Chapter 429: Deep Mansion (Seventeen)
Yu Huo ran into the kitchen in a panic and saw a kettle with cracks on it.
Just as he was hesitating whether to take it back as it was, he suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes.
He immediately looked back and saw that the man outside the door was blocking the sunlight, and his entire face seemed to be shrouded in darkness.
Yu Huo felt a little guilty for some reason, and hurriedly took a step sideways, trying to block the cracked kettle.
Unfortunately, the other party seemed to have seen it, and his voice was full of surprise: "Are you so angry?"
Yu Huo's eyes widened in confusion: "Huh?"
Yuan walked into the room and pointed behind him expressionlessly: "If you hate me, just say it directly. There's no need to take it out on me with the kettle."
Yu Huo twitched his lips speechlessly: "...This is such an idol drama, why are you writing a novel? If I really hated you, I might as well just cast a spell on you!"
Yuan raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, pretending to be amazed: "Amazing! You can even cast a spell."
Yu Huo felt that he was getting angry: "Did I say that? Next time you talk to me, remember to shake your brain before you speak. There's no need to make small talk."
Yuan pursed his lips and said, "I'm not just making small talk."
Yu Huo said an elongated "Oh~" and said, "I see. You're not looking for something to say, you're looking for a fight."
The young man sneered, turned around, took down the kettle and slammed it hard on the ground, vividly demonstrating what it meant to throw the kettle into oblivion.
Yuan thought about it and decided not to offend the other party. Before leaving, he said concisely, "Forget it, just come with me."
"Why should I go with you?" Yu Huo retorted loudly behind the other person.
The man seemed not to hear and walked away gracefully.
Yu Huo stood there scratching his head, but finally couldn't resist his curiosity and followed the other party back to the courtyard of the side hall.
The man did not go back to the hall directly, but turned to the small kitchen in the yard and pushed open the door.
Suddenly, a fragrant aroma rushed into his nose. Yu Huo looked out and exclaimed "Wow!" and asked, "Did you do this?"
After saying that, he walked past Yuan and ran to the dining table. He stared at the large plate of Kung Pao Chicken on the table and swallowed his saliva in a cowardly manner.
There's no way. The young master has never cooked except for picnics. Ever since he was pulled into the live broadcast room, he has been either chewing bread or chewing bread. He is too lazy to even make instant noodles.
Yuan glanced at his saliva and pushed one of the two bowls of rice on the table to him.
"I made too much and can't finish it. Do you want to share?"
Yu Huo rubbed his hands and was about to pick up his chopsticks when he suddenly thought of something and asked cautiously, "You didn't poison this dish, did you?"
Yuan's expression froze slightly. He sat down unhappily, picked up the chopsticks, slowly picked up a piece of chicken and put it into his mouth.
Then, without blinking, he chewed it slowly while the young man looked at him greedily: "If you are afraid of death, you can choose not to eat it."
Yu Huo laughed and shamelessly picked up his chopsticks: "I'm not afraid of death. Even if I die, I will still be a greedy ghost."
Yuan almost laughed out loud, but luckily he held it back. He just tapped the edge of his bowl with his chopsticks impatiently: "Eating can't shut your mouth?"
Yu Huo disagreed, with a hint of complacency on his face: "Of course, eating won't delay my speech."
Yuan had no choice but to lower his head and remind him in a deep voice: "Don't talk while eating."
Yu Huo: "You are so boring."
deep:"......"
Seeing the man's gloomy face, Yu Huo finally understood and stopped talking.
Perhaps because he had eaten bread, Yu Huo felt full after eating half a bowl of rice. He finally picked up two more chopsticks of meat and stuffed them into his mouth before reluctantly putting down his chopsticks.
"I'm stuffed."
Yuan opened his eyelids and glanced at him, nodded coldly, and still said nothing.
Yu Huo smacked his lips, feeling like something was missing.
After a while, he took out a can of ice-cold beer from the space package, opened the pull ring, drank several mouthfuls, and then let out a refreshing sigh.
The next second, the chopsticks on the opposite side were slammed hard on the table.
Yu Huohu raised his head suspiciously, meeting the other person's inquiring and dissatisfied gaze, and took out another can of beer and handed it to him: "Want some?"
Yuan looked at the can of beer close at hand, his eyes swept across the crystal mist condensed on it, and he silently reached out to take it.
Then he imitated the young man, pulled the pull ring, and took a big gulp of liquid.
“Cough cough cough…”
Yuan Bie opened his mouth and frowned in disgust.
It's so hard to drink.
He looked at the young man with a look full of incomprehension.
The other party was looking at him in surprise. After several seconds, the young man's thin lips suddenly pulled out a wicked smile: "No way, no way? Is this your first time drinking?"
This contemptuous look made Yuan feel uncomfortable, and he immediately retorted: "No, I coughed because the wine was too cold."
Yu Huo had seen the low temperature on his body before, so of course he knew that this person was just talking nonsense to save face.
However, he didn't expose her outright. A hint of provocation flashed across his fox-like eyes. He raised his beer and tilted his head to signal, "Okay, then, come with me?"
Yuan blinked his eyes, and in just a moment, the smell of alcohol turned his eyes red and quietly smoothed out the hostility between his brows, making him like an elf that had fallen into the mortal world.
Yu Huo was so stunned by this sight that he even forgot to blink.
It wasn't until the other party picked up the wine and clinked the can with him that he came back to his senses.
As if to cover up his guilty conscience, Yu Huo quickly retracted his hand, tilted his head back and drank the remaining half of the can of wine, thus suppressing the desire that had suddenly arisen.
He squeezed the empty beer can in annoyance and no longer had the heart to tease the other person.
The next moment, the man opposite him also imitated him and flattened the can, then raised his beautiful eyes and stared at him straight.
Yu Huo was stunned. Didn’t he drink enough?
He took out two more cans of beer and gave one to the other person.
This time Yuan didn't drink it, but just held the beer in his hand. A thin layer of mist appeared in his eyes, and his eyes were confused.
Yu Huo cursed inwardly and continued to drink.
Grass!
He shouldn't be allowed to drink!
The point is... why does this guy have such a pretty face?!
In the quiet little kitchen, the sound of the young man swallowing suppressed his restless heartbeat.
Yuan didn't know what was wrong with him?
He felt as if his head was being pressed down by something very heavy.
There is also visual dizziness, as if entering the microscopic world from the macroscopic world. All the surrounding reference objects are given a frosted filter, and only the person in front of you is clear enough...even the tiny pores on the back of your hand can be seen.
Of course, it’s not just the pores, there are also the light blue blood vessels lurking beneath the fair skin.
After staring for a long time, he could even feel the blood flowing...
Is that blood hot?
Yuan felt like he was in a nightmare. The beer in his palm fell onto the table with a thud, rolled to the edge of the table, and then fell down with a loud noise.
At the same time, his palm, which was covered with moisture, instinctively covered the back of the young man's hand.
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