let me blow it for you

A small dark head poked in through the open door, suddenly breaking the quiet and blushing atmosphere of the room: "Uncle, Uncle Xiao Zhang...it's 11:30."

I jumped up in shock and woke up like a dream: "I'm sorry! Jingyang, you must be hungry...I'm going to cook now!" After saying that, I ran out quickly.

Mr. Lu, who was thrown down in the room, sat up and stared at Lu Jingyang with his dark eyes for a few seconds. There was no change in his expression, but the little boy shuddered.

Oops... Uncle seems to be unhappy.It's really not his fault, it was Dad who asked him to call someone.

Before coming here, Mr. Lu told me not to bring anything, saying that there are here.I opened the large double-door refrigerator a little apprehensively, and then I choked up—it really has everything, and the ingredients I want to get for daily cooking are all stuffed to the brim.

Does anyone still cook at home? Mr. Lu certainly doesn't, but Lu Xiao doesn't look like a cook either.

I thought about it, selected a few ingredients, and went into the kitchen to start cutting and preparing.

It's getting late, so hurry up, so I didn't choose any complicated dishes.It can be delicious even if it is simple. The delicacies of mountains and seas must be eaten every day by the family who is not short of money.

I don't know when, a big guy came in from behind, Mr. Lu stood in the kitchen where his aura was out of tune, he insisted on lingering behind me.

"What's so good about being smoky... You go out and stay, just wait for dinner with Jingyang, and standing here prevents me from doing things." My hands are constantly busy, and my mind is not very It was enough, and he dismissed Mr. Lu casually, without any sense of courtesy to his boss.

"I'll help you." There was a moment of silence behind him, and he said.

I was a little moved when I heard that, it seems that Mr. Lu still understands the hardships of people's livelihood.But, does this kind of pampered rich man know how to wash vegetables or peel garlic?

"No need, you go and wait, I'm not as familiar with these things as you are?" I couldn't help but grinned and looked back at him.

But Mr. Lu stood still, and just looked at me, with a posture of insisting that Qingshan would not let go.

I really don't understand how rich people think, maybe they want to experience life, so I have to pick up some simple jobs and let him do it.

It's rare to see Mr. Lu, who is cold and tough, a little clumsy but serious, and I feel a little soft joy in my heart. I can't explain it clearly.

It's just that during the cooking process, I always faintly feel that there is a direct line of sight behind me, which is really embarrassing.

With the help of Mr. Lu, the food was finally served on the table before one o'clock.Four dishes and one soup, curry potato chicken, fried cashew nuts with celery, Cantonese cabbage core in oyster sauce, sweet and sour pork ribs, and stewed milky asparagus soup.

"Time is short, I just made a few home-cooked dishes, and you can make do with it." I served the last dish on the table, a little embarrassed.

Although the dishes may seem crude to the rich, the taste should still be guaranteed... and judging from Xiao Jingyang's glowing eyes, the dishes probably won't be disliked.

Everyone added food to the table, Lu Xiao glanced at the dishes on the table, smelled the smell and smiled: "Xiao Zhang is better at cooking than I thought... I thought Xiao Yao was bragging to me before."

I lowered my head to pick up the rice, and looked at the calm and composed Mr. Lu next to me with a little shame. What did he usually say about me at home?

After the food was served, everyone couldn't care less about talking, especially Lu Jingyang's little classmate, who had chicken legs in his left hand and pork ribs in his right, and his mouth was full of oil and glee.

"Jingyang, pay attention to table etiquette." Lu Xiao reminded in a calm voice, Jingyang seemed to be quite afraid of his father, so he obediently put the things in his hand back into the bowl, and went to wipe his mouth and wash his hands.

After a meal, the wind swept away, and there was not much food left.The chef was very happy to be supported, and I stood up contentedly, picked up the dishes and went to wash.Mr. Lu answered the phone and seemed to have something to deal with, so he didn't follow up and went into the room to work.

The house is well lit, and the afternoon sun shines in from the facing windows when washing dishes.It is spring now, the sun is bright and warm, and the warm water from washing dishes flows on the back of the hand and the white porcelain bowl, which is very pleasant.

This is Mr. Lu's home.

If you think about it carefully, if it is more tender, it can be regarded as a suitable place to live for a long time.

My mind wandered too far while washing the dishes, and I felt the corner of my clothes being torn.Looking down, he saw Lu Jingyang with a serious face.

"It's Xiao Jingyang, what's the matter?" I couldn't help teasing him.

Lu Jingyang took a deep breath, hesitated to speak, and finally said solemnly as if he had made a decision: "Uncle Zhang, I think you are very good, and your cooking is also very good."

"Well, thank you." I laughed.

"But I also like uncle very much."

"So, I think it's not impossible for you to accompany uncle." The little guy said to himself, with a slightly troubled expression on his face.

"You must take good care of uncle, otherwise my father and I will be very angry."

"You can't leave uncle. After being with you, uncle is much happier than before. Hush, this is our little secret. Don't tell uncle and dad." The eyes are full of seriousness.

I stared blankly at the little guy, feeling overwhelmed by this long confession.Am I thinking too much or... Does Xiao Jingyang really understand what it means to be together at this age?Does he mean that Mr. Lu is only my friend?

"Jingyang, what are you doing?" A voice sounded from the kitchen door.

"I have a few words with Uncle Zhang..." Lu Jingyang stuck out his tongue as if he had caused trouble.

"It's time, go take a nap." Lu Xiao said sternly.

"Got it." The little boy rubbed his eyes and left.

Knowing that Lu Xiao hadn't left yet, my actions of washing the dishes were a little unnatural.Although I have a good impression of this big brother, I just can't help but have a feeling of respect and fear for him.Like little Jingyang.

"Children are ignorant, did they talk nonsense to you?" Lu Xiao asked lightly, leaning on the door frame.

"No, Xiao Jingyang is quite smart and well-behaved, he is a good boy."

Lu Xiao looked at me for a while, then said calmly: "Actually, I can probably guess what he said..."

I felt my spine go stiff.Children don't understand, what about adults?

"I have nothing else to say, and I don't want to interfere with you two. Xiaoyao has his own life." Lu Xiao continued as if he didn't notice, "I just hope that you can think about everything clearly, and talk to Xiaoyao. Treat this relationship in the same way. Don't be sorry for him. Although Xiaoyao's face is a little cold, his heart has always been soft, and he is a worthy person."

Feelings... What feelings?

The things that I have been comforting myself for a long time seem to be unavoidably surging at this time.Something, it seems, has been misunderstood from the start.

"Brother Lu, I don't quite understand these words. Could it be... aren't Mr. Lu and I good friends?" My tongue seemed to be my own, and it was extremely difficult to say a few words.

Lu Xiao was obviously taken aback, then frowned: "You just see him as a friend?"

"No... I... Don't Mr. Lu think the same way?"

The person in front of him frowned even deeper: "There's never been anything between you two?"

When I asked this question, my memory involuntarily drifted back to the night when we first met, and my face burned up.Although it was indeed "something", it was just a drunken misunderstanding, and Mr. Lu didn't mention anything afterwards, as if he had completely forgotten about it, so I couldn't think about it any more.Other than that... except for his speech and behavior, which sometimes confuses me, Mr. Lu seems to have said nothing.

But about the previous incident, does Lu Xiao know?No no no, impossible.

"We have always...befriended each other." It is clearly true, but why did my mouth feel bitter when I said it?

Moreover, I was the one who agonized over this matter for a while afterward but did not receive any explanation. Why did Lu Xiao look like I was sorry for Mr. Lu?

"When things come to this, don't think about anything else. I just want to ask you one last thing." Lu Xiao quickly collected his emotions, his sharp eagle eyes fixed on mine, as if he wanted to look into my heart, "from the beginning At the end... have you ever liked Xiao Yao?"

Things went beyond my thinking one after another, and finally this blockbuster made me dizzy even more.

like……?Before this kind of thing, I had never thought about it, dared not think about it, never thought about it like this.

But first of all, judging from the inside and outside meaning of Lu Xiao's words, does Mr. Lu like me?Is the premise of all these questions based on Mr. Lu's liking?

It's all at this juncture, but I can't understand myself, why I care more about the latter question.

"I... didn't think about it that way..." My heart was so messed up that I couldn't even see clearly, I murmured unconsciously under the panic.

"Haven't thought about it?" Another voice, which I am extremely familiar with, suddenly cut in.

As always, the tone of voice was calm, but it was hoarse as if he had lost his voice for a long time.

I raised my head distractedly, and in the next second, my mind was almost blank - Mr. Lu stood behind Lu Xiao at some point, his hand holding the glass was already clenched too tightly and trembling slightly.

Mr. Lu is a person who can't express his emotions or anger.So usually nothing can be seen from his expression. I always judge from some subtle and inexplicable places that he is happy or a little unhappy.

Even at this moment, his expression didn't change much.

But this is also the first time that I know his emotions without any speculation or testing.

In those dark eyes that always looked at me, the sadness was so strong that it was about to overflow.

He stood there, as if waiting for my answer, but I couldn't make a sound as if someone was strangling my throat.Little by little, like a tide spreading, disappointment, sadness, and even a little anger piled up in his eyes, unable to bear it, and finally turned into nothingness.

And no matter how hard I think about it, there is a clear feeling that tells me that I hurt the person in front of me.

"Lu..." I only got one syllable stuck for a long time, but Mr. Lu seemed to be completely disappointed. He turned and walked out without waiting for me to say anything.

Looking at his back, I was suddenly seized by an inexplicable panic, which made me unable to breathe.

It's like not catching... you're losing this person forever.

"Boss Lu!" I rushed forward two steps and grabbed his wrist recklessly, "You...where are you going?"

He looked back at me, but it wasn't really looking at me—his eyes and expression returned to the original rumors and impressions, frozen three feet, stagnant water without waves.

"This is my home." He said flatly, pulling his wrist back. "Sorry for taking up your time, you can go."

After speaking, he completely left my sight.

I stood in the kitchen in a daze, the water and foam on my hands were still dripping down.

The author has something to say: A little abuse makes you happy, but a big abuse hurts your body_(:з」∠)_