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Lin Sheng looked at the bowl in front of him, blinked, and seemed to be still in a daze at Liao Muyang's irresistible operation.

It wasn't until the nagging voice could be heard clearly next to my ears that my thoughts were pulled back half a beat later.

The chopsticks in his hands finally started to move, and he picked up the hot noodles unhurriedly, and sent them towards his slightly opened mouth.

The hot noodles fell into the stomach along the esophagus, and the empty force of acid reflux was finally suppressed, and the healing power of food is always strong.

The taste of this noodle was as good as when Liao Muyang smelt it, and he didn't feel any vain disappointment. A bowl of noodle was not big or small, and within seven or eight minutes, the white shadow disappeared.

Liao Muyang put his chopsticks on the bowl as before, and the laziness he felt after eating made him slump back on the chair.

The fingers that were free subconsciously wanted to touch the cigarette, but the next second he looked at Lin Sheng, who was buried in his hard work, rubbed his fingertips lightly, and gave up without embarrassment.

With nothing to do, Brother Liao could only focus on the opposite side.

Lin Sheng lowered his head, his eyes covered by broken hair glanced at the person in front of him a few times, as if he had noticed the undisguised gaze, and the gesture of sending the face was also a little faster invisibly.

It's just that there is still no sound. If you have to listen hard, you can hear a little bit of chewing sound, not the slightest sound of noodles, let alone the crisp sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding.

Liao Muyang's attention was attracted to Lin Sheng like a magnet. He straightened his waist and changed his posture. He put his elbow on the table and his chin with his palm, and continued to rub his hands silently. The sight that made Lin Sheng's ears burn.

Liao Muyang couldn't say he didn't eat well, but he did have a bit of indifference to his boldness, but compared to Lin Sheng, he was a stark difference.

He looked at Lin Sheng's slightly swollen cheeks in front of him, and inexplicably thought of a rabbit chewing grass leaves, or a cat licking warm milk bit by bit, it was always a good foul.

As soon as this idea took shape in his head, the words came out of his mouth without any reason.

"Tsk, you are really a good foul."

The face-off action stopped, Lin Sheng slightly raised his head to look at Liao Muyang who was in front of him with his chin propped up, those dark round eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement without any concealment.

Liao Muyang watched Lin Sheng's unknowing movements, his throat rolled inexplicably, and his direct gaze moved away from Lin Sheng's face.

He said silently in his heart: I am not an adult, I am very innocent and very pitiful.

When the eyes were opened and closed, the raised tail of the big-tailed wolf was pushed back like a car window.

Liao Muyang coughed lightly, turned his gaze back, and said to Lin Sheng as if changing the subject.

"It's nothing, I just think that when you eat noodles, you have to slurp them into your mouth to make them delicious."

Lin Sheng blinked his drooping eyes listening to Liao Muyang's words, something was inexplicably hooked.

You can't make any noise while eating. It's an invisible shackle in that family, but it only imprisons him and his mother.

Also, no matter how hungry you are, you can’t eat quickly, and you will be scolded for pretending to be abusive because you didn’t have food at home.

These inexplicable rules, like Lin Sheng's subconsciously frozen fear when he heard the word Lin Shuping, were deeply rooted in his heart and were hard to shake.

Liao Muyang looked at Lin Sheng's appearance as if he had been subjected to the fixation technique, and his mind turned around nimbly, thinking that he had probably stepped into a minefield that a child could hardly express.

"Don't be dazed, do you want to try my method?"

"The taste is quite bad."

Liao Muyang's voice again pulled Lin Sheng's thoughts out of the replay of the scenes.

Lin Sheng pinched the chopsticks, regained consciousness and raised his eyes cautiously to look at Liao Muyang, at the same time, he also saw Liao Muyang pursing his lips and laughing under the warm light.

The heart that had calmed down was running uncontrollably again, Lin Sheng hurriedly moved his eyes away to look at the side where there was no more heat, he looked very much like a shrunken quail.

Liao Muyang squinted his eyes watching Lin Sheng's movements, thinking in his heart that his imagination today is really too rich, watching the little boy in front of him who can think wildly and wildly.

Just when Liao Muyang was distracted, a non-loud nagging sound came from in front of him.

Lin Sheng's lowered eyes flashed a trace of puzzled astonishment, as Liao Muyang said, the noodles are obviously made from the same pot, but the taste is really much worse if they are eaten differently.

Liao Muyang was drawn away from his thoughts, turned his head straight sideways, put his hands on the table with folded hands, and said to Lin Sheng with the corners of his lips curled up.

"How about it, is the taste different from the one eaten without making a sound?"

Liao Muyang naturally couldn't wait for Lin Sheng to respond with a word of yes, but he saw that little head nodding up and down, as well as repeated chattering sounds coming from his ears.

Liao Muyang didn't speak again, but the corners of his lips rose more and more without him noticing.

No longer restricted by being unable to make a sound, Lin Sheng ate the noodles much faster, and the remaining noodles were wiped out within a few mouthfuls.

Liao Muyang watched Lin Sheng finish the essence of the noodle soup in small sips. His patience was beyond the limit in his 25-year-old career, except for drawing and tattooing.

After Lin Sheng drank the last sip of noodle soup, he stood up with the bowl and chopsticks and raised his hand to take Liao Muyang's bowl and chopsticks. This action was also to wash the dishes without thinking too much.

"Leave it alone, there is a dishwasher at home."

After listening to Liao Muyang's words, Lin Sheng didn't insist anymore. Although he didn't have one at home, he also knew that the dishwashers on the market are indeed cleaner than hand washing.

"Sit down first, I'll ask you something."

When Liao Muyang's words came again, Lin Sheng's heart beat a little drum, his mind was as sensitive as his, he was afraid that Liao Muyang would ask about family affairs.

Because he didn't know how to speak, or because he didn't dare to speak because of the severe beating that he gave him when he was a child.

Liao Muyang was not in a hurry, and only waited for Lin Sheng to sit firmly on the chair again before speaking.

"Come on, give me the phone."

These words were completely out of line with what Lin Sheng was thinking. Lin Sheng was a little confused, but obediently took out the phone and handed it over.

Liao Muyang took the phone and swiped open the screen without hindrance. Lin Sheng's phone didn't have a password.

The option of the phone was clicked on, and the special sound of the number keys came out eleven times.

Lin Sheng listened attentively, and the idea that Liao Muyan was on the phone popped into his head, but this idea was rejected in the next second.

Liao Muyang handed back the cell phone that had stored his cell phone number, and spoke with a clear introduction that was most acceptable to Lin Sheng.

"Your family affairs are your privacy. I'm just a neighbor and won't ask too many questions."

"But for the first two months of this month, the weather will only get colder and the wind will get stronger at night, and sooner or later it will become unbearable to stay outside."

"I just saved my mobile phone number for you. I'm rarely not at home. If you forget to bring the key next time, send a message."

"By the way, I don't look at my phone very much. If you don't reply to the message, you can call without talking. I can understand the meaning when I see it."

"I like the food you cook very much. If you have free time, come and cook me a meal. It's an equivalent exchange for the room fee."

"You don't have to be so cautious. I think it's worth it to exchange this thing at an equal value. Don't think about it with your little head."

Liao Muyang's words came to Lin Sheng's ears all at once, and the amount of information in it was not too big or too small.

Lin Sheng still maintains the upright sitting posture of a primary school student, and his frozen eyes show that he is trying hard to digest the metaphorical meaning in Liao Muyang's words.

And Liao Muyang didn't want to give Lin Sheng another chance to speak, no matter whether the opening would be about gratitude, or low self-confidence, it was something he didn't want to hear and was too lazy to listen to.

He raised his hand to turn on the screen of his phone, and looked at the time on it. It was ten thirty-seven, and it was time for the child in front of him to go to bed.

"Okay, I'm done talking, it's getting late, hurry up and go upstairs to sleep."

Liao Muyang didn't expect Lin Sheng to be obedient to this sentence, just like before, he did nothing and obediently. He directly got up and showed that he could not refuse with actions.

Lin Sheng, who was a head shorter than Liao Muyang, was brought up to the second floor by Liao Muyang Xu holding his neck like a chick.

By the time Lin Sheng came back to react, he was already sitting on the bed.

Liao Muyang, who was standing at the door of the room, turned off the bright overhead light, but left the dim night light on in a thoughtful way.

He said "good night", and before Lin Sheng could reply, he closed the door.

Lin Sheng listened to the sound of footsteps outside, lowered his head, and looked at the slightly red fingers pinched in front of his lower abdomen.

The inexplicable warm powder on the cheeks made a comeback, which made people feel uneasy.

Lin Sheng opened his mouth, and slowly mouthed the word "good night". The faint breath sound from his throat disappeared without a sound, together with the pungent smell of medicinal wine not long ago.

He lowered his eyes to look at the dim night light, curled the corners of his lips, and the deep dimples on both sides of his cheeks were still obvious in the darkness.