The reborn male god is a foodie

"Who said that the most important thing is that I win." Tang Shaoke's mouth moved slightly, whispering softly.

Su Yu raised his eyes subconsciously, making sure that he was the only one who heard it, so he was relieved. He looked helplessly at the arrogant male god, turned his body slightly, and moved his fingers where the camera could not see.

Tang Shaoke rubbed his waist calmly, glanced at Su Yu who pretended nothing happened, and wept silently in his heart, but the smug look on his face was restrained after all.

With everyone's cooperation, the program went smoothly. Tian Haitao and the others were able to enjoy themselves in the crew, and the newcomers didn't have any burden of being idols. Instead, Yuan Qing took care of them and gave them more close-up shots.

So before the meal time came, the recording was over and we went back to the background.

Everyone was busy taking photos together, but Yuan Qing pulled Tang Shaoke aside and pouted at Su Yu, "How many times have I invited you to come on the show, but you refused, what's going on?"

Tang Shaoke was full of doubts, and asked puzzledly, "What's the situation, it's my first TV show, and I can't come to the show?"

"Stop talking." Yuan Qing looked at Tang Shaoke angrily, "You and that Su Yu, huh?"

Tang Shaoke's body tensed up, his voice sank, and he frowned and looked at Yuan Qing: "Is it so obvious?"

"That's not true." Yuan Qing waved his hand, signaling him to relax, "Others seem to be fine, but the fans are going crazy if they don't see that group of fans, but what kind of friendship do we have, why don't we know you? You If not, can you come to the show? Can you cooperate with the CP speculation? With Zhang Yi’s virtue, he has been your follower since he was a child, and he can command you?”

The complacent look on Tang Shaoke's face was undisguised, and he glanced at Yuan Qing, "That's true, help me watch some editing later, our family's Su Yu can have more shots, do you hear me?"

"Okay, let's talk later." Seeing that Yuan Qing wanted to ask again, Tang Shaoke waved his hand impatiently, and walked straight towards Su Yu.

Seeing Tang Shaoke smiling like a flower in front of Su Yu, Yuan Qing stretched his muscles and sighed, "It's not easy to make friends."

Su Yu smiled and talked to several hosts, and then left directly through the back door with Tang Shaoke.

It wasn't until he got into the nanny's car, pulled the curtains tightly, and turned on a weak light, that Su Yu took a deep breath. Feeling tired all over, he leaned on the seat cushion and closed his eyes to rest.

"Are you tired? Will this still be uncomfortable?" Looking at Su Yu, who has always been serious, lying half-lying like a cartilage shrimp, his face was covered with a layer of light powder, which couldn't hide the tiredness between his brows. Tang Shaoke pulled Su Yu over with distress, let him lean on his lap, and gently pressed his fingers on Su Yu's temples.

"Could you be a little stronger?" Tang Shaoke carefully leaned over and glanced at Su Yu.

"Just right." Su Yu didn't even bother to open his comfortable eyes, and replied lazily.

After pressing for a while, the slender and strong fingers moved down quietly, from the temple down, across the cheek, and stayed on the tip of Su Yu's ear for a moment, the fingertips gently raised slightly, with some itchiness , Just a few times, the tips of Su Yu's ears turned red.

Looking at Su Yu who was holding back his eyes, Tang Shaoke smiled. Su Yu's ears are the most sensitive. He wants to see how long this little thing can endure.

The warm fingertips circled around Su Yu's ears a few times, then went down, around the smooth neck, and twirled on the Adam's apple.

Su Yu held Tang Shaoke's hand helplessly, raised his eyes, and said angrily, "Stop making trouble."

"I'm not making trouble." The corners of Tang Shaoke's mouth curled up, and he suddenly moved closer, biting Su Yu's earlobe lightly, and lightly bumping between his teeth, with a faint smile in his bewitching low voice, "Ah Yu, go to you!" How is home?"

There seemed to be an uninterrupted current flowing through the place where the tip of his tongue licked, causing bursts of numbness. Su Yu's body couldn't help trembling slightly, his breath was a little disordered, and his voice was a little weaker, "No."

Feeling that Tang Shaoke's voice had changed, Su Yu hugged the seat and sat up, looking at Tang Shaoke with serious eyes, "No."

Tang Shaoke pursed his lips, eyes filled with tears, and looked at Su Yu with grievance, "I want to see where you live, but I can't."

"Cough cough." Choking on saliva, Su Yu coughed uncontrollably, his face flushed red.

Only then did Tang Shaoke get anxious, and patted Su Yu's back lightly with his palms, his tone dissatisfied, "Look at you, I'm thinking wrong, am I such a anxious person?"

"Aren't you?" Su Yu put his fist on his mouth, coughed from time to time, but looked at Tang Shaoke suspiciously.

"Of course not." Tang Shaoke opened his eyes innocently, blinked in front of Su Yu to show his innocence, and then smiled lightly, "I just thought yesterday was the anniversary, and I didn't have a good time. We have to make up for it." Come on, go buy some vegetables, and then go back to your house, shall we cook together?"

"Cooking together?" Su Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, carefully recalling the four dishes and one soup Tang Shaoke made, the charred pork, and the soup with eggshells floating, and he was really worried.

According to Mi Wei, that's the result of the male god's work all afternoon. If Tang Shaoke can cook together, he should be thankful if he doesn't help.

"Yeah, let's go together." Tang Shaoke looked at Su Yu seriously.

"Although I don't mind other people's eyes, I also know that our relationship is not the time to be exposed." Tang Shaoke looked at Su Yu melancholy, "I just want to live an ordinary life with you. Two bites, rice, oil and salt every day, you cook and I wash the dishes, even in such an ordinary life, when I think of being with you, I feel happy."

Perhaps it's been a long time since I saw the serious Tang Shaoke, but Su Yu was not used to it. When he saw the coquettish male god who rubbed against his shoulder after speaking, he softened his heart in an instant, "Okay, but it's okay to buy vegetables. No, if you show up in the supermarket, the two of us will grab the headlines tomorrow, and we have food at home, so just go there."

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Tang Shaoke, who had been wronged just now, immediately jumped up, calling Yan Cheng to drive in a serious manner.

As usual, there was a hint of urgency in the emphasis, Yan Cheng took off his earphones with aversion to the cold, and started the car, the deafening music could be heard from far away from the earphones.

Glancing in the rearview mirror, seeing Su Yu with a ruddy complexion and Tang Shaoke triumphant, Yan Cheng couldn't help but sigh.

He was one step too late, Zhang Yi had already ignored Fang Hao's dissatisfaction with a faceless face, and got on the car. That idiot Mi Wei still welcomed the light bulb with a confused face. It was Fang Hao's bad luck for such a poor EQ. Life is estimated to last a long time.

But think about it, Fang Hao has Mi Wei, Zhang Yi has An Chen, although the little girl left with the support club as soon as the show ended, but that also has a goal, okay?

It's not like he is so sad, looking at the two behind him every day, even if he is not sure about the relationship, he can torture single dogs to death, let alone now, it feels like there are pink bubbles floating in the air, bang bang bang It hit him on the face, that feeling, damn it, hurts.

"Ah." Yan Cheng leaned on the steering wheel and rested his chin, his face full of grief and indignation.

"Drive, what are you thinking?" Tang Shaoke slapped Yan Cheng on the forehead with a thud.

"Ouch." Yan Cheng wailed and stepped on the gas pedal.

The steering wheel turned, drove out of the parking lot, and bypassed the traffic lights from behind. Yan Cheng suddenly let out a snort. Su Yu looked up and asked what's wrong.

"Isn't that from your support club?" Yan Cheng controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and pointed across the road with the other.

Su Yu got up and took a look. It was indeed the little girls who were holding the light sign just now. An Chen was also inside. It seemed that he was arguing with the security guard. He patted Yan Cheng worriedly, "Turn over."

"Don't meddle in other people's business." Tang Shaoke hugged Su Yu from behind with a serious expression.

Su Yu rolled his eyes, "That's a member of my support club, why is it someone else, but speaking of it, I haven't seen a photo of the president of the support club, it's so mysterious."

Yan Cheng's eyes flickered, and he subconsciously glanced at Tang Shaoke in the rearview mirror.

Tang Shaoke shook his head slightly, and compromised, "Okay, then go and see, don't get in touch with these girls too much, do you hear me?"

"Okay." Su Yu rubbed Tang Shaoke's eyebrows and smoothed out the lines, his eyes were full of doting, "I promise, don't have too much contact with other girls, okay?"

"Nor are other boys." Tang Shaoke refused to let go.

"Okay, okay, if you don't communicate with people, I'll just chat with monsters, hey, Yan Cheng, hurry up, don't let anything happen in a while."

Yan Cheng was silent for a while, why did he always feel that something was not quite right? After thinking about Su Yu's words carefully, he turned his head suddenly, his face full of anger, "Who is a monster, don't talk to me, I will If you want to be a good demon, bah, be a human."

Tang Shaoke glared, "My wife said you are, and you are."

His eyes were sharp like bayonets, and Yan Cheng shrank his head honestly.

The nanny's car stopped slowly on the side of the road, and the sound of arguing could be heard clearly through the car window. Tang Shaoke raised the curtain of the car, and the faces of the little girls were red from arguing.

"Don't move in the car, I'll go down and have a look." Su Yu patted Tang Shaoke and signaled Yan Cheng to get out of the car with him.

Su Yu put on a mask, got out of the car, and stood by the side of the road, watching the intense noise.

"We also paid for it, so why bully people like this." It was An Chen's voice.

The security guard, who seemed to be in his 40s, looked like a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, impatient on his face, and pushed the person aside casually, speaking disdainfully, "Okay, what kind of star is Su Yu? You guys, can you compare?"