how lucky i met you

The jacket on his body still carried Ji Yuzhi's breath, Fang Yu's heart was pounding, and he was suddenly at a loss, not knowing where to look with his eyes...

He could only lower his head and stare at his fingers.

But Fang Yu kept his head down all the way, only halfway through the journey, Fang Yu's neck hurts badly.

In desperation, he could only raise his head and move his neck.

"Cervical pain?"

Ji Yuzhi noticed Fang Yu's movements from the corner of his eye, and asked.

"Well, it's an old problem."

Fang Yu didn't dare to say that the pain was caused by keeping his head down because he didn't dare to look at him, so he could only excuse his old problems.

"I used to draw with my head down all the time, and my cervical spine hurts after a long time."

"Go back and I'll press it for you."

While talking, Ji Yuzhi turned on the left turn signal.

"There are U-shaped pillows in the back seat, you can use them."

Fang Yu turned his head and glanced at the back seat. Sure enough, there was a U-shaped pillow, light gray, without any pattern, so while passing the traffic light, Fang Yu temporarily unfastened his seat belt, stretched out his hand, and put the pillow on the pillow. He took the pillow from the back seat and put it around his neck.

There is a place to rest the head, and the neck is indeed much more comfortable.

Fang Yu no longer lowered his head, but he couldn't control his gaze anymore, so he took advantage of the occasional glare of the lights on the opposite road, and peeked in Ji Yuzhi's direction from time to time One glance, the more you look, the more reluctant to look away.

"Is there something dirty on my face?"

The man's voice sounded unexpectedly.

Fang Yu was so startled that his hands shook, and he quickly looked away.

"No……"

"Then why are you staring at me?"

Ji Yuzhifeng asked lightly, it sounded like he was asking casually, and he didn't seem to care much.

Fang Yu pinched the corner of his clothes carefully, and had already thought of the reason.

"The headlights of the cars coming from the opposite side are too bright, which is a bit dazzling."

When I got home, it was almost a little.

Fang Yu pushed open the door, turned on the light, and suddenly smelled a strange smell.

"Mr. Ji, do you smell anything?"

Fang Yu turned around and confirmed to Ji Yuzhi.

Ji Yuzhi wasn't too sure, "Is something blurred?"

"Oops!"

Hearing what Ji Yuzhi said, Fang Yu suddenly realized, changed his shoes and ran into the kitchen quickly.

"It's over, the pork rib soup I cooked has turned into pork rib charcoal..."

Fang Yu looked at the black carbon ash in the crock, and felt bad all over.

"When I left, I had already turned off the gas..."

Fang Yu still has this common sense of safety. If you are not at home, you cannot leave the fire on all the time.

"Could it be that it was blurred when you turned it off?"

Ji Yuzhi didn't suspect that Fang Yu forgot to turn off the gas, because the gas stove doesn't have a timer switch, if Fang Yu didn't turn it off when he left, the fire should still be on when he came back.

"what?"

Fang Yu recalled it carefully.

When I turned off the gas stove, I seemed to smell such an unusual smell, but I was in a hurry to go out to find Ji Yuzhi, so I didn't seem to care much about it...

Fang Yu: "..."

There is no one who can still stew the pork rib soup at home.

"Hey, it's all my fault. I wanted to make you a pot of pork rib soup, but it turned out like this..."

"Didn't you cook a lot? It's enough."

Ji Yuzhi smiled and pointed to the dishes on the dining table outside.

Fang Yu became even more frustrated, "But it's already cold, and there are several dishes that won't taste good after reheating..."

For example, the dry-fried mushrooms he made are crispy and delicious when eaten hot, but they are not fragrant when they are cold.

Reheating will change the taste of the whole mushroom.

"I really want to taste the dishes you cook."

Ji Yuzhi raised his hand and rubbed Fang Yu's head, then turned around and went out, brought in two dishes and put them in the microwave.

When the dish is hot, put another dish in the microwave for heating.

After all the dishes were heated up, Fang Yu sat at the dining table, looked at the table full of dishes, and suddenly began to hesitate.

"Mr. Ji, we eat so much in the middle of the night, won't we really gain weight?"

Hearing this, Ji Yuzhi raised his head and stared at Fang Yu for two seconds, before answering seriously.

"If you don't have hyperthyroidism, you will."

Fang Yu: "..."

Ji Yuzhi is indeed a real person, and he doesn't lie in his words.

Fang Yu stared at Ji Yuzhi eagerly and took several bites, and his stomach started to growl.

After all, he hadn't eaten anything from afternoon to night.

It was okay for everyone not to eat.

But now letting him watch Ji Yuzhi eat, he couldn't take it anymore.

Fang Yu picked up the chopsticks decisively, took a bite of food and put it in his mouth.

To hell with gaining weight or not!

The top priority is to fill your stomach first!

After eating, Fang Yu stood up and wanted to clean up the dishes, but was held down by a pair of big hands.

"Let me do it."

Ji Yuzhi took Fang Yu's hand away, and then began to clear the dining table.

"Mr. Ji, let me do it."

Fang Yu looked at Ji Yuzhi's slender and distinct hands, and felt that those hands only needed to be used for experiments, what a waste to wash dishes.

"You've worked hard cooking, so leave it to me to wash the dishes."

Ji Yuzhi neatly stacked the bowls that had been drained of residue, and brought them into the kitchen.

Fang Yu always felt that it was aggrieved to ask Ji Yuzhi to wash the dishes, so he walked in and saw Ji Yuzhi open the cupboard, took out a pair of gloves, put them on slowly, and started to wash the dishes.

Ji Yuzhi washed very carefully, obviously holding a dish towel in his hand, but it gave Fang Yu the feeling that he was holding a scalpel.

Fang Yu watched Ji Yuzhi wash the dishes clean and bright all the time, and began to deeply doubt whether he had washed the dishes clean when he was cooking...

"Mr. Ji, I feel that there are only a handful of people in the world who can clean the dishes like you..."

Fang Yu couldn't help but make a little joke.

Ji Yuzhi calmly put all the bowls in the cupboard, and then took off his gloves.

"Occupational diseases. When doing experiments, every container must be cleaned, otherwise there will be bacteria."

"Mr. Ji, do you have a cleanliness?"

Fang Yu suddenly became suspicious.

"A little bit."

While answering Fang Yu's words, Ji Yuzhi wiped off the few drops of water left on the stove.

Fang Yu suddenly began to feel guilty.

According to Ji Yuzhi's standards, he definitely didn't wash the dishes!

Fortunately, Mr. Ji didn't know about this, otherwise he probably wouldn't even be able to eat.

Fang Yu silently apologized to Ji Yuzhi in his heart, and then patted his chest to reassure the man.

"Mr. Ji, don't worry, the dishes I cook are absolutely clean, and I won't have diarrhea after eating them."

"is it?"

Ji Yuzhi turned around, looked at Fang Yu thoughtfully, and spoke slowly after a while.

"When I was eating, I saw a hair in the fried cabbage..."

Fang Yu: "!!!!"

No wonder Ji Yuzhi didn't eat a bite of cabbage during the meal, he thought Ji Yuzhi didn't like cabbage!

"Why didn't you tell me when you were eating..."

Fang Yu collapsed a bit.

Ji Yuzhi said calmly, "I'm afraid that if I say it, it will affect your appetite."

Fang Yu was indignant, the point was that he was afraid of affecting his appetite?

No!The point is that he ate several mouthfuls of cabbage!