There was a faint aroma coming from the kitchen in the morning. The chef was preparing breakfast skillfully. It would be time for breakfast soon.
When the chef was frying eggs, he suddenly felt a chill from the back of his neck. He shuddered and felt as if something was staring at him.
Although it seemed unlikely that someone would come to the kitchen at this time, the weird feeling lingered. He turned around tentatively and suddenly met a pair of eyes. The chef jumped in fright and almost threw the spatula away.
After calming down, they realized that it was their little master who had just been brought back yesterday.
Why are you standing here silently?
Wan Qiu stood in the kitchen. It was so small in comparison that the chef realized for the first time that the kitchen was actually so big.
The chef wiped the sweat off his face, calmed his frightened heart, and tried to smile kindly: "Are you hungry, Third Young Master? Breakfast will be ready soon. You can go to the restaurant and wait for a while."
The chef faced Wan Qiu. After hearing his words, Wan Qiu did not leave the kitchen but walked to his side.
"What's wrong, Third Young Master?" The chef looked at the young man beside him in confusion.
"Third Young Master?" Wan Qiu obviously didn't realize that 'Third Young Master' was calling him.
The chef was silent for a moment, thinking of Wan Qiu's intellectual problems, and immediately changed his address: "Wan Qiu, you can go to the restaurant and wait for a while, breakfast will be ready soon."
After hearing this, Wan Qiu obediently returned to his original position.
The chef was cooking, but he was cooking uncomfortably.
Wan Qiu, who had just been found and is currently the center of the Chu family, has been staring at him.
That look made the chef feel uneasy, and his hands became slow to move.
Finally, the chef looked at Wan Qiu helplessly, but with this look, Wan Qiu came back to the chef as if he had received some order.
The chef was shocked. What...what on earth was he going to do?
"Are you hungry? How about I prepare something for you to eat first?" The chef felt a little uneasy when he was being looked at like this. Did he offend Wan Qiu accidentally? Or did he make something that Wan Qiu didn't like?
However, Wan Qiu lowered his head and shook his head.
The chef kept complaining, refusing to eat, and yet refusing to leave. What was he just doing staring at him?
The chef noticed Yang Ze appearing at the door out of the corner of his eye and immediately looked at him for help.
But Yang just shook his head, indicating that he should continue talking to Wan Qiu.
The chef was miserable.
"What can I do for you?" Wan Qiu spoke up, probably because he noticed that the chef had not moved for a long time.
The chef was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized something as he watched.
He thought Wan Qiu wanted to make a request but didn't know how to communicate so he kept staring at him. However, he didn't expect that it was a well-behaved and considerate child who was hesitating about how to help him with the work.
"No, it's okay, you don't have to do anything, I can do it, you just wait for dinner." The chef was flattered.
However, Wan Qiu still did not leave, but just took two steps back and stood not far away.
Quiet, well-behaved, and ready to be told at any time.
The chef raised his eyebrows, and Wan Qiu immediately lowered his head and didn't look at the chef.
The chef's expression froze. Did he scare someone?
When the chef was in agony, Yang Ze finally came from the kitchen door to behind Wan Qiu and put a hand on Wan Qiu's shoulder: "Good morning, third brother."
Wan Qiu raised his head, looked up at Yang Ze with confused eyes, and said, "Good morning, second brother."
Yang Ze's hand on Wan Qiu's shoulder hung in the air, not daring to use force. He even felt that the weight of his arm could crush the thin boy.
"Why are you standing here?" Yang Ze didn't dare to speak too loudly, but the sounds of various kitchen utensils in the kitchen forced him to speak loudly. He was secretly worried that his expression might be too serious, and that a loud voice would scare Wan Qiu.
But Wan Qiu didn't seem to care. He just replied, "Waiting for help with cooking."
"Wan Qiu, cooking is my job. You just need to wait for dinner. I really don't need your help." The chef laughed and immediately stated his position.
Wan Qiu blinked and looked carefully into the chef's eyes.
If he doesn't help and doesn't pay, then why can he eat the food prepared by the chef?
Ning Qiaozhen would cook occasionally, and Wan Qiu would eat the food she cooked, but if Ning Qiaozhen cooked and he was not around to help, Ning Qiaozhen would definitely be angry.
You have to do something to be entitled to eat.
He could do without help, but he couldn't leave here.
Yang was very hesitant.
When he faced Wan Qiu, he never understood what Wan Qiu was thinking, and could not guess why Wan Qiu had to stay here.
I want to persuade him, but I don't know what to say, and I'm in a dilemma.
When Chu Yigui came back from morning exercise, he first went to the restaurant and found three people who were in a stalemate in the kitchen.
"What's wrong?" Chu Yigui wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, lowered his eyes, and glanced at Yang Ze's hand on Wan Qiu's shoulder. Wan Qiu was also looking back at him.
"Young Master, this is what's going on. Wan Qiu said he would help me cook, but I don't need his help." The chef was sweating anxiously. It was a good thing to have the desire to help, but it was a bit difficult to ask for help all the time.
He was paid a high salary, but he still asked his hosts to help him with cooking, which was against the rules.
What's more, Wan Qiu's body doesn't look like it can be of help. What can those thin arms do?
He didn't use enough force to knead the dough, and he was afraid of cutting himself when cutting vegetables. And when washing vegetables at this height, water would easily splash.
In the eyes of the chef, Wan Qiu is an out-and-out young master who would never do such things.
Chu Yigui understood the current situation.
Chu Yigui fixed his eyes on Wan Qiu: "Brother, you don't need to help, you don't have to do anything, you can eat."
Wan Qiu's eyes slowly widened.
The chef's eyes widened. What did that mean? Was he saying that Wan Qiu felt that he couldn't eat unless he did something?
Yang moved his mouth, as if he was also shocked by the reason, but he couldn't say anything.
"Brother." Chu Yigui reached out and pulled Wan Qiu's sleeve. The slight arc of the sleeve being pulled made Yang Ze unconsciously loosen his hand on Wan Qiu's shoulder. "This is the clothes you wore yesterday. You can change into other clothes. In your room, all the clothes are yours and you can wear them."
Yang Ze's fingers trembled unconsciously, and he realized that Wan Qiu's clothes were still the same as yesterday.
"Brother, take me to change into a new set of clothes." However, when Yang Ze's complicated eyes were always on Chu Yigui, Chu Yigui continued, "Brother must have prepared a lot of clothes. It would be a pity if we don't wear them."
Yang Ze opened his mouth and understood that this was Chu Yigui's opportunity to give him and Wan Qiu a chance to get along.
Yang Ze looked down at Wan Qiu again and asked, "Wan Qiu, are you going with your second brother?"
Wan Qiu was looking at him, and Yang swallowed unconsciously. He became nervous when Wan Qiu was looking at him.
But fortunately, Wan Qiu nodded and followed Yang Ze.
Seeing Yang Ze taking Wan Qiu away, the chef, who had been stared at with a chill down his spine, breathed a sigh of relief: "It's hard for me to keep staring at you like this."
"It's okay, it probably won't happen again after this time." Chu Yigui knew very well that Wan Qiu would not make the same mistake again after being stopped.
The chef continued to cook with peace of mind, and unconsciously looked up at Chu Yigui who was standing in the kitchen and did not leave immediately.
My cheeks were still slightly flushed from exercise, but now it has completely faded and even looks a little pale.
He used a sports towel to slightly cover his mouth and nose, so his facial expression couldn't be seen, but his eyes were looking down at the ground.
He turned around and left quietly.
These observations made the chef feel that Chu Yigui was like someone who had been in the crowd before but was suddenly left behind. Both his emotions and this person seemed too empty and natural.
There was a slight anxiety deep in Yang Ze's heart. He could not understand Wan Qiu's intentions like Chu Yigui and did not know how to get along with Wan Qiu.
Yang Ze clearly wanted to have a closer relationship with Wan Qiu by working them out effectively, but it was like he was holding a fragile crystal and he didn't even have the courage to polish it a little.
Taking Wan Qiu to the dressing room in the bedroom, Yang Ze looked at the clothes and hesitated: "This is specially prepared for you by my second brother, don't you like it?"
Do you only like the clothes your mother gave you?
But from what Chu Yigui said, it seems that he is not unwilling to wear it, but... he dares not?
Wan Qiu looked at the rows of clothes that filled the entire fitting room, but confusion appeared in his eyes, as if asking, "Are these mine?"
Yang Ze understood this confused signal.
Chu Yigui's judgment was correct. Just based on the fact that Wan Qiu was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, he could guess the logic behind Wan Qiu's behavior.
Yang Ze had always known that Chu Yigui was excellent, but he had never expected that his excellence could extend to so many aspects.
"All of these are for you, Wan Qiu. They are for you." Following Chu Yigui's slow speech, Yang Ze sat on the bench in the fitting room and said to Wan Qiu who was looking at him, "I don't know what you like, so I prepared some extra. Wear them first. If you find something you like later, you can buy more."
Wan Qiu looked at Yang Ze.
The beautiful eyes reflected Yang Ze's figure, but also reflected Yang Ze's faint resistance as he turned his head away to avoid Wan Qiu's gaze.
"Let Second Brother pick out clothes for you?" Yang Ze stood up and found his preferred style from a whole row of brand new clothes in the closet without asking Wan Qiu's opinion.
A set of matching clothes fell on Wan Qiu's body, blocking the pair of eyes that had been observing him. Wan Qiu heard Yang Ze's voice: "Can you put it on by yourself? Do you want me to help you?"
Wan Qiu pulled the clothes off his head. The clothes smelled good and felt good when placed on his face, but Wan Qiu handled them very carefully, as if he was afraid of tearing them.
The beautiful, comfortable, and expensive clothes that Wan Qiu knew were held in his hands like fragile white paper.
But the next second Yang Ze took the clothes from Wan Qiu's hand and said, "Raise your hands."
After hearing what Yang Ze said, Wan Qiu subconsciously raised his hands, and Yang Ze directly took off Wan Qiu's clothes.
Wan Qiu realized belatedly that these were his clothes, prepared for him by his second brother.
So many, so many quantities...
Now one of the clothes is about to be put on by him.
It’s a waste to give him so many clothes. If such good clothes get dirty, will my second brother be unhappy?
Are these all the clothes he will have from now on? Even so, it is still a lot, and he must cherish them and wear them well.
When Yang Ze was dressing Wan Qiu, he felt as if he was fiddling with a lifeless toy. He could make the toy do any posture he wanted, but he would never get a response from the toy.
He helped Wan Qiu put on his shirt, stood behind him facing the mirror and helped him tidy up his clothes. Seeing that Wan Qiu still had his hand raised, he pressed his hand down with one hand.
However, this made Yang Ze a little stunned.
With one hand, he easily grasped both of Wan Qiu's wrists.
Wan Qiu is so thin that he doesn’t look like a boy.
Yang Ze suddenly realized that Wan Qiu was so easy to control, and he didn't even have the most basic power to resist when faced with any strong behavior.
Just like now, he can do whatever he wants with it.
Even with Wan Qiu's intelligence, he probably doesn't even understand what resistance means.
Thinking of the scars all over Wan Qiu's body, Yang Ze's expression became a little gloomy.
From now on...can I protect Wan Qiu?
Yang Ze's thinking was confused, with many strange ideas filling his mind, but he accidentally saw the mirror in front of them.
Two figures, one big and one small, overlap in the mirror, like a small green pine tree living at the foot of a huge mountain, tender, straight, and lush green, but so fragile that it would break at a single bend.
Wan Qiu was looking at him.
But even through the mirror, Yang Ze couldn't look directly into Wan Qiu's eyes.
His senses and thoughts about Wan Qiu were more complicated than he had imagined.
"Thank you, second brother." A sudden clear voice shattered the black ice that was gradually spreading in Yang Ze's heart.
Yang Ze suddenly woke up from his thoughts and looked directly into Wan Qiu's eyes who were looking at him in the mirror. His eyes were bright, full of vitality and color, and incompatible with the filth.
Wan Qiu, who made him feel like a doll, actually had a lively soul.
Yang Ze responded and distanced himself from Wan Qiu.
The person who started to have wild thoughts after not getting a response should not be Wan Qiu, but him. Yang Ze was also helpless with himself.
"Baby, why haven't you come down for so long?!" Yang Xiaoyu's voice came from outside, and he couldn't wait to come up to look for someone. Yang Xiaoyu suddenly opened the door of the fitting room.
Yang Xiaoyu saw Wan Qiu’s clothes and raised his eyebrows.
The clothes Yang Ze chose were very simple and plain black and white wide-leg pants and a loose short-sleeved shirt. Wan Qiu was thin by nature, and looked very cute in the loose clothes.
But it was indeed too loose. Although Yang Ze bought the clothes according to Wan Qiu's height, he didn't know the exact size.
Wan Qiu was too thin to hold up his clothes, which were baggy and looked like their pants were about to fall off.
"Aze, although you and I have the same last name, your aesthetic is so different from mine." Yang Xiaoyu did not hide his contempt for Yang Ze's aesthetic at all. "Wan Qiu is very beautiful and thin. She will be more adorable if she dresses in a neutral style."
When Yang Ze saw Yang Xiaoyu, he immediately calmed down: "It's true that mom is better at dressing up."
Yang Xiaoyu pushed Yang Ze out and said, "Okay, go have breakfast and get back to work. I have to accompany Wan Qiu today, so I have the final say on how Wan Qiu dresses. You can't see it anyway."
Yang Ze was pushed out of the fitting room and the door closed behind him. He stood at the door, grabbing his short hair, feeling irritated and annoyed.
Wan Qiu came back, but it seemed that he still had no contact with him.
Yang Ze felt reluctant to be separated from Wan Qiu.
But he could do nothing about it.
Yang Ze was eating breakfast. Because of Wan Qiu's matter, time was tight in the morning and he needed to go to work at his father's company as soon as possible.
The breakfast of Chu Jianshu, Yang Ze and Chu Yigui was silent without Yang Xiaoyu who was often on business trips and the quiet brother who was just found back.
Yang looked at Chu Yigui intentionally or unintentionally. Chu Yigui was the youngest brother who was much older than him but the same age as Wan Qiu.
The scene in the kitchen where just a few words could make Wan Qiu understand and obey repeatedly appeared in Yang Ze's mind.
When Wan Qiu returned to the restaurant, he did not change out of the clothes that Yang Ze had chosen.
But the style was changed by Yang Xiaoyu.
Yang Xiaoyu tied the loose short-sleeved shirt around his waist with a thin black belt, and his black wide-leg trousers were rolled up irregularly and fastened with a small clip, revealing his delicate calves, which were tucked into white socks and black leather shoes.
Probably because it was summer vacation, Wan Qiu’s hair had not been trimmed and had grown a little long, so Yang Xiaoyu tied it into a small ponytail.
Very cute.
Yang laughed, thinking that their mothers who were at the forefront of fashion always knew how to dress better than they did.
only……
Yang Ze looked at Wan Qiu, and Wan Qiu looked up at Yang Xiaoyu.
Wan Qiu didn't seem to be aware of how well he was dressed. He paid far less attention to himself than to others.
"Have you almost finished your breakfast?" Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu's hand, as if to chase him away. "Then hurry up and leave. I'll take my baby to have breakfast slowly."
Chu Jianshu burst out laughing, feeling helpless about his wife's blatant act of driving him away.
Standing in the entrance hall, Wan Qiu looked at what he thought was the unit door but now turned out to be the door of his home.
Chu Jianshu was wearing a casual suit, which was straight and straight, and he stood tall. Beside him stood Yang Ze, and the same was true for his younger brother.
Chu Jianshu and Yang Ze are very similar. Their temperament, posture and appearance all reveal similarities to each other.
Father and son, these two words emerged in Wan Qiu's mind.
When my father and my second brother stand together, they are very similar.
Does the ugly self in the mirror look anything like my father and brother?
"Third brother... Wanqiu." As if to get closer, Yang called Wanqiu's name, "If there is anything you want, come back to your second brother after get off work tonight and bring it to you."
Wan Qiu looked at Yang Ze, and the other party allowed him to make a request.
But for such a request without any instructions, Wan Qiu could only think about it on his own.
Yang Ze saw that Wan Qiu was silent and was about to say something to hint Wan Qiu. Maybe Wan Qiu wanted toys, snacks, new clothes, and he could satisfy any request.
Time passed by minute by minute, but it seemed that there was no response from Wan Qiu.
But Yang Ze suddenly heard Wan Qiu's voice: "Pull the cart, summer homework."
What is a pull cart?
"Do you want a truck-type toy?" Yang Ze frowned in thought, and summer homework... Does Wan Qiu like doing homework?
"No." However, Yang Xiaoyu suddenly interrupted Yang Ze's thoughts, "What do you want those things for?"
Yang Xiaoyu got so angry just thinking about that little cart.
The summer homework was still in that disgusting rental house, and there was no time to ask anyone to finish it. Yang Xiaoyu was so disgusted by all the things in the rental house that she was unwilling to bring back even a single thing for Wan Qiu.
Yang Xiaoyu's tone was not really good. If he was not facing the child who had just returned home, being too emotional would affect Wan Qiu's mood. I'm afraid Yang Xiaoyu would not only have a bad tone now.
Yang Ze subconsciously paid attention to Wan Qiu, but saw Wan Qiu looked up at Yang Xiaoyu, and finally lowered his head without saying anything. He was not angry, nor was he unwilling.
Yang Ze half bent down and said to Wan Qiu: "Wan Qiu, if you don't know what you want, can I decide what to buy for you?"
Yang Ze got Wan Qiu's consent, and after standing up, he had already begun to think about what kind of gift to give Wan Qiu.
Chu Jianshu stood in front of Wan Qiu, smoothed out the slight wrinkles on his clothes, and then asked, "Wan Qiu, Dad and brother are going out to work, do you have anything to say?"
Wan Qiu was very confused. What should he say?
"You can say something like be careful on the road, good luck at work, goodbye dad and brother, I love you," Chu Jianshu reminded.
Wan Qiu said obediently: "Be careful on the road, work hard, goodbye dad and brother, I love you."
Wan Qiu spoke slowly, but every word was clear, and it was rare to remember such a long sentence.
Chu Jianshu smiled and reached out to rub Wan Qiu's hair. His fingers unconsciously passed over the little hair tied at the back of Wan Qiu's head. The hair was obviously a little prickly, but it felt very soft when he actually touched it.
"Just say one of them." Chu Jianshu said, "Wan Qiu also wants to have fun at home with his mother."
After Chu Jianshu and Yang Ze left, Chu Yigui said, "Mom, the tutor should be here soon. I'll go review today's lessons first."
"Do you want to play together today?" Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu's hand. "There's no need to study every day during the summer vacation, right?"
Chu Yigui refused: "I haven't studied during this period of time. I have stood up the teacher for many days. Mom also wants to be alone with my brother. I'd better go study first."
Yang Xiaoyu was somewhat helpless: "Okay."
Seeing that Chu Yigui had already gone upstairs, Yang Xiaoyu lowered his head to look at Wan Qiu, but Wan Qiu's eyes were fixed on Chu Yigui's back.
"What's wrong? Are you lonely now that your brother is gone?" Yang Xiaoyu teased.
Wan Qiu looked at Yang Xiaoyu's hand, which was tightly holding his and not letting go, and asked, "Am I not going to study?"
Wan Qiu spends his time either cleaning the house or studying.
Ning Qiaozhen also likes him to study.
"What are you going to learn?" Yang Xiaoyu refused directly.
She remembered the content of Wan Qiu's summer homework. He didn't get many questions right in the entire homework book. It was more of a waste of time than learning.
They will hire a special education teacher for Wanqiu to provide one-on-one teaching guidance to Wanqiu.
Now, it is better to play efficiently than to study without any progress.
Thinking of this, Yang Xiaoyu felt suffocated. She even suspected that Wan Xiaohua and Ning Qiaozhen had never taught Wan Qiu what it meant to play.
During the time when Yang Xiaoyu and Wan Qiu got to know each other, she did not see Wan Qiu doing anything related to "playing".
Shouldn't the first thing a child learns without a teacher be playing? !
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