"Why."
Yang Anchen resisted the urge to rub his head, and responded with a handsome frown, calling him "Brother Anchen."
Zhao Fangchu was not deep at all, and his face could not hide anything. The speed at which he changed his expression was so fast that even Yang Donghu was amazed.
The Zhang Mansion is not in the downtown area, and there are not many people coming and going at the door. Yang Donghu is an experienced person. He and Zhao Luochuan have been together for a year and they still felt uncomfortable when they parted. Not to mention Zhao Fangchu, who he just took to heart, and he wanted to see him every day.
Anyway, they were not acquaintances, so it was just a few words. What could be a big deal? The two people didn't pay any attention to him at all, as if there was no one around.
Ever since Yang Anchen knew that the two of them had expressed their feelings to each other, Zhang Lanzhen finally relaxed. She completely changed from her depressed look of the past few days, and was smiling all day long, as cheerful as spring breeze.
"So it's you two who are here. I was wondering if the young lady and young master were so distracted while studying. It seems they were distracted by the snacks you two brought. Give them a few more slaps on the wrist."
"Among the snacks I promised to make for Miss Baoyu, today is the day to deliver the cakes to the restaurant, so it's just right that they were delivered together."
When Zhao Fangchu talked to people, his face was as red as the clouds last night. Yang Donghu laughed at him in his heart for being so useless, but his expression did not change at all.
Before Yang Anchen had feelings for Zhao Fangchu, he only felt that he was a playful and handsome boy, no different from other people. But since he only had eyes for him, his heart couldn't help but beat fast every time they met, and he would be satisfied with just a few more words.
"So you're going back?"
Zhao Fangchu nodded: "Yes, mother is waiting for us to go back for dinner."
"Okay, I'll take you there." He pulled over the cart that the two of them had parked at the door.
Yang Anchen racked his brains to spend more time with Zhao Fangchu. He also knew that now was not a good time to spend time with the young man. After he finished speaking, he added: "Just send him to the main road. There are a lot of people on the street. I will come back after we leave the town."
Yang Donghu's eyes flickered between the two of them, and when he met Zhao Fangchu's hopeful gaze, he began to tease her and said in a feigned embarrassment, "Hmm...is this okay?"
"Brother Dong," Zhao Fangchu quietly tugged at his sleeve, his voice soft but anxious, "Is there anything wrong, Brother Dong?"
"What are you in such a hurry for?" Yang Donghu couldn't help laughing and thanked Yang Anchen: "Then I'll trouble you, Brother Yang."
"It's okay, let's go." Yang Anchen made a polite gesture and let the young man walk in front of him.
Because someone was following them, Yang Donghu whispered to Zhao Fangchu even more quietly than when they came: "I just told you to be reserved, but look at that look in Brother Yang's eyes. You'll be taken advantage of in the future. It's better for you two to see each other less often, otherwise you'll be deceived in a few words."
Zhao Fangchu weakly defended himself: "I'm not, I'm just still haunted by what happened last time. It makes me feel more at ease having him around, right?"
"How could I not know what you're thinking? It's normal to want to see you every day, but you're a boy after all. It's not good for others to see you, even in the future. Just talk, but don't do anything out of the ordinary."
Zhao Fangchu was still naive, and when he heard what he said, he quickly shushed him: "Shh, I know, I know, Dong brother, please stop talking. I'm embarrassed."
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything."
Yang Anchen fell behind by a few steps without knowing when, but when he caught up again, he had two more bowls of water chestnut syrup in his hands.
Water chestnuts are cheap in the hot summer. When boiled in water, they become sticky and taste a bit like rice dumplings made with fermented glutinous rice. However, to relieve the heat, they are mixed with cold soy milk. It is not as thirst-quenching as mung bean water, but it is more fragrant.
"It's hot, let's have a bowl of water chestnut noodles to cool down first. We still have to walk a bit before we get back."
It was awkward for the two of them to refuse each other because they were all acquaintances. Yang Donghu thanked them and took the water chestnut noodles to taste. The taste was quite special.
Zhao Fangchu loved to eat water chestnut noodles, especially since it was handed to him by his sweetheart, he felt that the water chestnut noodles were delicious even more. The moment he took the bowl, his fingers and Yang Anchen's fingers accidentally touched each other. Neither of them was a frivolous person, and this unintentional action made their hearts beat like drums.
After finally getting rid of the unspeakable thoughts in his heart, Zhao Fangchu forgot the taste of something delicious right after eating it for the first time.
Because of this delay, I had to walk faster on the way back, otherwise Zhu Cuilan would nag me again when I got home.
Yang Anchen said that he would send them to the main road and then go back to town. In fact, the two boys walked for a long way on the main road, and only turned back reluctantly after their figures could no longer be seen.
Fortunately, Zhu Cuilan had not yet prepared dinner when he returned. Yang Donghu sent the cart back to the yard and put the money he had earned today together with all the family savings.
Holding the purse in his hand, he inexplicably thought of his wedding date two months later, and he felt the fear and anticipation of an unmarried young man.
He hid the purse at the bottom of the clothes closet and covered it with clothes. He made sure that nothing unusual could be seen from the outside before going out to eat in the yard next door.
There was no one at home, so the two puppies went to destroy Zhu Cuilan's yard. She was not as soft-hearted as Yang Donghu. Zhao Fangchu had just arrived home when he saw the little fat dog stepping on a pepper seedling in the vegetable garden. Zhu Cuilan pulled it out and slapped it hard. The puppy saw Zhao Fangchu and whimpered in grievance, hiding behind him and refusing to come out.
Zhao Fangchu protected the puppy behind him like a calf, and couldn't help but retort to Zhu Cuilan: "It's just a seedling. It's still young and naive."
"It's not sensible. Are you sensible? If you keep saying anything, I'll beat you too."
The other puppy saw Yang Donghu running towards him happily with his short legs, wagging his tail quickly.
"I don't know what's wrong with these two puppies. They always want to run into the vegetable patch. Yesterday they chewed up the melon vines in the yard, and today they're destroying the vegetable seedlings."
Yang Donghu picked up the puppy while complaining and tickled the exposed soft belly with his fingers.
Zhao Fangchu just thought the puppies were amusing. He looked up and smiled: "The puppies will understand when they grow up. They won't understand anything I say to them now. There's still time to teach them after a month."
The old lady originally wanted to help Zhu Cuilan, but it was hot in the kitchen, so Zhu Cuilan didn't let her in and asked her to sit in the shade and rest.
The two boys were playing happily with the puppy. Suddenly, the old lady said, "Why don't you two come up with a name for the puppy? It's hard to tell which one is which when they keep barking."
I have been so busy these two days that I forgot about this matter. Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu thought about it hard, but Zhao Fangchu came up with an idea first.
He held up the chubby little dog in his hand and said with a smile, "Why don't I call this a dumpling? Look at its belly. Doesn't it look like the big-bellied dumplings my mother makes?"
Before Yang Donghu could say anything, he heard Zhu Cuilan's disdainful voice coming from the kitchen: "You only care about eating. Dumplings? I also want pies. I think calling him Xiao Fangchu is the most appropriate. You two look alike."
"Mom, you always scold me." Zhao Fangchu grumbled in dissatisfaction: "Just call me, suck, suck, dumpling."
"Auntie's name sounds pretty good, so let's call this one Da Bing. A humble name is easier to support."
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