Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

It was obviously a very ordinary conversation, but Yu Lao had no idea what he was thinking about and his throat rolled uncontrollably.

He reached out and gently rubbed Xingchen's belly.

Xingchen was rubbed very comfortably. He squinted his eyes like a lazy cat, relaxed his body and lay on his back comfortably.

He laughed and teased Yu Lao with a smile on his face.

"If you can't knead it, you'll still be hungry."

Yu Luo lowered his head and kissed him, "Get up and wash up first, I'll have someone bring you food."

When Xing Chen heard this, he rolled over and lay on the pillow, looking at Yu Lao with sharp eyes.

"Yu Lao, you don't know how to cook?"

Yu Lao looked at him and nodded slightly after a while.

Xing Chen suddenly became excited and said enthusiastically: "Then I'll cook it for you."

Yu Lao was stunned for a moment, trying to awaken Xing Chen's self-awareness.

"can you cook?"

Xing Chen said without hesitation: "I can, I have done it."

He was about to jump out of bed and shouted, "Come on, tell me what you want to eat."

Yu Lao quickly grabbed him into his arms.

"Be good and don't make trouble."

Xing Chen turned his head to look at him and asked curiously, "How can you make a fuss while cooking?"

Yu Lao didn't know how to explain that when he was monitoring people, he did not miss the dish that Xing Chen made for Gu's parents.

Pity the parents of the world.

The two old people looked at a plate of burnt paste and could praise their son without changing their expressions, saying that he had not only grown up and become sensible, but also could cook.

The term "being able to cook" actually has a very vague boundary. After all, cooking a bunch of paste will not kill people.

Faced with a table full of delicacies that day, the two old men rushed to share the plate of porridge before Xing Chen could even pick up his chopsticks.

This made Xing Chen feel that his cooking was just a little bit awful in appearance, but the taste was quite good.

He does have some talent for cooking!

Xing Chen is now full of confidence.

"I just thought that you were hungry and didn't have the energy to cook. You can wait until you are full before cooking." Yu Lao said gently.

Xing Chen blinked, feeling that what he said was correct, but also that something seemed wrong.

Yu Lao didn't give him another chance to think carefully and directly diverted his attention.

"Shall I carry you to take a shower?" Yu Lao pointed to the bathroom.

"do not want!"

Xing Chen was indeed shocked, and immediately threw the idea of ​​cooking out of his mind. He struggled to get up from Yu Lao's arms.

"Don't hug me all the time. Do you understand that distance creates beauty? I have grown legs."

He muttered to himself as he ran to the bathroom without looking back.

Yu Lao watched him close the door before reluctantly looking away and taking out his cell phone to have the food delivered.

Xing Chen washed up quickly, and when he came out he changed into a soft cotton T-shirt, which made his face look even softer.

He rubbed his eyes and muttered, "My eyes are swollen indeed."

"come over."

Yu Lao sat on the sofa and patted his side to motion Xing Chen to sit over there.

He held an ice cube wrapped in a towel in his hand, testing the temperature. "Lie down, I'll apply it to you."

Xing Chen lay down on the sofa and rested his head on his thighs.

Looking at him from the bottom up.

"Yu Lao, you are as considerate as the snail girl."

"Then can I keep you here?"

Xing Chen's pupils suddenly shrank.

He knew clearly that there was no other meaning behind such a question. He probably just wanted Gu Xingchen to be his boyfriend and stay by his side forever.

But Xing Chen couldn't help but think of himself.

He avoided Yu Lao's gaze as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile, "It depends on your performance."

Yu Lao gently pressed the ice cubes on his eye sockets and stroked his face with his hands.

"It looks like she's crying a lot."

Xing Chen closed his eyes comfortably, nodded and said "hmm" to show his agreement, and then made a condemnation.

"Isn't it because you bullied me so badly?"

As soon as he said it, Xing Chen regretted it and almost slapped himself in the mouth.

What nonsense are you talking about for no reason!

Yu Lao's fingertips lingered down, carefully copying his lips.

"Willn't it be like crying every day from now on?"

Yu Lao moved slowly, and his deep voice was less cold and more gentle.

Xing Chen closed his eyes and couldn't see his face, and almost had the illusion that Yu Lao's expression at this moment was one of deep tenderness.

"Tsk, brother, you think too much."

"Ah."

Xing Chen said slowly: "Just think about it, you can think whatever you want, as long as you don't tell me, I won't bother with you."

“I have always been one with knowledge and action.”

Xing Chen said, "Tsk, I always kick people when I'm unhappy."

Yu Lao paused, and when Xing Chen thought that he had no words to say about his cruelty, he heard him say in his originally cold and low voice:

"It will make you feel good."

Xing Chen: “…”

Yu Lao: "Don't worry."

You ask me to be at ease, but I definitely can't be at ease.

Xing Chen gritted his teeth, "Yu Lao, there must be a lot of people secretly cursing you behind your back."

"What are you scolding me for?"

"I'm calling you an unreasonable bastard. I'm going to call you names for all your ancestors."

"Oh."

"Oh what? People scold you like that, and you're not angry?"

"They scolded me like that because I took advantage of them. I deserved the scolding."

"...You have a pretty good attitude."

"After all, it's a good deal."

"..."

Xing Chen tore the ice off his eyes, stood up and threw it into Yu Lao's arms, then walked towards the restaurant in a rage.

Taking advantage, taking advantage, I am taking advantage of your ancestors eight times over.

"I already said I'm hungry, are you going to starve me to death?"

He planned to find a reason to have a big quarrel with Yu Lao, but when he arrived at the restaurant, he saw a table full of steaming dishes that had just been served.

The two chefs, who were dressed immaculately, set the table and bowed politely to him when he came out, then closed the door and left without saying a word.

So sensible.

"I'm not that hungry, so there's no need to rush so fast."

It’s a bit of a shame that we can’t have an argument or anything.

Yu Lao followed behind him, and seeing that he was standing still, he came over and took him to the table to sit down.

“I wasn’t used to living with others, so I bought the downstairs for the cook and the maid.

So from now on, just tell me what you want to eat and we’ll make it and serve it to you.”

Xing Chen rolled his eyes. Not used to living with others?

You are used to catching me alone and making fun of me!

He responded expressionlessly, "Oh."

Yu Lao picked up a piece of grilled eel and put it on Xing Chen's plate. Seeing that he still looked unhappy, he leaned over to coax him in a gentle voice.

“Of course, no matter how delicious their food is, it’s far inferior to Xing Chen’s intention to cook for me.”

Xing Chen turned his head and looked at him, "Hehe."

Who are you trying to fool by bringing a chef with you when you go abroad for a few days?

"real."

"Will you eat it if I make it?"

"eat."

"Don't you dislike it?"

"I don't mind," Yu Lao held his hand and said sincerely, "I'll eat it if you cook it, but the fumes are stinking, it would be bad if Xing Chen gets spoiled, so it's better not to touch it since it's dirty."

Xing Chen: “….”

Get, get, get. The gods don’t care about the mistakes of mortals.

Stay calm, we are all just passing by.

Xing Chen kept his mouth shut while he ate. Yu Lao sat beside him and silently picked up some food for him.

Yu Lao’s cooking skills were quite good and he knew Xing Chen’s preferences very well. Xing Chen accepted all the food and ate two large bowls of rice.

After rinsing his mouth after eating, he stood up, looked in the mirror, then at his stomach, and began to regret it.

No, if I continue eating at this rate, it won’t just be my eyes that will be swollen.

Xing Chen strolled around the house, opened the rooms one by one and looked around, and found Yu Lao's study. Next to the study was the gym.

The room is fully equipped with fitness equipment, and Xingchen is running on the treadmill.

Everything else is set according to Yu Lao's standards, so he should just take it easy with his weak body.

I had only run for two minutes when Yu Lao came in and turned off the treadmill.

"What?"

Xing Chen pinched his waist, stood on the machine and looked at him angrily.

"I just finished eating, let's take a half-hour break."

"Yu Lao, has no one ever told you that you're annoying?"

"No."

"Ah."

Yu Lao sighed softly, his eyes filled with helplessness.

"You're the only one I'm bothered with."

Xing Chen: "Then I am really miserable."

"Really miserable?"

Yu Lao frowned and stood on the treadmill to block him inside.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Xing Chen wanted to bend down and run from the bottom, but Yu Lao reached out and pulled him into his arms.

"You heard wrong."

"Oh?"

"I mean, what a lucky guy."

Yu Lao leaned forward and slowly pressed towards him. Xing Chen leaned back to avoid him while raising his hands to push him away.

"You just said that you can't exercise after eating!"

Yu Lao pinched his lower back and pressed him tightly against himself, his eyebrows raised slightly when he heard the words.

"It's okay, you don't have to move."