Han Lin was also stunned by Han Xiaojun's behavior.
He had a weak bond with his brothers and had never considered building a good relationship with his two younger brothers. Suddenly, when he saw Han Xiaojun rushing towards him so enthusiastically, he felt so embarrassed that his scalp went numb.
He instinctively looked up at Chaoge, but Chaoge was covering her mouth and looking at them with a touched expression.
Han Lin felt even more embarrassed.
"You..." Han Lin was speechless for once. "Well, let's eat first."
"Okay." Han Xiaojun was only affectionate for a moment, and now he has regained his usual cool image as a little brat. He said seriously: "Big brother, let me help you with your bag."
"No thanks." Han Lin put his bag on the shoe cabinet. "Go wash your hands, put down the dishes, and get ready to eat."
"Oh." Han Xiaojun was obviously unhappy about this, but he still listened to Han Lin and went to the dining room to put away the dishes and chopsticks that Chaoge had brought out one by one.
After Han Xiaojun left, Chaoge was embraced by Han Lin and walked back to the bedroom.
"What are you doing? My food is still in the pot." Chaoge gestured.
"What was that expression on your face just now? Why didn't you come to help me?" Han Lin said.
[Xiaojun likes you so much, I'm very touched, isn't that enough?] Chaoge couldn't hide the smile on his face. He rarely saw Han Lin so embarrassed.
"No thanks." Han Lin said, "I'll take him home after dinner."
"So soon? You've never played together before." Chaoge gestured, "Let him stay for two more days. You can take him to play your favorite Contra!"
"People his age are all playing PUBG, who still plays Contra?" Han Lin said, "Besides, he made you unhappy this afternoon."
Chaoge immediately pretended to be dumb and shook his head: [No, we are very harmonious!]
"Really? Did he do his homework?" Han Lin took off the watch and threw it into the box.
Chaoge couldn't answer, he didn't see Han Xiaojun at all in the afternoon.
"Today is Saturday, and I won't be at home tomorrow, Sunday. Do you have the confidence that you can make him finish his homework before returning to school on Monday? This little brat should be sent home to receive a beating from his mother's love." Han Lin said indifferently.
Chaoge pouted.
Han Lin saw that he was unhappy, so he reached out and pinched Chaoge's cheek: "Why, do you like him so much?"
Chaoge nodded: [He is your younger brother.]
Han Lin raised his eyebrows: "Then I haven't seen you like the second one that much."
Chaoge immediately lost his temper and gestured cowardly: [Your second brother doesn't like me, nor does he like you. Xiaojun likes you.]
Chaoge didn't want Han Lin to be so far away from his family because of him. Although there were indeed problems between Han Lin and his parents and brother, and he was just a fuse, Chaoge still felt uncomfortable.
It's rare to find a younger brother who likes Han Lin so much, Chaoge doesn't want to let him go.
"Let's eat first." Han Lin said, "I'm hungry."
Chaoge nodded and ran back to the kitchen before Han Lin.
During this time, Chaoge passed by Han Xiaojun and found that Han Xiaojun had placed three sets of bowls and chopsticks in a row on the table, and he was sitting in the middle, perfectly separating him and Han Lin.
Chaoge: ...his little thoughts are clearly written on his face!
Chaoge picked up the spatula absentmindedly, and suddenly felt unsure whether what he was doing was right.
Han Lin doesn't like to have too much involvement with his brothers. Isn't it too self-righteous for him to force Han Lin to keep Han Xiaojun?
Moreover, even though they had only been together for a short day, Chaoge knew that Han Xiaojun didn't like him. Was it really a good idea to keep him?
Chaoge was cooking in a daze.
"Meow~"
There was a cat's meow under his feet. Chaoge looked down and found it was Little Trash.
Chaoge squatted down and stroked the cat from head to toe.
The little garbage relative rubbed Chaoge's ankles in circles, and its snow-white tail even hooked around Chaoge's calf.
Chaoge patted the little garbage boy's head, washed his hands and continued cooking.
When Han Lin came out, Chaoge had just brought out the three fresh vegetables.
He glanced around and found the position arranged by Han Xiaojun, raised his eyebrows and looked at Chaoge.
Chaoge smiled awkwardly, and sat down dejectedly on the right side of Han Xiaojun, then winked at Han Lin, indicating that he should sit on Xiaojun's left.
Han Lin took a deep breath and walked to Han Xiaojun's left as Chaoge wished.
Han Xiaojun looked up at him, her face tense with anticipation and anxiety.
Han Lin is not as good-tempered as Chaoge, and he is also annoyed that Han Xiaojun is so young but has learned his mother's "scheming".
She looked back at him rudely, picked up the dishes and chopsticks indifferently, walked over to sit next to Chaoge.
Han Xiaojun froze in place.
His face flushed red and the hand that picked up the chopsticks was shaking unconsciously.
He just felt like the sky had fallen on him.
His brother doesn't like him.
Chaoge glanced around at the Han brothers around him, feeling a little uneasy.
He wanted to break the deadlock, so he tapped the bowl lightly, signaling that it was time to eat.
Who knew that knocking the bowl would irritate Han Xiaojun who was already angry.
"Are you a beggar?" Han Xiaojun glared at Chaoge fiercely, "Only beggars would knock on the bowl like that!"
"Han Xiaojun!" Han Lin slammed the bowl on the table with a loud bang. "If you don't want to eat, get out."
Han Xiaojun's heart was pounding, his eyes were red, and his fingers were clenched tightly.
He was anxious and angry, and there was also a sense of grievance that he was unwilling to admit.
"If you don't want to eat it, then don't eat it. Who cares!" Han Xiaojun threw the bowl away, ran back to the room angrily, and slammed the door.
Then there was deathly silence.
Chaoge was embarrassed, but Han Lin remained calm and picked up the bowl again: "Don't listen to his nonsense, eat."
Chaoge put down the bowl and looked at Han Lin with a gloomy look.
Han Lin sighed, turned around and hugged Chaoge, whispering in his ear: "You are not a beggar, he doesn't understand. You are in the rebellious period, don't think too much."
Chaoge shook his head. He was not sad about this matter.
"I like to hear you knocking on the bowl. Every time I hear this sound, I know my baby is calling me to eat." Han Lin said, "This is your voice, you know."
Chaoge was not sad about this matter at first.
This was not the first time he had been blamed for this matter.
He knew that knocking on the bowl at the dinner table was considered begging behavior by many people.
But when Han Lin comforted him so gently, Chaoge's eyes suddenly began to feel sore.
He couldn't speak, and knocking on the bowl was the easiest way for him to remind others to come and eat.
It is also the way he is most accustomed to.
His friends, lover and relatives all dote on him and would not say a bad word about him just because he knocked on the bowl.
So he never thought about changing.
But Chaoge understood that there would always be some people who were different from his relatives and friends, and they would not compromise, which was normal.
He was not sad about it.
The premise is that he is the person he loves the most, so don't comfort him so gently.
Chaoge pressed his face against Han Lin's shoulder. He wanted to speak, but he knew he didn't need to. Han Lin understood him and must know what he was thinking.
"Okay, baby, eat first. I'm hungry." Han Lin let go of Chaoge. "We have braised pork today. I want to eat an extra bowl of rice."
Chaoge smiled and nodded. He turned slightly to look at the guest room at the back, which was tightly closed, preventing him from peeking.
Chaoge sighed inwardly, turned around and picked up the bowl to eat.
After dinner, Han Lin wanted to go into the house, but was stopped by Chaoge.
"I'll make some fried rice. You bring it in for Xiaojun and have a good chat with him, okay?" Chaoge gestured.
Han Lin frowned and was about to refuse.
Chaoge covered his mouth and then gestured: [He was wrong just now, but being so harsh is not what a good brother should do.]
"I never said I was a good brother," said Han Lin.
Chaoge gestured: [Xiaojun is young and in adolescence, so he's very sensitive. He must be very upset by what you said just now.]
"Then you wouldn't be sad because he said that just now." Han Lin said.
"But I have you to comfort me, and he doesn't. He might be hiding in his bed crying." Chaoge smiled at him, "He's just a kid. You need to communicate with him. You're so much older than him, and he likes you so much. If you talk to him nicely, he'll definitely listen to you."
Han Lin didn't move.
Chaoge gestured again: [You keep saying he's a naughty kid. If you don't care about him, he'll always be a naughty kid. He looks so much like you. Do you hope to have a face that handsome in the future and do things that naughty kids do?]
Han Lin was so angry that he laughed at Chaoge's twisted logic.
"You are always right. Okay, you are the boss and you have the final say." Han Lin finally compromised with Chaoge.
Chaoge tilted her head and kissed him, then went to the kitchen contentedly to make fried rice.
Chaoge has a special liking for fried rice with egg. The first food he learned to cook in his life was fried rice with egg. At that time, his parents were with him, one on each side, teaching him step by step.
The combination of memory and deliciousness is something he still can't forget even after more than 20 years.
Chaoge is used to adding tomatoes to egg fried rice. The red tomato soup wraps around the rice, and is then mixed with the tender yellow of the egg, with a little emerald green onion for garnish. This is the most beautiful color combination for egg fried rice in Chaoge's eyes.
A plate of fried rice was quickly prepared, and Chaoge cut some pink pickled radish cubes on the side. It was sour and sweet, refreshing and delicious.
Chaoge handed it to Han Lin with satisfaction: [It’s up to you now, brother.]
Han Lin looked at him helplessly. Chaoge usually didn't call him brother, but now he was obviously teasing him.
Han Lin picked up the bowl of rice. The faint fragrance made his originally heavy mood relax a little.
"Okay, go into the house and rest, I'll be there soon." Han Lin said.
Chaoge nodded: "I'll play with the cat for a while, you guys have a good chat."
Han Lin responded and went to the door of the guest room with the fried rice.
Chaoge took one last look at him, knowing that it was inconvenient for her at this time, and quickly passed behind Han Lin and went into the house to pet the cat.
Han Lin heard the sound of Chaoge closing the door, then he raised his hand to knock on the door and whispered, "Xiaojun, open the door."
There was no sound from the door.
Han Lin knocked again: "Han Xiaojun, open the door."
There was no movement inside. Han Lin didn't want to take care of the brat anymore, but when he lowered his eyes and saw the fried rice in his hand, Han Lin didn't leave after all.
He knocked again.
"Han Xiaojun, open the door, let's talk."
Han Lin stood facing the closed door for another minute.
Just when his patience was about to run out, the door finally opened from the inside.
Han Xiaojun stood in the crack of the door with his head down, the corners of his mouth drooping in disappointment, like a frost-bitten eggplant.
He didn't look up at Han Lin, but just stood there silently, like a stone that was impassable.
Han Lin suddenly stopped being angry.
He was as silent as the other person and handed the fried rice in his hand to Han Xiaojun.
Warm, sweet and sour.
It belongs to him and Chaoge, the taste of home.
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