How to raise the president

An Ziyu didn't say yes or no, he just curled up under the quilt and kept quiet.

Fang Youyi was also at a loss, sat back on the bed again, stretched out his firm arms to hug An Ziyu from behind, rested his chin on An Ziyu's shoulder, and tried his best to speak softly, "Ziyu... Let's go to school together, shall we?"

It sounds a little coquettish.

That's right, CEO Fang Da!Jiao!up!

The voice was so crisp~ An Ziyu's ears turned red when he heard it, and he wished he could huddle under the quilt and come out when his face was not so hot, but Fang Youyi kept hugging him and didn't let him move. A series of "Zi Yu", "Xiao Yu", "Mr. An", "Husband", and that very, very ambiguous "Dear Wife"...

An Ziyu was really about to faint and buried his face in the sheets, but this didn't stop President Fang from continuing to act like a baby.

I always feel uncomfortable listening to President Fang and going to school. Fang Youyi will always be like this. In desperation, An Ziyu can only nod slightly.

"Really?" Fang Youyi looked like a child.

"Yeah." An Ziyu pulled back a little sheet to let himself breathe, "But I want you to go with me."

"Okay." Fang Youyi kissed An Ziyu's cheek sweetly, and said dotingly, "Then you go wash up first, I'll go downstairs and make you breakfast, what do you want to eat?"

"Something lighter." An Ziyu thought for a while, a few images flashed in his mind, and he said softly, "Wonton."

Wonton... was often made by his adoptive mother for him and his adoptive father. First, it is easy to make and not difficult to cook, and the meat stuffing prepared by the adoptive mother is very delicious; second, it is light, healthy, and not greasy, so it is very suitable for breakfast.

In the past, my adoptive mother would pack a lot of wontons in a package. Today, I couldn’t eat too much, so I put it in the refrigerator and cooked it for breakfast the next day.After eating a delicious breakfast, I am satisfied. After that, I should go to school and work, which is exactly what the saying goes: "Eat a good breakfast, and you will be in a good mood for the day."

It's just that after his adoptive parents left him, he never had a breakfast with wontons as the main food. When Fang Youyi asked what he wanted for breakfast, he suddenly thought of this, and wanted to eat wontons that tasted like his mother again.

But this baffled President Fang. He wanted to make a delicious Western-style breakfast for his wife, but his wife said that he wanted to eat Chinese wontons?

How to make wontons?

He seems to have been lucky enough to eat it.

Oh yes, I have.

At that time, he was working very late, very hungry, his stomach was growling, and Qiao Siguang had already asked him to get off work, so the poor President Fang had to go out to find food by himself.

Sadly, there is a sign on the door of the restaurant he likes, which reads: two days off.

President Fang can only go to other places for food.

The food stall at that hour was open vigorously, maybe I was too hungry at that time, and the food stall next to me didn’t know what was cooking.

I went, and I was even more hungry, and my stomach was growling like thunder.

He immediately pointed to the pot and said to the boss: "Boss, let's have a pot."

The boss shook his hands in fright, and almost dropped the spoon into the pot. He looked at Fang Youyi, and saw that Fang Youyi was half a head taller than him, with an ugly face and wearing a black suit, thinking that he had offended the underworld boss. Dude, when he caught a glimpse of Fang Youyi holding a briefcase in his hand, he thought it was a local office worker, so he felt relieved.

The boss stabilized his hand and said to him in pure Cantonese: "Liangzi, my wok is Tang Lai Ge."

Fang Youyi didn't understand, he looked confused.

The boss understood, and said in Mandarin mixed with a few Cantonese: "Saiguo, I introduced it from the soup, the soup base of the wonton, and Nisi, do you want to eat wonton?"

Fang Youyi probably understood this time, so he nodded.

"Big or small?"

Fang Youyi was dazed for a while before he said, "Big one."

"Okay, Nijie sit next to me, wait a minute, it will be soon."

Fang Youyi nodded, and sat down where the boss pointed.

The wontons were ready soon, and they were still steaming when they were served. Fang Youyi looked down, and saw a bowl of white flowers, smelling fragrant. He scooped one up and ate it in small bites.

The soup is delicious and has a very special taste.It will be a bit hot at first, but you will get used to it slowly. After one bite, the white dough is wrapped with fresh meat and shrimp. After entering the stomach, the whole body becomes warm, comfortable and satisfying. .

That night, Fang Youyi didn't know how many bowls he ate, but he only knew that he slept comfortably after returning home that night.

……

After Qiao Siguang sent An Ziyu and Fang Youyi to the school, he left, his expression before leaving was indescribably contemptuous.

An Ziyu went to the school with Fang Youyi, but I don't know why, since he entered the school, the students looked at him strangely, as if they were looking at something shady, especially the boys, it felt like Looking at something dirty.

A boy with a short stature and a fat body walked up to him with a particularly disgusting and disgusting face.

Before An Ziyu could ask the fat boy what's the matter, the fat boy suddenly spat in front of An Ziyu, pretended to be retching, and said, "Gays, that's fucking disgusting."

An Ziyu was stunned for a moment, and stared blankly at the fat boy. The fat boy was still scolding him and Fang Youyi, saying they were shameless. Yi refers to pointing.

Feeling that the surrounding voices seemed to be sucked away, An Ziyu only felt his head was a little confused, and he could hear the curses from outside intermittently.

"Gays, disgusting!"

"Heh! How dare you come to school? Shameless!"

"It turns out that he likes men, no wonder he rejected girls!"

"Who is that next to him? He's gay too, the one above or the one below?"

"Break off children and grandchildren!"

"..."

So ugly, those voices are so ugly!

It was as if there were countless sharp needles piercing into his body, piercing into every pore, and the pain made him almost suffocate.

"Gays, disgusting!"

Love does not distinguish between any race, any gender, as long as you really love each other, isn't it all right?why say that to them

"I heard that it is easy to get AIDS, hurry up and stay away!"

Enough, enough!A group of people who stand still!

"enough!"

An Ziyu let out a loud roar, and the surroundings were instantly silent. Countless pairs of eyes were looking at him, confused, shocked, angry, and extremely complicated.

An Ziyu took a breath, glanced at them angrily, and resolutely held Fang Youyi's hand, only to realize that Fang Youyi's hand was still tightly clenched, and his body was shaking slightly.

He turned his head to look at Fang Youyi, only to see that Fang Youyi's face was pale, and his lower lip had been bitten enough that bloodshot eyes could be seen.

He probably thought of the bad things in the past, what kind of things could make Fang Youyi endure to this extent.

An Ziyu's heart ached to death, and he hated the people around him a little bit.

He lightly stroked Fang Youyi's fist, passed his five fingers through Fang Youyi's, and clasped his fingers tightly.