ball magic

Raphael woke up in a sweet atmosphere, so that he opened his eyes, but thought he was still in a dream, and he was still the boy who would only go in to buy discounted bread when the bakery was on sale in the evening.

After a delay of two seconds, he realized that this still unfamiliar living room was his new home, and the sweet smell still entering his nostrils should be the smell of cake.

cake?

He got off the sofa with bare feet and looked in the direction of the kitchen, but he didn't see the figure he wanted to see, which made him frown. Seeing that there was no one in the front yard, he walked to the back yard.

This manor has a history of only 60 or [-] years. It looks too "young" among a large number of manors full of history. It is a typical modern Nordic style, which is also the original intention of Raphael to choose it.

After all, Aimar is only 19 years old, and their first house does not need to be too old.

As soon as he came to the backyard, he saw Louis who was waving at him vigorously.

He was wearing a pair of fancy underpants, bouncing vigorously on the water bed, and Aimar also surfaced, waved at him, and said happily: "There are actually two swimming pools here! Two!"

"Like?" Raphael asked nonsense.

But the big and small in front of him nodded cooperatively, and seemed to love this place very much.

"That's fine."

Raphael now feels the house is worth every penny he spent.

"Let's play in the water with Rafa!" Louis jumped up and down on the water bed again, looking very happy.

Raphael took off the short t-shirt that was in the way without hesitation, and jumped into the swimming pool.

He kissed Luis because he didn't want to hear the brat moaning jealously, and then he kissed Aymar's good morning.

"How did you inflate it?"

He hadn't seen an inflatable, and since it was such a big one, it would be hard for Aimar to get it here.

"It's always been there, and so has the parasol, although I don't think it's necessary at all other than to provide atmosphere."

Living in the Iberian Peninsula, where the sun is particularly abundant all year round, Aimar feels that the sun above his head can only be called pleasant, and he does not need a parasol at all.

"It seems that I should give David a raise." Raphael looked at the big parasol and laughed.

Louis protested again at this time, he was not satisfied with the two parents' attention not on him, especially since he had a lot to say.

When Raphael picked him up, he turned on the small horn.

First, he complained about Rafael's sleepiness, he was a lazy lion, and he didn't play with him, so he showed off his small cakes, puddings, and how fun his water bed was. He wanted Raphael to play with him in the water .

But his uncle was distracted when he heard the evaluation of "Lazy Lion", and his eyes only followed the curly deer who was complaining about him behind his back and swam away as if nothing had happened.

When the little guy's babbling finally came to an end, Raphael pointed to the white rattan coffee table next to the sun umbrella and asked, "Is the cake delicious?"

There was a large tray with cakes and puddings and Louis's baby bottle and finished dessert tray.

After taking Louis's small eyes, he almost couldn't turn his eyes back. He seemed to point to the pudding affectionately and said, "The pudding is better...Louis can only eat one qaq."

This surprised Raphael even more than Aimar made dim sum, after all, knowing how to cook does not mean that it is delicious.

Even if he loves this curly hair, it is difficult to say against his will that Aimar is the one with more cooking talent among them.

But Louis is a very picky eater. Since he looks at the pudding with such eyes, it means that it must be delicious.

Aimar apparently misunderstood him, rolling his eyes at him and saying: "I do love Luis, but I'm not going to give him a bunch of desserts at tea time so he can't eat dinner."

This is a good reminder, Raphael thought, so even though Louis looked at him helplessly, he just said, "You have a spoonful, and there is only one spoonful."

But even just one spoonful was enough to make Louis overjoyed to deliver the soggy Momoda with a compliment, "Rafa! Rafa! The most beautiful! The most beautiful!"

"Pfft" Aimar almost burst out laughing, he must be glad that he is not in the water now.

Raphael was expressionless, obviously resistant to the sweet words that the brat popped up from time to time, and he didn't like this at all.

"Where did he learn it?"

"Javier, or any Italian?"

After speaking, Raphael carried the kid to the pool, and then looked at the little cake and pudding in front of him.

"It hasn't been refrigerated enough," Amar explained as he tapped the pudding with a spoon like a child. "The one in the refrigerator may taste better. Shall I change it for you?"

Well, he's a little nervous.

Javier once boasted in front of him, saying that the Iglesias family is very talented in cooking, and they can make top-notch delicacy even the cheapest ground beef.

He had also eaten Rafael's dishes, and every time he tasted Raphael's dishes, his taste buds agreed with every word Javier said.

Since cooking is incomparable, he didn't want to compete with Raphael for the position of chef at home.

But desserts are different. With an excellent recipe, an accurate kitchen scale, and a lot of practice, he can make pretty good desserts just like cats and dogs.

"No," Raphael had already cut the pudding with a small spoon, and when he saw the smooth surface, he looked back at him and said, "The pudding in front of me must be the sweetest."

Then he saw Aymar cover his cheek with satisfaction.

He only listened to Aimar complain, if that was a complaint, when he handed the spoon to Luis and the kid cherished tasting it

"He definitely learned from you!"

Raphael, who was blamed for this, blew a kiss back to him without any hesitation.

Seeing that this guy was still emitting hormones on purpose in a wet state, Aimar couldn't stand it any longer.

Rafael fed Louis another spoonful before asking him, "Where are you going?"

"Set up the grill. I have a lot of vegetables ready to grill together."

Raphael understood, and then rejected Louis' request for another spoonful, and put a spoonful of pudding into his own mouth.

After he took it in, he just gently touched it with the tip of his tongue, and the delicate pudding melted on the tip of his tongue. The aroma of egg, milk and caramel was fully released at this moment. Even after entering his throat, the soft and tender taste was still there. It is nostalgic and hard to satisfy.

The pudding was really good, and he could totally understand why Louis liked it so much.

So after tasting it, he ate the cup of pudding directly under Louis's pitiful gaze.

Louis: qaq!

Raphael rubbed his curly hair to coax him: "Eat roast beef tonight."

This time Louis pointed his little ass directly at him, is beef pudding delicious?

But this action also allowed Louis to see Aimar. He changed his clothes and now is holding a lot of things, looking very funny.

He immediately clamored to go ashore.

Rafael wiped his curly hair obediently and let him be Aimar's little tail. He swam in the swimming pool for a few rounds before he felt that his body, which had been tortured by the long-distance flight, finally stretched.

When Luis appeared in front of him again, he told him in a proud tone that Aimar had lit the charcoal fire, and they would have a lot to eat.

Raphael looked in the direction of the grill, and saw that the curling green smoke had risen.

This made him a little regretful, obviously his deer was also a qualified Argentinian boy who was very good at the grill, so he was not given a chance to show off.

By the time he took Louis into the shower, the barbecue was already on the grill.

The biggest secret to Argentinian barbecue is actually patience.

There is no secret sauce, no best beef, and under the magic of time, beef will become delicious.

"Do something?" Raphael asked.

Usually they would be watching the coals and drinking beer during the barbecue, which is their way of enjoying life, but it is too early.

He saw that Aimar took out a tennis ball out of nowhere, and Bart rushed over excitedly, and then Aimar put his arms around Bart and whispered something before throwing the tennis ball out.

This is obviously a problem, Raphael squinted at him, when did you have a secret with my dog?

Aimar just pretended not to see it.

And then they watch side by side as Bart chases tennis balls around the yard, while Louis chases Bart, giggling.

It looked nice and warm, but Raphael always felt that something was wrong.

Before he could think, Bart came to him with a tennis ball in his mouth, shaking his head and waiting for praise.

"...It actually gave you the ball?"

Aimar feels that Bart has lost him, at least at this moment!

And his boyfriend gave him a smug look and rubbed Bart's rabbit ears before throwing the tennis ball.

The ball flew extremely far, and Bart seemed to be flying at a speed that made Louis keep cheering.

"... No wonder you often throw the ball." Aimar whispered, yes, he didn't expect Rafael to throw it so far!

Seeing that Raphael was about to flirt with him again, Aimar took out a tennis ball from his trouser pocket and shook it at him, "Compare? Bounce the ball."

"Then you're bound to lose." Raphael said lightly. If it was a comparison, neither of them would want to lose to each other.

But this is obviously the best provocation, and Aimar directly threw the ball over.

This little tennis ball became their best toy, although they had some small...well, big arguments about winning or losing. ⒊[-]

When Louis had had enough, Rafael grilled him some sausages, potatoes and eggplants, served with a salad to fill his belly.

Then he opened two bottles of beer, which belonged to him and Aimar.

Bonfire, beef, beer, this is also the joy of every Argentine boy.

This is their vacation.

"That pudding was excellent, indeed the best I've ever had."

"It's my mum's recipe, when I was a kid other kids always wanted to come over and Andrea and I were always getting gifts from other kids."

"Estera?" Raphael was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this recipe was taught by Aimar's mother Estella. "Is the cake too?"

"She made all our birthday cakes. She once made me a huge playground cake. If she could choose now, she would definitely choose to make a monument" to me. "

"Sounds lovely."

"uh-huh."

"I mean will your cutie Estella make cakes with you?"

"... Will Veronica's little angel cheat a lot of bread from the church?"

Aimar thought his counterattack was very sharp, but Rafa would not care about this, and kept asking: "Are you really going to help her make cakes together? Then you must be her favorite child."

Aimar would not answer his own dark childhood history, and directly changed the subject, "Are we only staying here for three days?"

After wandering around here, he has fallen in love with it. For an otaku like him, this house is a paradise, and he won't get tired of living here for a few years.

Raphael let him curl his hair with his fingers, and said with a trace of helplessness: "I think you will like the one at the foot of the Jungfrau, but the landlord has no intention of selling it."

The voice sounded full of regret, and Aimar couldn't help but patted his head, "Why buy so many houses? Are you playing peek-a-boo with the media?"

Raphael raised his eyelids and said sharply, "We're in the newspaper again?"

"Yes. Have you been off the phone all the time? Ori called me and said he couldn't reach you and asked us to keep a low profile when we were outside. He asked you to call him back, but forgot to tell you in the afternoon."

Raphael fumbled for the phone from his trouser pocket, and said plausibly, "Why do you need to turn it on during the holidays? I won't transfer money, and Ronnie will take care of business matters."

Aimar clapped his hand away, handed him the phone and said, "He answered two advertisements for me, but the shooting time was in October or November, and it will not affect our vacation."

Seeing that Raphael didn't express any objection, he couldn't help imitating his lover's usual appearance, raised his eyebrows and asked, "You don't object?"

Raphael spread his hands innocently, "This is your job, of course I won't dictate to it."

This made Aimar smile in satisfaction, and even bent over and kissed the tip of his nose, "Although I know you will tell Auri what to do, I'm still very happy."

After speaking, he carried Louis upstairs. The little guy was almost put to sleep, and he had to make sure he slept in his little bed.

Raphael watched him leave before dialing Oriol's phone number. After only two or three seconds, the other party answered the phone, "Pabrido, dear."

"It's me." Raphael said.

Oriol was silent for two seconds, as if he couldn't help it before complaining: "Okay, I know that your relationship has developed to the point where you can answer each other's phone, and you can use the other party's mobile phone to call other people at will. I will always remember this deeply..."

Raphael took two sips of wine slowly during this gap before reminding him to get down to business.

"Oh, the thing is like this, He Di went to Dior, and after your contract with YSL expires, there is only one sponsorship left by Umbro, and you are indeed not short of money now, so he wants to know whether the previous agreement still exists Does it count?"

"Of course. As long as he abides by the agreement, he won't do anything again."

"Do something?" Oriol couldn't help laughing, "You mean the pants are so tight that they are about to tear apart? But I promise it will work well, at least your Pubrido will like it."

"...Shut up." Raphael didn't want to discuss his love life with Aimar with him.

"Oh."

"Any thing else?"

"Yes, this time the contract is at least 3 years, he thinks you will regret it at any time, so make sure to protect it. Another thing, he wants to shoot a special Halloween-themed advertisement this fall, which seems to be a bad meme like Interview with the Vampire. Ask if you mind."

"Halloween?"

"Yes, an ad for Halloween."

"If it's Halloween, I'd rather be a clown than a vampire with fangs."

Raphael found that Oriol was silent after he finished speaking, which made him frown, "Is this too much to ask?"

"No, I was just thinking, are you talking about the one that everyone knows brings joy to children all over the world, or the one from DC Comics, or... your Pubrido?"

"Of course it's the second one! I hope you think about it before you speak next time, or go see an ophthalmologist. After all, normal people can see that there is a 15 cm height difference between me and him!"

It really can't be my fault, Oriol yelled in his heart, who knows which one you are referring to!

Especially since you and Aimar are now in love!

But he didn't dare to refute the tyrant, so he made an appointment with him on a signing date.

After hanging up the phone, Rafael conveniently put Aimar's cell phone in his trouser pocket, and packed up the grill.

As nice as it is to grill, it's such a hassle to clean it up.

But the Argentines still enjoy it, because they are not so much in love with barbecue, as they are in love with a good way of life. Who would say no to a good life?

He had no intention of washing them tonight, so he did it quickly.

When he went upstairs to the children's room, he found that there was only a small night light in the room accompanying the sleeping Louis.

He kissed Louis lightly on the cheek, where his little angel was supposed to kiss him goodnight.

When I left the children's room and walked to the master bedroom, my mood could be described as joyful.

Pablo was in their bedroom.

A control freak gets the most satisfaction out of simply stating the facts.

He was looking forward to it like a child looking forward to his own Christmas present.

It's just a little different, what he is looking forward to is not Santa Claus, but his own elk.

But maybe he came too early, or maybe too late, when he opened the door, the first thing he saw was the row of swaying scented candles on the bedside table, the decanter and the two goblets.

If there were roses here, Aimar would surely sprinkle them everywhere.

"Snapped."

Raphael turned off the light.

Now that there is a candle, why do we need it?

He may be right.

The moment he turned off the light, the door of the bathroom was slowly opened, and the elk, which he had been full of longing for since he was a boy, was tied with the most delicate ribbon and walked towards him slowly.

The author has something to say: "Of course I will not reach out to pick the moon, and now the moon is coming to me."

Audrey Hepburn

It is a pleasure to bid farewell to August with such a chapter.

so happy!