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The quick-frozen dumplings in his hands were ruthlessly thrown away, and Liao Muyang's weird eyes only stayed for a moment before disappearing completely, replaced by a cunning look like a wolf with a big tail after it succeeded.

"Tsk, I'm waiting for you to take the initiative."

"And I just thought it was weird. I just thought that you used your words too much, making me look like an elder in the family. I really look old, and there is no other meaning."

"It's really not good to eat too much frozen food. If you ask a few more questions, it's considered caring, not meddling in other people's business."

"I have a straightforward personality. When I feel uncomfortable, I won't show my face secretly. I will directly say, you don't have to be so careful."

Liao Muyang put his free hands on the dining table, and his downcast eyes fixed on the little swirl on top of Lin Sheng's hair.

The tone of his speech was casual and direct yet gentle, and within a few sentences, Lin Sheng's heart that was increasingly restless and struggling under the fence was soothed.

"By the way, the porridge you made yesterday morning was delicious. I don't know how to cook, and I feel sick after eating too much takeaway. Your porridge was quite timely."

While talking, Liao Muyang raised a hand that was supporting the table, and couldn't help rubbing Lin Sheng's head.

Lin Sheng shrank his head in disbelief, as cute as a timid and docile ostrich.

Fortunately, with this subconscious shrinkage, Liao Muyang didn't "beastly outburst" again, he just restrained and relaxed a few times before letting go, and that head of soft hair was spared and didn't turn into a more messy bird's nest .

As for Lin Sheng, hearing Liao Muyang's praise, and the gentle palm on his head, his soft white ears and cheeks suddenly turned a little warm pink, and the hands holding the phone began to move slowly.

Thank you, then do you have anything you want to eat, I can make it now, my hands and feet are fast.

Lin Sheng silently memorized Liao Muyang's words just now in his heart, and after knowing that he didn't like the term "you", he immediately changed the habit he had developed since he was a child.

Liao Muyang lowered his eyes and looked at the screen of the mobile phone that was held up in front of him again, and looked at the changed address on it, finally got rid of the long-lasting weirdness, straightened his half-bent waist, raised his hand and pinched his neck The back of the neck, thought for a moment before opening his mouth.

"Then let's make noodles, it doesn't matter what kind of noodles I am not picky about food."

Listening to Liao Muyang's words, Lin Sheng nodded his head, indicating that he understood.

Then he got up from the chair, carefully rummaged through the ingredients on the table, and finally selected a bag of fresh noodles, a bag of shredded pork, a few emerald green Shanghai greens and a handful of shallots.

With the selected ingredients in his hands, Lin Sheng plunged into the kitchen, as if afraid of starving Liao Muyang.

Liao Muyang followed Lin Sheng's back from the corner of his eye, and found a faint pink color on the drooping cheeks all the way, and his thin lips were pursed with a smile.

He thought that in this fast-paced era, it had been a long time since he had seen such a pure and lovely child.

Liao Muyang's appearance already carried a bit of lazy ruffian, but the ecstasy of ruffian when he smiled like this became more and more eye-catching.

It just happened that Lin Sheng entered the kitchen. If he saw this, his heart, which was already in vibration mode, would be overloaded.

Liao Muyang is very self-aware of his title of kitchen killer, knowing that he can't help in the kitchen, so he simply opened the table and chairs and waited for feeding.

He leaned his head back against the elastic chair back, and thought over and over again that when Lin Sheng asked him what he wanted to eat just now, the first thing that flashed in his mind was porridge.

But the thing is that Liao Muyang, a person who doesn't cook all year round, also knows that he needs to work hard and cook slowly.

Liao Muyang immediately played back the bruises on Lin Sheng's back in front of his eyes, immediately dismissed the idea, and chose the one that took the least time.

After all, it was almost ten o'clock now, and Lin Sheng had to go to school tomorrow, so he should go to bed early no matter what.

The thoughts in his head were wild and unconstrained, Liao Muyang closed his eyes and was about to let go for a while, when he suddenly remembered something, and said something directly to the kitchen.

"Children, don't just cook mine, cook your own too. I'm not very hungry or in a hurry. Take your time."

If Liao Muyang is willing to be careful, this energy is really hard to beat.

Lin Sheng, who was washing the vegetables in the kitchen, listened to Liao Muyang's words, and in a place where he knew no one could see, with those black grape eyes hanging down, he did not hide his soft smile.

Lin Sheng lacks love too much.

And Liao Muyang's subtle but not hard to hear concern is like giving a handful of cold water to a dying fish under the scorching sun, making it a little bit more energetic with its tail jumping and struggling, so that it won't die prematurely in this dry world. perish.

The huge room was silent for a while, only the sound of kitchen knives sticking to the cutting board and the sparks of the gas stove burning slightly.

People at both ends have their own thoughts, but they are both benign and comfortable.

Lin Sheng's cooking speed was as fast as he said to Liao Muyang. It took only about ten minutes. When Liao Muyang opened his eyes with the sound of tapping the bowl on the table, there was already a bowl in front of him that was dissipating the heat. , the appetizing shredded pork noodles with green vegetables and a pair of chopsticks placed horizontally on the bowl.

Liao Muyang smelled the aroma of the noodle soup, and his stomach, which was not very hungry, was ready to move. He raised his hand and impatiently picked up the chopsticks, but he didn't see Lin Sheng coming to the dinner table for a long time.

He raised his eyes, looked at the person in the kitchen who was standing stupidly, holding a bowl and holding chopsticks as if he was about to eat, he frowned unconsciously and said.

"Don't stand there stupidly, come sit down and eat slowly."

Listening to Liao Muyang's words, Lin Sheng raised his head, a little dazed, he suddenly realized clearly that this was not at his home, and there was no rule that he could not sit at the dinner table without permission.

After he thought about this, he immediately walked towards the dining table with the bowl in his hand.

During this short distance, Lin Sheng often secretly abandoned his dizziness in his heart, and brought those subconscious habits to Liao Muyang's eyes.

He thought that Liao Muyang would definitely think that he was too hungry to eat, and the impression he left in Liao Muyang's heart might add another bad deed.

Liao Muyang looked at Lin Sheng with his head bowed, habitually light and silent footsteps, his active mind immediately turned to why Lin Sheng did what he did just now.

When I was studying law at university, I saw many real and fake cases. There are countless examples of domestic violence, and there are countless strange ways of abuse.

He thought about Lin Sheng's habit of eating standing in the kitchen just now, and after a while, he immediately deduced that Lin Sheng couldn't eat at the table at home.

The young man in front of him was so emaciated that he only had a handful of bones attached to his flesh and blood. The impact of cases being cases, seeing is believing, finally shook a little heart that had been tempered while studying law.

Lin Sheng gently placed the bowl on the table, and sat opposite Liao Muyang.

Liao Muyang's eyes fell from the person to the bowl, and he frowned unconsciously.

He looked at the layer of pork shreds in his bowl, and compared the white noodles in Lin Sheng's bowl with a few pitiful greens, completely unaware that they were eating noodles from the same pot.

This hand also did not hesitate, pulling Lin Sheng's bowl in front of him.

Lin Sheng stared blankly at the bowl being taken away, and didn't realize what Liao Muyang was going to do for a while, until he watched Liao Muyang's chopsticks keep spreading meat out of his bowl, and finally understood what he meant.

Lin Sheng hurriedly touched his pocket to take out his cell phone. All he wanted to say was to thank Liao Muyang. He was already very grateful to him for having a temporary place to live. He really didn't want to owe him any more favors for other things. After all, he couldn't afford it.

And Liao Muyang seemed to have seen through Lin Sheng's thoughts early on, before he took out his phone, he spoke directly.

"There are a lot of ingredients in the house. Don't be embarrassed about what you eat. Boys can't be so clingy."

Liao Muyang originally wanted to say a man, but then he thought about Lin Sheng's age based on his own eyesight, which is about fifteen or sixteen years old, and the word boy is suitable for him.

As for the act of not daring to ask for shredded meat, in Liao Muyang's eyes, it was indeed too condescending.

But Liao Muyang's previous professional habits led him to think differently. From his perception, he felt that it was true to be shivering, but if it was Lin Sheng's, Liao Muyang felt that it was reasonable.

Liao Muyang can't empathize with the persecuted child in the context of domestic violence, but he can empathize and understand.

The two bowls of insignificant pork shredded noodles were still divided somewhat unevenly. The bowl buried in the upper bunk was put back in front of Lin Sheng, and at the same time, the sentence that blocked Lin Sheng's excuse from the next sentence floated over.

"Eat quickly, the noodles are going to be cold, I don't like to eat cold things."