His Overlord Omega

Song Yang, who played the game on the first day, took the most difficult pentakill, which Zhang Han taught him to play, so he was naturally very excited.

Song Yang shouted excitedly: "Five kills! Zhang Han, you are so powerful, I really admire you!"

Zhang Han: "..."

How powerful is this?For a glory-level player like Zhang Han, using a small account to abuse food in the bronze game is like using his strong body in the real world to bully five elementary school students.

What is there to be proud of?

The farthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you, but you don't know that I love you.

But it's obviously just the most conventional operation of abusing food, but you regard it as a god-defying show.

Zhang Han thought very shamelessly, in terms of games, he and Song Yang could almost be separated by the height of Song Yang's home.

Zhang Han coughed awkwardly, "Brother, can you let me down?"

"Cough," Song Yang put Zhang Han down silently, and he himself felt that his agitated behavior just now seemed to be quite secondary.

Perhaps the charm of video games lies in this. When playing games, two people can live and die together. They are so close that we can’t distinguish between you and me. When the game is over, what should we do? The relationship is still as clear as ever.

A long, lazy, drowsy afternoon, the two of them just nestled on the sofa and spent playing games together.

With Zhang Han in charge, Song Yang had been promoted from Bronze to Silver within half a day.

Zhang Han put down his cell phone and didn't sleep at noon. He is really sleepy now.

He closed his eyes, leaned back, and leaned carelessly on Song Yang's strong arm.

Song Yang's eyes flickered for a moment.

Zhang Han moved his head, as if he was looking for a more comfortable pillow position. After finding it, Zhang Han yawned comfortably.

Song Yang's heart itch from being rubbed by him.

There are strong muscles on Song Yang's white arms, but it's not easy to see if he doesn't hold his arms tightly.

Therefore, Zhang Han's pillow was not very hard on Song Yang's arm, but felt very comfortable.

Song Yang maintained that posture, even though his arms felt numb, he didn't move.

Within a few minutes, Zhang Han began to snore slightly. After playing for a whole day, Zhang Han leaned on Song Yang's arm and fell asleep peacefully.

Song Yang gently pulled Zhang Han into his broad arms with his arms, and let Zhang Han's head rest on his neck.

The way Zhang Han fell asleep was a little less aggressive and hard-headed than usual, and a little more cute that made people feel itchy.

The setting sun came in through the diamond window glass, and the warm yellow light reflected on the two people cuddling each other, as beautiful as a painting.

Song Yang turned his head sideways, and left a gentle and long kiss on Zhang Han's forehead.

In the bedroom, Zhang Han was covered with a thin silk quilt, curled up into a ball, and snored softly.

After three doors, 100 meters away, Song Yang opened the door on the 108th floor, and outside the door stood a long row of panting, sweating servants.

They all climbed up the 108th floor.

Song Yang brought in baskets of fresh vegetables and meat from their hands, thanked them one by one, and sent them away.

Song Yang intends to cook a richer dinner for Zhang Han. He has been in this world for a few days. Although both of them exist in the form of brain waves, they still feel hungry and eat. demand.

Due to the mentally handicapped setting of the author of Heizi, Zhang Han has not had a satisfying meal in the past few days. Song Yang saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.

These most ordinary meals, of course, don't feel anything to Song Yang, who grew up hard.But Song Yang knew that Zhang Han had been the proud son of heaven since he was a child, and he was used to rich clothes and fine food, so he must not be used to eating rough tea and light food all of a sudden.

As for the servants in Zhang Han's family, due to the setting, their cooking level, being able to cook instant noodles is already beyond the sky.

Therefore, Song Yang simply asked the servants to bring the ingredients, and cooked a table of delicious food for Zhang Han by himself.

When Song Yang was in the real world, besides eating the boxed lunches of the film crew, he even cooked in the house he rented. Practice makes perfect, and he can still cook a few dishes that can be handed out.

He seldom orders takeaway or eats outside. One is unhygienic, but he wants to save a few dollars.

Although, after becoming famous overnight last year, he no longer lacks those few dollars.

But he still wanted to save a little bit, and subconsciously told him that every time he saved a little more money, he could stand one step closer to Zhang Han.

Song Yang arranged the meat and vegetables in a neat row on the crystal floor of the big kitchen, and put all kinds of seasoning bottles and jars on the gilded storage racks in the kitchen.

He bent down and carefully checked the freshness of the vegetables and meat, relying on his life experience gained from dealing with the vegetable market for many years, and whether any unsafe things were added.

After the inspection, the safety level of meat and vegetables can be said to be much higher than that in the real world, so Song Yang felt relieved.

Song Yang sorted and bagged the meat that was not needed tonight, and then put it in the lower shelf of a super large refrigerator with a capacity comparable to that of a medium-sized bus, so that tomorrow, he would not have to bother the servants to "travel thousands of miles" I have to carry these heavy meats to the 108th floor.

Song Yang skillfully wrapped himself in the custom-made Choutesbonwe apron he found in the kitchen, thinking, in this world, Choutesbonwe is omnipotent.

Start the fire, put the pot on, consume oil, put chili, onion and garlic until fragrant, fry vegetables, steam rice, a series of operations Song Yang made with perfect fire.

Three hours later, Song Yang packed the dishes he made on exquisite crystal plates and placed them full on the small table in the restaurant.

As for why not use the big table in the restaurant, Song Yang said that the big table was too big, he and Zhang Han sat at the two ends, and had to shout if they wanted to speak.

Song Yang was thinking of getting up and asking Zhang Han to eat, when he saw the little Zhang Han rubbing his eyes, his nostrils twitching slightly, he was attracted by the smell of rice in a daze.

"Wow..." Zhang Han couldn't help but see his eyes brighten after eating simple food for so many days and seeing the delicious food on the table.

"My God!" Zhang Han twisted Song Yang's strong arm while talking.

"Ah!" Zhang Han exerted a lot of force, and Song Yang frowned in pain.

"What are you doing?" Song Yang felt aggrieved after being physically punished by his wife.

"En." Zhang Han nodded seriously, "So I'm not dreaming."

Song Yang: "..."

Zhang Han sat on a tall golden nanmu chair. Zhang Han was short, with a small body sitting on a big chair. Song Yang looked at it and couldn't help but want to laugh.

Song Yang naturally took Zhang Han's small blue and white porcelain bowl, filled a bowl full of rice, and used another bowl to help Zhang Han fill a bowl of steaming fish soup.

Song Yang put a large piece of braised carp into Zhang Han's bowl. He remembered that when he met Zhang Han for the first time in the mountains 12 years ago, Zhang Han would always pick braised carp for every crew lunch. Since then, Song Yang has silently remembered it in his heart.

Fearing that Zhang Han's throat would be caught by the fishbone, Song Yang had carefully shaved off all the spines of the braised carp with a toothpick.

Zhang Han's stomach has been tormented for so many days, and he was hungry for another afternoon. At this moment, seeing the food is like a kitten seeing a fish. Without saying a word, he put his head down and pulled it into his mouth.

Song Yang watched Zhang Han gobble it up, with a grain of rice on the corner of his mouth, and felt warm in his heart.

It was as if the starlight that he had looked up to for so many years was finally held in his palm gently one day.

"Yeah, um, this braised carp is really delicious." Zhang Han said without raising his head while pushing the rice into his mouth.

"It's delicious, so eat more." Song Yang was praised, and his heart was sweeter than eating honey.

"Well, eat, you can eat too." Zhang Han said.

"Oh..." Song Yang came back to his senses and began to fill his own bowl with rice.

Half an hour later, Zhang Han slumped on the big chair contentedly, rubbing his chubby belly back and forth with his two little hands.

"Hey, this meal is simply the best meal I've ever had."

Song Yang smiled, but did not speak.

As long as it is delicious, I will make it for you every day in the future.Song Yang was thinking this while cleaning up the dishes.

Although Zhang Han's body has shrunk now, his combat effectiveness when he eats is really not weak at all.

After frying a table full of dishes, Song Yang was still worried that it would be wasted if he couldn't finish it. It turned out that his worries seemed to be superfluous.

Because, under Zhang Han's fighting power like wind and clouds, there was not even scum left on the crystal plate.

"Slightly—" Zhang Han stretched his waist and let out a long, full belch unscrupulously.

Song Yang was so amused by him that he wanted to laugh, and then he let go of his previously suspended heart.

What kind of world has a person like Zhang Han never seen?What kind of delicacies have you never eaten?Song Yang was always worried that Zhang Han would dislike the two home-cooked dishes he was good at, but now it seems that Zhang Han still likes to eat them.

Zhang Han got up and went to the kitchen, saying that he would help Song Yang wash the dishes together.

Song Yang didn't refuse, and assigned the blue and white porcelain bowl he was washing to Zhang Han.

Zhang Han brushed the bowl, but in the end, the bowl was so greasy that he couldn't catch it in his hand, and with a bang, the whole bowl shattered into countless pieces of blue and white porcelain.

Zhang Han looked at the mess on the ground and remained silent. He had never done housework before, and he didn't expect that he couldn't even do such a simple thing as washing dishes.

Song Yang frowned, took Zhang Han's hand, and carefully checked whether Zhang Han was injured.

Fortunately, Zhang Han's hands were clean and undamaged.

Song Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, okay, how can our young master do this kind of work, this matter, just leave it to the younger one." Song Yang deliberately made a low profile, comforting Zhang Han with the way servants used to speak in ancient times.

"Pfft..." Zhang Han couldn't hold back, and was amused by him.

Song Yang gestured to push Zhang Han out of the kitchen with his unstained arm.

He didn't want Zhang Han to do housework.

Zhang Han is like a star in the sky in his heart, and should not be blinded by the mortal world.

Zhang Han's hands were supposed to be on camera, not to get wet.

Zhang Han was "bombed" out of the kitchen by Song Yang, so he "walked a hundred steps after dinner" and went for a walk to the open-air garden on the 108th floor to get some fresh air. After all, he hadn't gone out all day.

Yes, the distance of hundreds of meters from the kitchen to the bedroom can indeed be called a walk.

Zhang Han leaned on the railing of the garden, looking down at the lights of thousands of houses in the city, feeling suddenly empty in his heart, he touched his pocket, and lit a cigarette for himself.

The high altitude on the 108th floor was very windy, so Zhang Han held the lighter in his palm and lit it several times before lighting it up.

Looking at the gorgeous starry sky, he couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of his mother.

How many years has it been since I have eaten a home-cooked meal made with such care?

Too many to count, and he hasn't had a chance to eat them since his mother passed away.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Yang walked over from behind holding his head.

Zhang Han smoked silently and did not answer.

"Don't smoke, it's bad for your health." Song Yang walked to Zhang Han's right side, only to see the cigarette in Zhang Han's hand, and blurted out the words without going through his brain.

"En." Zhang Han responded in a low voice, and extinguished the cigarette in his hand.

If my mother is still there, I don't want to see myself smoking.

"Song Yang?" Zhang Han said with his face shrouded in shadow.

"Well, what's the matter?" Song Yang turned his head away, showing a big smile.

"Thank you" After a long time, Zhang Han said such a sentence, the voice was not loud, but it seemed a little helpless.

"Hey, what's the matter, we should help each other." Song Yang gently smoothed Zhang Han's hair with his big hands.

Zhang Han didn't hide.

In the open-air garden, the wind was a bit strong, Song Yang put his coat on Zhang Han.

The two were silent, as if they had their own concerns, and neither spoke.

After a long time, Song Yang broke the silence. He was a little worried that Zhang Han's body would be overwhelmed, "Go back, it's very windy here."

"Um"

……

Zhang Han turned off the light and lay on the big bed in the bedroom, tossing and turning, unable to sleep for a long time.

In a daze, he thought of his mother again, and remembered many things that happened when he was young...