Chapter 21
In the evening, when Bo Tingyuan arrived home, Uncle Xu came forward to greet him.
He walked straight towards the stairs, put his long fingers on the buttons of his suit, and habitually prepared to unbutton them, and asked, "Sir, is he on the second floor?"
Uncle Xu shook his head in embarrassment: "In the kitchen."
Bo Tingyuan stopped, lowered his hand from the button of his suit, and frowned.
Uncle Xu explained, "The master said he wanted to prepare some snacks for the young master."
He turned around with Bo Tingyuan, "Young Master, you know I can't really stop you from doing anything you want to do."
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan didn't say much, and walked towards the kitchen with his long legs.
Western-style kitchen and baking area in the mansion.
The air was filled with the aroma of soft toasted bread, and the built-in silver-white oven was emitting a red glow.
Next to the marble island with white cloud patterns, there was a leisurely slender figure, wearing a white shirt and long pants, with black hair tied in a bun, revealing a snow-white neck.
Wen Cishu was holding a cup of hot water in his hand, looking intently at the snacks in the oven.
At the door, Bo Tingyuan's dark green eyes behind his glasses quickly signaled to the dessert chef and auntie.
Everyone walked out quietly.
Bo Tingyuan said a few words to Uncle Xu in a deep voice.
As Uncle Xu listened, he looked toward the French windows facing the courtyard opposite, nodded, and did as he was told.
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Wen Cishu was concentrating on the snacks in the oven when he suddenly heard clear footsteps.
He turned his head and unexpectedly saw the person coming: "You're back."
A gentle smile gradually emerged from his eyes as he spoke, just like the brilliant light of sunrise slowly and firmly shining on the crowd that had just experienced darkness.
Bo Tingyuan walked over to him with a smile, unbuttoned his suit, took it off and put it on the island, then looked into the oven.
——The snacks prepared for him are being roasted at high temperature.
Wen Cishu glanced at the gray vest over his black shirt.
The vest has good wrapping properties and can highlight his broad shoulders and narrow waist to the greatest extent.
It is said that when you are dressed you look thin, but when you are undressed you have muscles.
He slowly turned the water cup in his hand and thought: Bo Tingyuan is an exception. His features are still vaguely visible even with two layers of clothes.
Realizing what he was thinking, Wen Cishu silently took a sip of water. Seeing him looking at the oven, he explained, "Don't blame Uncle Xu. I'm just baking something. It won't involve safety issues, right?"
"Um."
Bo Tingyuan withdrew his gaze and looked down at him.
There are slightly messy strands of hair scattered around the hairline and temples, sticking gently and cutely to the snow-white skin.
"What kind of snacks are they?" Bo Tingyuan took a step forward and leaned against the counter shoulder to shoulder with him.
The soft and sweet fragrance in the air and the faint scent on Wen Cishu's body made him relax unconsciously.
"Huh?" Wen Cishu glanced at the oven. Was he paying attention to this?
"You'll know in a moment."
He thought of Zhu Wei's story and told him about it, then said, "Actually, it's all your credit. I want to thank you."
Wen Cishu took some more sips of warm water while speaking.
The moist and transparent liquid falls on the lower lip, magnifying the pinkness and fullness of the lips.
When Bo Tingyuan heard the origin of the snacks, he raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly.
Her green eyes stared at his lips. She raised her hand to hold his chin, wiped away some water marks with her thumb, and said in a calm voice: "There is no need to be so particular about this between us. 】
The sudden shortened distance made Wen Cishu hold his breath and he could hardly hear the words clearly.
The lips seemed to fully feel the slightly rough fingerprints of Bo Tingyuan's fingertips, which were gently wiping, or... caressing.
As they looked at each other, Wen Cishu suddenly became very eager to know what dessert he was baking.
He put down the cup, took his hand, and wrote carefully on his large, warm palm, saying, "I'm baking this."
Bo Tingyuan opened his palm and allowed his slender fingertips to sweep across.
But his eyes beneath his thick eyebrows were actually fixed closely on the person with lowered eyebrows.
Wen Cishu didn't know that his upturned eyebrows and phoenix eyes were at the most charming and attractive angle.
After he finished writing, he retracted his fingers, raised his eyelids, blinked, and asked with a smile: "Do you want me to write it again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the person in front of him getting closer and closer, and took the opportunity to hold his raised hand.
The smile on Wen Cishu's face slowly froze.
His palm was pushed away, and Bo Tingyuan's fingers pressed forcefully into his fingers, and his long legs pressed tightly against him.
The two people were facing each other, almost completely touching below the waist.
The back of Wen Cishu's thighs were pressed against the hard edge of the counter. His sudden approach made his eyes wander for a moment, but finally he had to focus on meeting his gaze.
Bo Tingyuan looked at him quietly, without answering his question, but asked in French: [Do you remember everything? 】
Wen Cishu looked into his dark green eyes, which looked sharp and profound due to excessive concentration, and said slowly: "We ate it together at the wedding, of course I remember it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Cishu saw him leaning closer, his nose tip almost touching his own, their breaths blending together in an instant.
Bo Tingyuan's wild thick eyebrows and eyes as bright as green shadows made Wen Cishu feel a sudden sense of invasion.
At this moment, Wen Cishu felt so thirsty that he wanted to pick up the water cup and drink three big cups in one gulp.
Bo Tingyuan held the side of his face, his thumb resting so perfectly on the soft and plump earlobe, fitting so perfectly as if it was tailor-made for them by the Creator.
What do you remember? 】
As the two of them breathed in an ambiguous way, Wen Cishu recalled many inappropriate scenes in his strong personal aura.
——But it was not the wedding day, but the honeymoon hotel.
Reason told him that he shouldn't think about those things at this time.
He could only restrain himself and close his eyes tightly, and his trembling eyelashes revealed a little panic.
With a "ding" sound.
Wen Cishu suddenly woke up and pushed him hard.
“It’s ready.”
He walked around the man's oppressive body and muttered, "It's my first time grilling, I don't know how it will go."
He picked up the oven gloves that were lying nearby and reached for the baking tray.
At the same time, a large "gecko" appeared in the corner of Bo Tingyuan's sight, lying outside the floor-to-ceiling window glass.
At the floor-to-ceiling window opposite the island counter, Bo Yiming was waving wildly using his hands and feet.
When he saw the old man coming over, he jumped up with joy and shouted, "Old man! Open the door for me!"
Every door and window in the house has excellent sound insulation.
Bo Yiming's call did not reach the room, at least Wen Cishu, who was busy with the baking tray, did not hear it at all.
Bo Tingyuan quickly took the shelf from the island counter to the cooking table opposite and said, "Put it here."
Wen Cishu then put the baking tray on it.
This way, they both had their backs to the French windows.
Bo Yiming who could only see the backs of his two fathers:?
Shouldn't it?
Didn’t Big Dad see himself?
On a baking sheet.
Each plump and soft golden Madeleine exudes the rich aroma of butter, mixed with a hint of the fresh sweetness of lemon.
Wen Cishu carefully turned over a Madeleine with a small fork.
The texture on the reverse side is exceptionally clear, with slightly burnt yellow edges, just like a cute little shell.
As someone who made it himself, he expressed disbelief: “So successful?”
Bo Tingyuan raised his hand and took the first Madeleine from the fork.
Wen Cishu quickly held his wrist and said childishly, "I made it myself, so of course I'll eat the first one myself."
Bo Tingyuan then handed the little Madeleine to his lips.
Wen Cishu sniffed it uncertainly, then bit a tiny bit of the edge. After his tongue melted it to make sure there was no strange feeling, he took another small bite.
As he was tasting it attentively, he saw Bo Tingyuan put half a Madeleine into his mouth.
Wen Cishu looked at him, and the scene that was hidden deep in his memory, like a black and white painting, came to life little by little.
That day, at their wedding.
Wen Cishu pointed at several different flavors of Madeleines and quietly asked Bo Tingyuan which one was the best.
Bo Tingyuan took a piece and put it to his mouth.
At that time, just like today, he took a small bite of it and Bo Tingyuan ate the rest.
From that moment on, that "most delicious" taste was deeply rooted in Wen Cishu's heart.
——Lemon Madeleines.
So, he remembered, and Bo Tingyuan also remembered.
Wen Cishu's hand was on his wrist the whole time. He turned his head and looked into his green eyes which were always cold yet deep. He asked in French, which was a rare occasion: "Do you still like this taste now?" 】
He rarely speaks French.
Just as Bo Tingyuan's Chinese has a subtle stiffness to it, his French is not perfect either.
Especially in front of this Chinese-French hybrid, it seemed as if he could see everything about me, and I felt immature and ashamed for no reason.
While waiting for the answer, Wen Cishu's heart was pounding, but he was unwilling to look away.
He saw so clearly the subtle ripples in Bo Tingyuan's eyes, but he did not answer him immediately.
Just when he could hardly bear the suffocating ambiguity, the man in front of him suddenly came close to him and hugged him tightly with his arms, lifting up his legs at once.
"Forehead……"
Wen Cishu unconsciously let out a cry of surprise, and while suspended in the air, he instinctively wrapped his arms around his broad shoulders and crossed his legs on both sides of Bo Tingyuan's narrow waist.
Although she was already used to Bo Tingyuan's sudden hugs, they had always been sideways princess hugs, and this was the first time she had been hugged face to face like this.
Under his burning gaze, Wen Cishu shook his calves somewhat shamefully.
"You, you haven't answered me yet."
Bo Tingyuan looked into his gentle eyes: [I have never changed. 】
Wen Cishu was stunned and somewhat moved.
He pursed his lips, thinking of his body, and said gently: "If you encounter any unhappy or... or bad things, can you tell me?"
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan freed one hand and pressed him into his arms, stroking his back.
Wen Cishu was indignant when he saw that he had no more words to say:
It's gotten so sensational and all you say is "hmm"! ?
But when he realized that he was being carried towards the gate by Bo Tingyuan like this, he was suddenly shocked.
"Little daddy?!"
Outside the door, the little monkey's anxious call came.
The next second, Bo Tingyuan reached out to press the door handle.
Wen Cishu simply tilted his head, fell on his shoulder, and pretended to faint.
Bo Tingyuan opened the door, looked at his youngest son, and said to Uncle Xu slowly, "Uncle Xu, find a suitable box to pack the snacks made by my husband and send them to my room."
Wen Dictionary:?
Bo Yiming jumped three feet high and was about to protest loudly.
"Shh." Bo Tingyuan reminded him.
Bo Yiming thought his father had really fallen asleep suddenly, so he didn't dare to do anything rash. He could only lower his voice and said aggrievedly: "I haven't eaten any yet! I saw them all, they are super cute little shells."
Bo Tingyuan freed his hand and rubbed his son's head. "Let the dessert chef at home make it tomorrow. Make as much as you want." He raised his eyes to Uncle Xu and said, "Do as I say."
Uncle Xu: “…”
Bo Yiming scurried in, grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling childishly: "I don't care! I just want to eat it!"
Wen Cishu was afraid that Bo Tingyuan would try to stop him, so he gently pressed his hand on the back of his neck, and whispered softly, "Let Yiming eat it. At most, I'll make another one tomorrow and ask you to bring it to the company for afternoon tea."
He also didn't expect that the father and son would fight over a bite of food.
Bo Tingyuan tilted his neck, and the side of his face almost brushed against his lips.
"Um."
Wen Cishu realized that this was a bit too intimate and moved unnaturally, but was immediately hugged tighter by Bo Tingyuan.
At this moment, Bo Yiming's grief-stricken cry came from behind them.
In the kitchen, as Bo Yiming was eating his second Madeleine, he suddenly realized something and jumped up and down in despair.
Uncle Xu asked, "Young Master, what's wrong? Didn't you eat it?"
Bo Yiming's trembling little hand pointed at the empty baking tray.
Uncle Xu knew that the food had been eaten when they came in just now, so it was empty.
He hurriedly comforted her: "Although the young master cannot eat the first Madeleine made by the master, he can take the rest at will."
Bo Yiming collapsed: "Not only is it the first one! It's also the one that Big Daddy and Little Daddy ate together!"
Uncle Xu: “…”
Bo Yiming's handsome mixed-race face was full of sadness as he held a small shell dessert.
"And I, their lovely little son, am left alone to eat sweet Madeleines."
At this moment, the watch flashed.
Bo Yiming's eyes suddenly glowed like the screen of a watch: "Brother Xingxing!"
Uncle Xu: ...He was saved!
Bo Yiming complained to his younger brother Xingxing about the tragic incident of being "ostracized by his two fathers" tonight.
Uncle Xu quickly turned around to look for the dessert box, fearing that he would accidentally eat it all.
Bo Yiming took the opportunity to stuff one into his mouth, and his words were slurred.
"My little dad makes these delicious little soft shells."
There were only sixteen in total, and Uncle Xu finally put twelve into the dessert box.
After thinking about it, I decided to leave three for the young master.
Uncle Xu packed the dessert boxes and just as the aunts went into the kitchen to clean up, he walked away to give them a few instructions.
Bo Yiming, who was talking on the phone in the corner, said softly, "Brother Xingxing, wait a moment."
He walked forward quietly, quickly put the madeleine on a plate, placed it in the cabinet under the island, and put some other things in it.
When Uncle Xu came back and picked up the tray with the dessert box, he didn't feel anything was wrong at all.
"Young Master, why don't you go back to your room and talk on the phone."
"Hmm~" Bo Yiming quickly stepped forward and continued to mutter to Xingxing, all excited about going on the show the next day.
Uncle Xu thought to himself: It’s really nice that the young master has made such a good new friend whom he can call every day.
They both went up to the second floor, and he knocked on the door and entered the eldest young master's room.
Bo Yiming pushed the door open and went in to the little father's side.
He saw the little daddy leaning on the sofa in a daze, so he quickly walked over and lay on the edge of the sofa, looking up and asked: "Little daddy? Are you awake? Are you okay just now?"
Wen Cishu pinched his little face: "Thank you for your concern, baby. Daddy is fine."
——The bad one is your big daddy, who might be sent by the French Seventh Bureau. He’s very tight-lipped.
Bo Yiming pricked up one ear to listen to the noise next door, but heard nothing.
"Daddy, I need to go to the bathroom."
He stood up quickly with the help of the sofa, and walked to the screen with a hunched back.
"What's wrong?" Wen Cishu hurried over.
His son held his arm and he stood outside the screen, leaning sideways to listen without knowing what was going on.
Bo Tingyuan's room.
After Uncle Xu put down the dessert box, he opened the box very naturally when the eldest young master came over.
Then, the two of them looked at each other and saw several slices of lemon in the box at the same time.
The air was immediately filled with a sour smell.
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