Dear Mr. Zhou

Watching the numbers on the elevator jump from 1 to 12, Lin Xuan remembered a joke: Every time the elevator makes a "ding", I always feel like I am in a microwave oven, and occasionally I can see acquaintances in it.

It's funny thinking about it.

Then the elevator door opened, and Lin Xuan, who was leaning against the door, looked up and saw a "acquaintance" face.

It's Zhou Cen.

Zhou Cen's gaze stayed away from Lin Xuan's face for a second, and then turned to look at a SpongeBob SquarePants in his hand.Lin Xuan held SpongeBob's hand with one hand, and the rest of the square body and small legs hung to one side, looking a little tragic.

Zhou Cen frowned.

"Ha... kids, you should like it very much..." Lin Xuan explained, remembering that Zhou Zizhi liked SpongeBob SquarePants very much.

Zhou Cen didn't express his opinion, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said instead: "I'm going to buy some things, Zizhi is still sleeping, help me take care of him."

Lin Xuan was shaken by that smile, and blushed a little: "Oh... ok..."

"You go there first, the password is my birthday."

Looking at the slowly closing elevator door, Lin Xuan subconsciously remembered Zhou Cen's birthday.But how can this person be sure that he still remembers his birthday?Really confident.

But he did remember, and as he thought about it, he entered the door according to the password.

Just as he was wondering if Zhou Zizhi was still asleep, Lin Xuan saw Xiao Baozi rubbing his eyes and pushing open the bedroom door.

"Zizhi!" Lin Xuan walked over and hugged him.

Little Baozi just woke up and saw that Zhou Cen was not around, so he ran out to look for someone, and it happened that Lin Xuan came over.

He only heard him call Brother Lin in a ignorant voice, and by the way, he pressed a wet kiss on Lin Xuan's face.

Lin Xuan looked around, there seemed to be no one else at home, Zhou Cen felt relieved to leave him alone at home.

Lin Xuan touched the child's forehead, and sure enough, the fever had subsided, and he was relieved a lot.

"Zizhi, is your mother not here? Why didn't you see her?"

Little Baozi thought for a while: "Huh? Mom..."

"His mother is on a business trip." Zhou Cen's voice came from the door, and Lin Xuan saw that he was carrying some vegetables and a fish in his hand. To be honest, such a scene with Zhou Cen's domineering CEO face is quite inconsistent and.

"Little uncle, you are back!" The little bun who was sitting on Lin Xuan's lap cheered and ran towards Zhou Cen, who also put down his things and picked up the soft little bun.

The relationship is really good, Lin Xuan thought...

……

What little uncle?Shouldn't it be dad?

"Oh? You... are not..." Lin Xuan stammered, not knowing what to say.

"Zizhi is my eldest brother's son." Zhou Cen said flatly, "Do you think it is possible for me to get married?"

Lin Xuan blushed, not sure if it was because he misunderstood the relationship between the two or because Zhou Cen said such a sentence.

This sentence is still very ambiguous.

Zhou Cen walked up to Lin Xuan, handed the little bun to him, and said, "Zizhi, go and accompany Uncle Lin, the little uncle cooks."

"Okay!" Zhou Zizhi threw himself at Lin Xuan happily.

Zhou Cen looked at Lin Xuan: "Let's stay for dinner tonight."

"Okay, okay, Brother Lin, stay here!" Little Baozi also echoed.

Lin Xuan was actually a little hesitant, thinking that he didn't want to have more contact with Zhou Cen.But at this time, he somehow agreed.

So Zhou Zizhi happily took Lin Xuan to look at SpongeBob SquarePants and Pai Daxing, and Zhou Cen turned and went to the kitchen.

However, Lin Xuan may not know that the number of times Zhou Cen entered the kitchen can be counted on one hand.

It was almost six o'clock, and the sky was getting dark.The little bun hugged Lin Xuan and shouted that he was hungry, and Lin Xuan realized that Zhou Cen hadn't cooked the meal yet.

"Zizhi." Lin Xuan took a small biscuit and fed it to the child, "Does your uncle often cook at home?"

"Hmm..." Little Baozi thought for a while, but said unsurely, "Little Uncle seems...hasn't cooked?"

Lin Xuan felt something was wrong and thought he should go and have a look.

Then I saw a man wearing a floral apron, flipping through recipes on his mobile phone, and adding salt clumsily.Lin Xuan wanted to laugh a little, and walked over to look at the trash can. Sure enough, there were already failed works.

"Let me come..." Lin Xuan smiled with his eyes bent.

Zhou Cen didn't speak, but took off his apron silently, made way for him, and watched the man skillfully chop the vegetables.

The picture that had been imagined countless times really appeared in front of his eyes. Zhou Cen looked at Lin Xuan in a daze, and suddenly felt a feeling of wanting to last forever.

By the time all the food was served, it was already completely dark.

Lin Xuan was very curious about what Zhou Cen ate every day, a freshman who couldn't cook.

"I used to have an aunt who cooked. She came home some time ago, and my mother would come over occasionally, and most of the time she ordered takeaway." Zhou Cen said a little as a matter of course, as if he wasn't the one who was able to cook today. Same.

"Grandma's rice is delicious!" Xiao Baozi stuffed his mouth full of rice. He was sick and didn't eat much. Now he is really hungry. "Brother Lin's cooking is also delicious!"

Lin Xuan helped the child wipe off the rice sticking to the corner of his mouth, and watched him eat bit by bit with a small spoon, very happy.

"Call me uncle." Zhou Cen corrected again.

"Why are you called... Uncle?" Lin Xuan felt that this title sounded a little unfamiliar.

"I'm not the same age as you?" Zhou Cen replied seriously.

"Then why don't you know how to cook..." Lin Xuan retorted with a smile.

"I know that!" Little Baozi hurriedly replied, "Mom said, little uncle doesn't need to know how to cook, just find a little aunt who can cook in the future!"

Zhou Cen knocked on Xiao Baozi's bowl, and pretended to blame: "Nonsense..."

Lin Xuan smiled: "What he said is not bad."

"Oh?" Zhou Cen glanced at Lin Xuan and joked, "You are also good at cooking."

"Cough...cough..." Lin Xuan took a sip of the soup, but before he swallowed it, he choked on Zhou Cen's words.Annoyed, he thought that he shouldn't have brought up this topic, so he blushed and stopped talking.

Zhou Zizhi said to himself: "In this case, my little uncle can marry Brother Lin... No, it was said on TV that the same sex cannot be together... What should I do..."

Seeing the child frowning slightly troubled, Zhou Cen smiled and comforted him: "My surname is Zhou, and Uncle Lin's surname is Lin. We have different surnames."

Lin Xuan was really blushing.