After being teased by a half-breed brother

"To be honest, I really haven't visited the supermarket for some years, how about you?"

Liao Zefan stood at the door of the supermarket, in a calm mood.

This old man has already healed his fucking wounds.

Gore looked at him and pulled a bright smile, "I'm different from you, I come here often. Later, I will buy vegetables, and you push the cart."

Liao Zefan really thought that Gore was very powerful, but when he entered the supermarket, he felt that...the painter Gore also bought things with the temperament of an artist, and made picky choices with a certain appreciation of beauty.

When he buys things, he only looks at the appearance, and thinks the appearance is in line with his own aesthetics. No matter what his taste is, whether it is unfamiliar or not, he throws all of them into the cart.

"......"

Although Liao Zefan was not short of money, he couldn't accept such an act of picking things with his eyes open.

So, when Gore threw a soft tomato that might splash red juice into the cart, he couldn't see it, so he reached out to block it and picked out the soft tomato, " It looks too ugly, let it go."

Later, they came to the milk and bread area. He felt that Gore, a foreigner, would order sandwiches, bread, foie gras, etc., and asked with a smile, "Do you want some French bread?"

The most traditional baguette in France is quite good.

Gore shook his head, "I won't eat it, will you?"

Liao Zefan shook his head.

Gore, "Then don't."

"Where's the foie gras? Want some?" Liao Zefan asked again.

Goyle shook his head.

Then came the cheese area. French cheese is famous all over the world, and cheese is indispensable on the French table.

He should have chosen this.

However, Gore didn't even look at it, and turned his head to the hot pot area.

Nani? ? ?

Didn't this buddy grow up in France?

Liao Zefan couldn't help asking, "Did you grow up in France?"

Gore carefully selected the hot pot base in front of him, "Yes."

"Does your father only cook Chinese food for you?"

Liao Zefan was stunned, and then asked, "I heard that cheese is indispensable on the French table. Does your mother not eat it?"

Gore's mother is pure French, she doesn't eat cheese, she shouldn't.

"Can you eat spicy food?"

Gao Er didn't answer him first, and looked at him with a pack of red hot pot ingredients.

Liao Zefan nodded.

Gore said again, "I think that in the future, I will definitely have a home in China, so I changed my taste a long time ago."

China?have a home? !

Thinking about what Lin Luo said just now, he might be trying to show affection...

Liao Zefan's heart skipped a beat, and he let go of the hand holding the cart. After a moment of relief, he immediately followed Gao Er who was picking seafood, and said with a smile, "You can, you will definitely find a Chinese who loves you." Man, I bless you in advance."

As the name suggests, don't get my head around it.

Gore touched the prawn's hand, but didn't take it from the ice. With a pair of blue eyes, there was a strange light in his gaze, "Mr. Liao..."

After thinking about it, there is nothing to say, so be it.

So he lowered his head and continued to pick seafood.

After that, the two of them had no communication, a handsome guy with a good face was carrying anything, and Mr. Liao Zefan who was pushing the cart behind him didn't want to care about anything, and pushed the cart with a lot of thoughts.

Nothing matters anymore.

What Gore said just now is like hanging a heavy stone in his heart. These days, you can talk about anything, but never talk about feelings.

The most disgusting thing about him is his fucking feelings.

He even expected that Vincent's appraisal report on the liquids from the two places would not be cool oil, so that he might break up with this man named Goyle.

Later, when he came to the cash register, Gore stared at a shelf in a daze, hesitating whether to take it or not, this is a problem.

Liao Zefan followed his eyes and looked over... um~~~, this thing...is really...just needed.

It is estimated that the two boxes in the drawer have already been exhausted... gone.

So I decisively took two more boxes from the shelf. Are two boxes enough?He thought about it and added another box.

Too much preparation is harmless, no, it is not, if you use too much, even the excellent kidneys may suffer.

After coming out, Gore asked to go home, but Liao Zefan refused decisively.

He really can't taste the weird rice cooked by someone.

He didn't allow Gao Er to refuse, and drove Gao Er directly to a very high-end Chinese restaurant - to eat hot pot.

Doesn’t the little brother of mixed race not like western food? !Then Chinese food is fine.

And now at this point, people who can't get up can't get up, drink a lot of afternoon tea, and eat less as a meal.

The mixed-race brother looked blankly at the mandarin duck pot in front of him, "Let's eat hot pot when we go back, why did you choose this place?"

Amount~~~

Liao Zefan thought for a while, then said inadvertently, "I'm afraid you will be tired."

The main reason was that he estimated that the taste of the hot pot prepared by Gore was not very normal.

But because of his words, Gore's eyes became a little more scorching. Through the mist rising from the hot pot, Liao Zefan deeply felt the man's scorching gaze, and his heart sank with a hammer.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and added, "To me, you are just a three-day bed partner. I don't want you to affect your performance because of those boring things. It's not good."

"Hurry up and eat!"

Liao Zefan picked up two pieces of beef and wanted to put them in Gore's bowl. After thinking about it, he put them in his own bowl. He just raised his head and said to Gore over there, "It won't taste good when you get old."

The meal was very quiet for the two of them, basically implementing the phrase "eat never speaks" on the Chinese dining table to the fullest. At the same time, this was also Mr. Liao Zefan's meal... a quiet meal, obviously someone, but with Like no one.

He ate quietly by himself, but he didn't forget to look at the person opposite. The person opposite obviously didn't like this normal hot pot. Liao Zefan watched him chew a vegetable leaf for 10 minutes.

At this speed, the grass on the side of the rabbit's nest has been eaten.

I didn't eat as much dark food as I prepared yesterday.

Liao Zefan suspected that he would not be able to taste the normal food. Based on the principle of not wasting food, he cared more, but then he thought about it, there is still tomorrow, so don't cause trouble, forget it, forget it.

Liao Zefan was full, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and asked with a smile on his face Mr. Gore, who was holding chopsticks and chewing the vegetable leaves 10 minutes ago, "I'm done eating, how about you?"

It is estimated that he must have long since wanted to eat.

Sure enough, Gore nodded, "I'm done eating."

"Let's go then!"