my little sir

Mr. Xiao hasn't been a demon for the past two days. He is bored at home all day long, holding his mobile phone or looking at the computer. He doesn't know what to do.

Wen Qiling was really curious, and pretended to be casually walking to the side for a few glances, as if he was looking for information, but before he could see it clearly, he was stared at by the other party, and then moved away with the computer in his arms.

It's uncomfortable to be guarded by others, especially one's lover.

Wen Qiling went to work with a feeling of displeasure, and when he came back early, he heard Uncle Zhao say that Mr. Xiao was in the kitchen, so he jumped into the kitchen happily without taking off his suit jacket.

The little gentleman is wearing a floral apron, and his hands are busy.It was no different from the scene when I prepared dinner for myself every day, but Wen Qiling was infinitely moved.

He hugged each other from behind and looked at the pot and stove expectantly, but there was no hot cooking inside, and there were various fruits and molds on the island.

There is no strong food aroma at the tip of the nose, only a faint sweet aroma.

The little gentleman still had flour on his face, and was startled by someone hugging him. He had no choice but to move his shoulders in protest as he was mounting flowers in his hands.

"Don't disturb my work." Seeing that the other party was unmoved, Mr. Xiao stopped, turned his head and glared at Mr. Wen, "Don't take advantage of me."

Mr. Wen reluctantly let go of Fang Yimin, looked down at Fang Yimin and said, "I'm hungry."

"It's still early." Fang Yimin focused on mounting the flowers, and responded casually, "There are baked biscuits next to it, let's eat a couple of them first."

"Will you make me dinner then?"

"I don't have time, I'll let the chef cook it for you soon." Fang Yimin didn't raise his head, "Your house doesn't only have one kitchen, I'll borrow this kitchen first."

The feeling of being ignored is very uncomfortable. Mr. Xiao has never been so perfunctory before. This gap made Mr. Wen feel very depressed, and he took a step out angrily.

Mr. Xiao didn't notice it at all, and after the work in hand was finished and the photos were taken, he happily went out to look for Wen Qiling with the beautifully shaped cake.

"Look, does the cake I made look good?"

Wen Qiling was still angry, flipping through the book in his hand pretending to be reserved, ignoring the other party.

The little gentleman put the cake on the dining table beside him, walked to Wen Qiling's side, grabbed the book from the other's hand, bent over and pulled him up, and walked to the dining table.

"Look, I haven't made cake desserts for a long time, let's see if the shape is good."

Seeing that the other party took the initiative to please him, Mr. Wen decided to let go of the past.He looked at the cake with simple patterns but extremely harmonious colors, and nodded in affirmation.

"not bad."

The little gentleman immediately smiled and said: "Then you have a taste."

Fang Yimin took a piece from the side with a golden spoon in the shape of cherry blossoms, and with the other hand protecting it under the spoon, he delivered it to the other party's mouth.

Mr. Wen was flattered. Although he was not interested in desserts, he still opened his mouth to take them.

The dense cream and the fluffy cake have a sweet and greasy taste in the mouth.Wen Qiling didn't like it very much, but it was just fed by Mr. Xiao, so it was acceptable.

"How is it?" Fang Yimin smiled and looked at Wen Qiling expectantly.

"It tastes good." After Wen Qiling finished speaking, he tapped his chin on the cake, begging to continue feeding.

When Fang Yimin heard the answer, he showed a row of white teeth. He didn't receive the message from Mr. Wen at all, so he turned around and said to Uncle Zhao, "Uncle Zhao, take the cake and share it with everyone."

Uncle Zhao's smile froze for a moment, then he glanced at his husband's face, and his smile froze even more.

"Isn't this made for me?" Although it was naive and tasteless to grab something from others, Mr. Wen couldn't help but opened his mouth.

Fang Yimin clicked his tongue and said, "You don't like sweets, don't you?"

"I……"

"By the way, Uncle Zhao, remember to ask everyone to give me feedback, to be honest." Fang Yimin picked up the cake and handed it to Uncle Zhao under Wen Qiling's surprised gaze.

"I still have baked biscuits in the kitchen, wait a minute, I'll bring them together." Mr. Xiao ran into the kitchen like a gust of wind.

Uncle Zhao held the cake, like holding a hot potato, and looked up at his husband.The gentleman has put away the emotions on his face, and sat back with a low air pressure.

"Uncle Zhao, Uncle Zhao, remember to ask everyone's evaluation for me." Fang Yimin handed a tray full of biscuits to Uncle Zhao, "There are several flavors, remember to give me feedback."

Uncle Zhao carried the cake and biscuits, and fled in a hurry under his husband's slightly strange gaze.

It has to be said that senior butlers with a professional background are different. After a while, they have made a list and handed in everyone's feedback on cakes and biscuits of several flavors, and a summary is made below.

Maybe everyone took into account their own identities, and they were mostly praises, without any valuable comments.

In the next few days, Mr. Xiao went to the kitchen every day to study various new-style pastries. Uncle Zhao and his servants ate them at least twice a day, and the feedback was similar to before.

Mr. Wen was angry for two days, but Mr. Xiao didn't even notice.The main reason is that he was only busy with desserts and didn't notice that Mr. Wen didn't talk to him much these two days.

Uncle Zhao couldn't stand it anymore, and pretended to casually say something in front of Mr. Xiao: "Recently, Mister's mood seems not right."

Mr. Xiao looked puzzled: "Is there?"

Uncle Zhao can't say enough, is there anything else? I am scared every day, for fear of offending my husband.

Wen Qiling went to work early in the morning, came back on time at noon, continued to work in the afternoon, and came back before dinner.In the evening, I dealt with things in the study, went into the house to take a shower, and then slept on the sofa outside.

It seems to be no different from usual, right?

Fang Yimin thought about it carefully, Wen Qiling didn't seem to communicate with him very much these two days.Could it be that he was thinking about what Aunt Chen mentioned?

When resting at night, Fang Yimin ran to the sofa where Wen Qiling was sleeping, and asked directly, "What's on your mind these two days?"

Wen Qiling sat up from the sofa and asked, "What do you think is on my mind?"

"How do I know what's on your mind." Fang Yimin also sat down beside the sofa, frowned and said, "If you have something unhappy, just say it, don't hold back, it will make Uncle Zhao afraid."

Wen Qiling originally thought that Fang Yimin cared about him, although the warmth came a bit late, but he was willing to settle down with Mr. Xiao, but he never thought that Mr. Xiao came to ask about his situation because of Uncle Zhao.

Wen Qiling snorted, lay back down again, and turned over in a hurry, leaving the other party's back.

snort?What does hum mean?

Fang Yimin thought that he and Wen Qiling lived in peace these past few days and didn't provoke him, but he was obviously angry with him.

"Where did I make you angry?" A string of question marks filled Fang Yimin's head.

"..."

Fang Yimin poked the opponent's back, and the opponent replied sullenly: "No."

"Do you look like you don't have it? Where did I offend you? Tell me. If you don't tell me, how would I know?"

People under the eaves should bow their heads appropriately.

Fang Yimin poked the other person's back persistently: "You tell me."

Wen Qiling was annoyed by Fang Yimin's poking, turned around and grasped the other's slender fingers, staring at him.