Liuxiang

Shang Huaiyan sat up.

Yi Baitang on the sofa was awakened by this movement, and looked up at Shang Huaiyan's position: "Are you awake?"

Shang Huaiyan turned on the bedside lamp, and the soft light covered half of the bedroom: "How long have I slept?"

Yi Baitang said casually, "Half an hour, not too long."

"What tone was that just now?"

"The tune of a lullaby, I used to fall asleep to this tune when I was a child."

"You..." Shang Huaiyan spoke again.

"Ok?"

"Are you so nice to everyone?" Shang Huaiyan felt very complicated when he asked this sentence.He didn't believe that he had misjudged Yi Baitang's attributes, but Yi Baitang's actions were so wrong!

Yi Baitang was slightly taken aback.

He changed his posture and thought hard.

Am I this good to every friend?

Of course that is impossible!

A good tongue is not his first friend, but the first good friend who shares the same bed with him!

And it was the first good friend he wanted to take good care of and cultivate.

Before I knew it, I began to want to irrigate all the good things I had to my good friend, the little sapling, hoping that when it would grow up well, and conquer the sea of ​​stars in the chef world with me...

Of course, on the surface, it is impossible for Yi Baitang to admit that Shang Huaiyan is special, that feeling is too shameful!

He snorted lightly, his expression Hin cold: "I've always been like this to my friends."

Shang Huaiyan looked at Yi Baitang again for a while.

Yi Baitang felt that Shang Huaiyan's gaze seemed a little strange, but before he could figure out what was so strange, Shang Huaiyan who was sitting on the bed suddenly smiled and brought up another topic: "What were you thinking just now?"

While saying this, Shang Huaiyan raised his hand and stroked his eyebrows lightly: "The brows are all wrinkled."

Yi Baitang glanced at Shang Huaiyan, then suddenly stood up from his seat and walked to the bed.

Shang Huaiyan: "?"

Before he could react, a hand landed on his forehead.

The lukewarm palm has the most comfortable temperature for the human body. There are thin calluses in the palm, and there is a slight tingling sensation when pressed against the skin.

Then, Shang Huaiyan saw Yi Baitang wave his hand, and leaned forward.

Forehead against forehead.

Shang Huaiyan looked at the face close at hand, and felt that he could kiss each other with just a slight inadvertent movement.

But it seemed that his heart was also hit at the same time, he was caught off guard, and felt bored for a while, making him stay where he was, unable to make any more reactions.

Yi Baitang first measured Liangshang Huaiyan's forehead with his hand, but he didn't feel any heat; then he measured it again with his own forehead, but he didn't feel any heat either.

So he opened the distance between the two of them, and when he did, he didn't forget to glance down at the other party's open collar.

Well, the clothes are not buttoned properly, the neckline is a bit too big, and the curve of the back can be seen... It is dry and dry, and there are no sweat beads or anything like that. The cold should be almost healed.

It must be thanks to the ginger soup I brought.

Yi Baitang gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

Now that the good tongue is out of the way, we can get down to business.

He calmly sat down beside the bed, and told Shang Huaiyan's bewildered face, what happened to Sun Ling and his own thoughts.

While speaking, he did not forget to take care of Shang Huaiyan, and deliberately slowed down his speech, so that the other party could keep up with the tune, and said things slowly.While talking about things, he was still a little puzzled: Since Shang Huaiyan is healed now, why is his reaction still so insensitive?Is it the sequelae of a cold?

Shang Huaiyan couldn't control his mind wandering too far.

Whether it was the other party's hand or the other party's forehead, the feeling of disturbing a pool of water in his heart made him extremely out of state.

While he was in a daze, he listened to Yi Baitang's words. After the other party had finally finished speaking, he managed to concentrate, thought for a while, and then: "Or else it's like this."

"How about it?"

"Don't you want to prove whether food has emotions? Then according to Sun Ling's request, research a dish that you are satisfied with, and then give the recipe of this dish to Sun Ling, and do a controlled experiment: you and Sun Ling Cook exactly the same dishes and serve them to Sun Ling's friends, don't tell me which one was made by you and which one was made by Sun Ling, just see her reaction after eating it?" Shang Huaiyan finished in one breath My own thoughts, and then explained, "Theoretically, what you cook must be better than Sun Ling's. But if the other party chooses Sun Ling's accurately, then maybe there are some intangible but indescribable things in the food that do exist. .”

Yi Baitang was stunned when he heard that.

After being stunned for a while, he fixedly looked at Shang Huaiyan, his eyes lit up like light bulbs.

The head of a good tongue does work well!

The state is obviously so bad, but the first time I thought of a solution!

Not in vain I am the first to find a good tongue when I have something to do!

In the future, we can’t just call the tongue a good tongue, it’s not enough to sum up the tongue, or else we can call it a good brain?

A bit odd, and again not generalizable enough.

Then.

Or is it called... Huai Yan?

After wandering around in Yi Baitang's mind for a couple of times, the question of address was forgotten by the master.

He is a little eager to try now, and wants to go back to a restaurant to practice the method Shang Huaiyan said. If it is really effective, it may solve his long-term troubles——

Yi Baitang remained calm, his mind drifting all the way back to his kitchen.

Then, he heard Shang Huaiyan cough lightly:

"It's a bit late now..."

In the low-key and soft light, Shang Huaiyan looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall, which had just reached ten o'clock, and said without blushing.

Yi Baitang looked back: it's already ten o'clock, it's really late!

Shang Huaiyan said again: "Now it will take at least an hour to go back to your place, which is more than your usual rest time. Why don't you stay and rest tonight?"

Yi Baitang was a little troubled.

He still wants to go back to the kitchen to study and study earlier, but what Huai Yan said is right, now he goes back at eleven o'clock, and then studies at twelve o'clock, which is too different from his usual rest time...

He turned his head to look at Shang Huaiyan again, and saw Shang Huaiyan sitting on the bed looking at him eagerly, Hin in his eyes expecting that he would stay!

So Yi Baitang instantly softened his heart.

A sick person always has a little privilege. His current behavior must be like a good person who wrapped a sapling in plastic sheets in the cold winter. After this incident, the sapling must be very close and dependent on him.

Yi Baitang nodded solemnly: "I'll stay here for one night and sleep next door to you."

Shang Huaiyan was taken aback for a moment, and after a while, he reacted quickly: "This is no problem, but I don't come to live in this villa often, the room next door is only cleaned once a week, and the bed may not have any screws."

Then the two were silent with each other for a moment.

Shang Huaiyan calmly pointed to the place next to him, and proposed a solution: "I have new clothes in my closet, and this bed is big enough..."

Yi Baitang was straightforward, with doubts in his eyes: "Do you want me to sleep with you?"

Shang Huaiyan almost choked on his own saliva.

He coughed twice, buried his guilty conscience in his body, and his face was very righteous: "What if I have a fever again at night? The sound insulation effect of this villa is very good. When the time comes, I won't be able to call you, old man." It's annoying!"

That's it!

Look, all the efforts are rewarded, and the little sapling is really close to me and very dependent on me!

He and I are on the right path together√

Satisfied, Yi Baitang took out new clothes from the closet according to what Shang Huaiyan said, took a bath here and went to bed to rest.

The sound of water in the dream suddenly came to reality.

Shang Huaiyan closed his eyes, listening to the sound of pattering and gradually disappearing, and then, the smell of clear water suddenly meandered from afar, lingering around him, but no matter how he smelled it, he seemed to be separated from him. A layer of ethereal.

Shang Huaiyan couldn't suppress his inner greed.

Just as he was about to turn around in the direction of the smell of water pretending to be nonchalant, he suddenly felt a weight on his body, and he was slapped suddenly through the quilt.

He was startled, opened his eyes immediately, and saw Yi Baitang's pale face with a little blush enlarged in front of him!

The heart beat heavily with a "boom", losing its usual rhythm.

Yi Baitang had just taken a hot bath, his whole body was warm and comfortable, and he was still a little physically sleepy and tired.

He yawned lazily, half-closed his eyes, and patted Shang Huaiyan's chest comfortingly through the quilt. In the end, he patted Shang Huaiyan's chest twice, but his hand slipped, and finally, he accidentally patted a little bit and caught it. Shang Huaiyan's shoulder.

When the palm fell on the opponent's shoulder blade, through a thin layer of pajamas, the heat from the opponent's body seemed to be pouring out continuously, and of course there was that hard feeling that supported the bones.

Is the condition recurring a bit?

Yi Baitang was a little worried, so he pulled up Shang Huaiyan's quilt calmly, tucked the corners of the quilt under Shang Huaiyan's shoulders, and after completely wrapping him up, he patted the soft quilt again with satisfaction. : "Okay, rest, wake me up if you need anything."

After finishing speaking, he turned over again, lay flat on the bed, quickly fell into a dream, and had a good night's sleep.

That night, Shang Huaiyan once again suffered from insomnia in pain.

He couldn't tell at the beginning whether his choice to keep Yi Baitang was right or wrong?

This must be the toughest choice he has ever made!

The night passed.

When Yi Baitang woke up again, he felt something was wrong.

In the morning light when he just revealed his head, he looked at a pair of mung bean-sized black eyes.

After a while, the black eyes standing outside the floor-to-ceiling window lowered their heads and pecked at their frozen feathers, flapped their wings, and flew away.

At this moment, Yi Baitang gradually felt that something was wrong.

For example, my shoulders are a little heavy, my neck is a little itchy, and the reason for his weight and neck itching——

Yi Baitang lowered his head and saw that Shang Huaiyan jumped into his quilt at some point. As for his bed, it had already fallen on the carpet under the bed, leaving only the small half of the quilt stubbornly and pitifully draped over it. The edge of the bed reminds the two of them of its existence.

Yi Baitang moved a little.

Shang Huaiyan, who was sleeping next to him, opened his eyes in a daze, as if his consciousness hadn't really awakened yet, but an ambiguous smile appeared together with a voice: "Baby, you're awake..."

He said vaguely, hugged the person in his arms and rubbed him contentedly. After secretly rubbing and eating a mouthful of small tender tofu, he wanted to imprint another good morning kiss on the baby's neck like in the past, and then——

Then he was turned over to the other side of the bed by Yi Baitang like he usually turns dried meat.

Yi Baitang felt relaxed when doing this action!

The weight of Shang Huaiyan is not as heavy as the boiler he carried with both arms when he was a child, hum!

Then Yi Baitang turned over again, pressed Shang Huaiyan who had fallen to the side, and lowered his head towards Shang Huaiyan at the same time.

Shang Huaiyan watched Yi Baitang get closer and closer, until the foreheads of the two touched lightly, making a small impact that only they could hear, and he was completely dazed.

Wait, this development is different from what I expected!

Yi Baitang pressed Shang Huaiyan and felt the heat on the other's forehead, but he really didn't feel anything.

He then raised his head, but still pressed Shang Huaiyan's body firmly, lowered his gaze, and asked condescendingly, "You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

It's so scary, Huai Yan just came out of that unexpectedly, he was frightened!

I thought Huai Yan was already dying of illness in just one night!