he is afraid, he pretends

Wen Siyuan held Wu Luming's hand, and after the wound stopped bleeding, he applied a layer of iodophor on it.

The degree of cracking on Wu Luming's finger was similar to Wen Siyuan's imagination. Although it was not deep enough to see the bone, it was still torn apart.

Wen Siyuan didn't let go of his hand for a long time after he finished applying iodophor, and stared down at the cut on Wu Luming's fair finger without making a sound.

Wu Luming sensed something was wrong, tilted his head to look at Wen Siyuan, and after looking closely for a moment, he asked, "Brother Yuan, are you unhappy?"

Wen Siyuan didn't answer. After finding a waterproof band-aid to stick Wu Luming on, he finally let go of his hand and said, "I'll cut the rest of the meat."

When he said this, he didn't have any other emotions on his body, so he got up and walked to the kitchen after speaking.

Wu Luming originally wanted to say something more, but when he saw Wen Siyuan walking towards the kitchen, the alarm went off in his mind, and he couldn't think about anything else for the time being.

He quickly got up and followed: "Brother Yuan, let me do it."

Wen Siyuan stopped and looked at him: "Worried about my injury?"

Wu Luming really sensed that something was wrong with Wen Siyuan's mood today, but it was only a little bit, very subtle, and he couldn't even find it unless he looked in.

The wound on his hand became more and more painful under Wen Siyuan's silent gaze.

Not long after, he raised his uninjured right hand, put it on Wen Siyuan's arm, and said with a light smile, "No, I'm worried about the meat and kitchen knives in the kitchen."

In the end, Wen Siyuan cut the meat.

Wu Luming was terrified watching from the sidelines, but fortunately, it was just a bit ugly in the end.

Wen Siyuan cooked all the meat, and Wu Luming immediately took over the rest of the work.

In the past, when Wu Luming was in the kitchen, Wen Siyuan would consciously refrain from appearing in the kitchen to create chaos out of thin air.

He didn't leave today, but he was probably aware of the natural incompatibility between himself and the kitchen. He didn't stand in the kitchen directly, but leaned against the kitchen door.

Half an hour later, Wu Luming brought out the bone broth that had been simmering for more than two hours.

Wen Siyuan helped bring it to the dining table.

The dinner for the two of them was not much different from the usual ones, the difference was that there was an extra cake on the table.

After putting down the bone soup, Wen Siyuan didn't sit down at the table, but turned and went into the kitchen.

Wu Luming doesn't like the smell of oily smoke on his body very much, so occasionally after cooking dinner at home, he would simply take a shower.

When Wen Siyuan went to serve the soup, Wu Luming took the clothes directly into the bathroom.

When he came out of the bathroom, he found the sound of water boiling in the kitchen.

He wiped his hair in the kitchen and walked to the door of the kitchen, and saw Wen Siyuan silently confronting the steaming pot.

After confronting each other for about half a minute, he lifted the lid of the pot very seriously and tensely, and cracked an egg into it.

The egg was successfully beaten in, and most of the eggshell followed in troubled waters.

Wen Siyuan frowned, picked up the chopsticks and scooped it up.

After a while, he took out the eggshell, he was obviously relieved, and put the lid back on the pot with a serious expression.

Wu Luming stood quietly at the kitchen door for a moment, then retreated without making a sound.

After he wiped his hair so that there was no dripping, Wen Siyuan came out with cooked noodles.

A bowl of longevity noodles was placed in front of Wu Luming, with a few green vegetables floating on the surface, and beside the green vegetables was a broken egg.

Wu Luming looked up at Wen Siyuan.

Wen Siyuan walked to sit across the table with a natural expression, and said, "Eat?"

Regardless of the taste, Wen Siyuan must have practiced it in private, judging from the decent appearance of the noodles and the fact that the kitchen pan was not fried.

Wu Luming took the chopsticks and picked up the noodles, thinking, the pot at home has not been scrapped recently, so it is probably not practiced at home.

The taste is unexpectedly good, moderately salty, but the noodles are slightly overcooked.

Wu Luming kept chopsticks, quietly finished the whole bowl of noodles, and then looked at Wen Siyuan and asked, "Brother Yuan, does your school's training building have a kitchen?"

Although Wen Siyuan didn't think about saying it, but Wu Luming asked, he wouldn't hide it on purpose: "Yeah."

"Will it pay a lot for frying the pot in the public kitchen?"

Wen Siyuan was silent for a moment: "Just buy a new one and make it up."

Wu Luming's eyes gradually sparkled with a smile.

He didn't speak for a long time, and Wen Siyuan thought that the topic was over, and pulled the cake aside to unpack the box.

However, as soon as the ribbon on the cake box was untied, Wu Luming's voice suddenly sounded again: "How many times have you bought it?"

Wen Siyuan paused.

This time there was a very long silence.

"Six times."

He quickly overwhelmed the answer with the sound of tearing open the cake.

Wu Luming smiled lightly, and did not continue to ask questions.

The cake Wen Siyuan ordered was quite satisfactory, and the candles were ordinary number candles.

Before lighting the candles, Wen Siyuan turned off the living room lights.

The moon is sparse tonight, and the moonlight outside the window is enough for people in the house to see.

Wen Siyuan turned off the light and returned to the dining table, instead of lighting candles immediately, he asked Wu Luming, "What wish do you want to make?"

There was a smile in Wu Luming's voice: "Brother Yuan, it won't work if you express your wish."

Wen Siyuan replied very similarly: "Tell me, no."

Every word he said was like this, always with an irresistible conviction, and he unconsciously had the idea that what he said could not be wrong.

Wu Luming stared at Wen Siyuan quietly in the dark, and after a long time said softly: "I only make one wish every year, and I hope my family members can live a long and healthy life forever."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and his voice became softer: "I will add you this year."

The wind rustled the leaves outside the window.

Although the moonlight was thick, it was not enough for the two people across the table to see the emotional changes on each other's faces.

"What about you?" Wen Siyuan's voice suddenly sounded.

Wu Luming seemed to be stopped by the question, and did not answer for a long time.

"You have to live a long and healthy life before you can extend your blessings to us." Wen Siyuan's voice could not hear joy or anger, "Add yourself."

There was a brief silence in the darkness.

Until there was a voice that seemed to be suffocated and spit out: "Okay."

Only then did Wen Siyuan start to light the candles.

When the candlelight floated, Wu Luming had already folded his hands and closed his eyes.

He made a wish very quickly, the digital candle only burned his head, and he opened his eyes and blew out the candle.

Wen Siyuan turned to turn on the light, and when he came back, he saw Wu Luming rubbing his eyes with the sudden light as if he was not used to it.

Rubbing his eyes a little red, Wu Luming spread his hands towards him and smiled lightly: "Brother Yuan, a gift."

Wen Siyuan took the box next to the cake and handed it to Wu Luming.

The box is not big, flat, just the size of a palm.

When Wu Luming took it, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes, but he didn't make a sound, and carefully opened the box.

After opening the box, his surprise was completely undisguised this time. He stared at the contents of the box, obviously stunned.

Probably because he was stunned for a while, Wen Siyuan's questioning voice came: "Don't you like it?"

That's not...

It's just that as far as he knows, the things lying in the box should generally be given to children.

A solid gold lock of longevity adorned the solid gold chain.

The lock is small, with a chubby lock body and three bells hanging from the bottom.

Regardless of size or style, it is the first choice for children's centenary gifts.

While Wu Luming was still staring, Wen Siyuan had already walked to his side, took off the longevity lock and put it on for him.

The chain was obviously lengthened, and after it was fastened, the chubby little lock fell down, just enough to fit into the collarbone.

Wu Luming touched the small lock attached to his skin, thought for a while and asked, "I thought those books wrapped up in your study were my presents."

Wen Siyuan paused invisibly: "It's also for you, a holiday gift."

Wu Luming squeezed the lock into his warm palm little by little, and said with a light smile, "Understood, reading and thinking about others."

Wen Siyuan answered rigorously: "You can also make good use of modern technology, such as telephone and video."

Wu Luming rubbed against the lines on the longevity lock gently.

He seemed to have something to say, after thinking about it, he looked at Wen Siyuan again, and then said: "I had this when I was a child."

Wen Siyuan knew that he hadn't finished speaking, so he looked at him quietly and waited for him to continue.

"My sister and I, one for each of us. But later, because I was sick and had to take expensive medicines, and the orphanage couldn't afford such expensive medicines, my sister sold hers. Hers only worked after she sold them. For a while, so then mine sold too."

When he said these words, he didn't look at Wen Siyuan, his eyelashes fluttered, and he still seemed a little unaccustomed to take the initiative to talk about these meaningless things.

But he knew that Wen Siyuan wanted to hear it, and Wen Siyuan had a great thirst for knowledge about every detail of his past.

So even if he wasn't used to it, he was still willing to tell Wen Siyuan.

After he finished speaking, he chuckled and said in a relaxed tone: "Later, my sister drew a piece of paper and painted it yellow with a crayon, so we each had another one."

Wen Siyuan raised his hand to hold Wu Luming's hand that was constantly rubbing on the lock, and said in a very ordinary tone: "I will buy one for you in the next year."

Wu Luming didn't know which words in the words hit him, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at Wen Siyuan.

After looking at it, he seemed to realize that his reaction was inappropriate, so he simply asked with a smile, "Jin Suo Zang Jiao?"

Wen Siyuan seemed to ponder over this word, and then responded without any hindrance: "Well, can I hide it?"

Wu Luming lowered his eyes, stretched out a finger and lightly touched the row of bells on the Changshou Lock.

There was a jingle.

"Can hide."

The author has something to say:

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Xiao Xu is very happy today, because Wen Siyuan, who hasn’t been in the kitchen for 800 years, offered to cook noodles at noon, so he doesn’t have to go all the way to the school cafeteria

He gleefully enters the kitchen with a bowl...and gets blasted out

The kitchen manager rushed over upon hearing the sound and asked angrily what was going on

The instigator calmly put down the pot: Oh, Teacher Xu said he wanted to cook noodles by himself at noon

Xiao Xu:?

The instigator continued to calmly take out the black ball from the pot and put it in Xiao Xu's bowl: eat it

Xiao Xu: ...

Xiao Xu, who didn't eat the meal and lost a pot, took a knife and killed Xiao Wen's house overnight

Sorry guys I'm late!It was too painful to be destroyed by work this week, and I will try to be better tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

This part is almost coming to an end, it is estimated that about five chapters will enter the next part, I even think I can finish it before the end of the year!