After dressing as a vicious male partner, he was targeted by the reborn male protagonist

"Fresh ingredients often determine the mellow taste..."

The ethereal and melodious music was accompanied by a deep male voice narration. Meng Chenyu listened to the narration and looked at "Flower Country on the Bite of Tongue" with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

who is he?Where is he?What is he going to do?Why is he watching this in the kitchen at five o'clock in the morning?

Meng Chenyu opened the e-book in his mind, flipped through it, and picked up the flour with a blank expression.

Because in the plot, Meng Chenyu robbed Meng Yu's job on the first day of his stay and made snacks for Xiao Ranchen for breakfast, so he had to be picked up by Meng Yu to make breakfast at five in the morning.

Meng Chenyu poured the flour with a ferocious face, and ate, ate, ate, killed you, what's delicious for breakfast, is the bed not warm enough?

"Bang!" Meng Yu, who was working in the living room while supervising Meng Chenyu, frowned slightly when he heard a slight explosion coming from the kitchen. He put down his work and opened the kitchen door.

A white figure came into his eyes, Meng Yu rarely hesitated: "Meng Chenyu?"

The white figure was choked by the flour and sneezed violently. Meng Yu immediately pulled the door over to block the spray of white flour, and the veins on his forehead twitched: "I asked you to cook, what are you doing?"

Meng Chenyu said aggrievedly: "Who knew the flour would explode."

Meng Yu rubbed the center of his brows with a headache. He didn't expect him to make a small flour bomb in the kitchen. Isn't this a different kind of talent?

But Xiao Ranchen had to go downstairs for breakfast at seven o'clock, and now it was past six o'clock, so it would be too late to wait for Meng Chenyu to pack up.

Meng Yu's eyes darkened, and he suppressed the violent desire in his heart due to displeasure: "Go and change clothes, I'll do it."

"Thank you, boss!" Meng Chenyu was like a sensitive animal, feeling Meng Yu's depressed mood, and sneaked away as low-key as possible against the corner of the wall.

Meng Yu frowned slightly, rolled up his sleeves and kneaded noodles, and prepared the ingredients.

The twilight morning light slowly fell on the beautiful young man, his hair was also dyed a layer of light gold, his white and slender fingers fluttered like butterflies, the pastry in his hand was very obedient, and he squeezed it out easily nice shape.

Normally, Meng Yu's heart always seemed to be suppressed by a layer of boiling magma, which was always on the verge of eruption, but now the magma in his heart seemed to be extinguished, and he looked warm and quiet under the warm and soft floating light, and the coquettish blood-red tear moles at the corners of his eyes were stained. A taste of holiness.

Meng Chenyu stood by the door and watched quietly, not disturbing Meng Yu's rare peace.

Meng Yu carefully put the pasta into the steamer and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Just wait for 15 minutes." Meng Yu confessed.

Meng Chenyu asked curiously, "Do you like cooking?"

Meng Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he smiled suddenly: "I prefer to cut off the human body into pieces and steam them in a wok."

He was against the light, and seemed to have returned to the shadows again. Meng Chenyu was stunned and stopped talking.

Meng Chenyu was bored counting the time and waiting for the dim sum to be cooked, when he suddenly saw the mustard in the seasoning pile, grinned, and stretched out his evil (doing) devil (death) hand.

Catch him up at five o'clock, right? Talk to him and scare him, right? Don't let Meng Yu see his tricks of Young Master Meng. He really thinks he's afraid of him.

On the other side, Xiao Ranchen finally brought his sweetheart back to the villa. He was in a great mood, and went downstairs briskly, only to see Meng Yu standing in the living room seemingly at a loss.

Looking at the empty dining table, Xiao Ranchen suddenly felt displeased: "Where's breakfast? I have a meeting this morning, so I can't be late."

"When I got up, I saw Chen Yu was already in the kitchen."

"It's breakfast!" Meng Chenyu pushed the dining cart out of the kitchen with a smile.

Xiao Ranchen unobtrusively looked at his thin waist outlined by the apron, and sat on the edge of the dining table: "Aren't you feeling sick? Why don't you take a rest?"

"Thanks to Ran Chen's willingness to take me in, I can't take it for granted. Before I can find a job and pay living expenses, I can only do what I can to repay you." Meng Chenyu put the two dinner plates on the table respectively. In the positions of Xiao Ranchen and Meng Yu, there were smiles on the corners of his eyes and brows.

Meng Yu raised his eyelids slightly and looked at the breakfast in front of him. He obviously made red bean cakes, but the one Meng Chenyu gave him was green.

Meng Chenyu urged with anticipation in his eyes: "Hurry up, the red bean cake is the best when it's just out of the oven."

"Green red bean cake?" Meng Yu looked at Meng Chenyu with a half-smile.

Meng Chenyu coughed lightly, and his round eyes flicked around, not looking at Meng Yu anywhere: "There are not enough red beans in the kitchen, so I made some mung bean cakes."

Xiao Ranchen took a bite and said: "It's delicious, sweet and soft. Chen Yu has worked hard all morning, so sit down and eat."

Meng Chenyu quickly shook his head: "I've eaten it, big...Meng Yu has a quick taste, does the taste suit your taste?"

Meng Yu could hear the gloating in Meng Chenyu's words with one ear.

He forked the "mung bean" cake and slowly put it into his mouth to chew. It was very good, and he added a lot of mustard.

He had no choice but to take a sip of the milk, paused for a moment, and swallowed without changing his face.

His originally cold and fair-skinned face was flushed from the irritation, and the hand holding the cup was too hard, the skin was thin, and the blue blood vessels were clearly visible.

Meng Chenyu almost laughed out loud. Unexpectedly, he also quietly added a lot of flour to the normal-looking milk.