June yellow stewed eggs
"Let's go to my house." Zheng Cheng said, "It's too cramped in the car."
"Okay." Hu Hanyu stepped on the accelerator.
"I've always been unsure whether I really like you." Zheng Cheng said to himself, "I even asked Dr. Yin this question today."
"So I said, you are a little stupid sometimes." Hu Hanyu laughed again.
"I'm not sure what to do when you like someone. I just know you've done a lot for me." Zheng Cheng pinched his fingers. "I want to do something for you, but this is the only crappy thing I can do."
"I only know that you are not allowed to do anything," Hu Hanyu drove into Jiangnan Yayuan, "and you are not allowed to say forget it, it is very hurtful."
"Did it hurt you?"
"It hurts more than the elbow on the yacht." Pain was hidden in his casual tone.
The G-Class parked in the Zheng family's parking space in the basement and the security guard let it go.
"Sure, I even save on parking fees." Hu Hanyu locked the car. "The security guard didn't even ask how long I'd parked."
"What's there to ask? We're staying overnight anyway." Zheng Cheng pressed the elevator button.
"Stay overnight?" Hanyu paused.
"Well, do you have anything to do tonight?" Zheng Cheng asked.
"It's okay. Oh, is it because you can't sleep at night that you want me to accompany you?" Hu Hanyu turned around.
"Yes, is it because I'm hospitable?" Zheng Cheng said, "I'm not as hospitable as Zhou Min. I don't often invite people over."
Sometimes Zheng Cheng's mind just couldn't work. It wasn't until they were seated in the living room and the servants brought coffee that it finally worked.
"Mr. Cheng, do you want to prepare the guest room?" asked the servant.
"The guest room..." Zheng Cheng suddenly realized that the person who invited him back to stay overnight was not an ordinary friend, "Well, let's get ready."
Watching Zheng Cheng suddenly change from slumped on the sofa to sitting upright, Hu Hanyu secretly laughed for a long time.
"What are you laughing at? Your mind is working so fast at this moment." Zheng Cheng pushed him.
After he pushed him, Hu Hanyu came closer and took the opportunity when the servant turned around to peck him lightly on the cheek.
"Huh?" Zheng Cheng was caught off guard and jumped subconsciously.
"How can you be so cute?" Hu Hanyu said softly, touching the place he had just kissed.
Zheng Cheng has been hearing words like "cute" since he was a child, and now the comment section is full of words like "baby" and "cute".
But he had never felt this way before. After hearing this lovely sentence, his heart felt warm and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously with happiness.
"Let's cool down first," Zheng Cheng straightened his hair and took a sip of coffee, "then I'll show you around the room."
The duplex on the top floor of the building is decorated in a very modern style. The minimalist style furniture is mostly streamlined with marble and metal splicing. It is spotlessly clean and can reflect people's shadows.
"I don't like wooden furniture. I'm really tired of seeing it in the Zheng Mansion." Zheng Cheng said, "And that old wooden smell of furniture, Yue."
"Did you design all this yourself?" Hanyu asked.
"There is a designer, but I made a lot of requests. Besides filming videos, I don't have much to do anyway. For example, there must be no sharp corners in the house. I bump into them easily." Zheng Cheng touched the marble round table. "Let's go upstairs. The bedrooms are upstairs."
The escalators are also streamlined, and Zheng Cheng also installed a small elevator.
"Sometimes I'm just too lazy to take those few steps," he added softly, "and when an attack occurs, my legs are stiff and it's easy to fall down the stairs."
Hu Hanyu put his arm around his shoulder and patted him.
The master bedroom has a great view and you can see the entire old villa area in Wutong District, including Zheng Mansion.
It’s hard to imagine what it’s like to grow up in a place like that. Hu Hanyu squinted his eyes and carefully identified it for a long time.
"Is it really that beautiful?" Zheng Cheng leaned close to him, and seeing how focused he was on looking out the window, he felt a little impatient and pressed the remote control to close the gauze curtain.
"I've never seen Xinhui Road from this angle." Hu Hanyu reluctantly followed the screen window and looked at the red roofs.
Suddenly, Zheng Cheng twisted his face.
"Have you ever seen me from this angle?" he asked.
Hu Hanyu was stunned.
"Didn't you say you wanted to kiss me? You've been waiting for so long." Zheng Cheng grabbed his collar and pulled it, "If you don't come, I'll do it first."
He saw that Hu Hanyu's facial expression changed for a moment, revealing the sharpness hidden behind the smile.
The next second, Zheng Cheng felt himself floating in the air, his back touching the soft mattress, and the ceiling that had just come into his sight was covered by those drooping eyes burning with gentle fire.
"Who taught you to talk like that?" Hu Hanyu supported his hands on the side of his head, and his breath sprayed between his lips.
"Did I say something wrong?" Zheng Cheng was bewildered. "If you hadn't said you wanted to kiss me, I wouldn't have brought you here..."
The mouth is blocked.
Unlike the last collision, this time, Zheng Cheng's lips were carefully wrapped.
The extremely soft touch is comparable to Italian panna cotta, but it is not cold, but hot, just the right amount of hot.
This is - stewed eggs.
Zheng Cheng, you are such a greedy boy.
"It's not wrong." Hu Hanyu let go of him and spoke almost in a whisper, "Yes, it's absolutely right."
My breathing quickened along with my heartbeat, but it wasn't the bad feeling I felt before a panic attack.
His body tensed, but it wasn't stiffness from fear. This tightness spread all the way to his lower abdomen, a feeling Zheng Cheng rarely experienced, a heat brought on by blood flow.
He hooked his arms around Hu Hanyu's neck, pulled him down and kissed him again.
How could this guy's lips be so tender? It made people want to hold them in their mouths. Zheng Cheng was a little angry when he broke free.
"That's enough." Hanyu's voice was a little hoarse, "Kiss again."
"You mean you can't get up? It's okay to take a nap..." Zheng Cheng realized what he said, "Okay."
Already got up.
"You really..." Hu Hanyu laughed so hard that he fainted. He turned over and lay down next to him. "What's going on? Your reaction is so fast and so slow."
The soft touch on his lips still lingered. Zheng Cheng wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, turned around and nudged Hanyu with his elbow: "Did you practice secretly?"
Hu Hanyu looked at the ceiling and calmly uttered two words: "No."
"Stop lying. You acted like a fool last time." Zheng Cheng curled his lips.
"It was too sudden last time, and I didn't perform well." Hanyu turned his head and looked at him, "I didn't perform well this time either."
"Nonsense." Zheng Cheng cursed with a smile.
"Where did you learn that?" Hanyu asked, touching his mouth with his hand, "Why is there a sucking part?"
"I haven't learned it before. I'm a genius." Zheng Cheng came over and wanted to try again.
The doorbell rang.
The two of them quickly got up, and Hu Hanyu even smoothed out the wrinkles on the bed.
I heard the servant answer the door, and I wondered who the delivery was from.
"You scared me. I thought Sisi came." She was the only one who would come uninvited. Zheng Cheng pointed to the cloakroom and said, "I'll change into my pajamas. You go wait for me downstairs."
Leaning against the door, Zheng Cheng finally caught his breath and cooled down. He slowly changed his clothes, and the events that had just happened replayed in his mind like slow motion.
He thought kissing was just about two lips, but he didn't expect it affected the whole body.
Just for a moment, Hu Hanyu seemed to want to eat him.
Very handsome.
I really want to watch it again.
I also want to eat stewed eggs.
My brain is broken.
Hu Hanyu was neither in the living room nor in the bathroom. Zheng Cheng found him in the kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" Zheng Cheng walked around his house looking for him and was tired.
"Zhou Min sent this, June Yellow." Hanyu pointed at the waving claws of Yishuidou. "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Hairy crabs usually begin to mature around the Mid-Autumn Festival. In the sixth month of the lunar calendar, the crabs have just shed their shells, and the crab roe and crab paste have not yet formed. When steamed, they are only a light yellow color, hence the name "June Yellow".
"I haven't eaten the head yet. The meat is a little yellow and there's not much in one bite. Just eat it for fun." Zheng Cheng took a look and turned back to the living room.
"Do you know how to separate crab roe?" he heard Hu Hanyu ask the kitchen helper at home.
"Yes, every year the master asks us to make bald crab." The kitchen helper replied, "But this crab is not firm yet, so it's easy to open. But the yellow crab is probably..."
"Just take it apart, I'll take care of the rest." Hanyu said.
"Oh! Do you want stewed eggs?" Zheng Cheng's eyes lit up.
"You can guess this. You know how to eat." Hu Hanyu looked at him and smiled.
Remind the servants to cook a pot of rice and some pickled vegetables and edamame. Zheng Cheng felt comfortable just thinking about this dinner.
Hu Hanyu is so nice.
"Hu Hanyu, you are so mean!" Only two hours later, Zheng Cheng threw the controller onto the sofa.
"Is it bad already? Then you have never played with Tianyi." On the championship settlement screen, the little man controlled by Hu Hanyu was standing proudly on the podium spraying champagne, and Zheng Cheng's little man was politely applauding in the second place.
"There's really nothing to say to you alley idiots." Zheng Cheng turned off the TV. "You actually dared to blow me up with a bomb? I'm done with this."
"No, let's forget about it now." Hu Hanyu put the controllers back on the table and went to find Zheng Cheng's hand. "Brother, forget it."
"Who is your big brother? I'm not angry. My hands are sore, so let's take a break." Zheng Cheng turned his head away and didn't look at him.
"Brother Cheng is still very magnanimous. Let me massage your hands." Hanyu took his hand and massaged it from the palm to the fingertips.
"No, no, are you treating me like sushi? I haven't touched you in a long time and my hands are itching." Zheng Cheng pulled his hand back.
Speaking of sushi, Hanyu paused and looked at his hands: "Well, I haven't made sushi for almost two months. It seems like I've never stopped for so long."
"Because of me?" Zheng Cheng looked at him.
A hint of surprise flashed in Hanyu's eyes. He paused, then quickly nodded.
"But I volunteered," he added immediately, fearing what Zheng Cheng would say. "Just forget it."
Zheng Cheng rushed over and hugged him.
"Hey... the servants are all on the first floor." Hanyu patted his back.
"What's wrong with hugging her?" Zheng Cheng said, and hugged her tightly again before letting go.
"I won't say that casually again." Zheng Cheng looked at him, "I really like you."
It feels so good to say it out loud, like the sun shining through the shade of trees, with just the right amount of warmth.
Hanyu held his hand tightly.
"Zheng Cheng," Hanyu said, "I have something to tell you."
His serious tone made Zheng Cheng straighten his back.
"You always asked me about Cheng's restaurant. Have you ever been there?" Hanyu asked.
"Yes." Zheng Cheng took a deep breath.
The opportunity he was looking for was also the opportunity Hu Hanyu was looking for.
Coincidentally, they both thought of the same thing again.
"You're not going to eat, are you?"
"Um."
"Is your illness also being treated by Cheng?"
"It's related." Zheng Cheng answered quickly.
"If I say this, will you..."
"No!" Zheng Cheng sat closer to him and pinched his arm. "What do you want to say? Stop talking nonsense and say it."
Hu Hanyu let out a breath.
"I might have seen you then."
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