Get your pheromones

After school, Song Ci took a leave of absence for evening self-study, and went home with Rong Shiyi.

The last time Rong Shiyi came to Song Ci's house was when he first met him and worked as his servant.Now that I am standing here again after many months, I still feel that it is outrageous.

This area is near the mountains and forests on the outskirts of Jiangcheng. There are many creepers hanging on the gate of the yard. Looking inside, there are many roses planted on both sides. It looks a bit like the garden of the Vampire Duke's house.

There is even a fountain at the entrance of the house.

Is this a class gap?

Rong Shiyi sighed silently, and as soon as he entered the door, he was swept away by Fluffy who was having fun in the yard.

He stroked the fluffy dog's head:

"It's grown so big!"

"Huh,? Just tall, but not very smart."

Song Ci looked at Rongrong, and suddenly moved to Rong Shiyi's side, holding his right hand vaguely and handing it to Rongrong, as if to feed him.

This person still carries dog food with him? ?

Rong Shiyi was greatly shocked, but he soon realized that what Song Ci was holding was air.

The key point is that Fluffy didn't notice this, it wagged its tail and drank the air in its hand, and even clicked its mouth twice.

Song Ci feeds again, and it picks up again.

After going back and forth like this three times, Rongrong finally realized that he had been cheated, and yelled at Song Ci twice in dissatisfaction.

"You bully him!"

Rong Shiyi looked funny, raised her knee and bumped Song Ci's thigh.

Song Ci took him into the house, and commented:

"So much like you."

"?"

Because of this sentence, the two chased from the door to the main hall.

Tang Shi heard the noise, ran out holding the spatula and took a look:

"Yeah,? You're back."

She completely lost the elegance and elegance of the afternoon, and even a leaf of vegetable was stained on her hair, making her look a little embarrassed.

Rong Shiyi wrinkled her nose, and smelled a familiar burnt smell, feeling bad.

Song Ci frowned:

"Why are you wearing an apron, Auntie?"

"I gave other aunts a day off, but the aunt who cooks Sichuan cuisine had a temporary job and left a bunch of ingredients to ask for leave. You said that Xiaorong doesn't like to eat western food and Japanese ingredients. I thought about it, ordering takeaway has no soul, Just make some home-cooked food yourself."

When Tang Shi said this, he trotted back to the kitchen and brought out a plate of red, red and black things:

"Look, I made tomato scrambled eggs."

It does have a soul.

Rong Shiyi pursed her lips, feeling a little scared suddenly.

Song Ci beside him touched him and whispered:

"My mom was in the kitchen for the first time."

"I see."

Rong Shiyi nodded.

In order to prevent the family from being hospitalized due to food poisoning at night, Rong Shiyi decided to take the lead in cooking.

He put his schoolbag on the sofa, took the plate from Tang Shi himself, and walked to the kitchen:

"Auntie, rest, I'll come."

"Huh?" Tang Shi was a little surprised:

"Xiao Rong can still cook?"

"I know a little."

Rong Shiyi took an apron from a shelf on one side, and stood in front of the desk, thinking for a moment.

The aunt of the Song family did leave a lot of ingredients on the table. Rong Shiyi looked at the pile of things and thought for a while:

"For four people, is it enough to cook four dishes, three hot dishes and one cold dish?"

"Well, can I share one for you?"

Song Ci also wore an apron, walked over and took a kitchen knife to look at it thoughtfully.

Rong Shiyi gets scared when she thinks of the fried eggs he made, so she picks out some dishes and throws them to him:

"Forget it, you go and wash these, peeling and peeling everything."

Song Ci received the task and went to the pool on the side.

Rong Shiyi cut up the meat and marinated it, feeling that it was almost time, so he said:

"Gouzi, where is the food, pass it to me."

Song Ci didn't say a word, just walked over from the other end, and put a plate in Rong Shiyi's hand.

Rong Shiyi took a look, and saw two finger-sized white stripes lying alone on the plate.

He took a look at it, smelled it, and asked:

"What's this?"

Song Ci is very innocent:

"Bamboo shoots."

"?" Rong Shiyi felt outrageous, he couldn't believe his eyes:

"how did you do that?"

Why, only the core is left.

"That's it. It's like this after peeling and peeling. It has a lot of skin."

Song Ci looked at the two bamboo shoots, and then at Rong Shiyi:

"I'm not very good at peeling?"

Take asparagus.

Rong Shiyi wanted to laugh a little, but he knew he shouldn't laugh now.

He pursed his lips, looked sullenly, and looked at the polygonal potato in the basin, and vowed never to let Song Ci touch anything with skin in the kitchen again.

He also had to comfort his boyfriend:

"It's okay, it's fine, you can go walk the dog with auntie, I can do it alone."

"Really?"

"real."

Song Ci probably knew that he would be in the way, so he took off his apron and walked away silently.

Looking at his back, Rong Shiyi shook her head, but still couldn't help laughing.

Maybe even the best people have areas they are not good at.

He picked up the bamboo shoot core, he didn't seem to think of what to do with it, and finally put it under the water, rinsed it, and ate it.

Rong Shiyi finally made four dishes, plus the tomato scrambled eggs that Tang Shi must put on the table, a total of five dishes.

Song Yu just came back when he brought the last dish of roasted pork with potatoes to the table.

So a family of four sat at the table, and Tang Shi introduced:

"Try it? Xiao Rong made it himself."

Song Yu looked up at Rong Shiyi, and asked her:

"How do you let guests into the kitchen?"

"It's not that Auntie has something to do, and I can't do it well, so I have to ask Xiaorong to save the situation. Hey, this, this, tomato scrambled eggs, this is made by me, you try it?"

Tang Shi gave Song Yu a piece of egg that was battered to the point of sticking to the pan.

"..."

Song Yu was silent for a long time, finally picked it up and took a bite, then drank his saliva immediately, and commented:

"Not bad, don't do it next time."

Rong Shiyi was amused.

He seldom eats with the family like this.

Rong Zhiqing was busy with work, so he couldn't get together for dinner. He used to go to Xiao Lin's house to grab a meal. Xiao Lin's house was also very warm. Father Xiao always told them that only he could find it by himself. Bit of a bad joke.

It's quite rare to have a lively meal like this.

"It tastes good, did you learn it yourself?"

While Rong Shiyi was eating silently with his head down, Song Yu suddenly asked.

Ever since Rong Shiyi messed up the blind date he set up for Song Ci last time, he always feels guilty when he sees him again.

He nodded and replied obediently:

"No, I just went to the hotel with my uncle to help out when I was a child, and I learned it secretly by watching next to the master."

Tang poetry sounds a little distressed:

"Go out to work part-time at such a young age? Is it more difficult at home?"

"Actually not."

Rong Shiyi was a little embarrassed:

"At the beginning, I was too skinny and was dragged by my uncle to experience life, but later I found that I was idle at home anyway. Instead of lying down and playing games, it is better to go out and do some part-time jobs to earn some money and learn something. Things, I can help my mother share a little bit. But at that time, I was too high-ranking, I didn’t distinguish between priorities, and I didn’t study hard because I was busy with part-time jobs.”

He was cramped like a kid reporting to work.

"What a big deal, let Song Ci teach you!"

Tang Shike likes to order her son around. She said, she rolled her eyes:

"Why don't you stay here tonight? Isn't there an exam tomorrow? It's so troublesome to run around. Let Song Ci make up for you. Song Ci has no objection?"

Song Ci was a little absent-minded, his eyes kept wandering over the dishes on the table, as if he was looking for the bamboo shoots he peeled.

Hearing this, he came back to his senses and smiled:

"of course."

"What about you, do you have any objections?" Tang Shi nudged Song Yu with her elbow.

"No."

Song Yu glanced at her, thought for a while, put a piece of meat in Rong Shiyi's bowl, his tone seemed to be ordering, but also seemed to be awkwardly showing favor:

"A little thin, eat more."

"Eh, good."

After the meal, Song Ci watched Rong Shiyi finish his homework, marked him some key points that he might take the exam tomorrow, and gave him a few small lessons.

The two of them were learning while playing, and it was quite late before Rong Shiyi went back to his guest room, took a shower and got ready to rest.

But just after he put on his pajamas and came out of the bathroom, he saw someone in the room who shouldn't be here.

Song Ci sat on the sofa and looked at him with a smile.

Rong Shiyi had goose bumps all over her body:

"What are you doing here?"

"I'll give you something."

After finishing speaking, Rong Shiyi watched Song Ci take out a familiar pink beverage bottle from behind. The difference from before was that it contained bright red roses.

"Just cut it from the yard."

Rong Shiyi took it and took a look:

"I saw your dad tending flowers in the yard just now, so he can't kick you if you cut so many flowers?"

"I said it was for you, and he picked it for me."

Song Ci took Rong Shiyi's hand and pulled him over.

Rong Shiyi was pulled so unsteadily by him that he simply fell on the bed together.

Song Ci buried it in his neck and took a deep sniff, then narrowed his eyes in satisfaction:

"He likes you a lot."

"Really? I really didn't expect it."

Rong Shiyi thought that the owners of this kind of rich family were very strict. From Song Yu's introduction of Omega to Song Ci before, he should also want his son to find an obedient Omega, rather than a tall horse Big Alpha.

Rong Shiyi also thought about whether he would be kicked out today. Although Song Ci said that Song Yu accepted him before, he thought that this "acceptance" was just not objecting, far from liking him.

So when Song Yu brought him food today, he was somewhat flattered.

"He's a bit like you. He values ​​who you are more than your gender. In fact, he was really dissatisfied with you being an A before, but my mother taught him a lesson."

Speaking of this, Song Ci laughed twice:

"He listens to my mother."

"What about you?"

"I listen to you."

Rong Shiyi pushed him in disgust, and said with a smile:

"I'm sick of it."

"Rongrong, I want to smell you."

Ever since falling in love, Rong Shiyi has been responsive to Song Ci's request, so he didn't say anything at this time, only released some pheromones.

Song Ci sniffed twice, then bit his earlobe lightly, then continued down, wrapping his mouth around the skin on the side of his neck.

"Why are you like a dog, don't mess around, enough is enough."

Rong Shiyi was really afraid that he would give himself another mark with a single mouthful.

"Want to bite."

"No, your pheromone is too lethal, and you won't be able to slow it down for several days."

Rong Shiyi wanted to push the person away, and during the movement, Song Ci's neckline was pulled open by him, revealing two hideous scars near his shoulders and neck.

He suddenly stopped moving, and gently touched it with his hands:

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Have you noticed that you have been hurting since you met me?" Rong Shiyi raised Song Ci's arm to show him in order to prove what he said:

"It's scratched on the glass bottle from the barbecue shop. I grabbed it that day, and it's not completely healed yet."

"I will. If you need me, I will."

Song Ci hugged him tighter, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said sullenly:

"I just read the correct way to peel bamboo shoots on the Internet. I said why there are so many skins on this thing. I also peeled the meat."

"It's fine, it's fine."

Rong Shiyi couldn't help laughing in the end.

"A bit frustrated. The omnipotent Song Ci A Meng lost to fried eggs and bamboo shoots."

The vicious and domineering fox at ordinary times looks like a child who has done something wrong when he is wronged and acts like a spoiled child. The words "seek comfort" are written all over her face.

Rong Shiyi patted Song Ci:

"I let you do everything, so I have nothing to do? At least give me some skills that can show off Xiuxiu, Mr. Song."

He paused, then said:

"There is no perfect person in the world, so don't embarrass yourself too much."

"Well, it's not perfect, but I will study hard, conquer the kitchen, start with conquering an fried egg, you teach me."

"Where are the bamboo shoots?"

"I've learned how to shoot bamboo shoots. I'll buy a cart and peel them for you tomorrow."

"Damn, you're all boring."

After finishing speaking, he pushed Song Ci away, sat cross-legged on the bed, and took the plastic bottle in his hand:

"Is this the one I gave you last time?"

After speaking, he felt that something was wrong again, because the bottle was obviously a bit old.

Sure enough, Song Ci waved his hand:

"This is Xiaofan No. [-], the first one."

"Didn't you throw it away?"

"I wanted to throw it away, but I picked it up after throwing it away. It was just the trash can downstairs in your house. I rummaged through it for a long time. It was almost taken away by the garbage truck."

As Song Ci spoke, he thought of something funny:

"It was four or five o'clock at that time. It was almost dawn, and a mother-in-law stared at me and turned over there. Her eyes were hurt, and I blamed me for taking her job."

Rong Shiyi thought for a while, then remembered, and joked:

"That's Granny Li upstairs in my house. She's getting old, and she occasionally picks up cardboard bottles to buy candy for her granddaughter. How can you bully the old man? It's too much, Young Master Song."

"Well, so I explained to her that this bottle is important. I bought her breakfast by the way, but she didn't seem to eat it."

"Take it back to your little granddaughter." Rong Shiyi recalled:

"My grandma was like this too. Zhou Xingyi always liked to rob me when I was a child. If I wanted to snatch it back, he would sue his father, and then his father would scold me. My grandma couldn't see it, so she always gave me pocket money, or bought me something. better one."

"very nice."

"Yes."

"Hey, Song Ci."

After a moment of silence, Rong Shiyi remembered something, and suddenly called Song Ci's name in a serious manner.

When the man turned his head to look at him, he bent his eyes and looked at him by the moonlight:

"Come to Grandma's house with me again when you have time, this time you are not a junior of the Song family."

"Ok?"

"You are, her Xiaoyi's boyfriend."

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