living in the pocket of a nemesis

"By the way," Ye Tang thought that today is still a working day, and glanced at the time, "Then what are you going to do after you buy it?"

"Drive back and change clothes." Fu Linfeng straightened his collar and replied.

Probably this answer was different from what Ye Tang had in mind, so he continued to ask: "And then?"

"Then go to the company." Fu Linfeng looked down at him, his voice couldn't tell whether it was a joke or a serious word, "Master, I also have to go to work."

"... Oh." But Ye Tang could hear Fu Linfeng's teasing, his face was a little hot, and he said, "Then you go quickly. Remember I want chicken juice! If possible, I would like to eat a crab roe."

"Can your stomach hold two?" Fu Linfeng said to the point.

"..." Ye Tang curled his lips, "Then let's start with the chicken sauce. We'll eat other flavors another day."

Don't say two, just one, he can be half full with two mouthfuls of soup.

He lowered his eyes resentfully, and swallowed the rest of the sentence "In fact, I also add a bowl of vermicelli soup".

When can I change back.

"Turn on the record player for me before you leave." Ye Tang turned his back again, "You can choose whatever you want to play."

"Then you get down from the top first," Fu Linfeng said, "Do you really want to follow the top?"

"Oh!" Ye Tang stood up, and the previous depression was finally taken up by the soup dumpling, "Then help me, I can't get down."

"It's quite powerful when you climb up."

Ye Tangquan pretended not to hear.

After all, Fu Linfeng still extended his hand towards him.

"Come up."

After all, after yesterday's day, Ye Tang didn't want to keep acting hostile to Fu Linfeng, which would always make him seem too naive, which is wrong.

Ye Tang thought so in his heart, and obediently jumped onto Fu Linfeng's palm, letting him take him down.

When Fu Linfeng turned around, Ye Tang said again: "But... if the queue is too long, there are other things."

"It's okay, I bought 2 yuan a time, and I charge money to do things, so there is no reason for you to settle down." Fu Linfeng said seriously, it seems that he attaches great importance to the money transaction between the two, it sounds like buying a bag instead of buy buns.

"...Is your company's performance not very good these days?" Ye Tang stared at him and asked suspiciously.

But as soon as he said it, he regretted it. After all, before he returned to China, he heard that Fu Linfeng's company had completed a new round of financing. In addition to the previous successful bet, he would not be so downcast that he needed to work for him.

"It's okay, but if you have money, you don't make a bastard." He said a rare rude word, and turned on the record player, "You think so?"

Ye Tang pursed his lips and was about to speak, when he heard the music on the record player, he froze for a moment: "This one?"

It's Grieg's Butterfly.

"Choose whatever you want." Fu Linfeng walked towards the door without looking back, "Otherwise what do you think I'll let go?"

Thought you would put Chopin.

Romantic and fresh classical music sounded in the room, and he watched Fu Linfeng's back disappear from his field of vision without saying a word.

Some things were suppressed and not mentioned by the two of them, and they just got along with each other like this, as if the seemingly irreconcilable conflict a few years ago did not exist.

It was already an hour later when Fu Linfeng came back.

Ye Tang fell asleep again to the soft music, and barely woke up again when he heard a sound from the door and unconsciously hummed a syllable.

"Aren't you like a cat when you get smaller, and you sleep more time?" Ye Tang just heard Fu Linfeng say this when he got up.

"Who slept a lot! I was tired yesterday!" He said a few words and added, "Don't compare me with that stupid cat in your house!"

"Okay, whatever you say is what you say." Fu Linfeng followed the good advice, "Go and have breakfast."

When Ye Tang was sitting at the dining table, he looked sadly at the steamed steamed bun filled with soup, which was bigger than his own face.

How to eat it!

"Don't look at me, I've been thinking about it for a while on the way back just now." Ye Tang just raised his head and met Fu Linfeng's gaze, who looked at him calmly, "In short, the best way is this .”

Ye Tang immediately looked over eagerly.

Fu Linfeng now finds that the bottle cap of glass bubble water is the most suitable tableware container for Ye Tang now. He took a spoon, took out one of the soup dumplings, and pressed the spoon against the skin to release the steam inside. The aroma and the soup are pressed together, and a small piece of skin is cut off with the slightly sharp edge of the spoon, so that there is a little skin, soup, and meat in the spoon.

"..." Ye Tang looked at Fu Linfeng's movements, held his head in disbelief, his pupils trembled, "What are you doing?!"

He has been abroad for a long time, and his stomach seems to be wandering in a foreign country, helpless and lonely, and now he sees such a thing divided into three small pieces... It's like those who cook fried rice with eggs and then wash the rice with water Like the chef!

What is the soul of eating soup dumplings like this? !

What's the difference between that and a waste of money? !

"If you really wait until you finish eating the skin before eating the meat, then you may have to eat until noon." He said lightly.

"Who are you insulting!" Ye Tang glared at him in displeasure.

Although the answer can only be himself.

"Then how do you want to eat?" Fu Linfeng asked him.

"I, I..." Ye Tang paused, "I'm going to eat it straight away!"

Even if you drink chicken juice to fill the soup, you will be full!Can't see it being ruined like this!

This time, Fu Linfeng stopped talking.

He went to the kitchen to get a small bowl for dipping sauces, picked up a whole soup-filled steamer from the lunch box, put it in it, and pushed it in front of Ye Tang who was sitting cross-legged on the dining table: "Eat it."

After finishing it for him, Fu Linfeng finally sat down, opened a box himself, and sat opposite Ye Tang to start eating breakfast.

Ye Tang stared at the steamed stuffed bun. After about half a minute, he raised his head to annoy Fu Linfeng who had just sat up and was about to pick up his chopsticks to eat by himself: "That."

"?"

"Is there..." Probably Ye Tang himself felt ashamed, worried that he would be splashed with soup on his clothes, but he really wanted to eat, so he had to ask him for help, "Is there, that, that is, Wai, Wai... ..."

"Bib?" Fu Linfeng put down his chopsticks.

"No! Just find something to wrap around for me! Talking about the bib seems like I'm a kid who slipped through the mouth!" Fu Linfeng pointed it out, but Ye Tang immediately denied it.

Fortunately, Fu Linfeng didn't intend to compare the truth with him, so he said "wait a minute", and then he really went looking for it.

After a while, Ye Tang saw that he had unpacked a pack of soft towels, and walked over to compare his current size. After going around in a circle, he cut it off with scissors, tore a little at the back, and tied a knot on Ye Tang's back.

"...Okay." Ye Tang looked down at the small bib on his chin, hypnotizing himself to think that he was eating Western food, "Thank you."

Seeing that the clothes would not be harmed, Ye Tang finally felt relieved and prepared to bite the thin and juicy bun in front of him——

"Ugh-"

The chopsticks that Fu Linfeng had just picked up again were forced to put down again.

"what happened again?"

Ye Tang couldn't speak this time, he was still biting the skin of the steamed stuffed bun. With his perseverance, he finally took a small bite, and immediately began to suck the soup inside.

He was sucking and swallowing, his face turned red from being suppressed—fortunately, the bib that he made temporarily just now was useful, otherwise he might be covered all over by the splashed soup now, turning into a Chicken-flavored Ye Tang.

After he took a few breaths and finally let go of the two hands holding the buns, he took a few breaths and said to Fu Linfeng who was looking over with tears in his eyes.

"Hiss, it's hot..."

"..."

"Then are you full?"

"Not yet, take two more bites."

Hearing a sigh from the depths, Ye Tang was a little embarrassed to look at Fu Linfeng: "Otherwise, I will transfer you another 1 yuan later?"

"Thank you." He heard Fu Linfeng say that.

But the other party still stood up, poured a small lid of water for him, and found another wet towel.

When Ye Tang finally finished sucking up the soup in the steamed stuffed bun, took two bites of the skin and meat unwillingly, and officially declared that he was full, then he brought him in front of him without saying a word, asked him to sit down, and let him go first. Makeshift bib, watching him finish drinking water, then wipe his oily hands with a wet towel.

Ye Tang finally felt embarrassed, and hissed: "Why do I think this picture is a bit weird?"

"[-] a day, Young Master Ye, don't forget to pay the bill." Fu Lin didn't raise his head.

"Oh." Ye Tang resentfully said, "Save more, if you have more, give them together."

"No problem, just don't pay on credit then."

"When did I ever do that kind of thing!" Ye Tang was still a little timid at first, but Fu Linfeng became dissatisfied after saying a few words, "Give me my phone! Switch it now!"

"It's okay, the money you transferred yesterday is enough to pay until now." Fu Linfeng finally cleaned it up for him, and put Ye Tang back on the dining table.

"Hey, then you are going to go to the class now—" Ye Tang hadn't finished his last class when the hand that lifted him just now appeared on his face again.

Fu Linfeng suddenly squatted down, leaned closer, and wiped the corner of his lips carefully and gently.

His hands were so big that they could completely cover him, and the pads of his index fingers came towards him with an undeniable warmth.

"How can you eat everywhere with a bib?"

Fu Linfeng said.