Admiral, run, that bad boy is E

When he realized that he had such thoughts, Lin Jue was slightly stunned.

He frowned and stared at the drop of water on the water glass that was teetering on the edge of falling.

I was wondering if I had been talked about so much by Bian Sheng in the morning that I had such a ridiculous idea.

Or maybe he hasn't recovered from his illness yet, and his thinking is confused after having a fever.

In short, he would never have any unnecessary thoughts about Shen Fan.

When Chen Cheng saw that Lin Jue was silent, he looked outside the door and looked at Shen Fan's back through the blurred plastic barrier.

……

Shen Fan stood in front of the pot of braised intestines with his arms folded and stared at it for a long time.

It was originally white, but now it's black.

Is this really edible?

At noon, I saw that boy Chen Cheng had eaten a lot, and it seemed to be quite delicious.

But Shen Fan recalled the original form of "it" in the morning, and suddenly felt that his whole body was not well.

Anyway, as long as he doesn't eat it himself, Guan Linjue doesn't care what the boy is doing.

Shen Fan took out a section with chopsticks, put it on the chopping board, and chopped it casually with a knife.

I took another plate and filled half a bowl of rice, and put all the large intestines on top.

I took a spoon and added a spoonful of soup, and finally sprinkled...a handful of coriander.

I almost forgot that Lin Jue didn't like the taste of coriander even more than he did.

Shen Fan took the all-purpose rag on the stove and wiped away the thick soup dripping out.

After looking at it carefully, I thought it was very "perfect".

Shen Fan walked out with the plate and almost bumped into Chen Cheng who wanted to come in.

"Xiao Fan, are you okay?"

"Ah."

Shen Fan held the plate with one hand, but looked at Lin Jue who was sitting upright.

He put the plate down, pushed it, and then began to prepare to see Lin Jue make a fool of himself.

He once taught him pre-dinner etiquette. You can choose not to eat, but as long as you sit at the dinner table, you will eat by default.

You can't be picky about your food, you have to eat whatever is served, and you must finish it.

If Lin Jue dared to throw away his face and leave, Shen Fan would have one more reason to "reprimand" him in the future.

When Linjue saw what was on the plate, his pupils were shocked.

The sauce-yellow skin and the whitish grease in the middle were something he had never eaten before since he was born.

Even in that inhuman life, the worst thing I ate was nutritional cream.

"Eat, sir. If you don't have enough, you can add more. Just be satisfied."

After Shen Fan finished speaking, he stepped away and sat next to Chen Cheng, waiting to watch the show.

Linjue took out the chopsticks from the sterilized chopstick holder, wiped the chopsticks with a paper towel, and found suspicious yellow stains on them.

Another shock.

Shen Fan watched him hesitate, found a clean spoon from the large disinfection cabinet, and handed it over.

"Aren't you used to chopsticks? Sir, try this."

Lin Jue raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Fan, then took it and their fingertips touched.

But they separated after only a second.

Shen Fan found that although Lin Jue was sweating, his fingers were very cold, and his blue eyes seemed to be particularly moist, giving him the illusion of being pitiful.

Shen Fan's heart moved and he slowly retreated.

"Xiao Fan, why are you so polite to him," Chen Cheng muttered in a low voice with some dissatisfaction, "My mother made this intestine specially for me. It's delicious. It's a waste to give it to him..."

Shen Fan didn't hear anything. He just hummed again, and then his eyes stayed on Lin Jue's profile.

He guessed why Lin Jue came to him at this time and found him here.

Lin Jue is not a person who likes to be in the limelight. If he really wants to come to him, he will choose to come here at night when there are fewer people instead of coming here at noon.

He is not a person who likes to make things difficult for people for no reason. Just now he said that he wanted people to inspect the store, but it was just words.

He has a cold personality and treats everyone indifferently, and he doesn't like to argue with others.

But once someone provokes him, he can hit the nail on the head and hit the person on the forehead.

Therefore,

Shen Fan guessed that Lin Jue was about to leave Blue Star and stopped by to see if this "lost" boy had changed his ways.

After all, the driver might have snitched on him last night.

Ah……

Shen Fan crossed his legs out of habit, then turned his head and glanced at Chen Cheng, who was about to stare Lin Jue out of his head.

Well, I guess his "water-based behavior" has been confirmed and there is no cure.

……

Lin Jue held the spoon and moved some of the coriander on the rice bowl, choosing to eat first, and it was white rice that had not been soaked in the soup.

He had a high fever last night, and now his spleen and stomach are actually weak.

I have no appetite at all and can't eat anything.

But "Shen Fan"'s "tutoring" through words and deeds has always influenced him.

I feel obsessive-compulsive and must finish my meal.

Lin Jue ate very slowly, chewing slowly, without making any sound.

Just like before, Shen Fan snorted coldly.

She obviously wanted to embarrass him and make him feel uncomfortable, but when Lin Jue really felt uncomfortable, Shen Fan didn't feel happy as expected, but frowned unconsciously.

Chen Cheng has been paying attention to Shen Fan's expression.

He could tell that Shen Fan was not completely disgusted with the man in front of him, and even looked like he was worried.

Chen Cheng's sense of crisis became even greater. If such a person was also pursuing Shen Fan, would he still have a chance?

……

Lin Jue ate a lot of food, and then started eating fat intestines.

After taking a bite, he barely chewed it, but swallowed it whole.

Seeing this, Shen Fan sat up straighter.

He knew that Lin Jue was like this when he was a child. He never said what he liked to eat and what he didn't like to eat.

Shen Fan once thought that he was not picky about food, but slowly he realized that was not the case. Lin Jue was just "hiding".

If he likes to eat, he will eat it slowly; if he doesn't like to eat, he will devour it in one bite.

When he discovered this doorway, Shen Fan began to gradually adjust the recipes, gradually identifying and eliminating the foods that Lin Jue didn't like to eat, and then gathering together the foods that he liked.

In order not to leave any traces and prevent Lin Jue from developing the problem of "arrogance, extravagance and lewdness", this process took almost half a year.

So now Shen Fan was able to accurately hit Lin Jue's key point.

When he was eating the third piece of sausage, Linjue finally stopped. He quickly took out a tissue and covered his mouth.

The expression on his face that he wanted to vomit was extremely uncomfortable, and the sweat on his forehead never stopped.

He touched the glass of ice water with one hand and took a sip before swallowing the piece of meat and skin tissue in his mouth.

His face turned white, and so did his lips.

Shen Fan felt that it was almost done. If he continued to eat, he was afraid that Lin Jue would actually vomit in the store.

If this happens, not only will he have to clean the house, but he will also be scolded by Sister Fang.

"Okay, if you can't eat it, don't eat it."

Shen Fan stepped forward to get Lin Jue's rice bowl, but Lin Jue pinched his wrist.

After the skin came into contact again, Shen Fan finally confirmed that it was not an illusion, Lin felt as if he had a fever.

His fingers were cold, but his palms were surprisingly hot.

"you are sick?"