After I became A Piao, I found out that my best friend had a crush on me

Following Ying Ze's words, Meng Yue involuntarily immersed himself in memories.

What he thought of was not the scene in the forest just now, but earlier.On the day of the trial, after Ying Ze sent Meng and his wife back to the Meng family, due to traffic jams, the driver temporarily changed lanes and drove directly to the place where Meng Yue's car accident occurred.

Ying Ze was in a bad mood, so he sat down for a while.During that time, Meng Yue appeared on the road and walked towards his friend.

He was ignorant of his present situation, not even noticing the passing of March.A stylishly dressed girl came over, and Meng Yue was caught off guard, and was pierced through her body.

At that moment, as if his soul was scattered, his sanity was thrown into the sky, and then suddenly fell down.

He heard the wind blowing past his ears, and saw the wings of birds sweep away the clouds.

The taste is really not good, and Meng Yue still has lingering fears in his heart.He is not a timid person, but he has some feelings, and only after experiencing it, he knows that he doesn't want to try it a second time.

He intends to do so, and he insists on doing so.In the next half month, whether it is Yingze or his parents, Meng Yue must carefully keep a distance when getting along with them.Only in the woods just now, he watched helplessly as the cloud of black mist rushed towards Ying Ze's door.Meng Yue's body was faster than his consciousness, and he responded directly.Looking back later, I realized that I actually touched my friend's skin instead of penetrating it.

He told Ying Ze about being "penetrated" by a fashionable girl that day.At this moment of silence for a long time, Ying Ze probably also thought of Meng Yue's concerns.He pondered for a moment, and a bowl of porridge was placed in front of him, with fish fillets, scallops, and shrimps floating in the porridge.Holding a spoon in his hand, Ying Ze gently stirred the porridge, the freshness of the seafood and the aroma of the porridge slowly spread in the small room.For Ze, although he couldn't see Meng Yue, he knew that Meng Yue was by his side, so at this moment, he was filled with unparalleled fireworks.It's no longer eating alone in a cold house, but Meng Yue is by his side.

His eyelashes trembled, and he tried to keep his tone as steady as possible, and said, "Maybe it's because of the contact area, or because of this period of time, you more or less know how to use power..."

Ying Ze didn't know that Meng Yue didn't sit down opposite him at this moment.

He only saw the opposite chair being pulled away.But in fact, Meng Yue was beside Ying Ze.

He leaned against the edge of the table, folded his hands on his chest, lowered his head, and watched the spoon in Ying Ze's hand turn and turn and turn and turn.It's December and the weather is cooler.Ying Ze promised to turn on the air conditioner when the nanny was working, and it didn't matter when the nanny left.He is not short of electricity bills, and the room is still warm at the moment.It's just that the bowl is very small, so Meng Yue felt inexplicably that if Ying Ze turned it any longer, the bowl of porridge would be completely cold.

On a whim, he raised his hand to touch Yingze's wrist.

Ying Ze was wearing home clothes, looking very informal.But he and Meng Yue are too familiar, "informal" is normal.The cuffs were loose, and Meng Yue easily grabbed them.

Ying Ze was obviously stunned.

After a hundred days, he heard his friend's voice for the second time, saying, "Don't disturb, just eat."

Ying Ze blinked his eyes.

Meng Yue froze.In just a split second, he saw Ying Ze's eye circles turn red quickly, and his eyes glowed with water.Blink again, and tears fall.

Ying Ze seemed to feel ashamed, so he covered his eyes with his other hand and adjusted his breathing.He opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't hold it back in the end, and no matter how hard he tried, he still let out a little crying.

Meng Yue: "..."

He slowly let go of Yingze's wrist.

Reflection: What did I do?

I don't seem to be doing anything? !

How did you make people cry? ? ?

As soon as he let go of his hand, Ying Ze reacted the next moment.

Mr. Ying turned his wrist, maybe it was intuition, maybe it was other reasons.In short, he directly grabbed Meng Yue's withdrawn hand.

All this is very short for Meng Yue, but Ying Ze has adjusted his mood.His palms were clasped with Meng Yue's, and his friend's hand, which was always warm and dry in the past, became very cold at this moment, like a piece of cold jade.But unlike jade, no matter how long you hold it, you can't pass your body temperature to Meng Yue.

Ying Ze apologized and said, "I lost my composure too much."

Meng Yue pursed his lips and did not speak.

Ying Ze still couldn't see him, but he could judge Meng Yue's position from the position and posture of his hands.

He looked up to the side, and the light in the room fell on Ying Ze's face.His skin is very fair and delicate, and because he just cried, there is still a thin red water color in the circles of his eyes.It is much more vivid than when I watched it in the car before.

Meng Yue didn't answer, Ying Ze seemed to panic for a moment.But he quickly adjusted himself again and said, "Meng Yue, would you like to say a word?"

He found a reasonable explanation for his clasping of Meng Yue's hand: when he touched it, he seemed to be able to hear Meng Yue's voice.

Meng Yue looked at him, opened his mouth slowly, and said, "The porridge is getting cold."

His voice fell clearly next to Ying Ze's ear.It was a very clean young voice, with a touch of resignation.

He didn't push Yingze's hand away, and after a short pause, he said, "Eat, you should be hungry after running all afternoon."

The corners of Ying Ze's lips curled up little by little, and finally, a smile appeared.

Meng Yue inexplicably felt that after a few words, the depression that had been lingering around Ying Ze suddenly disappeared.The thin red on his eyes has not dissipated, but it is almost undetectable.Of course he could still see it, but with Ying Ze's expression at the moment, he was naturally ignored.

He looked very happy, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and his eyes were bright.

Ying Ze said: "I was too excited just now," took a deep breath, adjusted my tone thoroughly, and suggested, "Shall I tell my uncle and aunt about this tomorrow? They must be very happy."

Meng Yue looked at the smile on the corners of his brows and eyes, and realized: Well, Ying Ze must be very happy now.

He cared so much about himself, so he judged others by himself, and suddenly thought of his parents' feelings.

As a friend, Ying Ze really has nothing to say.Even if he likes him, if he can't respond, he will always drift away... Thinking of this, Meng Yue felt a little sad and regretful.

Ying Ze said something again, which seemed to be: "I'll ask Auntie," that is, the nanny, "to buy an extra portion when shopping for vegetables. You can try these on the table first, and I will try to make them myself later."

Meng Yue came back to his senses, smiled, and said, "Okay."

Ying Ze: "But I'm not very good at handicrafts, so I'm definitely not as good as Auntie."

He was talking, and in the process, he kept holding Meng Yue's hand.

At first, perhaps under the excitement, they ignored the clasping palms of the two.When I got to the back, I seemed to have noticed it, but I just didn't want to let go.Meng Yue could feel that his friend's forearm was a little stiff and stubborn.His right hand was clasped with Meng Yue, so he had to hold the spoon with his left hand.

Meng Yue looked at the wall clock in the living room and said, "Ten minutes."

Ying Ze was taken aback.

Meng Yue fixed his gaze on him, and saw Bo Hong floating on his friend's cheek.

Ying Ze: "Well, this..."

Meng Yue said: "Try how long the effect can be maintained after 10 minutes of contact?"

Ying Ze said "hmm", nodded, and slowly withdrew his right hand.

During this process, his fingers stuck to Meng Yue's.Obviously it was a fleeting thing, but such a short movement was stretched in my heart, like sparks passing by.

Meng Yue saw that his earlobe was bright red, but he had to pretend to be calm.

The corners of his lips curled up a little, thinking: a little cute.

Then he licked it back and said in his heart: But... love?

Ying Ze said calmly, "Eat quickly, too."

Meng Yue agreed: "Okay."

At this moment, Ying Ze finally took his first mouthful of seafood porridge.Sure enough, it was a bit cold, but it was still a temperature that could be eaten.My aunt probably boiled it for a long time, and the rice grains were almost boiled, but the fish fillets were still intact and tender.One bite, the lips and teeth are fresh.

He suddenly felt that Meng Yue was a little pitiful.

You can "taste" the food, but you can't feel the texture of the ingredients blending and changing in your mouth.

Although I don't have a clue about many things right now, it would be great if Meng Yue could get back to his body soon.

He drank the porridge slowly, and in front of him, five or six dishes were separated from the middle, and a clear gap was deliberately left.

Meng Yue said concisely, "The left side is for you."

The right is his own.

Meng Yue eats very quickly.Probably in order to cooperate with him, Ying Ze also speeded up and solved it in 10 minutes.

Then, Ying Ze rolled up his cuffs, walked into the kitchen, and looked at the materials prepared by his aunt.After becoming the current form, Meng Yue's "food intake" has become a bottomless pit.Ying Ze had some guesses in his heart, and he will verify them today.He dug out the notes left by his aunt, and according to the above requirements, what to put in the pot first, and how many grams of seasoning to add.

In the factory before, Meng Yue told Ying Ze that he only wanted to eat cooked food and was not sensitive to raw food.

Ying Ze asked if it must suit Meng Yue's taste.Meng Yue replied that he was not picky about food.

The superficial meaning of these words is that no matter what kind of food, as long as it is "cooked food", it can be included in the list of energy supplements by Meng Yue.

But Ying Ze and Meng Yue had been friends for many years and then worked together again.They ate thousands of meals together, and Ying Ze knew Meng Yue's taste very well.

Meng Yue prefers local dishes, and at the same time he is really "not picky about food".Although he once complained to Ying Ze about his father's "creativity", Meng Yue inherited his father Meng Yingzhe's preference for new dishes and was always willing to try.

In other words, "not picky eaters" itself is Mengyue's taste.

So Ying Ze's first guess is: the more he likes Meng Yue, the more power he will be given?

According to this idea, Yingze's craftsmanship must not be as good as the nanny's.In terms of secular tastes, Meng Yue definitely prefers the works of Aunt Nanny.

Therefore, the dishes he cooked, with the same weight and color, must have less power to replenish Meng Yue than the dishes fried by the nanny.

While Ying Ze was firing, Meng Yue looked around, floating the dishes on the dining table, and lining up the dishwasher one by one.

Dishes that you have tasted go into the kitchen waste bin.Ying Ze tasted it, and with the idea of ​​not wasting food, Meng Yue dug out a few small bowls, poured them in, and put them in the refrigerator.

Everything went on quietly and orderly.

Looking at the refrigerator full of fresh ingredients, Meng Yue was quite relieved.Half a month ago, Yingze was a cold commodity house on a lonely sandbar.Up to now, there has been a lot of breath of life, and "nanny" no longer only exists in Ying Ze's mouth.

He roughly tidied it up and was controlling the rag to wipe the table. Ying Ze set out a plate of dishes and said, "Try?"

It's a plate of deep-fried shrimp.

Shrimp shells are stained with sauce.Considering the weight factor, Ying Ze followed Meng Yue's example and used chopsticks to divide the deep-fried shrimp into two portions.

He pinched one himself, and it was probably hot, making a soft "hissing" sound.After peeling off the shrimp shell, the fingertips became soy sauce-colored, which was sucked away by Ying Ze.After he finished eating, he commented: "It's not as tasty as Auntie's cooking, what do you think?"

Meng Yue didn't want to disappoint his friend's painstaking efforts, so he felt it carefully at this moment.

He came to a conclusion opposite to Ying Ze's: "You, the effect seems to be better."

Ying Ze held his breath and looked at him quietly.

Meng Yue paused for a moment and realized: He couldn't hear again.

The author has something to say: *After writing the last chapter and sending it out, the name "X Jinpeng" sounds so familiar to me!After thinking hard for a long time, I finally remembered that there is a supporting role in "Bao Cuo" also called this...

The auto-namer misunderstood me.Change the name of Boss Chen, from now on he will be called Chen Yewei~

Happy December, I also want to eat Fried Shrimp 12!