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In Huo Yang's heart, Ye Lang's culinary skills have always been a mystery, and his priority may be higher than "his parents' good looks".

It's a pity that it was in the previous life - in this life, he was just a little kid, waiting to be fed all day long, and Huo Yang had to rack his brains to feed him.

Xue Yuan was caught cooking by him many times on weekends, and he was very angry, "I'm sorry, it was my fault for helping you last time..."

Huo Yang immediately interrupted him: "Think about it, you usually work part-time or study on weekends. When you come to me, I cook two meals a day, and I will reimburse you [-] per day for vegetables. The environment is beautiful, and there is also a special car to pick you up. If you want to study, there is also a small library here! And I don’t bother you every day, I just annoy you for a while.”

"No," Xue Yuan reflexively refused, "My mother said that I can't accept favors for friends..."

"Then take it as a favor for me!"

Poor Xue Yuan fell into an endless loop, "But I..."

Huo Yang suddenly poked his head out and shouted, "Ye Lang! Do you want your brother Xue Yuan to come and play?"

Ye Lang cooperated seamlessly, "Take fried taro balls in exchange!"

Xue Yuan, "...have you two stringed words together?"

"People and children like you," Huo Yang pointed at the door, "You are so cruel, leaving us orphans and widows?"

Xue Yuan really has nothing to say.Under Huo Yang's smiling gaze, he twisted his head full of awkward muscles, and finally nodded, "Okay."

Huo Yang threw himself back in front of the panel again, "We'll go shopping after I finish kneading this ball."

Xue Yuan looked around idly, then leaned over to watch him knead the dough, "Did you make the bread you ate in class that day?"

"Yeah, I keep a bunch of them in the refrigerator. If you want to eat them, put them in the microwave for 2 minutes." With flour on his hands, Huo Yang kneaded the flour dough mixed with butter, cinnamon, nuts and egg yolks Smooth dough, then sprinkled with yeast powder, covered with cloth to rest.

Xue Yuan watched him wash his hands, "I like to eat that kind of soft stuffed bread, but I don't think it's delicious."

Huo Yang squinted at him, "You haven't eaten anything delicious. I'll open your eyes later."

The two went out to buy a bunch of vegetables, and when they came back, Xue Yuan washed the vegetables and started cooking.During this period, Huo Yang's mobile phone on the island rang.

"Hey," Xue Yuan turned his head and called him, "Mobile phone!"

Huo Yang was rubbing a piece of mozzarella cheese and stuffing the shredded cheese into the bread, "help me see."

The phone was right in his hand, and he didn't even look at it. Xue Yuan could only hold the frying pan in one hand, and leaned over with difficulty, "Hey, your brother sent you a text message saying he was hungry."

"Oh." He replied without looking up.

"..." Xue Yuan sighed at his disapproving look, "I'll fry the taro balls first."

When he finished frying the taro balls, Huo Yang was still bent over, using a bread knife to draw patterns on the surface of the dough. His expression was so focused that Xue Yuan couldn't help but look at him several times.

When he came back after delivering the taro balls, the oven was already turning on with an orange light.Huo Yang leaned against the edge of the island, nibbling a small cucumber with relish.

Xue Yuan couldn't help asking him, "Why do you like bread?"

Huo Yang replied confidently, "It's delicious."

Xue Yuan thought about the bread he had eaten, and shook his head, "It's not as delicious as meat."

"Because I've eaten something very delicious," Huo Yang smiled, "It's the kind of food that you can never forget after eating it once."

At this time, the oven has already faintly overflowed with the cooked aroma of bread. When people smell it, they can smell the warm and soft taste, with a little sweetness, but it is not the sweetness of sugar and butter, but it takes a while to chew. The sweetness tasted.

Xue Yuan smelled it, and his salivary glands were a little ready to move, "I think what you cook is delicious."

Huo Yang waved his hand, "Compared with him, it's dog food." He added, "It's not an exaggeration, it's serious."

"Then where is the bread you ate sold?"

Huo Yang took another bite of the cucumber, "It's not for sale, I can't eat it anymore."

Xue Yuan was really hooked by the smell, and chased him and asked, "Closed? Moved? If it's really so delicious, it must be..."

"died."

Xue Yuan hadn't reacted yet, "...what?"

Huo Yang glanced at him, raised his hand, and the cucumber handle flew into the trash can, "The baker died in an accident, so I can't eat it anymore."

His expression was a little weird, and someone else might change the subject wisely, but Xue Yuan is not an ordinary person after all, "My condolences are changing. When will your bread be baked?"

"..." Huo Yang walked to the oven, "There are still 10 minutes. Why did it take you so long to deliver the taro balls?"

"Oh, I chatted with your brother for a while." Xue Yuan pushed his glasses, "He was actually reading the "China Iron and Steel Industry Yearbook" and took a lot of notes. He seems to be very interested in economics, so thick , A book with so much data, I can't even read it. He can also write a lot of hypotheses based on mathematical intuition, and then check the books to prove it..."

"Did you ask him why he wrote this thing?"

"No," Xue Yuan scratched his head, "It's just... interest?"

Huo Yang looked up to the sky and sighed, "Oh! How could you not ask! Oh..."

"What's the matter?" Xue Yuan was confused, "This thing can't be a school homework, could it be the homework assigned by his parents? It must be the perverted parents. It can only be..."

"That's the problem." Huo Yang turned around suddenly, grabbed his shoulders, leaned over, and said in a low voice, "A 12-year-old kid who is only in the first grade of school and likes to eat fried taro balls with sugar, Will you be interested in reading this kind of book that you and I, who are already in their twenties, and two A-university students who have received scholarships, can't read it?"

Xue Yuan felt that he was making a fuss, "Maybe he is very talented, and it's not like you haven't seen those monsters in several courtyards."

"I know what a child prodigy is like. I know that von Neumann was able to teach others set theory at the age of 11." Huo Yang said, "But the key is that he never showed any interest in economics since he was a child. He He doesn't say he likes it, he doesn't take the initiative to learn it, and he doesn't use it in his daily life. Do you understand?"

"..." Xue Yuan frowned.

The oven bell rang, Huo Yang paused, let go of him, turned around and opened the oven door.

A rich and warm fragrance surged out, filling the room in an instant.

"His parents used to force him like this." Huo Yang looked at the oven, "Now his grandparents also..."

He thought of Ye Lang's shelter-like hut, which was sandwiched between the high concrete walls, enclosing a small piece of survival-like world.What is contained there seems to be the simplest request of a person.

Xue Yuan naturally didn't know the joints, and said: "If he really doesn't like it, he just grows up and quits. I think this is a kind of cultivation, right?" He walked over and looked at the bread greedily, "To be honest, I'm still envious. My family only plays cards, so I don't care about my studies."

Huo Yang didn't talk about this topic again, but just put on his gloves and pulled out the baking pan.

After lunch, he and Xue Yuan cleaned up the dishes, turned to him and said, "I have something to do in the afternoon, can you take the subway back by yourself?"

"Success." Xue Yuan looked at his watch, "Are you still coming tonight?"

"No, you go back and rest."

"Let me do the dishes," Xue Yuan waved his hand, "Go play with your brother."

Huo Yang, a patient with advanced lazy cancer, pointed to the cabinet, "There is a dishwasher..."

"I'm used to hand washing." After he finished speaking, he buried his head in his work.

Huo Yang was not polite to him either.Xueba's work is the same as studying. He doesn't have any emotions of like or dislike. He just devotes himself to doing it. If you are interested, you can study it, and if you don't like it, you can finish it as quickly as possible.

Huo Yang went to the study room, just in time to see Ye Lang printing something, stapled a stack of more than ten pages of documents, put the boards in the school bag, and then tidied up the desk.

He whistled.

Ye Lang didn't raise his head, "Let's go now?"

"I'll go later." Huo Yang said, "Come here."

Ye Lang looked up at him, "Why?"

"It's not cute to have a serious face as soon as you study." He clicked his tongue and waved, "Come here and let me measure how tall you are."

"Didn't you measure it two days ago?"

Huo Yang said: "Scholar farewell is like three autumns every day, come here."

"It's 'Shibie looks at you with admiration for three days' and 'One day is like three autumns'." Ye Lang frowned, "You just want to touch the top of my head. What's the meaning of this?"

Huo Yang saw that he couldn't come, so he planned to work on his legs himself. Ye Lang didn't wait for him to walk halfway, he raised the corner of the printer with one hand, and looked directly at him, with the meaning of "you will die if you dare to come here" .

"...It's too uncute." He stopped resentfully.

By the way, Mr. Ye claimed that he missed his grandson, and he also thought about him by the way, so he asked them to go home for a while and have dinner together.Huo Yang is actually quite worried at this time. The old man passed him off as a fart before, and then suddenly agreed to Ye Lang to move in. Ye Lang said that he refused to see him when he was missing for two months. Sea Needle".Besides, if you eat at one table, the atmosphere will be much more...

Not to mention anything else, he decided to bring the power bank with him.

When going out, Huo Yang yelled towards the kitchen, "Let's go! Xue Yuan, close the window and door later!"

"Okay!" The other side responded.

When driving to Ye's house, there was the sound of papers being flipped from the back seat. Even if Huo Yang didn't look at it, he could feel Ye Lang's rare nervousness.He really wanted to snatch the stack of papers and see what was written on it - after holding back for a long time, he could only snatch the driveway angrily.

After arriving at the home, Huo Yang was caught off guard at the door of the study and crashed into the sea of ​​teenagers.

There are more than a dozen children in a corridor. Children of this age can't tell their size from their appearance, but can only be judged from their respective expressions and clothing.There was a particularly eye-catching boy in the crowd, who seemed to be about the same age as Ye Lang, and there was a slender girl standing lazily beside him, who seemed to be a pair of siblings.

The reason why they are particularly eye-catching is because many children gathered beside them, talking and joking, but their behavior was a little cautious, uncomfortable, or deliberate.

Could it be the king of children?

Ye Lang saw that he noticed it, and explained in a low voice: "Those two people belong to Ye Qijun's family, the eldest is brother Mingyuan, and the other is sister Qingsang...and Ye Mingguan."

As soon as they appeared in the corridor, someone noticed them.There were chattering voices from near and far, and everyone's eyes turned on them.

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