After Song Lian washed the cabbage, he brought it to the kitchen. At that time, Qi Xiangyu was frying the vegetables with a skillful flipping pan. He felt that this guy must have worked in the kitchen a lot when he was in the army, otherwise how could he be so skilled.

"The cabbage has been washed and placed on the table for you."

Song Lianqing put the cabbage in the basket on the table and was about to go out. Qi Xiangyu didn't expect that it was him who came in. Realizing that he was about to leave, he turned off the fire and turned back to grab his hand.

"Lian Qing, wait, don't leave yet."

Song Lianqing didn't expect Qi Xiangyu to be so unscrupulous in front of the camera. He turned around and looked at him, frowning, staring at him out of the camera's sight, but his tone suppressed his anger and said calmly, "What's wrong? Is there anything you need my help with? But I don't know how to cook."

"Oh, that's right. I want you to peel some garlic cloves and wash some shallots for me. They are all busy, so I have to trouble you."

Listening to Song Lianqing's tone, Qi Xiangyu suddenly realized where he was at the moment, and quickly let go of him and said something along the lines of what he said. Song Lianqing couldn't leave even if he wanted to, so he had to sit down and act gentle and harmless in front of the camera.

"Okay, then I'll help you. I'm free anyway."

Qi Xiangyu felt very uncomfortable, but he did not show it on his face. Instead, he smiled and handed him the garlic cloves and shallots. When he took them, he took the opportunity to touch his hand. After all, any touch was better than nothing.

Song Lianqing frowned slightly, but still picked up the garlic cloves and shallots as if nothing had happened and began to peel the garlic cloves carefully. Qi Xiangyu then turned back to continue cooking. It didn't matter if they couldn't talk, it was good enough to be in the same room together.

[Why do I always feel that Brother Qi’s eyes when he looks at our teacher Song are too impure? - =???? =???? ?( 'Д`)?]

[Why do I always feel like Qi Xiangyu is threatened by our teacher Song's eyes? Is it because of the camera? These two people are more than just high school classmates, there must be something fishy going on between them!]

[Isn’t this normal? Good brothers are more casual when they get along with each other. They are good friends. When I was with my bestie, I was cooking and found that she was leaving. I would also excitedly pull her back to help me. It seems normal, I think.]

[This is a normal relationship between men, right? Men are different from women. It’s disgusting and awkward to watch each other being clingy all day long. Besides, it’s just holding hands, not pulling penises.]

[Please wear a pair of bitter tea leaves upstairs! Your bitter tea leaves have all flown to me, I really want to tie it up (??ω??) tie it up]

Regarding the relationship between the two, netizens all hold their own opinions and refuse to give in to each other, but it must be said that there are many people who support the two being good brothers and friends.

This world always lacks some tolerance towards special groups. They use the ideological standards passed down by their ancestors to demand the new generation of young people to follow them. If they do not follow them, they are considered to be heretics and deviant, and will not be tolerated by the world.

Therefore, many people can only live their own lives behind closed doors, calling others friends when they go out, and listening to their elders introducing their so-called friends to people who are actually lovers. They have to endure the heartache and smile along, but can do nothing about it.

However, love is boundless and invisible, so why should it be fixed by an inherent framework? Love cannot be constrained by the secular world and cannot be defined. This is the truth.

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Dinner was ready quickly. The sunset dyed the sky red, and the Persian Sea under the afterglow of the setting sun was also covered with a cozy and warm light. A breeze blew by, and the breeze was instantly filled with the faint fragrance of flowers, which was refreshing and touching wherever it went.

The intern dads moved the dining table to the yard, enjoyed the evening breeze, watched the sunset, and had a delicious dinner. Today's dinner was especially warm and wonderful.

Song Lianqing picked up a lot of dishes for the little baby, including both meat and vegetables, with a balanced nutrition. The little baby was not picky about food and finished all the dishes in the bowl. He ate very seriously without looking around. Compared with other young babies, he was really well-behaved.

After the little boy finished his meal, he quietly took out his smartphone to send a message to Qin Younian. Qin Younian, who had been watching the live broadcast, held his phone almost as soon as he picked up the phone, and replied instantly when the message came.

[Good boy]: Daddy, little Candy is eating. Have you eaten?

[My dearest dad]: Dad is watching the live broadcast. My dear, you need to eat more. It’s only one bowl of rice, which is too little. Ask your foster dad to give you more meat. My dear, you are too thin.

[The good kid’s favorite dad]: Dad will eat later. The kid is so cute when he eats. Wait for dad to take a screenshot and photoshop a picture to send to you.

【Guaizi’s favorite dad】: Picture jpg. [This is a screenshot of Song Lianqing and Guaizi eating together, with Song Lianqing picking up food for Guaizi, and Song Lianqing was photoshopped into himself]

There was less than a minute between these three messages. It can only be said that Qin Younian used all the high-tech hand speed for his son.

【Good boy】:⊙?⊙! Daddy is so awesome!

[Good boy’s favorite dad]: thumbs upjpg.

[My dearest dad]: When my dear comes back, I will take you to the sea park and take lots of photos. My dear is so adorable.

[The dad that the good kid loves the most]: Emoticon pack [A cartoon old father holding his baby and kissing him madly, the kind that moves]

Seeing the little kid lowering his head to play with his phone instead of eating properly, Song Lianqing frowned immediately, reached out to take the kid's smartphone, typed a few words and sent them to him, then looked at the kid and said, "Kid, you can't play with your phone while eating, eat well."

The little kid took back his phone, held it in his arms, nodded innocently at Song Lianqing, then picked up his chopsticks to eat, "Little Candy knows!"

The way the little boy protected his phone made Song Lianqing angry and wanted to laugh, but since he was under the camera and there were other people around, he decided not to talk about him for the time being.

Qin Younian, who had just asked Zhao Kun to buy food, returned to the sofa and picked up his mobile phone happily, thinking that the little boy had replied to his message. However, when he opened it, he was almost angry to death. Anyway, his fists were already very hard.

[Good boy]: Qin Younian, my son is eating, why are you disturbing him? What's more, there is a camera now, do you think the audience is blind? If you send me another message, I will confiscate his phone!

"Ah! Song Lianqing, I'm not done with you!"

Qin Younian was so angry that he kicked the coffee table. The coffee table was kicked one meter away and lay crookedly across the middle of the road, looking particularly miserable and pitiful.

Tea table: First of all, I didn't provoke any of you; secondly, I didn't provoke any of you; thirdly, I didn't provoke any of you; finally, I didn't provoke any of you. m9( 'д' )!!!!