The Continuation of Only You

While gnawing on a sweet, crisp and refreshing apple, he leaned against the kitchen door frame, his eyes were bright, and his eyes were firmly locked on the busy people by the stove.

Xu Yihan heard the crisp gnawing sound, turned his eyes and glanced at Yan Ziheng, "There are still many books in the study, if you are bored, go find one yourself."

"I'm not bored, I'm just here to watch you cook."

How could he be interested in reading now? He couldn't take his eyes off the figure who was cooking for himself, so how could he be bored.

With a slight movement in his mind, Xu Yihan turned his head and looked at him deeply again, and stopped talking.

Yan Ziheng was standing by the door, watching Xu Yihan bustle about in an orderly manner, the sound of washing vegetables, rattling chopping boards, and frying oil, the whole room was filled with harmonious fireworks.

The scene in front of me is so indescribably wonderful and I feel very comfortable. I am affected by the emotions that have lingered in my heart for a long time, and I am reluctant to move around. I am afraid that my actions will break this harmonious and beautiful picture. Staring at the figure a few steps away in front of him, he coveted the broad and gentle shoulders and the powerful and strong muscle lines wrapped in the shirt, the exquisite and elegant facial features, and the tall and perfect tall figure.

Even though he has been confident in his outstanding appearance for many years, but now standing in front of this person, he can't help but feel that there is an unattainable gap with him, and it is inevitable to feel ashamed.

His mind was floating, and he couldn't bear the longing and nostalgia that had arisen full of emotion. There was a voice in his heart that sounded faintly, as if he was telling how many years of emotional support and spiritual comfort he had been seeking in this world. All have been found, only among this one person.

No wonder, no wonder the first sight of the accidental encounter not long ago, just in the blink of an eye, he touched his heartstrings that had been silent for a long time, inexplicably felt palpitations, and opened the gate of sinking for him. Not collectible.

I don't know what happened, and I don't know whether the fate will end.

However, when the long-cherished fate was planted, it may have been untraceable for a long time.After all, people who are connected by fate cannot escape the fetters of fate.

How many years, how many years his heart has wandered alone in this complicated world, he once thought that loneliness was the only emotion deeply rooted in fate, but he never thought that it would dissipate in an instant because of the appearance of this person in front of him Without a trace, the coldness that had been raging in the blood was melted away by the warmth he gave, and the warmth began to shuttle through the body, filling every living cell in his body.

This protruding emotional support was too unfamiliar and complicated for him, and he couldn't find the reason or source.It is an emotion that can be easily confused, and the yearning attachment always arouses waves of wonderful and helpless throbbing in his heart, which is hard to hold back.

He didn't dare to touch the only possibility, he didn't dare to force a result, he forced to bypass it, and he didn't dare to study the beginning and end of this mind reversal too much.

In the end, he comforted himself that these inexplicable and irresistible strong attachments and desires were just his father-like emotional longing for him, and only because of the search and compensation that had been lost.

Faintly aware of the strangeness of the figure leaning against the door frame, Xu Yihan turned his head and glanced at Yan Ziheng, but unexpectedly saw him staring at his eyes obsessively. Containing wandering melancholy, he was absent-minded in some indescribable thoughts.

Looking away, Xu Yihan was shocked by his intuition. The emotions he felt were both joy and worry, just like when he first realized that he was uncertain about him. Although he had struggled hard to suppress, there was no way The uncontrollable affection in my mind.

Time, only time can give the best answer in my heart, and recognize my true wish.

The fragrance of pork rib soup is mixed with the unique fresh fragrance of other foods for a long time, and the fragrance fills the room. The food must be boiled and cooked with water and fire to achieve the final perfect taste.

Everything cannot escape the experience of a process.

Being busy always makes time go fast, and before you know it, it is almost noon.

Yan Ziheng's sense of smell was finally distracted by the smell of food, and when he came back to his senses, he opened his eyes, stepped forward to Xu Yihan's side, and looked into the steaming pot with his neck.

"Is it braised chicken feet? It smells so good!"

"Are you hungry?"

"Well, I'm hungry," the long eyelashes fluttered, and he nodded embarrassingly, "I ate breakfast early today. If it wasn't for the apple just now, I would have been hungry a long time ago." A pair of talking eyes flashed eagerly Light, "Can I taste it? The scent is making my mouth water."

With a grunt in his throat, he couldn't help but lick his mouth, expressing his desire for delicious food without any pretentiousness.

"Take out the bowls and chopsticks and set them up, and we'll eat right away," Xu Yihan was amused by his gluttonous appearance, and as he ordered, he took out the cooked braised chicken feet from the pot and put them on a plate.

Sure enough, all the dishes were served in a short while.

Yan Ziheng stared at the well-presented four dishes and one soup on the table in front of him, and swallowed.

Yam pork rib soup, steamed fish with XO sauce, braised chicken feet, stir-fried beans, lettuce with oil consumption, just looking at it, I feel that every dish in front of me is very suitable for his taste and his heart.

"Aren't you hungry? What are you doing in a daze? You can feel full just by looking at it?"

When Xu Yihan came out of the kitchen, he saw him sitting at the table in a daze, staring at the dishes on the table.

Yan Ziheng looked at the person across the table adoringly: "Why do you do so much?"

"I have a Chinese stomach. The aunt who took care of me since I was a child is also from City C. She is very good at cooking, so occasionally I learn from her when I am interested. Can you see if it can meet your expectations?"

"You don't even have to taste it, you know it will work, and the color looks really good." The beans have just been put into the mouth, and the chopsticks in the hand have picked up another piece of fish, "Mmm, um, it's really delicious, comparable to Aunt Huo .” While speaking, he proved the delicacy of the dishes with practical actions.

The taste is good enough, plus he cooks it himself, Yan Ziheng must be very satisfied and happy, he can hardly remember how long he has not had such a greed for food, it is worthy of being the master of smell, taste and soul. perfect fit.

"If I can eat this kind of food every day, I guess it won't be long before I grow into a fat man."

After drinking the last mouthful of pork rib soup, Yan Ziheng was finally willing to put down the bowl and chopsticks, lazily pulled out a tissue, slumped in the chair leisurely, and wiped his mouth with satisfaction.

Xu Yihan had stopped moving his chopsticks for a long time, and just sat quietly across from him, looking at his gluttonous appearance of eating and refusing to stop. In fact, he was very pleased that he loved the food he cooked for him so much, and he was not let down in the end.

"Want to be fat?" Xu Yihan was aroused by his casual words.

"what……"

Yan Ziheng didn't react, he was taken aback for a moment, and then thought about it carefully, Fatty?Does he really want to?If he can often eat the meals he cooks for him, he should be very willing to eat fat for it.But would he be willing to cook for him often?Can he be so nice to him?Willing to be Yan Ziheng's exclusive chef?

It seems like this is just a daydream.Unrealistic daydreams.

Whether he wants to or not is not his sincerity. The answer has nothing to do with whether he will become a fat man or not. What matters is that he is becoming more and more greedy for all the attention he can give him.

Seeing him staring at him with open mouth in astonishment, Xu Yihan got up and cleared the dining table, picked up the plate and walked to the kitchen, "If I have time, maybe I can make you a meal every weekend."

"what……"

There was another long cry of inconceivable exclamation, Yan Ziheng thought he was on the errand, hurriedly got up and picked up two dinner plates and went to the kitchen to follow, looking at Xu Yihan in disbelief, with unbelievable surprise.

"However, I have a condition. It depends on your work performance for a week to decide whether I will cook this meal for you. If it is qualified, it will be a reward for you."

Continuing to be surprised, he didn't expect that he could really become his exclusive chef, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and ecstatic couldn't more truly describe his mood at the moment.Moreover, the request he made was too simple. He has always asked himself like this, just to become a good self in his eyes. Now he is more motivated to improve his work ability.

"It's a deal, you can't break your promise." Yan Ziheng responded with a confident response.

"Don't break your promise." Xu Yihan gave him a deep look, "Go and put away the dishes outside."

After taking two steps, he turned back and said, "I will definitely work hard, and then I will be rewarded by you every week."

My heart is full of joy, and every weekend in the future will no longer be boring, and that will be the day he looks forward to the most.

Xu Yihan put the cups, plates, bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher one by one, and Yan Ziheng clapped his hands to help them tidy up together. The wonderful time of the morning came to a successful end after this satisfying meal.

Yan Ziheng was no longer restrained, and completely let go of himself, and threw himself into the sofa after the meal, lazily and comfortably.

The angle of his reclining is just enough to sneak a glimpse of the figure outside the balcony who is reading a book quietly from time to time, how pleasing to the eye, peaceful and happy.

It turns out that daydreaming also has a different taste and is more intriguing.

Yan Ziheng lay comfortably, with endless aftertaste, immersed in his little happiness, very comfortable.

Gradually, consciousness began to become blurred, and at some point Yan Ziheng fell into a shallow sleep, a satisfied smile remained on his lips while breathing evenly.

The tranquility of a room, the peace of mind of each.