn't see those people drawing on the Internet, so that's good. "

"...This is already a height that I can't draw in my life." Lin Nan admitted that he has no talent for painting, and he gave up treatment in this area long ago.