Chapter 37 Matchmaking Does Youan have a partner?
The tidying up of the new house continued until nightfall.
It's hard for these young masters, who do nothing at home, but today they helped with a lot of work.
You An praised them by saying "You are really capable" and "I am sorry to bother you all", and one by one they rolled up their sleeves and worked hard to set up a swing and a miniature slide set in the yard.
If their parents saw this, they would hold Youan's hand affectionately and exclaim, "Dr. Rabbit has cured my son's laziness with his miraculous hands."
Of course, when it comes to dinner time, the group of people are really at a loss. Although their endless energy is useful, they dare not touch the delicate work of cooking.
Youan immediately became excited. How could he let the guests do it? He rubbed his hands excitedly and was ready to show off his rabbit skills.
Lancelot would be irresponsible to his own stomach if he hesitated for another second, so he pushed the man back onto the sofa with a smile.
You know, Quan Yi and the others would at most blow up the kitchen, while You An was directly researching biological weapons.
Finally, Lancelot ordered a private meal from a restaurant owned by Ji Qiao. More than ten dishes that were delicious and attractive filled the entire table, and he invited those guys who were clamoring like hungry wolves to come and eat.
Dishes like braised short ribs, braised prawns in red wine, and baked whitebait with vegetables are enough to pique your appetite, and there are also a few stir-fries that Youan particularly likes.
One dish features slices of marinated meat stir-fried with various mushrooms. The thinly sliced marinated meat, having released its fat, is rolled into translucent tubes and mixed with the glossy, plump, and tender mushrooms. The other dish is a simple stir-fried seasonal vegetable dish. It doesn't have any fancy seasonings, but it looks crisp and refreshing among the rich fish and meat, and it's quite refreshing.
In addition, Youan noticed that the crystal glasses in front of him and You Tuantuan contained two scoops of vanilla and honey ice cream, which were swaying and emitting cold white smoke.
He tilted his head and looked at it. Well, it was indeed very similar to his own animal form, but the dwarf rabbit still had a neck!
Youan raised his chin silently.
"Wow, it's quite rich."
Quan Yi smacked his lips, and after sitting down, he took the first step to pick up a piece of braised pork ribs covered with sauce and put it into his mouth, squinting his eyes in satisfaction.
He took a sip of his ice-cold beer, then suddenly remembered something and looked at Lancelot, who was sitting across from him. "Oh, by the way, your birthday is coming up in a couple of days, right? It happens to be a holiday, so how are you planning to celebrate this year? Throw a party or go somewhere for fun?"
Youan had just picked up a piece of peach cream pie with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth. Upon hearing this, he turned his head, his cheeks still slightly puffed, and looked at Lancelot who was standing beside him with a faint expression.
The birthday parties of the nobility were always lively, and the young master of the Vanser family was no exception.
However, when Lancelot was young, Granton was still in a period of reconstruction, and it was common for his parents to be busy and not return home for ten days or half a month. Occasionally, they would attend birthday parties, but it was rare for both of them to be present. Perhaps it was because of this that the rumors of illegitimate children had the opportunity to spread.
"Birthday..."
Lancelot propped his chin up and nonchalantly poked a decorative berry with his fork, a rare expression of indifference on his face. "No special plans, just find a place and get together casually."
The sounds of chewing and talking at the table became quieter, and everyone realized that this was not in line with his usual high-profile and flamboyant style.
It's not that he cares much about the past turmoil. Lancelot curled his ears back. He just felt that gathering all his parents and relatives together to hold a grand birthday party was as if he had to prove something to others.
Quan Yi didn't like the sudden tension in the atmosphere. He raised his head, finished his drink, and slammed the table to make a decision: "Alright, leave it to us. The birthday boy doesn't have to worry about the fun."
"Yes, yes, Lance, just wait to receive the gift!"
"You An, come too. I'll treat you to a big cake!"
As soon as the topic was brought up, the table became lively again. Everyone started to discuss what gifts to prepare, and comparisons were inevitable in their conversations.
Youan lowered his eyes as if thinking about something, listened quietly and ate, unknowingly finishing the mountain of food on his plate.
As soon as he put down his knife and fork, Lancelot turned his head and asked, "Are you full?"
You An nodded: "I'm full."
"I guess so." Lancelot reached out his hand, touched his bulging belly, and said with a smile, "Go ahead and play. You can try out the new swing while the people who can provide after-sales service are still here."
"Okay, take your time eating."
Youan was now like a standard metronome, burping every few seconds. He clapped his hands at You Tuantuan, waited for the little rabbit ball to fly into his arms obediently, and walked away with him "burping".
He gained some weight, and as he had not neglected his daily physical training, his figure became more upright and smooth, no longer as skinny and pale as at the beginning.
Lancelot smiled with satisfaction, twitched his ears lazily, and turned to show off to everyone that the nutritional recipe he had formulated was very effective.
Quan Yi frowned in disgust: "Lance, that's enough. Now you look like a vegetable farmer showing off his cabbage."
"He can also be a good and competent father." Enzo picked up the wine glass and let out a clear laugh.
Lancelot had long been immune to their teasing. He poured half a glass of wine into the empty glass, leaned back in his chair, and acted as if he didn't care what they said.
"Hey, I want to ask you something." Quan Yi seemed to suddenly remember something, changed his seat and sat next to him, lowering his voice mysteriously.
Lancelot held up his face and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What?"
"Regarding Youan's relationship..." Quan Yi raised his chin towards a rabbit playing on a swing outside the window. "Does he have a partner?"
Those who were originally chatting in low voices stopped talking, and many of them put down their knives and forks in twos and threes, turning their heads to look over with excitement and curiosity.
To be honest, Yuan is indeed the most popular freshman in Kagano now. Many people's eyes are on him. He receives many date invitations on weekdays. There are even seniors who are secretly inquiring about his whereabouts, hoping to have a pink encounter full of youthful atmosphere.
Unexpectedly, Lancelot, holding his wine glass, replied as a matter of course: "No, he doesn't look down on ordinary people."
There was a subtle hint of arrogance in his light tone.
"Oh..." Quan Yi replied in a drawn-out tone, then suddenly said cheerfully, "No, it just so happens that I have a cousin who has already graduated from Kagano, but he came back to watch the performance at the Rising Stars talent show, so you know... he's always wanted Youan to meet him."
The group of people immediately burst into laughter: "Quan Yi, when did you become a matchmaker?"
"Leave me alone." Quan Yi was embarrassed by the laughter. He grabbed the napkin and crumpled it into a ball, pretending to throw it. In the end, he turned his head and restrained his nonchalant look. He looked at Lancelot, "Lance, I'm serious. If you don't mind, I'll bring him to the birthday party in a few days so that Youan can meet him. After all, there's no harm in making friends."
Lancelot snorted with an ambiguous tone and shook the wine glass, causing the dark red liquid to sway on the wall of the glass.
He raised his eyes and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Of course it is possible, but your taste has never been very good..."
"Hey, hey, hey!" Quan Yi immediately exploded. "What's wrong with my judgment? He was an outstanding graduate of the Mechanical Engineering Department back then, and now works at the Mechanical Institute in Area B. He's young and promising! And he's not bad-looking, and has good character. If you don't believe me, just send someone to check..."
"That's right, Lance. Although Quan Yi is usually a bit unreasonable, he shouldn't act rashly when it comes to introducing someone to someone." A friend who is usually gentle tried to smooth things over with a smile.
Another mischievous voice followed, full of ridicule: "But why are you so picky? Just think of it as Youan meeting a new friend. You act like your treasure is about to be snatched away. If you don't know better, you'd think you're waiting to rob the company! Haha!"
The phrase "embezzlement" is like a small stone dropped into the water with a splash, which was originally just creating ripples.
The usual, somewhat arrogant sneer on Lancelot's lips froze instantly.
He subconsciously wanted to immediately retort "Nonsense", but when the words came to his lips, they seemed to be stuck in his throat.
The more he thought about it, the more awkward it became for him to "guard" behind Youan's back, and it seemed as if he was inexplicably guilty.
A brief silence stretched across the dinner table, and friends cast doubtful glances at him, with a touch of subtle embarrassment and inquiry.
Lancelot subconsciously glanced out the window. At this moment, he didn't know whether it was the wind or because he was too excited, but Youan's cheeks were flushed and his eyes were curved into crescents.
Noticing their gazes, Youan tilted his head hesitantly. "Why are you looking at me?" "Keep playing the music and dancing!"
Lancelot's throat rolled as the cold wine poured into his stomach. He put down the empty glass, and the bottom of the glass hit the table with a crisp sound, breaking the silence at the table.
He pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing an arc that was not quite a smile, and his voice was a bit deliberately relaxed: "Okay, then invite your cousin over, after all, he is our senior."
"Oh, so you agree! Don't worry, he must be in good condition..." Quan Yi smiled and wanted to continue speaking, but someone suddenly kicked him under the table.
He turned his head and glared back, only to find that it was Enzo who was winking at him.
Quan Yi narrowed his eyes and spent three seconds deciphering the signal. He instantly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and patted his chest to indicate, "Brother, don't worry, don't rush me."
He turned back and said to Lancelot, "I'll send a message right away!"
Lancelot's wagging tail suddenly hit the chair leg for fear of hitting it, but he still smiled and said, "It's up to you."
Quan Yi smiled and waved his hands: "It's just a small matter, leave it to me!"
Enzo couldn't bear it anymore, so he picked up the water glass and took a sip, rolling his eyes and cursing inwardly, "What an idiot you are to be able to enter a museum."
At the same time, You An had enough fun on the swing and went upstairs with You Tuantuan in his arms.
The second floor is quite large. In addition to the bedroom, there is also a separate study and workshop. All the equipment I brought has been stuffed in, and I haven't had time to organize them yet.
Yuan was not here to clean up his little things, he just needed a quiet place to think about what birthday gift to prepare for Lancelot.
Gems, crystal cores, limited edition aircraft... these things are beyond his spending range. Even if he gave them away, they would not be a novelty for a noble like Lancelot.
"Brother, why are you pulling my ears?" You Tuantuan looked at him curiously.
Euan sighed, "Because I can't think of a suitable gift for Lancelot."
"Hmm... Mr. Fox, do you like to see performances?" You Tuantuan hugged his toy bucket and lay on the table. He used his four little paws to push the bucket hard and rolled it over. He tilted his head and suggested seriously, "If you don't like this, I can also perform a backflip!"
Youan: “…” That’s not necessary.
He thought anxiously for a while, found his thick design album and flipped through it, and decided to do some handicraft work that he was good at.
You Tuantuan, whose proposal was rejected, shook his head regretfully, took out many metal parts from the toolbox, sorted them into small buckets, and pushed them with his head as usual, pushing them towards Youan's hands with a clatter.
When Lancelot pushed the door open, Youan was bent over the table, concentrating on drawing something with a pen and a metal ruler. Even You Tuantuan was like a diligent rabbit-shaped ruler, stretching his legs and lying in the middle of the drawing, pressing the edge with his furry belly.
It has to be said that when Youan was concentrating on some important matters, he was so completely immersed in it that he didn't notice a figure slowly approaching him.
Until the crimson hair gently scratched the tip of his furry ear, Youan was suddenly startled, and reflexively bent his elbow and bumped back -
“Tsk!”
Lancelot almost instinctively dodged to the side, because if he had been half a second later, he might have remained a virgin for the rest of his life.
Youan turned his head in surprise: "Lancelot?"
Although he was the one who had the malicious intention of deliberately scaring others, Lancelot still couldn't help but sneer: "You are really good. You use all the tricks you learned on me."
"Who told you to suddenly and quietly appear behind me? This is your fault." You An quickly folded the blueprint and held it down with You Tuantuan. Before the other party could look at him, he changed the subject and asked, "Aren't you still chatting with Quan Yi and the others? Why are you here?"
"They've already left." Lancelot glanced at his desk and said casually, "I just came to tell you that there's a housekeeping robot cleaning downstairs, so you don't have to clean up."
"Oh..." You An touched the tip of his nose in frustration. "I thought you guys were going to play for a while longer. You should have called me in advance. I haven't even said thank you to everyone yet."
"No need."
Lancelot drank a lot of wine and fell directly on the sofa.
He stretched out his long legs comfortably, crossing them casually on the footstool. The voice that escaped from his throat was a little deeper and hoarse than usual. "It's not like there won't be opportunities in the future."
The room became quiet, with only the faint sounds of the housekeeping robot and soft breathing coming from downstairs.
Youan looked at Lancelot who looked particularly "powerless" on the sofa. His handsome and deep outline softened a lot under the warm yellow floor lamp. His furry tail hung down and the tip of the tail shook gently twice. Perhaps because of the alcohol, his whole body even revealed a bit of defenseless temptation.
"Do you need me to clean up the other bedroom?" Youan hesitated for a moment, then asked.
He felt that Lancelot was incapable of flying a flying vehicle in this condition.
Lancelot finally opened his eyelids, his green olive eyes misted with alcohol, and he looked at Youan with a slow concentration.
He seemed to be a beat slow to react, and then he shook his head: "No, I'll go back later."
"Are you sure?" You An thought about the distance to Vanser Manor and estimated, "But... it's still quite far, right?
Lancelot raised his eyebrows, as if he was amused by Euan's serious and worried expression, or perhaps the alcohol amplified some of his emotions, and he let out a low chuckle.
"Give me a hand."
Youan stretched out his hand and let the other party grab his wrist to help him stand up, and then he was pushed to the window.
Lancelot brushed aside the curtains and motioned for Youan to look out the window at a small, exquisite building that stood just a stone's throw away in the night. His voice was filled with a subtle sense of pride and laziness: "What's so far? I live next door."
The house had a striking red roof and could be clearly seen under the streetlights. It was separated from the small building where Youan lived by only a well-tended flower garden and a low fence.
Youan was completely stunned, with his eyes wide open, pinching a distance with his fingers and gesturing back and forth.
Wow, so close!
Lancelot looked at his childish behavior, a very happy arc appeared at the corner of his lips, and the drunkenness seemed to dissipate a little.
"Although we can't be roommates during the holidays...but being neighbors is not bad either." Lancelot raised his eyebrows and patted Youan's calf with his fox tail with a smile, "Isn't that right?"
The night wind blew in through the gaps in the window, ruffling the curtains, and the sound of the robot cleaning downstairs seemed to fade away.
Youan stood by the window, looking at the red-roofed house just a few feet away, then turned back to look at Lancelot, who was standing beside him with a smile on his face and eyes brighter than usual, and his heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
A kind of secret joy quietly spread in his heart.
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