Dedicated to the silly little white artist

97

Zheng He happily fried the thin slices of meat in the pan until they were half-cooked, then soaked the oil-starved slices of meat in a bowl filled with black liquid, and finally placed them neatly on the baking tray.

Bai En had been leaning against the door to watch Zheng He's actions, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Barbecue..." Zheng He put the baking tray into the oven that had been tested for temperature, stuck out his tongue when he heard this, and said, "I don't know, I made it myself."

Bai En looked at the bowl of dark things: "Can you eat it? It won't be poisonous."

"How is it possible?!" Zheng He said: "I have eaten it several times myself, and nothing happened, really!"

Bai En sincerely wanted to tease him, so he said, "What if it's a chronic poison?"

Zheng He rubbed his nose: "Then we two will die together, you lead the way, and I will be the rear."

Bai En kept laughing lowly.

"Stop laughing," Zheng He pushed Bai En: "If you don't help me, you will say something useless."

"I don't know how to cook." Bai En said frankly.

"I don't believe it. Could it be that you can't even cook eggs?"

Bai En said: "Not only eggs, I don't even know how to cook rice."

Zheng He's expression suddenly became very subtle, as if he was looking at an alien.

While speaking, there was already a scent coming from the oven. Zheng He lifted the lid of the simmering pot, looked at the fish soup that had been boiled until the soup was pure white, took a handful of wolfberries and stirred it in, and said: "During this time, I I almost vomited after eating the boxed lunch downstairs from the company, so I finally got a vacation to improve the food for you."

Bai En looked at Zheng He's oven full of meat slices, the fish soup as the main ingredient, and the sweet and sour pork tenderloin that had been put on the plate, and shook his head.

Old man Bai believed in Buddhism in his middle age and was a vegetarian all day long. Bai En stayed with him for a few years, and he didn't learn any good things, but he got used to the taste. He tasted meat a little, but Zheng He didn't like meat, which made Bai En very distressed.

98

Zheng He didn't know what kind of style to use. Just as Bai En picked up the chopsticks, Zheng He was on the sidelines adding vegetables, and there was still meat in them.

Bai En looked at the pile of plates in front of him, lost his appetite, and said, "You don't need to help me pick up the food, you can eat first."

"It's okay," Zheng He said with a smile, "This was originally made for you."

Bai En put down his chopsticks and narrowed his eyes: "Why are you so kind to me today?"

Zheng He's eyes rolled wildly: "Uh... don't I usually do the same?"

Bai En looked at Zheng He and said, "Do you really want me to clarify my doubts about you?"

"Okay, okay," Zheng He said flatly, "I said it's not okay, do you remember the script "Spring Tribulation?" I'm taking now."

Bai En nodded, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief. If it was because of work, he thought he could accept it.

Zheng He opened his mouth, closed it again, and said, "Forget it, it's not a big deal, let's continue eating."

"You talk first." Bai En felt that Zheng He's hesitation was very abnormal, and he couldn't imagine what could make him so nervous about everything.

Zheng He glanced at Mr. Bai, and said cautiously: "The director of "Spring Tribulation" asked me to tell you: the venue can't be taken down, and more funds are needed."

Without raising his eyelids, Bai En asked, "Good."

"Ah?...Oh, he said," Zheng He lowered his head and rubbed his fingers, "Give me a few more episodes."

Bai En nodded: "Okay, I agree to this matter, and I will ask the secretary to solve it later."

Zheng He couldn't sit still, and kept stirring the rice in the bowl with chopsticks, which was completely different from the cheerfulness just now.

Bai En didn't understand very much, he also agreed to Zheng He's conditions, why is he unhappy instead?His former lover Ah Rong was not as elusive as Zheng He, and of course, he was not as satisfied as Zheng He.

"Come here," Bai En moved the stool back and patted his legs: "Sit here."

Zheng He sat on Bai En's lap, his arms naturally wrapped around his neck, and he rested his chin on the man's shoulder without saying a word.

"What's wrong with you, suddenly unhappy?" Bai En asked.

Zheng He shook his head and said with a smile, "I don't have it."

Bai En nodded Zheng He's forehead: "Forcibly smile, pretend I can't see it, and say it." He said and patted Zheng He's butt lightly.

It took Zheng He a while to say: "Mr. Bai, forget what I just said, you don't have to continue to pay for "Spring Robbery" in order to give me a few more scenes, really."

"Isn't it good to have more roles?" Bai En asked in a very simple mind. He didn't quite understand whether it was better to have more roles or less roles.

"Of course I'm very happy that there are many roles..." Zheng He's tone became more dull: "But I didn't win this by relying on my acting skills, and you have already helped me so much, I don't want to let you spend any more money."

Bai En didn't quite agree with Zheng He's ideas. It was only natural for him to invest money in Zheng He. On the contrary, if one day Zheng He stopped relying on him like this, he would only feel that he and he had come to an end.

But to be honest... Zheng He like this also makes Bai En's heart itch.

He hugged Zheng He and said, "Don't think too much. I invested in "Spring Tribulation" because of its subsequent value. This is a two-way profit, and what you need to do is to act well. Since If you like this role, you have to put your heart and soul into it, okay?" He kissed Zheng He's eyelids, felt the moving eyeball under a layer of flexibility, and stretched out his tongue to lick it slowly.

Zheng He was soft in Bai En's arms, muttering softly: "...I got it."

"Speak louder." Bai En slid his hand in along the groin, slightly surprised: "You're not wearing underwear..." Zheng He covered his mouth with a blushing face: "Don't say it!"

Bai En smiled wickedly, opened his mouth to suck on Zheng He's crotch, flipped his soft tongue between his fingers, Zheng He quickly pulled his hand back, but Bai En grabbed it, opened his mouth gently biting the position of the artery, always There was a bloody illusion that he was about to bite his flesh in the next moment, and Zheng He couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

"Since you're afraid of talking, don't do it at the very beginning." Bai En hugged Zheng He and fell on the sofa, took a pillow and put it under Zheng He's waist, and quickly began to take off his pants.

Zheng He covered the important parts, and said shyly: "It's not that I don't wear them, you don't have anything for me to change and wash here!"

After Zheng He said this, Bai En realized that he wanted to save trouble, and directly brought Zheng He to the apartment where he often lived.

This apartment can be regarded as his base camp, and the contents of the study are secrets that no one can know. Before Zheng He, he only came to Sangbei to deliver documents to him, and he did not stay overnight.

Maybe there really is something different.

Bai En looked indifferently at Zheng He, who was kissing him so forgetfully, his mind was unpredictable.