Slag Gong lost his memory and ran away as a substitute

When it was almost dinner time in the evening, Cuomo arrived on time.

He is a well-known top chef who is good at all kinds of western food, which is hard to find.In addition to him, the family also hired two other equally outstanding Chinese chefs, and the three of them were responsible for three meals a day in Zhang Luo's villa.

Huo Cheng is very picky, he has extremely high requirements for the things that are imported, and he always seems to be a little uneasy.And for a few days, he would be extremely picky, and would lose his appetite for any delicacies. Only the porridge and side dishes that Su Wenyu cooked himself could make him move his chopsticks twice.

Su Wenyu's grandmother has always been in poor health, and smoking too much oil fume is only harmful to her, so he learned to cook by himself very early, and before he knew Huo Cheng, his cooking skills were already quite good.

In the past few years, for him, I have also learned a lot of new dishes, especially some medicinal food for conditioning the body. If one day I can't continue my main business, I might be qualified to be a chef.

grumbling-

The thick soup in the pot was bubbling, and when the lid was lifted, the hot food aroma was brewing along with the steaming heat, and the air was immediately filled with the smell of cream and thyme.

"It should be almost there." He turned off the fire while muttering to himself, stirred the black truffle powder evenly, shrugged his shoulders and sniffed hard, and finally smiled with satisfaction.

And Cuomo could only stand aside doing nothing, pulling his blond hair, and sighing sadly: "Mr. Su, if every employer I have is as talented as you, I think I will lose my job soon."

He is a Frenchman who grew up in the United States, but he can speak Chinese fluently, with almost no accent, which is rare.

"Don't make fun of me." A trace of helplessness flashed in Su Wenyu's eyes, and he was accustomed to the exaggerated rhetorical techniques of the chef, "However, your Chinese level has improved rapidly, and now you can even speak idioms one by one. It's gone."

"Oh my god, I don't care. Every time I see Mr. Su's improvement in cooking, I feel like I'm going to become a green-eyed monster."

This sounded difficult to understand, but Su Wenyu understood it quickly. He couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips, and patiently corrected his simple and rude literal translation: "Como, green-eyedmonster translates into jealousy, will It's better."

"Yes, yes, jealous." Cuomo nodded like a slapstick. In order to show that he had remembered, he repeated it back and forth several times, like an emotionless repeater: "Jealous, jealous."

Su Wenyu was amused by the strange tone of his intentionally pinching his throat, and was about to say something when he heard a lot of movement outside the door.

what sound?

The two people next to each other turned their heads in unison, and saw Huo Cheng standing there quietly.

He obviously just came back from the company, his suit jacket was hanging on his arms, his face was sinking like water, and there was no warmth in his eyes. Anyone who looked at him could tell he was unhappy.

Who messed with him again?

Su Wenyu was puzzled.

But it's not surprising, Young Master Huo's temperament is indeed not very good, he does things as he pleases, making people unpredictable, and no one can persuade him when his temper comes.

But his anger is different from that of ordinary people, he will not vent his anger casually, he will not vent indiscriminately, he does not look irritable at all, but he has become gloomy and cold.

He'd be alone for a little while, and then he'd be calm again.

It's not that Huo Cheng is magnanimous and doesn't hold grudges, he just engraved the word "steady" into his bones, so stable that even his anger can be controlled within a certain range, nothing can make him completely lose his mind, so probably he won't lose his mind in this life. There will be those moments of rage.

Su Wenyu admired this.

"I don't need to cook today." Huo Cheng said.

When he said this, he was facing Cuomo, his deep voice was slightly hoarse, and he looked gentlemanly and polite when he nodded slightly, but there were gloomy and unclear emotions hidden in his eyes.

Cuomo is a smart person, and he was keenly aware of the boss's displeased attitude immediately, so he immediately packed his things in a hurry, and left at the speed of light after a hasty greeting.

Su Wenyu looked at his disappearing back through the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking like he was chased by a dog in a panic, it was a bit funny, I couldn't help laughing.But halfway through the corner of his mouth, he was abruptly interrupted by the sudden drop in air pressure from the people around him.

no?So angry this time?

Is it work, or something else?How tricky is it?Is it difficult to solve?

In fact, I still habitually want to go up and care, but this time Su Wenyu only stayed at the stage of thinking and didn't ask much.

He needs to let this person slowly fade out of his life, so that Huo Cheng's joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys in the future will have nothing to do with him.

It's a pity that the pot of soup was gone.

Huo Cheng didn't have a good appetite, and when he was in a bad mood, he couldn't eat anything, and he didn't like anything.

This pot of black truffle and mushroom soup was stewed so successfully that I couldn't finish it all by myself. It seemed that I could only waste it.

"This soup doesn't taste good." As if to test his guess, Huo Cheng said this immediately, with a firm tone.

Su Wenyu couldn't help but rolled his eyes in his heart, and coaxed him casually: "Then do something else next time."

Huo Cheng's face softened slightly, and he looked over with a slightly cool gaze, his pupils were shining brightly under the lamp, "I'm going to the study."

Su Wenyu nodded, and didn't express any opinions. The whole house is yours, and you can go wherever you like.

He turned around on his own, and was about to enter the kitchen, but he was stopped again after walking a few steps.

"Ah Wen."

Huo Cheng was standing on a few steps of the stairs. He was already tall, but when he looked down like this, he looked even more condescending, like looking at ants.The thin eyelids lifted, and the expression seemed a little surprised, with a faint dissatisfaction.

"You come too," he said.

Su Wenyu stood still, "I want to cook first."

After driving away the chef, of course I can only cook by myself, if you don’t eat, I will still eat.

"That's not in a hurry." Huo Cheng interrupted directly, and beckoned to the young man with calm eyes, "Come here."

Su Wenyu: "..."

He hardly ever argues with Huo Cheng, and once the two have a disagreement, he must compromise in the end.

In the past, it was because of reluctance.

The quarrels between his parents cast an indelible and terrifying shadow on his childhood. Those broken dishes and hysterical cursing and shouting were once his nightmares.

He was afraid of repeating the same mistakes, afraid that his feelings would be worn down in quarrels, and he didn't want Huo Cheng to feel unhappy, so he was always compromising.

Now, it's because of laziness.

I'm too lazy to spend too much time talking, I'm too lazy to spend too much energy, so what you say is what you say.

More importantly, Su Wenyu discovered that, in fact, every time he compromised, his remaining liking and nostalgia for him would decrease a little.

like now.

This is a good sign.

He smiled faintly, and walked quietly behind Huo Cheng without saying a word.

The study room at home is very large and can be divided into two according to functional areas.One side is a desk, and there are documents all over the desk. The contents involve company accounts, planning reports, and cutting-edge technology. At a glance, they are all commercial secrets.

But Su Wenyu didn't look around, his eyes were orderly, and his focus was entirely on the bookcase on the other side.

This side belongs to the leisure area. There are many precious books and artworks. There are also long sofas and round tables. The layout is very comfortable and you can just sit by the window.

Huo Cheng is sitting on the sofa right now, but his back is very straight, and he is not leaning on a pillow, as if the bottom is not a soft flannel, but a hard mahogany chair - the young master has always been dignified and calm, with a lazy posture, Rarely happens to him.

Su Wenyu knew that he had something to say to him, so he moved over a few steps, and before he could reach the front, the man stretched out his long arm, grabbed his wrist and dragged him to his leg.

"Drawing again today?" The corners of his mouth curled up, the slight emotion in his eyes concealed his coldness, his powerful big hands wrapped around his thin waist, and he held them firmly possessively.

"Well, I accepted the manuscript." Su Wenyu responded, and then moved uncomfortably, "Be gentle."

"It's really made of tofu." Huo Cheng chuckled twice and approached him, pressed his chin against him, and then lightly rubbed against the smooth and tender neck twice, spraying hot breath wantonly, instantly setting off a wave of heat.

Su Wenyu didn't bother to read the weather forecast last night, not knowing that the temperature would drop suddenly today.He was a little cold, and he was wearing thin clothes, especially since it was late at this time, it was actually a little cold.

Huo Cheng is full of heat, and the warmth is constantly radiating from his back, like a big natural heater, it is quite comfortable to lean on it like this.

So Su Wenyu didn't continue to struggle, and simply nestled in, lazily curling up in the man's arms.

Huo Cheng's eyebrows moved slightly, and he smiled again.

Su Wenyu was baffled by his laughter.

In just a short while, Master Huo's mood turned cloudy.

What a miracle.

"What did you draw?" Huo Cheng asked again.

A casual question, in fact, lack of interest.After all, the studio is next door, so I really want to know what to ask if I just go around and ask.

Su Wenyu also knows what his virtues are. If you ask perfunctorily, I will answer perfunctorily, just waiting for him to get to the point quickly.

"Draw whatever you want."

Sure enough, Huo Cheng didn't ask any more questions. He took a deep breath, patted the young man's side, and moved him off his lap.Then he stood up, opened the second drawer under the bookcase, and took out a boxy box.

"Here for you." He closed the drawer with one hand, and handed the things to Su Wenyu with the other hand, with a very casual attitude.

Su Wenyu glanced hastily.

The box is actually quite small, about the same size as a slightly larger apple. The outer packaging is not very gorgeous, but some classical patterns carved are quite unique.

He thought for a while, oh, it should be the gift that Huo Cheng said when he was drunk, the gift he brought back from a business trip.

"What is it?"

"See for yourself."

So Su Wenyu stood up to take it, but was taken aback by the feeling of the drop in his hand, the box was actually quite heavy.

He fiddled with the metal mechanism on the outside, only to hear a "click", and the buckle opened.

In the center of the bright yellow silk lay a strangely shaped blue stone.

A lifelike tiger is engraved on it.

"This kind of stone is only found in the Yinsha River area. Each piece has a different shape. One side is smooth but the other side has natural carvings." Huo Cheng's voice rang faintly in his ears.

"Is this natural?" Su Wenyu's eyes suddenly showed a hint of surprise.

"Yes." Huo Cheng nodded, "Do you like it?"

Su Wenyu was very honest, and said "um", feeling a little happy.

To be honest, this gift is indeed in line with his aesthetics.

You must take it with you when you run.

He sat back on the sofa again, took the stone in his hand, and gently stroked the lines on it that came from nature.

Huo Cheng was also very happy, "It seems that I really like it."

He hooked the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, stretched out his long arms, and his long, slender hands landed on the side of the young man's ears, stroking them lightly every now and then.

The movements of the two are amazingly synchronized.

Appreciate, tease, play with.

At that moment, Su Wenyu's heart tightened suddenly.

The joy that had just arisen quickly disappeared to the point where there was not even a dross left.

Maybe I am to Huo Cheng like this stone is to myself.

It's all gadgets at hand, that's all.

Huo Cheng didn't notice his mood. He moved his fingers to the top of his furry hair and rubbed it soothingly: "I have a schedule starting tomorrow. If everything goes well, I'll be back in about two or three days."

Recently, he was dealing with the land in the west of the city, which was abruptly saved from someone else's hands. There were a lot of problems left over from history, which were much more difficult than before, so he had to travel every few days.

"Oh, I see."

"Don't be bored at home all the time, go out for a walk occasionally." Huo Cheng instructed again.

"Of course I will go out, and I will never come back after I go out." Su Wenyu made nonsense, but with a bit of seriousness.

Of course Huo Cheng didn't believe it, he pinched the young man's plump lower lip, and squeezed it into a pout, like a little goldfish, so cute.

"Home is here, where can you go? Huh?"

He smiled very gently, with a very conniving look, as if he had the chance to win, but he was sure that Su Wenyu would not leave, that he would stay forever.

So Su Wenyu also bent the corners of his eyes, then silently looked out the window, and didn't continue talking.

This is not my home.

So, it's time to find yourself a place to stay temporarily.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-12-1500:13:10~2021-12-1520:19:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Guji, did you update 1 today;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of rotten taste; 2 bottles of only want to sleep Fang Fangzi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!