After Zhou Rui finished cooking, He Muchen helped carry the dishes out. Just as Zhou Rui was about to pick up his chopsticks, He Muchen called out, "Baby, wait a minute, I'm taking a picture."
Zhou Rui gave him a strange look. He had never imagined that someone would want to take pictures of the dishes he made.
Isn't it just girls who like to take pictures while eating? He had dinner with a few girls who were also pursuing He Muchen, and those girls really liked to take pictures and record the meal.
After taking the photos, He Muchen posted them on his WeChat Moments with the caption: "The dishes my baby made are truly delicious and visually appealing."
He Muchen smiled and said to Zhou Rui, "Alright, baby can eat now."
Zhou Rui said "Oh" and then lowered his head to eat. He was still a little uncomfortable with his idol, He Muchen, calling him "baby".
When He Muchen calls his baby, he still blushes shyly.
He Muchen put some food on Zhou Rui's plate: "Baby, eat more. Look how thin you are, it breaks my heart."
"Thank you..." Zhou Rui said shyly, bowing his head.
He has lost some weight. He had gained a little weight before, but in order to save money to attend He Muchen's events this year, and because He Muchen has so many events this year, Zhou Rui has to be a little busy, doing some private coaching after class.
"Baby, your cooking is so delicious. I wish I could eat your cooking every day."
This was the first time Zhou Rui had ever heard someone tell him that they wanted to eat his cooking every day.
When my grandma was alive, she often complained about herself, saying that her cooking was terrible and how she would ever get married. She said that our family was already not as well off as other families, and she didn't have any cooking skills. How could my little Rui Rui ever get married?
"Really? My cooking is just so-so, barely edible," Zhou Rui said shyly in a low voice.
"No way! I think it tastes delicious. I would love to eat my baby's cooking every day."
Zhou Rui was captivated by the sound of his baby calling out to him again and again.
After dinner, Zhou Rui got up to clear the dishes, but He Muchen took his hand and said, "Let me wash them."
Zhou Rui looked at him in surprise. How could he let his idol wash the dishes for him?
"No need, I'll do it. Your hands are for writing music."
He Muchen gently stroked his tousled hair with his well-defined knuckles: "My hands aren't just for writing music; they're also for loving my baby."
After He Muchen finished speaking, he smiled and took their bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen. Zhou Rui followed him into the kitchen and quickly stepped forward to stop He Muchen.
During their struggle, the bowl and chopsticks fell to the ground, and the shards landed on his feet, cutting his instep.
He Muchen frowned as he picked up Zhou Rui in a princess carry and placed him on the living room sofa. "Baby, where's your first-aid kit?"
Zhou Rui was startled when he was carried in a princess carry, and hadn't yet recovered from the surprise.
"Baby, where is the first-aid kit?"
"ah!"
"Baby, the first-aid kit is over there. You cut your foot," He Muchen said gently.
Zhou Rui looked at the small cuts on his foot, which had only bled a little. He smiled and wiped them with a wet wipe from the coffee table.
"It's alright now, my bleeding stopped pretty quickly."
He Muchen pulled his foot and looked at the wound on his foot, saying, "It's not good if the bleeding stops quickly. You need to disinfect it and then put on a band-aid."
"No need, it's not that serious."
Zhou Rui has always been tough and resilient, so this little injury is nothing to him. But in He Muchen's eyes, it's more than just a small injury; it's like having his heart's blood cut out.
"No, even if you don't disinfect it, you should at least put a band-aid on it. If you don't have any at home, I'll go down to the pharmacy to buy some now."
"Baby, wait for me a moment."
Zhou Rui pulled He Muchen's hand, who was in a hurry to buy band-aids, and pointed to the TV cabinet: "There are some in the TV cabinet over there, you don't need to buy them."
What Zhou Rui kept quiet about was that his family's band-aids were the cute kind, because he was afraid He Muchen would laugh at him for a grown man using something so pink.
He Muchen hurriedly went to the TV cabinet, pulled it open, grabbed a bottle of disinfectant and a box of bandages, quickly walked to the sofa, and placed Zhou Rui's feet on his lap.
While wiping his feet, he blew on them. Zhou Rui, who wasn't in pain before, actually wanted to cry out in pain after being touched like this.
Zhou Rui was thinking of pretending to be in pain, and his face showed a consistent expression of his inner thoughts as he frowned.
Seeing the expression on his face, He Muchen said with concern, "I'm sorry, I'll be gentle, it'll be over soon."
He Muchen treated his wound and put on a band-aid. Zhou Rui thought that He Muchen would make fun of him by holding the cute little bear band-aid.
Instead of laughing at him, he helped him put the bandage on and even bent down to kiss the little bear bandage on his foot.
Zhou Rui made her scream internally, "Ahhh... my idol is kissing my feet! Luckily, my feet don't smell, otherwise my idol would be disgusted to death."
Zhou Rui blushed and pulled her foot away, saying shyly, "Thank you, honey~"
He Muchen looked at Zhou Rui, who was blushing and had his head down, and sat closer to him. "Baby, what did you just call me?"
When He Muchen heard Zhou Rui call him "husband," his heart pounded; he was incredibly excited.
Zhou Rui lowered his head and repeated shyly, "Thank you, honey~"
He Muchen hugged him and said excitedly, "Could you call me 'husband' more often next time? I love hearing you call me 'husband'."
Zhou Rui said shyly, "Who likes being called 'husband' by a man all the time?"
"Me? I love it when my baby calls me 'husband'," He Muchen said proudly.
He Muchen wished Zhou Rui would call him "husband" every day, and he also wished everyone would know that he, He Muchen, was Zhou Rui's husband.
Zhou Rui was genuinely surprised that He Muchen said he liked it when he called him "husband," because to him, He Muchen was like a dazzling star in the sky, someone he could only look up at from afar, someone he could never reach out and touch.
To his utter surprise, during this heavy rain, the star he was infatuated with walked towards him with a transparent umbrella, sheltering him from the wind and rain. She even came to his small rented room, put on his clothes, and confessed her feelings to him.
He even kissed himself, said his cooking was delicious and he wanted to eat it every day, treated his wounds, and kissed his foot...
These sweet scenes were things he dared not dream of He Muchen at night.
He Muchen said to him in a coquettish tone, "Baby, can I make a small suggestion? Can you call me that every day from now on?"
"Oh! Can I call you husband every day?"
Zhou Rui looked at him shyly, still somewhat unable to believe that what He Muchen was saying to her was just a dream.
He was even a little nervous and afraid that He Muchen would say in this dream, "You're dreaming," and bring him back to reality.
He hadn't finished dreaming about this yet; he still wanted He Muchen to love him.
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