Chapter 93 My brother cried and said he loved me

The living room is well-lit, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides allow people to overlook the entire city.

The temperature outside dropped a lot in September. The sky outside the window was very blue, with almost no clouds.

The large white leather sofa is covered with a soft creamy white handmade wool blanket, and the air-conditioning in the room is at a suitable temperature, making it very comfortable.

A young man in casual clothes was half leaning on the sofa, wearing glasses that he rarely used, and reading the newspaper in his hand carefully.

The young man wore a soft long-sleeved shirt on his upper body and casual black trousers, which made him look more gentle.

The white round-toe slippers were in a cute chiikawa design, and Yu Cheng bought them at some unknown time.

Fu Yian rarely dressed so casually, and he had never prepared such casual clothes. Now his wardrobe was entirely taken care of by Yu Cheng, and even Yu Cheng helped him get dressed in the morning.

Fu Yian read all the news in recent days. After briefly understanding the latest policy trends, he picked up his phone and replied to a few emails.

After sending the message, Fu Yian unconsciously looked at Yu Cheng's back who was busy in the kitchen.

The pink apron he wore last time was worn out after that night.

And what Yu Cheng is wearing now is a very formal black leather apron.

Fu Yian was a little distracted, and always felt that with Yu Cheng's figure, he might be more seductive in that dress.

After this thought came to his mind, Fu Yian cursed himself in his heart.

How could he think of such dirty things?

Fu Yian had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but no sign of it showed on his face. He just sat quietly on the sofa and watched Yu Cheng's actions.

Yu Cheng seems to like making things by himself. The handicrafts at home and the flowers on the balcony are much more elegant than his lifestyle.

He always cooks simply, as long as the food is edible, and spends most of his time in the company cafeteria.

Yu Cheng is obviously such a busy person, and I don’t know how he has the time to learn so many cooking skills, even making Western pastries.

Fu Yian was slightly distracted as he watched Yu Cheng actually spreading cream on the cake base.

He didn't realize at all that Yu Cheng had seen his distracted look from his work.

Yu Cheng made a simple icing on the cake, with a smile on his lips, and took out the refrigerated pudding on the other side and placed it on the cream for decoration.

The cake was not big, only four inches, which was obviously not enough for the two of them.

However, Yu Cheng took out six exquisite cupcakes from the oven.

The moment the oven door is opened, a rich, sweet aroma fills the entire dining room.

Fu Yian's eyes moved to the small cupcake. Although he never ate snacks, he suddenly wanted to try it.

In Yu Cheng's eyes, Fu Yian was like a kitten whose attention had been drawn. His self-proclaimed covert observation movements were very obvious to his owner.

Yu Cheng untied her apron, held the tray and brought the cake to Fu Yian, then turned to look at Fu Yian.

Fu Yian noticed him coming, sat up slightly, and looked at the email on his mobile phone with dignity.

When Yu Cheng looked at him, he raised his eyes as if inadvertently and met Yu Cheng's eyes.

Looking at his brother's cute movements, Yu Cheng could hardly suppress the smile on his lips. He cleared his throat and said, "Brother, stop looking. Do you want to taste my cooking skills?"

Fu Yian nodded lightly and reached out to take the tempting little cake on the tray.

Just when her fingertips were about to touch the cake, Yu Cheng suddenly pressed the back of her hand.

"Brother, how about playing a game?"

Fu Yian looked at Yu Cheng hesitantly: "What?"

Yu Cheng pointed at six small cupcakes and held up two fingers. "Among these six cupcakes, two have paper strips stuck under the cups."

"If you choose the cup with the note, then you have to agree to the request on the note as a reward for me making you a small cake, okay?"

Fu Yi'an's business sense made him speak calmly and tried to argue: "I didn't ask you to make the cake."

"Brother, can you bear to let my love go to waste?"

Fu Yian glared at him, always feeling that Yu Cheng was up to no good.

"It's all a token of my appreciation, why do I have to pay for it?"

"What I collected was not the fee, but my brother's love for me."

Yu Cheng blinked innocently.

"If my brother doesn't agree, the cake won't smell good when it gets cold."

The baked cupcakes are very small, about one bite long, and they cool down very quickly.

Fu Yian's eyes flickered as he pondered, "Only two notes?"

Yu Cheng nodded.

Fu Yian looked at the six cakes. With a one-third probability, even if he stepped on a trap, he wouldn’t get all of them, right?

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Yian picked up a cake in one hand.

Just as the cake was picked up, two pieces of paper stacked in a square shape fell out from the bottom of the small cake.

Fu Yian’s face turned dark.

Yu Chengyang smiled widely.

Fu Yian quickly stuffed the two cakes in his hand into Yu Cheng's mouth and said coldly: "You are eating it now. In fact, I just chose it for you. Now you have to choose your own."

There was a cake stuffed in one side of Yu Cheng's mouth, and his cheeks were bulging in the shape of the cake. His eyes were wide open in a daze, and half of the paper shell was still stuck to the corner of his mouth.

Then Fu Yian picked up the two cakes in the middle with confidence.

But surprisingly, the moment Fu Yian picked up the cakes, two pieces of paper fell out from under the two cakes.

Fu Yian looked at Yu Cheng in disbelief, his eyes clearly showing "How could you do such a thing?"

Yu Cheng slowly swallowed the cake in his mouth and looked at Fu Yi'an innocently: "Brother, have you finished choosing this time?"

Fu Yian gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you say there were only two?"

Yu Cheng said obediently: "Only two were marked."

Fu Yian held the cake, and it was not right for him to put it down or choose another one. He could only eat it indifferently.

The soft and sweet cake base is filled with sweet and sour jam, and a layer of fragrant cream is spread on top.

I have to say that Yu Cheng’s cooking skills are really good, and every flavor is just right.

Yu Cheng took away the remaining two cakes, and two pieces of paper fell out as well.

He fed the cake to Fu Yian, and then obediently opened each note.

Six slips of paper were arranged on the tray, and coincidentally, the two middle slips had a few lines of small words written on them.

The other four are all blank.

Fu Yian glared at him: "You did it on purpose."

Yu Cheng looked innocent: "My brother gave it to me for free."

Wasn't it Yu Cheng's words that misled him?

Fu Yian sat on the sofa with his arms folded, not even looking at the other tempting cream cake on the table.

Yu Cheng picked up the two small pieces of paper and placed them in front of Fu Yian, "Brother, this is just my small wish..."

Fu Yian turned his head to look to the other side, and Yu Cheng moved the note towards the direction of his gaze.

No matter where he looked, Yu Cheng followed him, and he could only see the two notes.

After turning it several times, Fu Yian had no choice but to look at the words on the paper.

"My brother is my cake plate."

"My brother cried and said he loved me."

The slender white fingers ruthlessly snatched the two notes away.

Fu Yian crumpled the piece of paper in his hand into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"What note? I didn't see it."

He didn't even want to think about what Yu Cheng meant by the cake plate.

Yu Cheng picked up the cream cake he had specially made, and looked at Fu Yian expectantly with his dark eyes.

"Brother, please..."

"The cake my brother fed me must be sweeter."