meet on slag road

Yu Yifeng took a very meticulous bath this time, and he hasn't come out of the bathroom for more than half an hour.

After Mu Qing arranged the bedroom and had nothing to do, while watching the chattering of friends in the group, he came to the kitchen, intending to make himself a cup of sweet drink.

The quality of his sleep is not good, and he is very serious about bed recognition. When he has to stay outside, he basically falls asleep with melatonin. Only at home can he sleep soundly. The improper purpose that could be expressed in words gave up the bed to Yu Yifeng.

Although the guest room is also a part of the home, according to common sense, there should be no serious insomnia reaction, but he himself has almost never rested here. Just in case, it is better to relax the brain nerves in advance.

There were still a lot of chocolates left over from the previous two weeks, so Mu Qing picked a piece and put it in a cup to heat it over water, and set up a small pot to heat some milk.When he filled a cup and was about to close the lid, he suddenly remembered that there was still a guest at home today, so he poured more and heated an extra piece of chocolate.

When a small circle of fine bubbles appeared on the edge of the milk in the pot, he quickly stopped the fire, took the milk, shook it, and slowly poured it into the melted chocolate.

The faint aroma of milk mixed with the sweet taste of melted chocolate smacked in the kitchen. Mu Qing made two cups, picked up a cup and tasted it, and found it was not sweet enough, so he opened the sugar bowl and added a tablespoon of sugar. .

After mixing it evenly, he tasted it again. He still felt that it was not sweet enough, so he took another spoonful and...

"Okay!" Yu Yifeng who was passing by the door just happened to see him adding three spoonfuls of sugar in a row, and couldn't help interrupting him, "Adding so much sugar, aren't you afraid of toothache at night?"

Mu Qing was thinking about adding another spoonful of sugar when the spoon in his hand was suddenly snatched away. He turned his head slightly displeased, and Yu Yifeng took a step back from him in time, but his expression was very firm: "It's too sweet." It will be uncomfortable."

The man who had just taken a shower had a faint smell of bath liquid on his body. Tiny drops of water slid down his undried hair to his cheeks, shoulders, and the neckline of his bathrobe, and then slid along the curvature of his collarbone. Going under the bathrobe, which is out of sight, I have to say, it is indeed a bit tempting.

Mu Qing is not a gentleman in his heart, and naturally he would not consider that there is something called "see no evil" in the world. By turning around to face Yu Yifeng, he looked at him all over, and then frowned. Brows: "Why don't you go dry your hair first? It's still cold, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

Yu Yifeng thought in his heart that with your 20-degree air conditioner, I wouldn't catch a cold even if I just lay down and sleep, but when I saw Mu Qing's slightly worried expression, I still held back and said nothing, just smiled in embarrassment : "I was about to go, and I saw that you put candy here as if you didn't want money. I was shocked."

Mu Qing pursed her lips: "I'm used to drinking something sweet before going to bed."

"But you put too much sugar." Yu Yifeng sighed, "If you add too much sucrose, the milk will look greasy and taste harsh; your cup can be up to 300ml, as far as I can see, you I have put three or four spoonfuls of sugar in it. If you continue to drink this amount, it will be full of sugar residue. Even if you brush your teeth, you will have a toothache tomorrow... Forget it, in short, you like very sweet Is it right?"

He reached out and took the cup of chocolate milk that hadn't had time to add sugar, sipped a little to taste the sweetness, put two spoonfuls of sugar in it, squeezed a little honey and stirred it, and handed it to Mu Qing: "Try it this."

Mu Qing dubiously took a sip. In the hot milk with a strong chocolate aroma, the taste of honey was almost negligible, but the taste was silky and delicious. It jumped a notch directly. It was indeed much better than simply adding sugar.

He looked at Yu Yifeng with a trace of surprise on his face: "You still have this skill?"

Seeing his calm expression, Yu Yifeng smiled softly: "My mother lost her sense of taste when she was sick, and she always liked to eat sweets. My aunt at home often made this for her. Later, I also made it for her— —This is probably the only culinary skill I have.”

The topics related to family are too in-depth, and it is not the category that needs to be understood in pursuit of short-term fresh experiences.

Mu Qing smiled calmly: "Auntie must be very happy if you did it yourself."

Yu Yifeng was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, indeed." The long-standing memory came across time and space, and he suddenly lost the interest to continue flirting, so he just picked up the glass of milk with too much sugar, turned and went out .

Yu Yifeng frowned at the entrance of chocolate milk that was sweet and bitter, but he still resisted the desire to spit it out and swallowed it.

He really doesn't like such overly sweet things.

At the end of the drink, it was sweet and sticky chocolate syrup mixed with sugar. Yu Yifeng stared at the bottom of the cup tangled, but suddenly there was a glass of water and a small plate of cut fruits in front of him.The aroma of citrus and the sour taste of lemon hit his face, he looked up, and Mu Qing was looking at him with a hint of helplessness on his face: "If you don't like it, don't force it, just leave it."

Yu Yifeng took a slice of lemon and put it in his mouth. The strong sour taste made him frown for a moment, but his expression relaxed: "Thank you."

Mu Qing nodded and sat beside him: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Yu Yifeng took a sip of water to wash away the remaining sweetness in his mouth, and leaned back on the back of the sofa, "I just remembered something... from the past."

The wind outside the window is quieter, and even the sound of rain seems gentle.

Mu Qing looked at him sideways: "Want to chat? If you don't mind, I will be a good listener."

Under the warm light, the outline of his face was a little softer than in the daytime. His quiet eyes focused on Yu Yifeng, waiting patiently for the answer from the person in front of him.

For some reason, the gloom in Yu Yifeng's heart suddenly subsided a lot.He looked at Mu Qing and smiled softly: "You should have already noticed that I actually don't like things that are too sweet."

"Ah."

"But my mom likes it very much...."

But maybe at that level, it probably can't be called liking, but love.

After all, it is difficult for anyone to be like his mother, who eats all kinds of cakes and desserts that are so sweet that it makes the scalp tingle, and drinks that are so sweet that they are greasy, and when they are free, they try to research some "new drinks" by themselves— —It's a pity that her culinary skills are on par with Yu Yifeng's, and the things she makes always exude a magical smell, and some even have a strange color, as if some failed products left over from alchemy research.

But every time the finished product is made, she will excitedly bring it to Yu Yifeng, intending to ask him to taste it first.

Yu Yifeng doesn't like sweets, and she has no intention of poisoning herself. Of course, she has never tried it once, but no matter how many rejections she receives, she will still share it with Yu Yifeng first next time.

This kind of thing made Yu Yifeng very distressed, and even went abroad for a long time because of it.It wasn't until he saw her wearing a white hospital gown and lying on the hospital bed with all her once beautiful hair cut off when he met again, that he suddenly realized that if he had been able to taste it back then, perhaps the moment she left, he could have loved her again. One more happy memory.

It's a pity that she, who is like the kitchen killer, can no longer walk into the kitchen.

"...So I just saw you putting sugar, and suddenly there was a little—sorry."

Yu Yifeng lowered his head in embarrassment, and rubbed his face on the soft sleeve of the bathrobe: "I just can't help it."

Mu Qing quietly stayed by his side until his emotions calmed down, then reached out and stroked his back: "She won't mind."

"True bonding and love don't have to be proved by specific behaviors. You are with her, and you are willing to make a glass of sweet milk for her that you would not try. This is also your response to her."

The sound of the rain gradually stopped, but the surroundings were still silent, only the faint sound of sirens came from the road in the distance.

Yu Yifeng took a few deep breaths, raised his head and looked at Mu Qing: "I'm sorry, I took up so much of your time without realizing it, you should have class tomorrow, go take a shower, if you sleep too late, tomorrow's class will be late." sleepy."

"Yeah. But, are you really all right?" Mu Qing still had a bit of worry in his eyes.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Mu Qing was still a little worried, and told Yu Yifeng to go to bed first, and then walked into the bathroom with his pajamas.

The moment the door was closed, the worry and concern on his face disappeared at the same time, turning into a half-smile.

Although talking about family relationships is a bit too in-depth, but such a suitable opportunity to emphasize one's own initiative is in front of you, how can you easily miss it?

Outside the door, Yu Yifeng sat on the sofa maintaining a decadent expression, watched Mu Qing walk into the bathroom, and saw the milky white light shining through the frosted glass door, then sighed silently, maintaining a slightly sad expression. With an expression on his face, he walked towards Mu Qing's bedroom.

People who keep cats seem to install surveillance in the living room. Although he didn't see it in the living room, it doesn't mean that Mu Qing didn't install it.Now that he has taken the script of "The Poor Kid Grieving for His Family", he can't show the slightest excitement about entering the other party's room. After all, he has to do a full set of acting to be qualified.