The President's Dedicated Love

When he woke up the next day, Guan Zeyu sat on the bed and thought for a long time. He thought about how to explain the mistakes he made at night. Should he say it?

You are in danger, take advantage of the fire, I...

Guan Zeyu hadn't figured out what to say, but Lan Zhengting, who was sleeping, woke up. His long eyelashes flickered, and he raised his hands habitually to cover his eyes, blocking the light that the curtains missed.

Guan Zeyu's heart missed half a beat, and he said, "Zhengting?"

Lan Zhengting didn't notice what happened last night at all, he hummed, Guan Zeyu's heart was pounding, and he said, "Good morning."

Lan Zhengting turned his head, looked at the person sitting on the bed, and replied with a smile, "Good morning."

Guan Zeyu seemed to see the lying person, his clear eyes were slightly narrowed, and he was looking at his neck.

Guan Zeyu lowered his head vigilantly, yes, there are hickey marks on his neck, which were left from the night, not from last night, but from today's night.

He got under the quilt in a panic, and Guan Zeyu tightened his pajamas. He asked anxiously, "Zhengting, today is your birthday, why don't you go to work?"

Lan Zhengting glanced at the body with his back turned to him. He lowered his head and saw that the pajamas on his body were open. He saw the traces on his body, which were faintly visible, but turned a blind eye. He said, "Okay."

Guan Zeyu suddenly sat up again, and he said, "I'll go, I'll go and prepare breakfast for you, okay? Cook porridge, or breakfast bread, I can heat it up?"

Lan Zhengting calmly watched the people in a hurry, and he replied, "It's up to you, anything is fine."

Guan Zeyu put on his shoes, he quickly escaped from the bedroom, leaving behind the person lying on the bed, he put his hands on the pillow, but laughed.

Guan Zeyu has been learning from a master chef for so long, and finally learned how to cook porridge with rice. After washing the rice and turning on the fire, the porridge is the first step. What about the side dishes?

He went to open the refrigerator, found eggs, noodles, a handful of vegetables, and half a piece of roasted duck. He bought the roasted duck the day before yesterday. He didn't know how to cook it. It was empty, so that the roast duck that looked delicious was frozen.

Guan Zeyu decided to fry beans. Although he hadn't tried it before, how would he know if he could do it if he didn't try it.

He took out the purple cowpea he bought with his own hands, went back to the kitchen, poured out a basin full of it, but didn't know how to start, whether to wash it first, or shoot it first, or...

He was thinking about it, Lan Zhengting who did not know when he came to the door of the kitchen, he was wearing pajamas, leaning against the door frame, he said, "wash it first, make sure there is no injury, go outside Shredded, cut off the tentacles at both ends, and then, the simple and convenient way is to chop up and stir fry, or cut off one by one at a moderate pace. However, this latter method is a waste of time. If you want to save time, you want to eat it as soon as possible. For breakfast, cut it with a knife."

Lan Zhengting talked for a while, but finally he couldn't stand up, and went in to demonstrate.

It is rare for Guan Zeyu to know it at a glance. He tried two and quickly got started. The two ends of this bean were cut off, and the outer thread did not need to be removed. Lan Zhengting said, "This kind of bean, the tough thread on both sides is not tougher than the long bean, so It’s okay not to go, now you can cut it with a knife, line up the front, and then..."

Then, there is no more, Guan Zeyu cuts one by one, which reminds Mr. Lan that after a thousand years, when he can eat breakfast, this world will probably no longer have himself.

Guan Zeyu clumsily held a knife in one hand and beans in the other, and asked, "How?"

Lan Zhengting smiled helplessly, he held all the beans into a bundle, smoothed the cut ends with a knife, and said, "This way..."

He taught the clumsy president hand in hand. Guan Zeyu held the knife, with the knife in his right hand and the vegetable in his left hand. Lan Zhengting hugged the man in his arms from behind, and put his head over the man's left shoulder. He said, "In this case, Long beans are easy to fry, and they are also suitable for serving porridge, and if they are long, they are suitable for drinking and drinking."

Guan Zeyu listened to the common sense that he didn't understand, and said, "You know a lot."

Lan Zhengting turned his head, and he looked at the person who was serious about chopping vegetables.

"If you study for a few more years, you will become proficient soon."

After Guan Zeyu cut the vegetables, he washed the pot. Lan Zhengting said, "When the bottom of the pot is heated dry, pour oil into the pot, put the oil on the bottom of the pot, and the oil juice will explode. When serving the vegetables, turn them evenly. This is the first step." Turn it evenly for the first time, then cover the pot, let it steam for a while, then turn it over..."

Guan Zeyu followed the teacher's instruction, and he operated according to the steps prompted. The rice cooker had already bounced, and the porridge was ready, and he was waiting for the side dishes to be served on the table.

Guan Zeyu took a spoonful of salt and said, "How much to put in."

Lan Zhengting said, "Depend on the amount of food and add salt appropriately."

Guan Zeyu looked at a plate of food for two people. He was about to sprinkle the whole spoonful of salt, but Lan Zhengting hurriedly stopped him, "If you really pour it all down, we don't have to eat this breakfast."

Lan Zhengting helped arrange the funeral, he said, "Go prepare the dishes."

Guan Zeyu rushed away, he was overjoyed.

It was the first time to make breakfast, although the whole process was not arranged by an individual, but the contribution was indispensable. Guan Zeyu asked the opposite president to taste it first, and he said, "You come first." It is poisonous!

Lan Zhengting took a sip of the porridge, he spooned a spoonful of beans, and said, "Delicious."

Guan Zeyu also took a piece to taste, it was neither salty nor bland, which was just in line with Mr. Lan's appetite.

Guan Zeyu said, "Happy birthday."

Lan Zhengting was having breakfast, he said, "I've said it twice."

"Then give me all your time today, okay?"

Lan Zhengting thought for a while, then shook his head, "No, my family wants me to go back, and I have already stopped my eldest brother from holding parties, so it's really unreasonable not to go home and eat a bowl of birthday noodles."

"Oh, too."

Guan Zeyu ignored it, he didn't care about his family, Lan Zhengting was different, he had to care.

"By the way, I boiled two eggs just now, as the first gift to congratulate you on your birthday."

Guan Zeyu went to fetch two eggs, he said, "It's red eggs, I bought them the day before yesterday and prepared them."

Lan Zhengting looked at the president who peeled the egg shell for himself, and said, "So meticulous?"

Guan Zeyu sent the first gift up, and he said, "It is necessary, I promised you."

Lan Zhengting lowered his head and took a bite, his lips slightly touched the finger, Guan Zeyu's heart jumped again, and he almost threw the birthday present on the ground.

Lan Zhengting glanced at it. He took the egg and held it himself. He said, "Thank you."

"Be kind to me."

Guan Zeyu packed up the bowls and chopsticks and threw them into the sink for the housekeeper to clean up. He took today's birthday star out.

"Zhengting, for the second gift, I will take you around Haishi and see the scenery along the way."

Guan Zeyu closed the door for those who got on the bus. He turned off his mobile phone, not wanting to be disturbed. Just before Lan Zhengting got up, he sent a message to his elder brother and third younger brother, "I will go home at night, and I won't return during the day." Putting on the seat belt, Guan Zeyu said, "Has the political court been to Baifeng Mountain?"

Lan Zhengting shook his head, "That Baifeng Mountain with red maple leaves in autumn?"

"Well, I've been there. It happened to be autumn, and the mountains were full of azaleas. It was really beautiful."

"Unfortunately, it's not autumn at this time."

"But there are picturesque ones too."

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