Blind, in love with you

Ye Qing and himself have been closed for too long, and once they get excited or a breach occurs, the rush of blood will be hard to stop.Within minutes, he decided he was going to make a move.

He Zhifan is right, self-abased and autistic has never been his style of painting.

Uncle Jinchun was right.His family members: his mother who is always gentle, his brother who is kind, and even his father who is extremely irritable, never gave up on Ye Qinghe, a jerk.They persuaded and scolded earnestly, in order to hope that his prodigal son would turn around and live a good life of his own.

After six years, it was time for him to try to pull himself together.He truly believed that his family would want him to be happy.

Ye Qinghe stood up with a smile, walked slowly to the door of An Yu's room, raised his hand to knock on the door, but the door opened by itself.As soon as An Yu opened the door, a chestnut came in front of him.He leaned back and dodged Ye Qinghe's attack.

"Ye Dong?" An Yu exclaimed, and Ye Qinghe held back his empty fist.An Yu saw Ye Qinghe's movements clearly, knew that he was knocking on the door and not beating him, patted his chest with lingering fear, then held Ye Qinghe's hand and went back to the living room: "Mr. He has gone back?" He saw that there was no one else in the living room. People, blurted out a question.

"He went to take a shower. He will live here for a few days." Ye Qinghe said.

An Yu frowned: "Live here? He sleeps..." Oh, sleep in your room, no need to ask.An Yu pursed her lips and asked, "Is Director Ye looking for something?"

"I thought about it, but I still should follow the custom and eat pig's knuckle noodle noodles for luck." Ye Qinghe asked sincerely: "I want to ask if you still have noodle noodles at home, can you cook some for me?"

"..." There are so many things.An Yu glared at him, but he was faintly relieved.On the one hand, he was able to explain to Aunt Chen, and on the other hand, it was mainly because he had a step down.He was going to sneak out to eat, but now he happened to be eating openly.

"Yes, wait a minute, I'll cook it." An Yu went into the kitchen to boil water, and heated the pig's feet along the way.The noodle thread is very thin, and it will be cooked immediately after the water rolls into the pot. An Yu scoops up the noodle thread and divides it into two bowls in a hurry, pours pork knuckle marinade on each, and puts two pig knuckles in each bowl. It's finished.

He brought out two bowls of noodles and put them on the table, Ye Qinghe was already sitting at the table waiting to start.

An Yu pretended to ask: "I cooked two bowls, do you want to invite Mr. He out to eat?"

"No need, he should be asleep, you eat with me." Ye Qinghe said.

That's the idea.An Yu immediately sat down and ate a piece of pig's foot first.

Ye Qing and Cong An Yu agreed to cook the noodles for him, and Mimi smiled the whole time until he took a bite of noodles: "Uh," the smile froze on his face.

"Hey, this noodle thread can't be bitten off, you have to suck it all in one breath, otherwise it's unlucky." While gnawing on a pig's foot, An Yu saw Ye Qinghe's mouth full of noodle thread from the corner of his eye, so he reminded him quickly, lest he bite it off up.

Well, suck it in and suck it in, take a full mouthful, Ye Qinghe swallowed with a little difficulty.

"Is it delicious?" Seeing Ye Qinghe's ugly face, An Yu felt a little uneasy.

"..." Ye Qinghe was embarrassed to hit An Yu, but he really wanted to know how badly he could cook the noodles like this.When he thought about it carefully, he had never eaten a meal cooked by An Yu himself that could still keep him safe.Poor talent.Ye Qinghe was having fun while thinking, and replied comfortingly: "It's delicious."

"Eat more if it tastes good," An Yu said happily.He watched Ye Qinghe eat a few more mouthfuls, it seemed really delicious.After eating a piece of pig's trotter, he also took a bite of noodles.For the sake of auspiciousness, An Yu also snorted and took a big gulp, almost choking to death.

"Oh my God," An Yu thumped her chest, trying to knock down the mouthful of noodle thread, let it be mushy, and it was so salty. "This noodle is rotten and salty. You still say it's delicious. You have a bad sense of taste."

Ye Qinghe couldn't help laughing, and quickly fake coughed twice to cover it up.An Yu mercilessly criticized her own craftsmanship, and beat Ye Qinghe down, this reaction was really cute.

"No, no, this is really unpalatable," An Yu grumbled, "I've never eaten such a horrible thing." Ye Qinghe put his fist to his mouth and smiled softly, saying in a low voice: "Shui Dumplings Leather goose soup?" Fanning the fire is no big deal.

The mobile phone rang at the right time, successfully preventing An Yu from killing his employer.An Yu rolled her eyes, clicked her tongue and answered the phone: "Hello, Aunt Chen." The voice immediately returned to being a respectful and polite little gentleman.

It was Aunt Chen who called to ask if An Yu remembered the call to cook longevity noodles.An Yu hurriedly hid aside to talk on the phone.

"Yes, I cooked it," An Yu said with a bitter face, "but the noodles are so salty. Maybe I added too much salt."

"What? Did you add salt?" Aunt Chen shouted in shock, even Ye Qinghe could vaguely hear: "Silly boy, the noodles are salty, so there is no need to add salt." Aunt Chen was on the other end With a creaking laugh, An Yu answered a few times muffled and then hung up the phone.

"Hey, don't eat, don't eat," An Yu wanted to put away the bowl angrily, but was stopped by Ye Qinghe: "There are only two bites left, I'll finish."

"What's wrong with you?" An Yu refused and insisted on taking it away.After eating this bowl of noodles, the kidneys will die.

"You cooked this for me specially," Ye Qinghe pushed his elbows away, turned around to block An Yu, Xilihulu quickly put all the noodle thread left in the bowl into his mouth, and waited for An Yu to grab the bowl, Ye Qinghe The noodle has been eaten clean.

"You..." An Yu looked at the empty bowl in shock: "You can do it, my craft may be thrown to stray dogs, and the dogs won't eat it. It's really hard for you to eat it all."

"That's what you said," Ye Qinghe deliberately put on a straight face: "Speak well."

"My craft... stray dogs are scrambling to eat it?" An Yu said hesitantly.

Ye Qinghe laughed out loud.

(to be continued……)

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?Moonlight broken thoughts?

This boiled noodle with salt is really not made by Moonlight!

It's my husband... Puff ha ha ha ha ha ha hiccup...

See you tomorrow morning at ten o'clock~~~~