The patron is sick

Shao Zigui was injured, his face was swollen like a bun, and he kept procrastinating on going to visit his mother's grave.

He was holding an ice pack at Mr. Zhu's house, frowning.

Back then, it was a helpless move to borrow usury by tricks. Of course, he didn't deliberately refuse to pay it back. It's just that the time dragged on for too long, and he didn't even have the guts to face the astronomical figure.

400 million, the money he earned in his life is not more than half of this.

But he still said to Mr. Zhu with great backbone: "I will return the money to you." Although it may be a little slower.

Zhu Ye just smiled and perfunctory him: "Let's talk about it."

Looking at his demeanor, Shao Zi knew that he didn't care at all. 400 million is nothing to Mr. Zhu.

The gap between him and Mr. Zhu is really huge.

It may be as far away as the earth from the sun.

A little care is enough for him to shine, no amount of it is really dare to think.

He was just in a daze for a while, and Zhu Ye asked again: "Should I eat dinner at home or go out?"

"Ah?" Shao Zigui didn't expect that the right to choose would be given to him, so he answered in a low voice, "Anything is fine."

Zhu Ye raised his eyebrows to look at him, his eyes focused on his face, the meaning was very clear, and he had to be forced to choose one.

Shao Zigui had no choice but to say: "Then...my face is still swollen, so I won't go out."

"Okay." Zhu Ye got the answer, opened the refrigerator and looked, and it seemed that the contents inside did not satisfy him, so he walked to the entrance and began to change his shoes and coat.

"Mr. Zhu!" Shao Zigui didn't understand why he wanted to go out suddenly, so he chased him to the door and called him nervously.

Zhu Ye answered as a matter of course: "I'm going to buy vegetables."

grocery shopping?personally!

"Then, what an embarrassment!" Shao Zigui stuttered in fright.

"The types of green peppers at home are wrong." Zhu Ye seriously explained the reason for going out to buy vegetables.

Shao Zigui thought that Mr. Zhu should be a very rigorous and persistent person.At least when it comes to food.

"I mean, it's too much trouble for you." Shao Zigui wanted to remind this primitive man of the Stone Age that he could order takeaway food now, but he wondered whether this rich and well-fed young master would be dissatisfied with the quality of the food delivery.

Can't you contact the star hotel to deliver the meal?How did this family serve the young master?

"No trouble, I'll be back in a while." Zhu Ye smiled at him, pushed the door and went out.

Zhu Ye was a trustworthy person, and he came back soon. He didn't have many things in his hands.Shao Zigui guessed that most of the ingredients were kept in the refrigerator.

It can be frightening wave after wave.When he came back, Shao Zigui realized that going grocery shopping was considered easy.Because Zhu Ye had already shaken off his apron, as if preparing to cook.

That's right, after all, the ingredients don't turn into dishes and lie on the plate.

Shao Zigui's reaction could no longer be described as horror.

"Mr. Zhu, what do you want to eat, let me come." He hurried over and picked up the kitchen knife while he was wearing his apron.

Zhu Ye put on his apron calmly, and stood against Shao Zigui's back.

The tall man's breath lingered in his ears, it was a refreshing and clean smell.

Then a slender palm wrapped the back of his hand, grabbed the kitchen knife forcefully, and held it in his hand.

Zhu Ye pushed Shao Zigui away from the cutting board and said, "You are the guest, so I will come."

Shao Zigui felt goose bumps all over his body, and since then he has doubts about the straight man he firmly believes in.

Mr. Zhu is too good at it!

His right hand has not yet been put down, and it rests awkwardly on his chest.Shao Zigui stared blankly at the back of his hand, reminiscing about the moment when the two skins touched each other just now.

In just one day, Mr. Zhu pulled him many times.When facing Zhu Yu, when facing Brother He and the others, they saved him every time.But every time through the cloth, only the touch just now was the real skin-to-skin contact.

Mr. Zhu has big palms and long fingers with well-articulated joints.There is a sharp edge hidden in his politeness, and strength in his gentleness.

Obviously, the body temperature is lower than normal, and what you encounter is a slightly cool touch, but the place you touch will burn in an instant.

Like an electric shock, it makes people tremble.

Shao Zigui watched Zhu Ye chop vegetables intently.The knife is skilled, the radish pieces are very well-proportioned, much better than myself.

After staring blankly, I forgot to hide my sight.

"What's so interesting about cutting radishes?" Zhu Ye asked, without raising his head while speaking, his eyes still focused on the work in hand.

The guests who were not stared at fell into a delicate situation, and it seemed that they had the courage to have more delusions when they didn't have to face Mr. Zhu's clear eyes.

So Shao Zigui faced Mr. Zhu who was like a god, and he rarely stuttered, and finally said a sentence fluently: "I didn't expect Mr. Zhu's cooking skills to be so good."

"I don't go to work, so I usually mess around with these things." Zhu Ye said as a matter of course.Transfer the diced radishes to a plate for later use, and start working on the freshly thawed brisket.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, with the first sentence, Shao Zigui finally broke through the magic barrier of "I just can't talk to Mr. Zhu well", and naturally continued to sigh: "Mr. Zhu's lifestyle is really healthy."

Go to bed early and get up early, don't drink alcohol, eat healthy, drink skim milk, cook your own meals.

It's hard to see such kind-hearted young people nowadays, let alone a rich second generation.

And he doesn't play star!

Zhu Ye didn't continue to talk about his own affairs, but asked instead: "What about you? What do you do when you're not working?"

"I just stay at home, eat takeaway, and sometimes instant noodles." Shao Zigui replied honestly.

He is not red and has a lot of rest time.But active entertainment costs both money and thought, and passive entertainment often requires a greater price, so he avoids it.So I can only stay at home, eat hungry and full, get acne or gain weight, and then get cut by Lin Yi, and then change my past and start a new life, with good and bad living habits.

"Eating instant noodles is not healthy," Zhu Ye frowned, and then said, "You can play with me in the future, and I will take you to dinner."

"Is Mr. Zhu not busy?" Shao Zigui asked.

He even surprised himself when he asked, the delusions he had suppressed and did not want to arise finally came to the fore, sprouting buds, which were about to swell uncontrollably into even greater ambitions.

"I'm not busy. I usually stay at home with grandpa." Zhu Ye put the prepared radish and beef brisket into the casserole with other condiments and simmered slowly. After cleaning his hands, he restrained and politely put it on his shoulders, and pushed him out of the kitchen. , Said: "We have to stew for a while, let's go out and wait."

During that short period of time, the two otaku chatted a lot.

In my free time, I read books, watch dramas, and play games.It's all about personal entertainment.

Mr. Zhu is undoubtedly knowledgeable, maintains an old-fashioned way of life, and insists on reading newspapers to this day.But the two lonely people have a certain degree of similarity, and there is no essential difference between reading books and watching dramas.After chatting like this, I feel that the distance has become closer.

Turns out it wasn't that far off.Shao Zigui thought quietly.

Zhu Ye carefully inquired about his taste, and took the time to go back to the kitchen to finish the other two dishes.

While eating, Shao Zigui noticed that it was too quiet for most of the day.

The phones of the two of them didn't move at all, like outcasts in this colorful world.

Shao Zigui himself doesn't fit in with others, so it's understandable that he has few friends.

But such an excellent Mr. Zhu... He carefully glanced at the people eating quietly across the table, thinking of the stereotyped impression of the rich before, they couldn't survive without their mobile phones for 10 minutes, it seems that socializing is the most important thing. Their only means of proving their self-worth.

Unlike Mr. Zhu, he is elegant and calm, like a precious fragment of an ancient book.

Zhu Ye didn't need to look up to know that someone was peeping, so he just asked, "Does it suit your taste?"

"It's delicious!" Shao Zigui was in a hurry to cheer, and was surprised again that he was so stupid that he forgot to praise Mr. Zhu's cooking skills.

"That's good." Zhu Ye got acquainted, showing a bit of obedience when answering his grandfather's phone, and asked him: "Just now when it comes to chasing dramas, you are also an artist, do you have any works?"

One question makes Shao Zigui embarrassed.He does have works, but they are all narrated by people, and he doesn't even have a few lines. Besides, none of those crudely made things can score five points.

So he had to lie and say, "No."

"Oh, you are a singer, not an actor, so you don't act." Zhu Ye suddenly realized and helped him think of a reasonable explanation.

Shao Zigui only felt his nose sore, thanking him for his kindness, but at the same time feeling unworthy.

In fact, in the early years, as long as he could make money, he would do anything, whether it was a singer or an actor, he didn't care.He was not a dreamer.

His voice became smaller and smaller, and his face was buried in the bowl: "I am not a qualified singer either, and I can't sing very well."

"How could it be?" Mr. Zhu's voice was as gentle as ever. Even if Shao Zigui didn't look up at his face, he could still imagine those gentle eyes resting on him. Zhu Ye said, "I saw it yesterday and felt not bad."

"Not good," Shao Zigui insisted, "among the four, I'm the worst."

"If you don't play well, it doesn't mean you can't sing well." Zhu Ye comforted him: "The world is not so fair, and that's not your fault."

Shao Zigui looked up in surprise after hearing his argument.

Zhu Ye continued: "I was in the audience yesterday, and I noticed you first."

"Really?" Shao Zigui was pleasantly surprised.

"Yes." Zhu Ye blinked lightly with a sincere expression.

"Then maybe my fate is bad." Shao Zigui smiled wryly and said to himself.

He is so young, but he has not had a few good days. He lost his vigor and aggressiveness early on, and has always attributed the suffering that fate imposed on him to bad luck.

Zhu Ye's eyebrows reappeared mountains, seemed dissatisfied with his dejected appearance, and asked softly: "What about you, do you prefer singing or acting?"

"I don't know..." Shao Zigui lowered his head and dodged.He was thinking that the rich and powerful might have their own coercion. When Mr. Zhu is serious, he is like a strict teacher, and he will not allow others to be sloppy in front of him.

He nervously grabbed the hem of the sweater, swallowed a mouthful of saliva under the gaze, and confessed in frustration: "I never had a chance to choose, and I can do whatever others arrange for me."

Zhu Ye got the answer, his expression suddenly relaxed, and he still looked gentle.Comfort him: "Then try everything, try it out and talk about it."

He also said, "Just do what you like, and I'll take care of the rest."

Shao Zigui looked up at him, Mr. Zhu seemed to have stars in his eyes.He didn't know if it was a polite remark, or some kind of transaction was hidden.Or neither.

Delusion and reason clash in the mind.Shao Zigui's fist on his knee loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again, and finally he mustered up the courage to ask, "Is it because I look like someone you know, Mr. Zhu, for helping me like this?"

Zhu Ye suddenly smiled, that smile seemed to be both mocking and pampering.

He said, "No."

Shao Zigui breathed a sigh of relief, believing that Mr. Zhu would not lie.

When talking about his face, Zhu Ye suddenly leaned forward, stretched out his slender arms from across the table, and gently touched his face.Muttering to himself: "The ice application is timely, and the swelling has subsided a lot now."

The touch of Mr. Zhu's fingertips is also slightly cool.

At that moment, Shao Zigui suddenly felt that he could expect more from Mr. Zhu.