Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Yogurt Honey Ice Cream, Cranberry Scones, Cream Puffs, French Peach Toast, Peanut Muffins, Marbled Cheese Cake, Almond Donatus, Strawberry Crisp Bars, White Chocolate Panna Cotta, Praline Brownies, Macarons , Opera Cake, Boston Pie, Vanilla Mocha Mousse, Prestige Cake…

A table full of desserts may be a bit exaggerated if it is someone else, but it is normal if the people sitting at the table are M and Qing Huan.

"These are for you, these are mine..." Qing Huan began to divide her "sphere of influence".

M propped her chin and said casually: "I prefer your Strawberry Crisp Bar and Opera Chow."

"Oh, then I'll change it with you..." Qing Huan's expression was extremely serious: "How about changing peanut muffins and butter pudding?"

M nodded, agreeing: "OK."

After dividing, Qing Huan began to enjoy the food, "This panna cotta is really delicious..."

M's slender fingers held a silver fork, and he turned his head to look at Qing Huan's face full of satisfaction, his eyebrows were bent, and the corners of his lips twitched: "Your one seems to be delicious..."

"This is in exchange for you." Qing Huan looked down at the pudding: "You like this, but there is only one serving..." A little embarrassed.

"It's okay." M stretched out his hand, held Qing Huan's hand holding the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of pudding, brought it to his mouth, lowered his head and swallowed it in one gulp, and licked his lips. The color of charm: "Hmm...it's really delicious..."

Qing Huan stared blankly at his lips, then at the spoon - there was still her own saliva on it, he felt like...

"Cough cough cough...cough cough cough..." At this moment, a thin figure slowly walked down the stairs.

Qing Huan turned her head and stood up immediately when she saw someone coming, "Chen Ziran, you're down...the takeaway desserts are here, there are a lot of them, do you want to eat them together?"

Chen Ziran smiled at him, with some warmth on his pale face: "No, you can eat."

Although he said he would not eat, Chen Ziran came over and sat down on the chair on the other side of Qing Huan. As soon as he sat down, the butler brought a bowl of food and put it in front of Chen Ziran——

"Chen showed up, today's medicine."

"En." Chen Ziran nodded lightly, then picked up the bowl of medicine and drank it in one gulp without hesitation.

Qing Huan watched him finish drinking the bowl of black stuff, and could smell the strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine just by sitting next to him, he frowned—it would be impossible for him to drink it, and Chen Ziran didn't even frown In one go, I drank the whole bowl.

Watching the housekeeper leave with an empty bowl, Qing Huan handed a delicate and small macaron to Chen Ziran: "Eat this quickly, to suppress the smell of medicine."

Chen Ziran took it and ate it obediently—even though he didn't like these sweet and greasy scenes.

Qing Huan looked at him and said, "Chen Ziran, you've had a cold...it's been a long time...I see you've taken a lot of medicine, but it's useless..."

Chen Ziran suppressed the uncomfortable feeling in his throat, and replied: "My cold... is more serious..."

"If it's really serious...do you want to go to the hospital?"

Chen Ziran replied: "I've seen it. The doctor prescribed me medicine. If I keep taking it... I'll be fine."

"Really?" Qing Huan was not stupid, she always felt that Chen Ziran's illness was not that simple.

"The human body can get sick and die..." M stroked his chin and said, "It's so pitiful."

Chen Ziran frowned, but before he could open his mouth, Qing Huan turned around and retorted: "M, don't talk like that. Chen Ziran is a human being, and I am also a human being."

"You are different." M said.

"Why am I different?" Qing Huan curled her lips: "I am worse than Chen Ziran, my soul is incomplete, and I can't even protect my body."

"Not to mention anything else, as long as I'm here," M said, "I will protect you."

"I don't need...your protection..." Qing Huan made a face at him, then stood up: "I'll go to the kitchen to make milk tea."

"Qing Huan, ahem, let others do it." Chen Ziran said.

"No, I'll go by myself, I want to soak myself." Qing Huan happily went to the kitchen.

Only M and Chen Ziran were left at the dining table—in fact, the atmosphere should be awkward, but; one of them has his own spiritual world, and the other has nothing to do with other people's affairs, so they can completely pretend that the other party does not exist.

"Are you going to keep this matter a secret?" M's words were obviously addressed to Chen Ziran.

Chen Ziran glanced at him: "I have my own plans."

"The current Mr. Bai is very simple." The ice cream on M's plate has been churned into liquid: "If it makes him sad, it will be a troublesome thing."

Chen Ziran remained silent.

And in the kitchen at this time——

"Mr. Bai, let me do it." The housekeeper wanted to help.

"No need, you go out, I'm fine here alone." Qing Huan poured the milk in without raising her head.

"……OK."

In the big kitchen, Qing Huan was the only one left.

Qing was happy and at ease, but when he was observing the water temperature, he suddenly heard the sound of "click" from the window, as if someone was knocking - he turned his head and saw outside the window, The figure standing there.

Qing Huan opened her mouth wide and was stunned for a few seconds before putting down the tools in her hand, walking to the window, and opening the window: "Are... are you me?"

The person standing outside was dressed in a snow-white gown, with black hair like ink, and had the same facial features as him.

He nodded, then beckoned Qing Huan to go out.

Qing Huan hesitated for a moment before going out from the window - two figures who were just dressed differently and were almost copied stood together under the hidden window sill.

"You... are you here to find me?"

He nodded: "I followed your breath."

"I... No, we are also looking for you," Qing Huan said, "We all want to merge our souls so that we can be resurrected."

He nodded again: "I also came to find you to fit together."

"That's great!" Qing Huan took his hand: "Come in with me, Chen Ziran and M will be very happy to see you!"

But he stopped Qing Huan and said in a very calm tone: "No, I'm just here to fit with you. As for the others, I don't care."

"Ah?" Qing Huan was stunned: "You mean... do you want to fit together now? Don't let Chen Ziran and M know? But I want them to..."

He asked back: "Do you care about them?"

"I..." Qing Huan paused before nodding: "Yes, Chen Ziran is very good to me. As for M, although he looks strange, he is also a good person."

"Let's do this." He said, "You make preparations first, and I'll come to you again at this time tomorrow night."

"Oh……"

"But you can't tell anyone about seeing me."

"Why?" Qing Huan was very surprised.

"This is a secret." He made a shush gesture: "It's only our own secret."

Hearing the secret, Qing Huan nodded immediately: "Okay, okay, I won't tell others, neither M nor Chen Ziran."

The corners of his lips hooked, he nodded, and then he disappeared.

Qing Huan looked at the direction where he disappeared, and thought: Although I knew that there were other souls, seeing it with my own eyes is another matter.

But why can't Chen Ziran and M be told about this matter?

Although there are many doubts, since it is a secret, Qing Huan will keep it a secret.

Think about it—tomorrow we can fit together——

When Qing Huan went out with the milk tea that had been brewed, she saw that most of the desserts in front of M had already been settled, while Chen Ziran was flipping through a magazine with her head down. The dividing line is average - but it does not interfere with each other.

"My milk tea is ready." Qing Huan smiled and said, "You both have to drink it."

"I'm looking forward to Mr. Bai's milk tea." M said with a smile.

Chen Ziran closed the magazine and looked at Qing Huan: "Okay, I'll have a drink."

Qing Huan poured them both a glass, and M drank it first, raising her eyebrows: "It seems a little burnt."

"Really?" Qing Huan rubbed her nose: "It's overcooked..."

Chen Ziran took a sip before saying, "I think it's okay."

M glanced at him and snorted coldly.