blame at every turn

A person who doesn't exercise very often, has experienced the devastation of the physical test, and the most painful thing is often after a sleep, the whole body hurts like a frame falling apart. The same goes for people who can't eat spicy food.

At first, Yue Qin's attention was completely attracted by Yang Ya, and he didn't notice the spicy taste mixed in the aroma of the cream. Now the spicy taste stained his saliva, exploded on his lips, danced in his throat, and burned his mouth. It hurts.

Fortunately, there was a beverage section right next to them, so Yang Ya's hand reacted before his brain, and poured Yue Qin a glass of iced milk.

While Yue Qin was drinking milk, Yang Ya quietly destroyed the culprit's cake.

Then he shook the pot casually: "Sorry, the manager brought the cake for me. I thought it was a rainbow mille-feuille. I didn't expect that the top was not cherry sauce but spicy oil."

Realistic acting skills make up for the many loopholes in the excuses, Yue Qin has no doubts about him: "It's okay, I didn't eat much."

He remembered the way Yang Ya wolfed down his meal, and said, "Fortunately, you haven't eaten it yet. I tasted it for you. This cake... tastes a bit strange, it's not a serious cake."

Yang Ya sneered and rubbed his fingers uncomfortably.

Yue Qin's throat was still not feeling well, he turned his lower body slightly, and passed Yang Ya to fetch himself another glass of iced milk.

Yang Ya smelled a special smell on him, it was very faint, different from what he remembered, but it smelled good too.

Looking at it from such a close distance, everything seems to have changed for Yue Qin.

When the two parted, Yang Ya was 15 years old and still growing.

At that time, Yue Qin was only just graduated from high school, wearing a white T-shirt that was washed yellow, mixed with a group of workers in their 50s and [-]s who wore the school uniforms of their own children, and did some strenuous chores in the factory.

They were about the same height, Yang Ya was on the school basketball team, and his tan was not as dark as Yue Qin's at that time.They are both at the school grass level in school, but they are handsome in different directions. Yang Yashuai has three-dimensional and aggressive facial features, and looks like a vigorous black panther when he is tanned. Yue Qin's advantage lies in his white and cool appearance. No black skin, not to mention that he was completely assimilated by uncles and aunts after staying in the factory for less than a month. His skin was rough and had a clear texture.

So Yang Ya's impression of Yue Qin has always been before he graduated from high school.

In his impression, Yue Qin is a tall and thin big brother, always leaning on the tree on the street with one hand on the handlebar of the bicycle, appearing on the only way he must go to or from school.

Yue Qin's temperament is outstanding, stuck there like a glacier, cutting apart the people and things around him very sharply, even the fallen leaves will deliberately avoid him.

So no matter how many or few people are on the road, Yang Ya can always see him at a glance, and then approach him with joyful steps.

Many times, Yue Qin seems to be in a daze, but he can recognize Yang Ya by the sound of his footsteps. When the eyes of the two meet, a smile will appear on Yue Qin's face. The flowing water has a pleasant temperature, which makes people feel refreshed.

Maybe it's because Yang Ya has grown more during the years of separation, and now Yue Qin doesn't look as tall as he remembered.

Wearing a suit, he has a more mature image than before, but his temperament is much weaker. Compared with the angular glacier, he is more like a cool and soft water polo, which makes people want to pinch it.

Yang Ya thought so, so he did so.

His hand had already reached the side of Yue Qin's face, and the unexpected heat source caught Yue Qin who was drinking milk startled, Yang Ya came back to his senses, and pressed Yue Qin's shoulder.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Yue Qin put down the paper cup and nodded.

There was still a bit of milky white in the corner of his mouth, and Yang Ya quickly wiped it off for him: "I just saw you walking in such a hurry, have you not eaten yet? I just started eating, how about the two of us together?"

Yue Qin didn't think much, and after saying hello, he followed Yang Ya and left.

He followed Yang Ya around seven or eight turns to the dining table where Yang Ya put the tray, only to realize that he hadn't taken anything yet.

"I'll go get the food first."

Having said that, Yue Qin turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Yang Ya.

"You and I have a plate." Yang Ya handed Yue Qin a spoon and sat down opposite him, "This plate is mine, it's enough for the two of us to eat."

Yue Qin hesitated for a moment, and then sat down.

The food on the tray in front of them was indeed enough for the two of them, if not more.

Regardless of salty, sweet, sour, hot, cold or hot, meat or vegetable food is randomly stacked into a crooked tower. On the top is a piece of fried steak, and the sauce poured on it has flowed from all directions to the bottom of the plate. Food for each layer.

Tomato juice, chili oil, etc. also flowed out from different levels and seeped downwards.

Leaving aside the all-encompassing and complex aura emanating from the entire tower, this amount alone is not like a plate that normal people can put out.Yue Qin poked a piece of tomato covered in oil and sugar, and with just one bite, he was hungry and lost his appetite.

He couldn't believe it.

"...Yang Ya," Yue Qin slowly put the chopsticks on the corner of the table, "Do you usually eat like this?"

"No." Yang Ya categorically denied it.

As soon as he sat down, he realized something was wrong.

In fact, he should have noticed when Yue Qin said that the cake was spicy, but his thoughts were all on Yue Qin, and even before he sat down, he still imagined that he would give Yue Qin the spoon and keep the chopsticks for himself, pretending that he couldn’t hold it. He picked up the cold skin and asked Yue Qin to feed him, completely forgetting that there was still this stubble.

What's more, he didn't pay attention to the arrangement of the food when he picked up the food, and the taste was all mixed up. Feeding the dog will also cause food poisoning to the dog. If the food is not wasted, there is no other better way to deal with it than to eat it himself.

"It was given to me by my manager," Yang Ya lied solemnly, "We actors don't have personal freedom. Managers and assistants, to put it bluntly, help us with work and daily chores, but in fact, the company is responsible for controlling us. Yes. Not only for meals, but we also have to follow the arrangement of the manager."

Yue Qin fell silent after listening.

Feeling guilty, Yang Ya pushed down the "garbage tower" with the tail of his chopsticks, trying to find some with a relatively pure taste, and picked them out for Yue Qin to eat.With great difficulty, he used his superb chopsticks skills to dig out all the green beans from the bottom of the tower, and separated two or three pieces of Dongpo meat that seemed to have not been tarnished. I checked Baidu on my mobile phone.

Sensing his gaze, Yue Qin hung up his phone: "Who is your manager?"

His serious look made Yang Ya's back tremble, and he straightened his back involuntarily: "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to sue him," Yue Qin said, "feeding artists as pigs is suspected of abuse, which is against the law."