Do it yourself

"Is it too late to start learning English with Shaolin Guo now?" Hu Hanyu asked. "I learned English in Japan, you know."

"You have to start tonight!" Zheng Cheng said, "Don't embarrass the people of Shanghai."

"Okay." Hanyu smiled and pecked him.

"Wait, stop joking, are you really willing to go with me?" Not getting a definite answer, Zheng Cheng asked again.

Hu Hanyu put his hand into the short hair on the back of his head and rubbed it vigorously twice: "I am willing to go abroad with free food and accommodation. Anyone who doesn't go is an idiot."

Zheng Cheng rushed over and kissed him.

The thought of returning to Cornell to study had been on Zheng Cheng's mind for some time. It could even be said that it was his first thought after returning to normal sleep.

But it was not until Zheng Cheng experienced the cancellation of his account that he truly figured out what he wanted, and more importantly, how to get it.

"I'll have a good talk with them on my mom's birthday."

Zheng Cheng pulled the elastic car back until it could no longer be moved, then he let go and let it spin rapidly on the track, and then it made a second turn using inertia.

Hu Hanyu took the car and put it into Mohawk's small box of collected cars.

"Are you sure?" Hanyu asked him.

Holding his knees while pushing the second car out, Zheng Cheng shook his head.

"Negotiations require bargaining chips. I have nothing now, so I can only draw a pie in the sky," he said.

Hu Hanyu put all the cars into the box, then crawled over to Zheng Cheng to collect the tracks.

"They're your parents," he said. "Isn't that enough?"

Is that enough? Zheng Cheng rested his chin on his knees, thinking about this question seriously.

It can’t be explained in a few words, but they are the Zheng family.

"This is for you." A small hand handed over a flower made of snowflakes.

"Oh, thank you." Zheng Cheng accepted Mohawk's gift a little flattered.

Mohawk's hair wasn't combed straight up today, so Ajuan parted it on the side and he smoothed it down like an adult.

"Hey, where's mine?" Hanyu stretched out his hand to him.

"You didn't teach me my lesson just now." said Mohawk.

"I helped you organize the car." Hu Hanyu pointed to the box in the corner.

"Well...ok, wait." Mohawk left coolly.

Although nothing was said, the cancellation of Guan Er Gongzi's account still had an impact on the passenger flow of Jiangkou Old Street.

Business was good around the National Day, and Tianyi and Ajuan rushed to attract customers, so Mohawk could only be temporarily entrusted to their care.

"Were you often left alone when you were a child?" Looking at Mohawk concentrating on picking snowflakes, Zheng Cheng imagined him as little Hu Hanyu.

"Yes, I always stay at Tianyi's house." Hu Hanyu put away the tracks and continued to sit on the floor with Zheng Cheng.

The neighborhood relationships in the alleys were beyond Zheng Cheng's imagination.

The place is small, and everyone in the building knows what each family eats and what time each family gets up. The whole building almost lives like one family.

Without material exchange, relationships between people are maintained only by favors. Therefore, treating everyone as a friend has been Hu Hanyu's way of survival since he was a child.

"When we were little, you helped me pick up my child, and I helped you fix the air conditioner. It was all very easy," Hanyu said. "The distance between people was very close."

Zheng Cheng turned the flower around in his hand, rarely remaining quiet.

"So even though we've moved to a place like this, it's still the same as before." Hanyu smiled and said, "He still has to call me all the way here to help him take care of the kids."

"Here you go." Mohawk handed over a lump and jumped around on the spot.

Hu Hanyu took it and looked around at the brown cone-shaped object. He asked suspiciously, "What the hell is this?"

"Daddy!"

After saying this, Mohawk ran out of the room laughing.

"I knew it." Hanyu smiled and threw the lump back into the box.

"Aren't you going to chase him?" Zheng Cheng asked.

"No, why would I bother with him?" Hanyu sat down instead, raised his hand and hooked it around Zheng Cheng's shoulder, "I'm not you."

"What do you mean? Are you saying I'm stingy?" Zheng Cheng tried to break free, but he held him tighter instead.

"No, I'm not as considerate as you. I won't give him the reaction he wants." Hanyu said, "He just wants me to chase him and beat him up, but I won't."

Only one person's face was reflected in his gentle eyes. The person who was panicked by his kiss the next second.

"Are you crazy?" Zheng Cheng pushed him away.

"Are you scared?" Hanyu smiled and leaned forward. "It's exciting, a secret affair."

Sometimes I don’t know what kind of crappy videos Hu Hanyu usually watches, but he always comes up with ideas that only appear in these short dramas.

But Zheng Cheng is not annoying.

The tense nerves were repeatedly stimulated by the lips and tongue, and the gasps suppressed in the throat forced the senses to be forcibly compressed in a small space.

Indeed, exciting.

A tingling sensation like an electric current ran all the way to his lower back, and Zheng Cheng had to support his body behind him to prevent himself from falling due to exhaustion.

"Miss Fangfang!"

Mohawk called out, and the two of them instantly distanced themselves by two meters. One second, they were still fighting fiercely, and the next second, Hu Hanyu was already holding the snowflake poop in his palm and playing with it.

"Why is she here?" Hu Hanyu stood up and walked out. He looked back at Zheng Cheng, his eyes moving down to his waistband. He smiled and said, "Just hide for now."

"Who is it?" Zheng Cheng pulled the hem of his clothes to cover his lower body.

"My aunt."

There was a commotion outside the door, and the hearty laughter of Auntie teasing Mohawk could be heard.

"Your dad asked me to bring two dishes so you don't have to cook." Auntie seemed to be giving instructions. "Is three dishes enough for two people?"

"There's one more person! There's one more person!"

Mohawk rushed in like a small tank, grabbed Zheng Cheng's hand and pulled him out.

Zheng Cheng had no choice but to jog a few steps and saw the fashionable aunt with curly hair on her head.

"Mom, Dongcai has guests." Auntie shook her flowery clothes. "It's a good thing you didn't listen to your dad and come over in your pajamas."

"This is Zheng Cheng." Hu Hanyu introduced a little uncomfortably.

"He is Hanhan's princess!" Mohawk jumped to hit Hu Hanyu.

"You little old man, keep talking nonsense!" Hu Hanyu grabbed him, held him in his hands and tickled him madly.

Zheng Cheng didn't know how to introduce himself for a moment, so he bowed awkwardly and said, "Hello, Auntie."

"Oh, hello, hello." Aunt Fangfang covered her mouth and laughed. "Zheng Cheng? I heard Lao Hu say that he is the same. He is even more handsome than Hanhan."

It wasn't the first time someone had praised his appearance, but Zheng Cheng felt a little shy for some unknown reason. He could only straighten his hair and smile in response.

"Come to our house for dinner next time." Auntie said as she grabbed Mohawk and tucked his shirt into his pants, then said to Hu Hanyu, "Hanhan, I'm going to go back. If you don't have enough to eat, tell me."

"It should be enough for such a big box of ribs." Mohawk was still busy attacking Hu Hanyu, he answered while returning his hand.

"Boy, eat more. Look how thin you are." Auntie opened the door and turned back to smile at Zheng Cheng. "Don't be polite. There's more after you finish eating."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie. Goodbye, Auntie." Zheng Cheng agreed obediently.

After seeing the aunt off, Zheng Cheng helped take the box into the kitchen. Hu Hanyu also came in and picked out a few plates to serve the food.

"Your aunt is very enthusiastic." Zheng Cheng said.

"Yeah, so enthusiastic. If I had known you were coming, I might have invited you to eat there."

Hanyu took a separate plate for Mohawk, picked out two boneless ribs and put them in, and added a lot of vegetables.

Zheng Cheng also picked up the chopsticks, but couldn't pick up the spareribs, so he had to settle for the next best thing and slowly put the fried shrimp into the bowl.

"Doesn't your father have a servant at home? Why does he ask the aunt to run all the way to deliver the food?" He dropped a shrimp on the table, quickly wiped it off and held it in his palm.

“They like to be hands-on and are used to it.”

Hanyu finally noticed it, tore off a piece of paper for him, and smiled at him, "Didn't you also send me small yellow croaker last time?"

"Is this the same?" Zheng Cheng lowered his head, quickly took it and wiped the table.

"The same, but also different." Hu Hanyu pinched the paper and his hand together, then leaned over and pried his chin to kiss him.

Zheng Cheng didn't let him succeed this time. He grabbed a shrimp and stuffed it into his mouth: "You are addicted to stealing. The child is outside!"

"Great! Hanhan is eating secretly!" Mohawk joined in the fun outside.

"Baby, your meal is ready. Come on, I'll take you to eat." Zheng Cheng took the Mohawk plate and spoon, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "He bullied you just now, I'll teach him a lesson later."

As soon as he returned to the kitchen, he pointed at Hu Hanyu and said, "Did you see that? The kids almost saw us! You better hold on, you idiot!"

"I didn't react, so who is the one who is jealous?" Hu Hanyu muttered softly and turned to serve the rice.

"You!" Zheng Cheng's face flushed red as he walked around to him and lowered his voice, "Forget it!"

Hanyu glanced at the living room, and the corners of his mouth curled up again: "What's the benefit of forgetting?"

In the living room, Mohawk was busy all morning and was very hungry. Zheng Cheng turned on a cartoon for him to watch while eating. This time, he stared at the superhero and gnawed the pork chop like a little wild animal. He should not care about anything else for the time being.

"Want to negotiate with me?" Zheng Cheng poked his chin with his finger. "Tell me about it."

"One condition." Hu Hanyu held his hand and placed it on his waist, "You also call me baby."

It is natural to call a child baby, but Zheng Cheng still can't bring himself to say such a cheesy thing as to call Hu Hanyu.

"Boring." Zheng Cheng put his arms around his waist and pressed closer to him, blocking his mouth with his lips.

Mohawk was fascinated by the sight and had plenty of time.

As Zheng Cheng kissed him, he snatched the rice spoon from Hu Hanyu's hand and threw it on the table. He raised his knee and placed it between Hanyu's legs, deliberately rubbing it upwards.

Hearing his unconcealed groan, Zheng Cheng deepened the kiss again.

When the two separated, their intertwined breaths were still entangled.

"It's even." Zheng Cheng smiled and pulled back his knees. He patted Hu Hanyu's face and put the rice spoon back into his hand. "Serve the rice."

Negotiating terms with the Zheng family? It's not that easy.

Hu Hanyu wiped the corner of his mouth, slowly came back to his senses, realized what had happened, smiled and sighed.

"I really can't beat you."

"If you want to lose so badly, then come to me and I'll definitely make it happen." Zheng Cheng folded his arms proudly as he watched him serve his meal. "After all, I'm understanding, right?"

Not only does he not admit defeat, he also cannot afford to suffer any loss.

Hanyu just smiled, served the meal and walked out. When he passed by Zheng Cheng, he didn't forget to bump into him to vent his anger.

Just spoil her, what else can you do?