Chapter 167 Peach Nest
The wooden table was wiped very clean. Because the weather had turned cool, Grandma Wen had found a clean checkered cloth a while ago and laid it on the table to use as a tablecloth.
There were five dishes and a soup on the table. Cong Chun never ate so many dishes at once during the Chinese New Year.
Cong Chun buried his face in the bowl, looked up at the people around him, and saw that everyone at the table was looking at him.
He didn't understand what was happening, so he could only stand up and, like a host, serve soup to everyone.
The rich chicken soup has a sweet and delicious flavor. It's made with free-range chicken raised at home. Although there isn't a lot of meat, it's very tender.
The peaches on the table were specially bought by Cong Chun because they were not in season and were quite expensive.
Grandma loves peaches. In the past, when Grandpa made Grandma angry, he would specially go to town to buy her salted peaches. They were greenish-red, pickled in sugar water, small and cute, and sweet and sour, especially delicious.
There weren't many in the bag, and Cong Chun got three or four. He said he didn't like them, but actually he wanted his grandma to eat more.
These large and sweet Jinxiang yellow peaches are not available in town. Cong Chun specially bought them and brought them back. The young master originally thought it would be more convenient to buy them online and have them shipped back.
But then he thought again, not wanting to spoil Cong Chun's fun. When thinking of his family, he could be a little impulsive. Besides, how heavy could a few peaches be? If he couldn't lift them, all the muscles he had were for nothing.
Washed peaches were placed on the wooden table, and Cong Chun counted one for each person in the family and each guest who had arrived.
He stuffed the peach into his grandmother's hand.
"Grandma, these are the peaches I brought back."
"You should try it."
Cong Chun was very thoughtful; he even wiped the water stains off the peaches with a clean cloth.
Friends had visited his home before, including Chen Weisheng, but Cong Chun had few friends, and this was the first time a friend had come all the way to visit him.
The place where the group slept at night was a large bamboo bed placed in the middle of the main room, just big enough for two adult boys, and then another person and Cong Chun slept in the room together.
Grandma Wen knew that Cong Chun would be back in a few days, so she took advantage of the rare sunny weather to move the quilts outside to air them until they were soft and fluffy.
The young masters sat together in the main room. Since Cong Chun was no longer there, Duan Mingxiao didn't bother to speak.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun brought the washed peaches into the main room, ready to share them.
Following the seating order, Cong Chun first gave the table to Ji Ruhui, then to Duan Mingxiao, and finally to Luo Qing.
Duan Mingxiao stared at Cong Chun's face.
[You idiot, why wasn't I the first one for him? I'm his boyfriend!]
Immediately afterwards, the young master frowned and glanced at the peach in his hand.
"Why is it the smallest? I want the biggest!"
Luo Qing, who was standing to the side, received the peach and sweetly thanked Cong Chun.
Actually, he wasn't used to it at all along the way. Luo Qing had never been to such a backward place before. If it weren't for Cong Chun, he would never have set foot in this place.
The young master felt even worse upon hearing this.
[Dead green tea.]
【What do you think, young master? Willingly degrading yourself to be a mistress!】
Cong Chun bit into the peach in his hand, making a small cut, and Ji Ruhui, who was standing next to him, kept praising how delicious it was.
Cong Chun smiled happily upon hearing this, but the next second, a large, well-defined hand snatched the peach from his hand.
The young master shamelessly took a bite of Cong Chun's peach, even choosing the spot where Cong Chun had already bitten.
I won't allow you to smile so sweetly at others.
Duan Mingxiao handed the peach he had been holding to Cong Chun, explaining casually that he had a big appetite and wanted to eat the biggest peach.
Cong Chun didn't mind; he felt that as long as there were peaches to eat, that was enough.
All peaches are the same.
And he's my boyfriend, so I have to pamper him.
Luo Qing's face darkened; Duan Zhuangwang was truly shameless.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao silently watched Cong Chun while biting into a peach. The boy ate quietly, unlike Ji Ruhui sitting next to him, who ate like a pig, completely oblivious to everything else.
Immediately afterwards, the young master's fingertip touched the peach-shaped hollow, as if he realized something.
Cong Chun raised his head as if by telepathy, and saw Duan Mingxiao staring at him with a half-smile in his dark, narrow eyes.
Cong Chun also heard Duan Mingxiao's thoughts.
The young master was lost in thought.
Bao Chun's buttocks are as perky as peaches.
Sweet and juicy, delicious.
Cong Chun hadn't even swallowed the peach in his mouth when he felt like vomiting. "Young Master is such a pervert!"
A moment later, Cong Chun swallowed the peach in his mouth with difficulty. He decided not to let the young master sleep with him that night.
After finishing the peaches, Cong Chun volunteered to wash the dishes. He handed his phone to his grandmother and played a Huangmei opera.
Grandma loves watching Huangmei Opera. The only time the town hires an opera troupe is during the Chinese New Year. Now that we have electronic devices and the internet is so developed, we can find any movie or drama we want to watch on online platforms.
Cong Chun's favorite form of entertainment was watching movies.
In the kitchen, Cong Chun boiled some warm water, and carried an iron basin containing bowls and chopsticks for eating, as well as a dried loofah for washing dishes.
Cong Chun was used to doing this kind of work. His grandmother cooked better than him, and he liked eating his grandmother's cooking, so Cong Chun took the initiative to take on the task of washing dishes.
Cong Chun squatted down, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to wash the dishes when, in the next second, the young master appeared behind him without him noticing.
Duan Mingxiao didn't seem happy. He kicked at a small pebble next to him, hesitating as if he had something to say to Cong Chun.
After a moment, Duan Mingxiao pursed his lips, met Cong Chun's bright, droopy dog-like eyes, and spoke.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Also, I hate Luo Qing, so I'll try to have less contact with him in the future."
Cong Chun was unaware that Luo Qing liked him, and at that moment he was just trying to comfort Duan Mingxiao in front of him.
"Lolo and I are just friends."
"Just like you and Ji Ruhui."
Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow slightly and took a breath.
"Forget it, as long as this idiot likes me, that's enough."
"Hmph, I can't possibly stop you from making friends, can I?"
The young master nodded slightly, his tone relaxed and at ease, his dark, narrow eyes fixed on Cong Chun's face, looking like he wanted to punch someone.
He has always had a bad temper; his emotions are always very stable, and he consistently loses his temper.
Duan Mingxiao knew that Cong Chun liked gentle people, so he started to pretend to be gentle.
But it's all an act, and the young master started to get impatient after putting on an act for too long.
He was frustrated. He could control his achievements, career, and money, which he could easily obtain, but he couldn't control Cong Chun's feelings.
He knew that Cong Chun was kind to everyone, but he only wanted Cong Chun to be kind to him.
So much so that holding hands at the high-speed rail station made Duan Mingxiao happy for the entire journey.
The young master's love is obvious, so obvious it's practically overflowing.
Some people say that he has had a bad temper since he was a child, never thinking about others and only doing his own thing.
Only Cong Chun felt that he was kind and gentle, and had countless admirable qualities.
He never uses his power to oppress innocent people. He has earned his success through his own hard work and integrity in the competition. On the contrary, some people attribute all of Duan Mingxiao's achievements to his illustrious family background.
Can you say they hate rich people? Actually, that's not the case. Some people attribute the success of ordinary people to climbing the social ladder or just being lucky.
Cong Chun had been questioned in this way before, but these doubts were nothing more than a light drizzle in his life, which would disappear without a trace once the wind blew.
They couldn't see Cong Chun revising the design drafts again and again, striving to do his best, leaving him with no extra leisure time.
Duan Mingxiao squatted down, his broad shoulders and narrow waist showing. The young master took the initiative to help Cong Chun wash the dishes, his hands moving constantly, his mind also on it.
Why can't I be the only one by your side?
But so many people like you.
I worry that one day you won't like me anymore, but how could anyone not like me?
[There's no way Bao Chun wouldn't like me.]
Cong Chun frowned, grabbed Duan Mingxiao's wrist, and said slowly and deliberately, his tone relatively serious.
"I only love you."
Duan Mingxiao's ambiguous gaze fell on Cong Chun.
"What will you do if I treat other people this well in the future?"
Cong Chun blinked, paused for a moment, and then calmly and composedly uttered a sentence.
"Then I'm ignoring you."
Duan Mingxiao's hands were covered in dish soap foam, so the young master had no choice but to go up to the boy and rub his nose against Cong Chun's neck.
"Don't ignore me."
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