Tender trapping

That night, Ran Xu came to the apartment where Zhuo Wenlang lived again. This time, the refrigerator was already full of various ingredients, as if he was planning to rent a venue for a cooking competition.

Ran Xu was stunned when he opened the refrigerator door: "Mr. Zhuo, this is..."

"I don't know what you like to eat, so everyone bought some." Zhuo Wenlang shrugged his shoulders, took off his glasses and put them on the table beside him, rolled up his sleeves, ready to help Ran Xu, "You choose what you like to eat Just do it."

Ran Xu lingered in front of the refrigerator for a long time, feeling embarrassed: "How can it be done, I agreed to make it for you."

Zhuo Wenlang stared at the black hair of the boy in front of him. Ran Xu's hair was a little curly and fluffy. Even if he combed it carefully, it would still look a little messy, like sheep's hair-it looked easy to touch.

He didn't intend to restrain himself, he reached out and touched the hair on the back of Ran Xu's neck: "I'm not picky."

Ran Xu's whole body went numb from being touched by Zhuo Wenlang, he trembled, his ears turned red, he pursed his lips and didn't know what to say, and was too embarrassed to turn around, so he stretched out his hand to pick out the ingredients in the refrigerator.

Xue Xiaoxia was not a woman who was very good at cooking, and for a period of time after her father passed away, Xue Xiaoxia was even more depressed and often forgot to prepare food for the two children in the family.

Ran Xu learned to cook from that time on. His cooking skills are not very good, but he still knows how to cook home-cooked dishes.

However, since it was agreed that it was for Zhuo Wenlang, Ran Xu didn't dare to deal with the dishes he usually used for himself. From washing and cutting vegetables to putting them in the pot and cooking them, it took a lot of time.

At first Zhuo Wenlang was still helping him in the kitchen, but then Ran Xu realized that the man was really not good at cooking, and he was more of a hindrance than a help, so he simply pushed and shoved Zhuo Wenlang Go out and let him wait outside.

It was a bit late when the three dishes and one soup were brought to the table, Zhuo Wenlang heard Ran Xu shout "The meal is ready", and then came out with hot food.

Boiled cabbage heart, steamed sea bass, beef ribs with black pepper and a carrot and corn pork ribs soup, each dish has a Cantonese taste, and Ran Xu's intentions can be seen.

The boy was sweating because of the heat in the kitchen. Before he took off his light blue apron, he was sitting opposite Zhuo Wenlang, looking at him eagerly, with the meaning already written on his face: please praise.

Zhuo Wenlang pretended to take a bite out of every dish, chewed it slowly, and ate it without saying a word.

Ran Xu couldn't wait, he was the first to speak out: "Mr. Zhuo, what do you think...?" His expression was rather nervous, as if he was afraid of hearing any negative comments from Zhuo Wenlang.

Zhuo Wenlang was amused by his appearance, and teased, "What do you think?"

He fixedly looked at Ran Xu, feeling relaxed for no reason, perhaps because Ran Xu's home-cooked food was really delicious, and at a certain moment, Zhuo Wenlang even had an illusion—as if, he would really be with the people in front of him. This boy has been like this forever.

No matter how dull Ran Xu was, he knew that Zhuo Wenlang did it on purpose. He frowned, "What's the matter, don't fool me." There was complaint in his voice, without the usual respect.

Zhuo Wenlang nodded: "It's delicious."

"I hope to have a chance to eat it again."

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Ran Xu felt that he was really under a Gu, as if anything made Zhuo Wenlang happy, he would feel happier.

For example, when Zhuo Wenlang said "I still want to eat", he really seriously considered the next recipe.

Lin Yingying sent Ran Xu a text message at night, asking about his situation, Ran Xu was lying in the guest room of Zhuo Wenlang's house, staring at the ceiling in a daze, with a slight smile on his lips, thinking that Zhuo Wenlang drank two bowls of carrot and corn soup today, it should be Those who prefer sweet taste, in that case, maybe you can try sweet and sour meat next time, but I don’t know if I can do it.

The phone in his pocket vibrated twice, and then Ran Xu came back to his senses. He opened it and saw that it was a text message from Lin Yingying.

【Have you gone home with Zhuo Wenlang tonight?You have to pay attention to safety and be vigilant, after all, he is older than you and has more experience. 】

Ever since Lin Yingying found out about the two of them, she had always been worried about Ran Xu. Now that she knew that he had gone home with him, she was even more worried, and she spoke bluntly.

However, Ran Xu knew that what Lin Yingying said was really for his sake, so he typed seriously and replied that Zhuo Wenlang and him did not sleep in the same room, and that the other party's behavior had always been very educated and would not do anything out of the ordinary.

After hesitating for a while to speak, Ran Xu clicked the send button. As soon as the text message was sent, there was a knock on the door. Ran Xu was frightened and hid the phone in the pillow, then raised his eyes to Zhuo Wenlang: "Zhuo gentlemen?"

The clock on the wall showed 10:30, theoretically it was time to go to bed, wondering what Zhuo Wenlang would be doing in his room, Ran Xu curled up his toes under the quilt.

Zhuo Wenlang seemed to have just taken a shower, his hair was scattered casually, and the broken hair that usually fell from the back to the back also ran to the front of the forehead, which seemed softer than usual.

"Xiaoxu, I suddenly remembered and wanted to ask you if you want to move here in the future."

Ran Xu was taken aback by Zhuo Wenlang's words, and reflexively remembered what Lin Yingying mentioned in the text message, and became even more at a loss: "Mr. Zhuo, what do you mean?"

"..."

Zhuo Wenlang carefully observed the expression on Ran Xu's face, held his temper, shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, don't be nervous, I just thought that the dormitory conditions in your school are not good, before... there was the matter of Sun Cheng, I'm a little worried about you."

"Of course, it's up to you whether you can live or not. I usually travel frequently due to work. If you really come to live here, I may not be able to take care of you too much." Zhuo Wenlang sighed.

Sun Cheng...

At the mention of this name, Ran Xu's conditioned reflex still felt his scalp tighten. He instantly figured out what Zhuo Wenlang meant, and felt that he had wronged a good person by thinking of him like that just now.

However, it hadn't been long since he and Zhuo Wenlang had met, and dating was already incredible enough, but now he had to fast-forward to cohabitation, Ran Xu felt a little overwhelmed.

"Let me think about it again." He touched his nose.

"Okay." Zhuo Wenlang showed a smile on his face, "I didn't ask you to make a decision now, go to bed early, good night."

"Good night."

Zhuo Wenlang closed the door, walked out of Ran Xu's room, entered his own room and took out the cell phone that had vibrated for a long time just now, with Xu Zi'ang's name impressively written on it.

[Will you come to the exhibition tomorrow? 】

[I heard people say that you asked for two tickets, bring someone with you? 】

Zhuo Wenlang glanced at the text message, and replied with four words: I will go, bring someone.