【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

Scott doesn't want to dwell on how delicious that meal was, just watch him wipe out the food that Logan made enough for four people to get a sense of it.

The young man watched Logan throw a tall stack of dirty dishes into the sink, and the two walked out of the dining room. Logan is very pleased that Scott likes his cooking skills. This time the treat made his embarrassment about the troubled youth take care of himself drunk a little bit, Logan asked: "Are you satisfied?"

"I don't think a five-star chef is as good as you." Scott said, rubbing his stomach that felt a little full.The man who was cooking seemed to take it for granted, "No doubt." The two of them looked at each other for a while and then laughed.

There was a transparent ashtray on the coffee table in the living room, but it was very clean. Seeing Scott's gaze on the glass product, Logan just said indifferently: "I used to smoke, but I have almost quit now."

"Oh." Scott nodded without saying anything.But he did feel that tobacco and metal suited the man better than sugar and cream.

Although the young man feels very full now, the finger biscuits wrapped in sweet and sour plums on the coffee table are really attractive, so he still picked up one and put it in his mouth to suck it carefully.

The white chocolate icing is mixed with dark red plum meat. The crunchy and tough biscuits are crispy and delicious, and the sweet and sour taste is very refreshing. Scott sucked the icing off and ate the cookie in one bite, even licking the remaining crumbs from his fingers.It wasn't until the young man noticed that Logan was staring at him that he felt a little embarrassed.

"Sorry," Scott said, wiping his hands on a paper. Logan, however, seemed to come back to himself suddenly. He coughed and lowered his head to look at the biscuit sticks. He also took a biscuit and put it in his mouth, and then ate one by one.That gesture convinced Scott that Logan had indeed smoked, and he looked like he was smoking a cigar with a finger pie, which looked funny.

"Do you cook with biscuits in your mouth?" After finishing speaking, Scott felt that he had nothing to say, but before he could finish his annoyance, Logan's strange expression suddenly revealed the answer to this question.Seeing the sudden realization of Scott beside him, Logan was a little annoyed: "This is just a substitute."

"I know that smoking is bad for your health." Scott said solemnly, "and the smell of smoke will affect the taste of food." An image appeared in the young man's mind: Logan, who was addicted to cigarettes, had a finger biscuit in his mouth, Cooking food leisurely in the back kitchen or at home.

Logan didn't know if it was a joke, and every time Scott put on a serious look and said irrelevant words, he blocked Logan's opinions that he wanted to refute.But after such a fuss, Logan has largely forgotten the reason for his fugue just now.

The two sat on the sofa and chatted casually. Scott and Logan talked about his alma mater, the amazing Xavier Gifted Academy, and why he gave up studying after graduation to become a writer.While Logan expressed considerable interest in the castle academy on the hills outside, as well as the air-raid shelters and jet planes under the academy, Scott also knew that Logan had been a special soldier in the past.While the career switch from soldier to pastry chef might seem odd, there's no denying that Logan does them all well.

"Oh, don't think too much." Logan knows without looking that Scott, who writes for a living, must have imagined a thrilling and magnificent story, he said in a lazy tone, "I just like to make desserts. He didn't say much about his military career, and of course Scott didn't ask.After the man finished speaking, he threw another biscuit into his mouth and began to chew it.It is also because of this experience that things like romance are still very far away for Logan, and it’s no wonder that he started to dislike Cyclops. He can’t learn any of the methods of those characters in his works-don’t ask him why Know.

"I think making sweets is a very romantic thing." Scott disagreed, "Besides, what you make is very beautiful." Those small snacks all have suitable colors and exquisite shapes. Man, Scott doesn't believe it.

"In the eyes of girls who equate sweets with fat, that's not the case." Logan spread his hands helplessly.

Scott thought about the girls around him and felt the same way.Not to mention others, Jean has a plan for her calorie intake. Since she was brought by herself to like to sit down with Wolverine and have some snacks, she has complained about him a lot.Every time the red-haired woman couldn't resist eating an extra piece of cheese, she punished herself by running laps.

"After getting to know you, I do feel that I need to exercise more." Scott took a sip of water.

"Like taking Jim to a morning workout?" Logan asked.

"Ha." The young man replied with a grin.

Because Scott's eyes were hidden behind red glasses, Logan couldn't see his eyes clearly, so the man's gaze fell on the lower part of Scott's face that wasn't covered by the glasses.The corner of the young man's left cheek was happily raised because of the corner of his lips, and the raised smile lines showed a sweet depression there, which undoubtedly deepened the warmth of the smile.

They talked about work-related things, and although Logan didn't know much about literature, it didn't stop him from admiring Scott's beautiful lines.Of course, Scott said that when he goes back, he will also try to make simple small cakes at home according to what Logan said.

When the time was almost up, the man didn't forget to ask Scott to bring Jim some patties he specially made. Logan, in the name of the chef, guaranteed that these foods were absolutely safe and healthy for dogs.

After driving Scott off and returning to the quiet home, Logan finally felt a little tired.He took a shower casually, then leaned on the sofa, the man looked at the unfinished finger biscuits on the porcelain plate of the tea table, and suddenly recalled the way Scott savored them carefully. Scott's slightly pursed lips, slightly sunken cheeks due to sucking, and the tip of his tongue licking away the biscuit crumbs from his fingertips were all the focus of Logan's attention at that time, and the memory playback now made him even more inexplicably anxious.

But consciously, he didn't think much about his focus. He just shook his head and walked into the bedroom. Logan lay down on the bed, took out a book from the thick stack of books in the drawer of the bedside table, the cover was a pastel color, with beautiful cursive letters on it, he flipped through the book and continued to read.

As soon as he entered the door, Scott was warmly welcomed by Jim, and the dog smelling the smell of food wagged its tail and rubbed against the owner's leg.Because it was past meal time, Scott only took a few pieces of meatloaf and put them in the bowl that he had eaten clean, and put the rest in the refrigerator. Jim ate happily, and Scott rubbed the big dog that was whimpering because of wolfing down, and said, "This is from Logan, remember to say hello to him next time you see him."

Thinking of the man full of contradictions, Scott originally wanted to raise a smile, but for some reason, the young man's hand stroking the back of the big dog paused, and the arc on his lips slowly flattened.