Sick young master is addicted to sticking to me

From Yuehan's point of view, Wei Mingyang's mouth is actually very sticky, just like the milk he drinks in the morning, it has to be warmed at 55 degrees, it won't work if it's a little cold, and even less if it's a little hot.The bread should be soft and hard, not too hard or too soft.

This morning, Yuehan rarely had the time to make breakfast for the young master, but he was snarky from beginning to end, and it felt like what he made was a piece of shit, especially without a sense of accomplishment.

For today's lunch, Yuehan decided to follow the recipe, even using electronic scales and timers, he didn't believe that he would be complained about doing so.

It's a pity that his efforts in the first half ended in failure because of the quarrel between the young master and Mrs. Wei.

Looking at the boiled pork slices that were almost boiled dry in the pot, Yue Han sighed heavily, and poured a bowl of cold water straight down, "If the little brat doesn't want to eat it, just fill him with the whole bowl."

"I'm afraid you don't want to die, so you dare to plot against your employer behind your back." Wei Mingyang listened to his words, put his arms around his neck from behind, jumped onto his back, and put his head on his shoulder to look at him Making things, "This boiled pork slices look too bad."

"You have to eat even if you don't have time. I always say that it's because you don't want to let the chef prepare it and deliver it like before."

"I just don't want to, I just like to see you struggling and having to do it." Wei Mingyang twisted his body on Yuehan's back, trying not to fall off.

Yue Han felt that his moving around was really annoying, so he slapped him directly on the buttocks, "Don't move around for me, if you move again, your head will be stuffed in the pot, and the pot will be stewed."

"You openly threatened the employer to deduct another ten yuan."

"Your scar is healed and you forget the pain." Yue Han scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it and placed it near Wei Mingyang's mouth, "Sparse rib soup, I'll give you calcium supplements, let's see how it tastes."

Wei Mingyang leaned over to take a sip. It was moderately salty and had a hint of radish sweetness. He licked his lips, "Sweet..."

"Delicious?"

"Hmm..." Wei Mingyang looked at Yuehan's neck, opened his mouth, and took a bite.

"Damn, you..." Yue Han turned his head abruptly, seeing the young master licking his lips, he was furious, "You really want to be a vampire, don't you?"

"I'm just preparing for dinner. Your pork rib soup is barely qualified, and the boiled pork slices..." Wei Mingyang raised his eyebrows, "It's completely useless."

He jumped off Yue Han's body, and went to get the bowls and chopsticks, ready to eat, but when he turned around, Yue Han held him down, resting his chin on his shoulder, "Young master, I'm not a liking People who suffer, do you understand this?"

"What... ah!"

Wei Mingyang covered his ears, and took several steps back, "Quack doctor, you, you...I bit your neck, why did you bite my ear!"

"You just have more flesh on your ears, if you don't bite your ears, where do you bite?"

"you……"

"My little master, why are your ears so red? I didn't use much effort, you are..." Yue Han raised the corners of his mouth, looked at him and asked, "Are you shy?"

"Bastard! You bastard! You are so old, yet you still molested people! You are disrespectful, you, you..."

Yue Han's eyes became darker and darker, and then he went straight forward and carried the young master on his shoulder with one hand, "Okay, let's postpone lunch, let's do a whole body stretch first."

"Ah, let go! Ahhh! I was wrong, it hurts like hell, ah!"

Looking at the clear sky, the bodyguard outside the door sighed, "Today is another beautiful day——"