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It was May, and it coincided with the school celebration of Qi'an Middle School. The vacation lasted for nearly a week. Mr. Lu and Cheng Shuyun came home on time, and they brought a little boy with them. His grandmother and Cheng Shuyun had a good relationship, and they called Lu Mingxiao brother. .

In the evening, the four of them sat together for dinner. Cheng Shuyun hadn't seen his grandson for a long time, and after asking for a long time, he formally introduced: "This child is called He Can. He is the same age as you and a few months younger than you. He is your younger brother."

He Can is thin and fair-looking, and he took the initiative to say: "I often hear my grandmother mention Brother Ming Xiao, which means that Brother Xiao is very powerful. He is only 13 years old and can help Uncle Lu with the company's affairs. Let me come here this time. Study hard with you."

Lu Mingxiao ignored him, didn't even give him a straight look, and cut a piece of steak expressionlessly.

He Can was a little embarrassed, and looked at Cheng Yun who had always spoiled his grandson aggrievedly, and it hadn't changed for so many years. He patted He Can's hand helplessly, and said to Lu Mingxiao, "My brother is talking to you."

Lu Mingxiao said, "I heard it."

"I heard you why are you ignoring my brother?"

"Because I don't want to talk about it." Lu Mingxiao put down the knife and fork, got up and went upstairs. He hated banquets the most, and also hated exaggerated scenes. He could handle company affairs at the age of 13. He still studied all day long, so he went out to replace his father. OK?

He Can looked at his back at a loss, and asked with red eyes: "Grandma Cheng, did I make Brother Ming Xiao angry?"

"Oh, Cancan don't cry." Cheng Shuyun quickly took out a handkerchief to help him wipe away his tears: "Your brother has a bad temper, please be more considerate."

"Ye Hanzheng!"

He Can hadn't finished wiping away his tears when he heard Lu Mingxiao shout from the stairs. Ye Hanzheng was standing with the housekeeper, waiting to pack the tableware, and hurriedly replied: "Yes, young master."

"What are you still doing? Go upstairs."

"Okay." Before Ye Hanzheng left, he glanced at the uneaten steak that had been divided into two pieces, and followed.

He Can asked Cheng Shuyun suspiciously: "Who is he?"

Cheng Shuyun said: "A child who grew up from grandma's parents." Ye Hanzheng was indeed not a playmate. As he grew up, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was Lu Mingxiao's servant. When he reaches adulthood, whether to go or stay after adulthood depends entirely on Lu Mingxiao and himself.

After He Can had dinner, he sat in the living room watching TV. Cheng Shuyun felt a little sorry, and sat with him for a while, but he was too old to stay up late, so he asked He Can to watch it by himself. If he was sleepy, he could go to the guest room on the third floor to rest. .

He Can seemed to have a good tutor, said goodnight to Cheng Shuyun, and continued to watch the entertainment program, when Ye Hanzheng came down, He Can looked back at him, and said, "How are you."

Ye Hanzheng said politely: "Hello."

"Can you warm a glass of milk for me?" He took Ye Hanzheng as a servant for granted, and said again: "Thank you."

"Okay, wait a moment." Ye Hanzheng came down to cook porridge for Lu Mingxiao, his young master turned his head and left just now, and now his stomach was growling with hunger.

He Can sat on the sofa and finished drinking the hot milk, and found that Ye Hanzheng was still in the kitchen, so he walked over to chat with him.

"Can you still cook?"

Ye Hanzheng smiled at him: "I don't really know it yet, I just started learning it recently."

"That's amazing." Seeing some shredded pork and ham in the porridge, He Can asked, "Is it porridge with preserved egg and lean meat?"

"Ah."

"What about the preserved eggs?"

Ye Hanzheng said: "Master doesn't like to eat preserved eggs."

"Oh." He Can said in surprise, "Brother Ming Xiao is picky?"

"Also, I can't say it's a picky eater...... I just don't like it."

"Haha" He Can said, "Isn't that a picky eater?" He asked again, "Grandma Cheng said you grew up in Lu's family? Have you been here for many years?"

"Five years."

"Then do you know brother Ming Xiao very well?" He Can asked curiously: "I think brother Ming Xiao is difficult to get in touch with, can you tell me what he likes?"

Ye Hanzheng felt that He Can had no malice, so he said without hesitation: "Master likes to play football."

"Do you exercise?" He Can asked, "Apart from exercise? What do you like to eat?"

Ye Hanzheng said: "I don't like to eat green vegetables, I only like lean meat, I don't like sweets very much, but I can barely eat a little bit, I like to eat sour things, I can drink the kind of lemon juice with high concentration, I like glutinous porridge, I like Milk tea doesn’t like milk, but in order to grow taller, I drink it on time in the past few years, but I have grown a bit too tall in the past few years, so I don’t drink it.”

"Haha, brother Ming Xiao is so cute, what color does he like?"

Ye Hanzheng said: "I like black and white."

He Can asked, "Why?"

Ye Hanzheng secretly smiled: "Because it is the color of football."

He Can said, "Where is Brother Ming Xiao's birthday?"

Ye Hanzheng said, "March 27th."

"That's several months older than me, I'm in December, how about you?"

Ye Hanzheng said: "I am also in December."

"Haha, so we are the same." He Can said, "Can you tell me something about brother Mingxiao? For example, what kind of person does he like? I'm afraid that when I see him tomorrow, I will say the wrong thing and cause trouble." He's not happy."

This is a bit difficult for Ye Hanzheng. Lu Mingxiao doesn't seem to like anyone, and he has the same attitude towards everyone. If you don't see him often and don't get to know him seriously, you may think that he is fierce and not easy to mess with. people.

......

Well, even though we have been in contact for a long time, it is still not easy to mess with.

The rice grains in the casserole were boiled, and Ye Hanzheng kept stirring them with a wooden shovel. The milky white rice soup was full of fragrance. He Can smelled it for a long time but didn't wait for Ye Hanzheng's answer. He probably didn't know.

So he said, "Can I have some porridge?"

Ye Hanzheng said: "Okay, I'll help you get the bowl." He cooked some extra today, mainly because he was afraid that Lu Mingxiao would be too hungry without dinner, but it shouldn't be a problem to share some with He Can.

He Can said thank you, and was about to reach out to pick it up, but it was empty.

"Ming, brother Ming Xiao?"

Lu Mingxiao came here at some point, with the bowl he had snatched in his hand, without saying a word, he dragged Ye Hanzheng away.

Walking halfway, he handed the bowl to Ye Hanzheng, and returned to the kitchen with a sullen face. He Can thought he realized that he was impolite and wanted to apologize, so he smiled generously. Hot gloves, take the casserole away.