unrequited love forbidden

kitchen

drink soup grandpa

When Jiang Xiao came home, Fu Qingzhou was in the kitchen. Something seemed to be cooking in the pot, and there was a faint fragrance coming out.

"Brother Zhou, what are you cooking?" Jiang Xiao put his coat on the chair, leaned on the door frame and looked into the pot.

"Tomato soup." Fu Qingzhou glanced back at him, and his eyes were glued to his attire. The young man stood there cleanly in a white shirt, which made people feel beautiful.

"What did you do?" Fu Qingzhou put down the spoon in his hand and glanced at his watch.

"I was called by Mu Zhengping to attend a reception, and I didn't drink." Jiang Xiao emphasized emphatically, rolled up his sleeves, walked behind him, and took off the apron around his waist, "I see that you are so hungry, you go to the kitchen yourself gone."

Fu Qingzhou hesitated to speak, watched him skillfully put on the apron, picked up a spoon to fill some soup and tasted it, "It tastes good, but a little bland."

As he spoke, he reached for the salt jar, but Fu Qingzhou grabbed his hand.

"Afraid of salt?" Jiang Xiao looked at him suspiciously, "I remember you have a strong taste."

"Jiang Xiao, I cooked this." Fu Qingzhou tried to swear sovereignty to him.

"I know you cooked it, it's a little bland." Jiang Xiao tried to put salt in it, but was stopped by Fu Qingzhou again, he firmly pressed the bottle mouth and didn't let go.

"I cooked it." Fu Qingzhou emphasized: "I, for, you, cooked it."

"Ah? Ah!" The expression on Jiang Xiao's face changed from doubt to enlightenment and then joy, "Damn it! You cooked the soup just for me!"

"Yes." Fu Qingzhou unswervingly snatched the salt jar from his hand and put it back in place, stared at the "overjoyed" Jiang Xiao for three seconds, then took it back in discouragement, saying uncertainly : "Really weak?"

"No! It's not weak! The taste is just right! I like to drink this level!" Jiang Xiao's eyes lit up and said: "It's very delicious!"

"Uh..." Fu Qingzhou picked up the spoon expressionlessly, and added half a spoonful of salt into it.

Jiang Xiao tied the apron back to his waist with a smile, wiped off the oil by the way, and said sincerely, "Boss Fu, do you know how to cook?"

"If you don't know, you can learn." Fu Qingzhou stared at the pot of soup with a serious expression, scooped up a little bit and tasted it carefully.

I've tried it so many times before that I can't really tell the difference.

Jiang Xiao looked at him a little nervously, "How is it?"

Fu Qingzhou frowned slowly, scooped up a little and blew it to his mouth, Jiang Xiao took a sip obediently, raised his head and said, "Just right! I'm telling the truth this time!"

Fu Qingzhou dubiously turned off the fire and filled the soup.

Jiang Xiao stuck to his back sticky, "Why do you suddenly think of making soup for me?"

"Call me and he said you've been drinking." Fu Qingzhou walked towards the restaurant with a soup bowl in his hand, and Jiang Xiao followed closely behind.

"I didn't drink it, the drink I drank, I saw that he still pretended not to know me, and he taught us computer classes for half a semester, so your company—" Jiang Xiao clarified, seeing Fu Qingzhou looking back To himself, the subject changed abruptly, "But I'm really hungry, so I just had some soup to warm my stomach."

Fu Qingzhou put the soup bowl on the table, pinched Jiang Xiao's earlobe with his slightly hot fingertips to cool down, "Do you remember what day it is today?"

Jiang Xiao's mind suddenly trembled, and he looked at Fu Qingzhou vigilantly and suspiciously.

Fu Qingzhou's birthday has passed, and so has his own, and it's not the day when they met for an interview for the first time, it's not the day when he entered Fu Qingzhou's house for the first time, and it's not the day when he stayed for dinner...

"Don't remember?" Fu Qingzhou pinched his earlobe.

Jiang Xiao said cautiously: "Can you give me some hints?"

"No." Fu Qingzhou curled his lips, "Because you didn't know."

Jiang Xiao's hanging heart fell, and then his strong curiosity was lifted out, "What day is it?"

"I'll tell you later." Fu Qingzhou stretched out his hand to untie the knot on the rope of his apron, and before he could untie it, he was pushed against the edge of the dining table.

"Tell me now." Jiang Xiao deliberately pressed his wrist to prevent him from releasing it, and lowered his head to kiss his neck, "I really don't remember."

Fu Qingzhou wanted to pull his hands up, but he couldn't use his strength in this position. There was still a bowl of soup on the table that he had experimented with "hard work", so he could only let him kiss, "Get up first and I'll tell you later."

"I'm sorry." Jiang Xiao kissed him along his neck to his chin, narrowed his eyes and said, "If you don't tell me, I'll finish you off at the dinner table."

Fu Qingzhou was almost choked by himself, and tilted his head to avoid him, "Didn't you plot evil a long time ago?"

"It just so happened that you gave me a reason." Jiang Xiao said in a vicious voice, "It's not true!"

Fu Qingzhou was a little distracted by his kiss, but he still mobilized his strong willpower and said: "This pot of soup...I have boiled it for a long time, I have to drink everything you say."

Jiang Xiao rubbed his cheek against the side of his face, and said with deep eyes: "Mr. Fu, what you said is as if the soup has been poisoned."

"Well, it's poisoned." Fu Qingzhou said, "Are you drinking or not?"

"Drink it even if it's poisoned." Jiang Xiao kissed the corner of his mouth, and said vaguely: "Then don't let it cool down, it's so hot just out of the pot...you let me give you two kisses first."

Fu Qingzhou leaned on the dining table in order to preserve the fruits of his labor, so he had to agree to him half-heartedly. The two of them kissed a little too much, and some soup spilled out from the shaking bowl, which happened to touch Fu Qingzhou's collar and neck.

"Oh, so careless." Jiang Xiao gloated and said, "No, it's too greasy, go to the bathroom and wash it."

Fu Qingzhou squinted his eyes, pushed Jiang Xiao up with force from his waist, pressed him against the wall, pointed to the collar and the soup on his neck and said: "Jiang Xiao, I boiled this pot for half a day at the end. For many hours, you spilled half of it for me."

Jiang Xiao glanced at the soup bowls that were still full on the table, and felt that Fu Qingzhou was worthy of being the boss. He was really good at exaggerating and preemptive strikes, but he felt guilty, "Then... what should I do?"

Fu Qingzhou pressed him against the wall and kissed him for a long time, then dragged him to the bathroom, "Wash me clean."

"Ah... this, isn't this good?" Jiang Xiao's tone was hesitant, but the eagerness in his eyes completely betrayed his small thoughts, "Hey—Mr. Fu!"

Bang!

The bathroom door was kicked shut.

The tomato soup on the table was slowly steaming, and the low sound of breathing and water came from the not-so-soundproof bathroom.

The soup bowl was lying alone on the dining table, the minute hand on the clock moved around, and the kicked door was pitifully reopened.

The water vapor mixed with the shower gel came out, and Jiang Xiao put a towel on his wet hair, holding a towel in his hand to wipe Fu Qingzhou's hair, and said enthusiastically, "Damn."

Fu Qingzhou patted his stomach, "I heated up the soup myself."

"I've worked so hard to serve you, and I want to heat it up myself!" Jiang Xiao grabbed his head and rubbed it violently, "You heat it up!"

"Hands are sore, I don't want to move." Fu Qingzhou pulled the towel from his hand, pointed to the kitchen and said, "You have to drink the soup for me tonight."

"Okay, okay, make sure not a drop is left." Jiang Xiao wiped his head while carrying the soup and walked into the kitchen. Halfway there, he suddenly turned around and laughed wildly at Fu Qingzhou: "Hahaha! Not a single drop left!"

Fu Qingzhou stared at him indifferently, "You don't have anything serious in your mind."

"That's right, who is a decent person who keeps a diary!" Jiang Xiao laughed and warmed up the soup, "A decent person won't recite the little obscenities written by others."

Fu Qingzhou took a towel and licked his waist, and couldn't help laughing along with him, "How did you keep your mouth from not talking for ten years?"

"Tell me, I wrote it all in the diary." Jiang Xiao said seriously: "Otherwise I will be suffocated to death, in various senses."

"Shut up." Fu Qingzhou couldn't laugh or cry.

Jiang Xiao raised his eyebrows and said, "How dare you do it or not? It was obvious that you dragged me into the bathroom just now to plot something wrong. I resisted desperately and was forced to—hmm."

Fu Qingzhou covered his mouth, and turned to look at the second bedroom door at the other end of the corridor.

Fu Zhi opened the door sleepily and came out, with the grievance and dissatisfaction of being woken up, frowned and said in a childish voice: "Brother Jiang Xiao, you laughed so loudly that you woke me up."

Jiang Xiao quickly admitted his mistake, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Fu Zhi yawned and shrugged his nose, "It smells so good."

"It smelled wrong." Fu Qingzhou said: "I can't eat anymore after brushing my teeth at night, go back to sleep."

"Okay." Fu Zhi nodded obediently, "Brother, can I keep the night light on tonight?"

"Yes." Fu Qingzhou said seriously.

Fu Zhi yawned again, and went back to his room to sleep.

Jiang Xiao and Fu Qingzhou looked at each other, and they both saw the guilt in each other's eyes.

"Why don't you... change to a soundproof house?" Jiang Xiao approached him and whispered, sticking his chin on his shoulder.

Fu Qingzhou tapped his elbow back lightly, "No need, as long as you laugh softly."

"I didn't laugh when I was there." Jiang Xiao hummed dissatisfied.

"Please drink the soup, ancestor."