After being teased by a half-breed brother

This sleep was really comfortable. When Liao Zefan opened his eyes, it was already dark and his boyfriend was not there. There was only a clean and neatly folded nightgown on the bedside. He picked it up and smelled it. Smell, there is a faint mint fragrance on it, which is what Gore passed through.

The fragrance that rushes into the nose is not only refreshing, but also refreshing.

The clothes were on her body, as if the handsome guy named Gore was tightly attached to her body, just like in the daytime, two people...a bronze body, a white glowing body...the two embraced each other.

Bumping in the cloudy mountain rain, facing Gao Er, he seemed to feel his young self, although he is not old now, the sheets are rolled... I really want to do it again!

He walked down the stairs and looked at Gore in front of him. The small flame in his heart was suddenly poured down by a basin of cold water from the sky, and he died completely.

Well, what is this doing!!!

Nani? ? ?Go crazy! ! !

Gore was wearing a black sportswear wrapped in an apron, cooking in his kitchen, which was basically a decoration? !

He was so focused on cutting the shredded potatoes that he didn't even notice that there was a person at the dining table.

Liao Zefan rubbed his face, poured himself a glass of whiskey, took a sip, calmed down, and then asked, "Didn't I have someone deliver the food?"

When he came back at noon, he knew that Gore must have not eaten, so he specially asked the driver to buy something to eat. He wanted to have a good talk with Mr. Gore at the dinner table, but ended up on the bed talk.

Indeed, this "talk" on the bed took a lot of energy, touching my eight-pack abs, it was really empty inside.

"I think it's not as delicious as what I made. So I asked him to take it away."

While talking, Gore slowly raised his eyelids and looked at him, with shredded potatoes still in his hand.

Liao Zefan was dumbfounded, and thought, "Amazing, you can cut this!"

But the corners of his eyes inadvertently revealed a heavy heart, which hit him in the heart, and he was taken aback for a moment.

Can't stand it, he really can't stand it.

"..."

Liao Zefan took a sip of whiskey, avoided the kitchen, glanced at a small suitcase at the door, and asked, "Have you returned to your house?"

Gore put down the knife in his hand, put his hands on his hips, and looked at him seriously, "I always think that a person has no home, and that is just my residence."

There was still light in Gore's eyes, shining brightly in Liao Zefan's eyes.

It's a pity that Liao Zefan automatically blocked his eyes, then turned his head and took a sip of whiskey, and replied flatly, "Oh!"

It has nothing to do with him if he doesn't have a home! ! !

"My father was a cook of Chinese food. At that time, my family was poor, and my mother was always in poor health. I was young, and the whole family relied on my father's income as a cook."

Gore lifted the lid of the pot and stirred the plain cabbage tofu soup inside, "In my heart, he is a great father..."

Every father is great.

What Liao Zefan can do now is to listen to Gore's continuation, "My father's expectation of me was very simple. He hoped that I could inherit his mantle and be a chef, but I..."

Gore sighed, lit the gas stove, put oil and shredded potatoes, and continued, "But I'm not interested in cooking at all. I like painting."

Liao Zefan took a sip of whiskey slowly, nodded sincerely, "Your father is really great."

Painting is a very expensive profession. If the family has no foundation, it is better to have a hobby as a side job.

"It's been hard work for you to persevere all the way." Liao Zefan sighed.

Gore nodded, "For a while, I was painting as a waiter in a restaurant. Thinking about those days, really..."

At this time, Gore's eyes focused on Liao Zefan again, and his blue eyes were covered with a layer of water vapor, "I really want to give up, my job is not satisfactory, my boyfriend broke up with me, my mother passed away, looking at my father Coughing and still working, I'm sad..."

"It's all over now, isn't it?!"

This is a sad subject, and it's time to pass.

Liao Zefan changed the subject, "Where's your father? He must be very proud of you now!"

"I bought him an apartment in Paris, where he now runs a Chinese dumpling restaurant. When I go back, I will occasionally help make dumplings."

Gore's hot dishes were fried and freshly baked, and placed in front of Liao Zefan, he continued, "I have a photo album in my suitcase, let's take a look together."

"Ok!"

Liao Zefan looked back at the extremely simple fried potato shreds on the table, and sincerely admired, "The knife is good!"

Goyle blinked, "Thank you!"

He turned around and went to the stove to fry another dish.

Liao Zefan's stomach is empty now, and the plate of shredded potatoes in front of him is very tempting. He looked at the one who was still busy in the kitchen, picked up the chopsticks, took a bite, and put it in his mouth—I'll go!

Liao Zefan almost couldn't help spitting it out. Looking over there, thinking about it, he took out a tissue, spit it out secretly, and threw it into the trash can.

He was very curious, how did Gore stir-fry this simple, golden (normal) potato shreds into three flavors: bitter, spicy, and salty~~

After passing through the mouth without mixing the three flavors, the taste... I'd better take a sip of whiskey and rinse my mouth.

Now, the ancestral secret steamed fish is out of the pan.A plate of sea bass that looked like...beautiful was brought up.

"..."

Liao Zefan looked back at the plate of shredded potatoes with three flavors of life, and suddenly felt that this plate of perch...may have nothing to do with it.

While that person was serving the dishes again, he picked another small piece of fish... um~~ He was particularly curious about how Gore did it, and how he made this plate of steamed sea bass unpalatable Fishy, ​​mouth full of his disgusting ginger.

For the first time, he felt that the word hunger and hunger was wrong.

"Your father, how is the business of the restaurant?" Liao Zefan asked casually while twitching the corners of his mouth.

He estimated in his heart that the business was booming enough.

Gore replied, "It's not very good, it's just that he doesn't want to be idle, so let's find something to do."

Now, the last dish was served by Gore with a smile.

Liao Zefan already knew everything. This dish probably...was not to his liking, but when he saw the orange squares on the plate, he still couldn't help asking, "What is this dish called?" ?”

Gore put the soup on the table, raised his eyelids, and stared at him affectionately, "This is my own creation, scrambled eggs with pineapple!"

I!! !go! ! !

Simply! ! !

No, maybe I have little knowledge and have no contact with it.

The muscles of Liao Zefan's cheeks twitched uncontrollably, "...this is it, as long as you are happy."

Anyway, he doesn't eat, not even a bite!

Now in such a big room, in order to pay attention to the mood, Gore only turned on a lamp bead with faint light green light, picked up the remote control, and turned on the stereo over there, and the wonderful, soothing notes wafted to the heart inside.

In this situation, at the end of the dining table, there is a handsome white-skinned guy who is seductive and handsome. Liao Zefan automatically blocks the taste of the three dishes and one soup on the table, thinking that they are the best match.

He touched Gore's hand, "Where's the wine?"

Gore shook his head, "You drank too much, forget it."

As he spoke, he took away the whiskey on the table and brought a jug of boiled water.

"..."

Picking up the chopsticks, Liao Zefan's heart skipped a beat just now when he was in a relaxed and comfortable state, so he put down the chopsticks again, picked up the spoon, took a spoonful, and tasted it first, um, the taste is not bad.

So I filled a bowl, sprinkled it on the white rice, and ate the soup soaked in rice.

Gore may be used to his own cooking and didn't think much of it. Looking at Liao Zefan's series of operations, he didn't understand, and asked in confusion, "Don't you like the other meals I cook?"

Liao Zefan, "...I love rice with cabbage soup."

Others, he dare not eat.