When a ruffian meets a veteran

Ling Jianuo hadn't had dinner with anyone in this kind of atmosphere for a long time. Mi Yanchen introduced him to several other people in the family. In fact, it was Feng Xiuxiu who didn't want to see him, Zhang Xiaodong who didn't understand, and someone who could only clap his hands. Cheers to Yue'er, of course, there is another receptionist from California——Qiu Wen on the dining table.As for Xu Yi who was sponsored by Mi Yanchen to go to school, he did not come back because he participated in the Olympiad training class.

The dishes on the dinner table are all made by Feng Xiuxiu, five dishes and one soup, simple home-cooked dishes, but the portions are very generous.Ling Jianuo didn't eat much. At first glance, he was stunned when he saw that the extra-large plates were full, but when he started to eat, he realized that the people on this table had a lot of appetite.

He hadn't finished half a bowl of rice, and Mi Yanchen had already started to eat the third bowl. The two chopsticks looked slender and fragile in his unusually large hands, even a bit clumsy.However, Mi Yanchen deserves to be battle-tested, his eyes are extremely sophisticated, he can always filter out the side dishes with a light glance on the table, and catch the target accurately. Immediately after leaving, a few pieces of golden-colored meat with dripping oil were sent into his mouth.

From the beginning of eating until now, Ling Jianuo has never seen him pick up a chopstick of vegetables, and all he ate was meat—meat that looked fat and oily.

Dumbfounded, Ling Jianuo turned his head, just in time to see Zhang Xiaodong handing the empty bowl to Feng Xiuxiu and yelling for a bigger bowl, while his pair of dark eyes stared at the plate of pork belly on the table without moving for a moment, his little fist Holding the chopsticks in his mouth, he desperately stuffed slices of meat into his mouth, as if he was competing with Mi Yanchen.

I don't know if it is affected by this atmosphere, even Yue'er has a sense of urgency to flee from famine when eating.A cartoon plastic spoon was held in Xiaorou's hand, and she kept digging rice from the bowl and delivering it to her mouth. She basically ate half and dropped half. There was a lot of rice in the rice pocket on her chest, and her little face was also sticky. Quite a lot.The moment of amazement when she woke up in the morning, the cute and cheerful little princess who didn't wake up, completely ruined her temperament, she was no different from a country girl.

Relatively speaking, Feng Xiuxiu and Qiu Wen's eating relationship is much quieter, but that's only in relative terms.When Ling Jianuo was stunned, Mi Yanchen had already eaten the fourth bowl, and began to transfer from the meat battlefield to the green vegetable plate.And Feng Xiuxiu and Qiu Wen served the rice for the second time, and he and Yue'er were the only ones on the table who were still struggling with the first bowl of rice.

Ling Jianuo was a little bit out of taste, but when he turned his head and looked at Yue'er's half-eaten bowl that was about to be empty soon, the extremely uncomfortable feeling in his heart, and the feeling of depression that he felt out of place was even more serious.

After another bowl of rice and another bowl of soup, Mi Yanchen was finally full.Looking at the mess that was almost wiped away on the table, he nodded in satisfaction.Being able to eat is a blessing. Eating a lot and digesting well proves that the body is good. When the body is healthy, the resistance will be good. When the resistance is good, the body will naturally be good, and the whole is a virtuous circle.

Mi Yanchen suddenly felt that the silence around him was too much. He turned his head and saw Ling Jianuo poking the rice in the bowl. His cold expression didn't change much, but he saw the small The sullen look on the face. "What? Are you not used to eating? If you are not used to eating, I will give you some food next time."

One force was not well controlled, and Ling Jianuo almost poked the bowl to the ground.I hear a lot of pornographic jokes in Lose on weekdays. When I first heard what Mi Yanchen said, he almost put the bowl on his face and threw rice at him. Fearing that he didn't have enough to eat, he really didn't know what expression to show.

Mi Yanchen didn't know what Ling Jianuo was thinking at all, he saw Ling Jianuo moved his mouth but didn't say anything, he looked confused.Without saying a word, he got up, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen.Ling Jianuo looked at Mi Yanchen who acted vigorously and did what he said, and the conflict in his heart surfaced again.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Feng Xiuxiu took a knife to scratch Ling Jianuo's eye, then looked away and continued to hold a carrot for Zhang Xiaodong.Zhang Xiaodong's mouth was full of pork belly, and he finally said unwillingly when he was free, "I don't want to eat carrots, I want to eat meat."

"Eat meat, eat meat, Yue'er also wants to eat meat." Waving her greasy paws, Yue'er joined in the fun, not to be outdone.

After rewarding Zhang Xiaodong with a chestnut, Feng Xiuxiu changed into soft, like a red wolf coaxing a lamb. "Yue'er is good, Yue'er needs to eat more carrots and vegetables, so that she can grow taller in the future."

Yue'er blinked her big eyes, tilted her head and thought for a while, then pointed at Ling Jianuo with her fleshy little finger and asked, "Will there be a little brother taller?"

The smile on Feng Xiuxiu's face became forced, and she said perfunctorily, "Yes, Yue'er, eat quickly."

Qiu Wen pushed his glasses and stood up, "Sister Xiu, Xiaodong, Yue'er, Jianuo, eat slowly, I'm going to the outside platform first."

Ling Jianuo saw Zhang Xiaodong and Yue'er who were full and starting to fight on the table, so he simply got up and went to the kitchen. Behind him, Feng Xiuxiu's muttering fell into his ears, his eyes flashed with anger, and then hid in the red hair under.

"A little bastard is a little bastard, he has no tutor at all." Disgustingly throwing away Ling Jianuo's unfinished meal, Feng Xiuxiu's impression of this red-haired delinquent boy was even worse, not only uneducated but also a waste of food.

As soon as Ling Jianuo stood at the door of the kitchen, Mi Yanchen turned around. He wasn't wearing a smock, nor was he wearing an apron, but his sleeves were rolled up, revealing a strong wheat-colored forearm.Even though this man has a gentle expression and restrained aura, the heat and strength emanating from his bones will still rush to his face. As long as you stand close to him, you will inevitably be warmed and lazy, and there will be a kind of long-term Staying in the dark, freezing and stern from the inside out, resists it like a backlash.

Mi Yanchen's movements were smooth, and it didn't take long for Ling Jianuo to finish it. A large bowl of steaming dragon beard noodles, the aroma of sesame oil and hot pepper sea pepper wafted into the nose, making people want to swallow.A few fresh and tender lettuce leaves are verdant and green, which adds a lot of points to the presentation.

"Go to your room and eat. You can eat in the living room. Xiaodong and Yue'er must be arguing very hard. Those two brats won't be able to eat, and they won't obediently watch you eat when they're full."

Ling Jianuo was dragged into the bedroom by him, only to find that this room was more human than the one he lived in, more masculine to be precise.Glancing at the man with the usual expression, Ling Jianuo ignored the momentary weirdness in his heart, sat down against the table, and put the noodles into his mouth little by little.The noodles were not too fancy, but the aroma of the sesame oil increased his appetite a lot. With the spicy oil and sea pepper, his nose was soon covered with fine sweat.

Looking at Ling Jianuo who was eating noodles in small bites, Mi Yanchen frowned, although he also felt that Ling Jianuo who ate like this looked very seductive, his usually light-colored lips were red from the heat, and his small mouth Er'er opened her slightly pink tongue and quickly rolled it back.However, he still felt that Ling Jianuo was too delicate.In his opinion, even Zhang Xiaodong eats more than Ling Jianuo. His concept is: eat more = good health, but Ling Jianuo eats too little.

Just as he was thinking, Ling Jianuo pushed the bowl forward and said, "I ate and hugged."

"Why do you eat so little?" His thick eyebrows were clustered, and Mi Yanchen obviously disapproved. He stood up from the bed, walked behind Ling Jianuo, pressed his hands on his shoulders, and lowered his head on top of his head to coax him, "Good boy." Be obedient, eat a little more, you eat too little."

As the man approached, Ling Jianuo's body stiffened a little. He was not used to being so close to people, but the man's warm hands were pressed on his shoulders, and his body fell from the top of his head, covering him in a masculine atmosphere. Surrounded by her masculine breath, such a gentle and loving tone makes people want to drown in it, sinking into darkness.

After trying to eat a few more mouthfuls, Ling Jianuo put down his chopsticks again. He raised his eyes, which were mostly covered by red hair, and his thick eyelashes trembled before moving away, "I really can't eat anymore."

Mi Yanchen stared at him for a long time, as if he was thinking about something, when Ling Jianuo wanted to explain that he didn't usually eat much, he saw him take the bowl of noodle and scoop it up with a few chopsticks into the mouth.

Opening his mouth, the tips of Ling Jianuo's ears turned red. The man eating his leftovers is equivalent to indirectly eating his saliva. The key point is that the man kept staring at him when he was eating noodles just now. Extremely uncomfortable, subconsciously smashed the noodles into pieces, which looked really horrible and hard to swallow.

In the bedroom, the sizzling sound of sucking noodles was extremely ear-piercing. After Mi Yanchen drank all the soup, Ling Jianuo realized that he was actually relieved.Before he could say anything, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Yue'er and Zhang Xiaodong ran in one after the other. "Little brother, Yue'er is going to sleep with my little brother tonight."

"No." Standing up, looking at Yue'er who was holding her leg and looking up pitifully with her head up, Ling Jianuo turned her head and signaled to Mi Yanchen: You come and take care of this girl.

Raising his eyebrows, Mi Yanchen pretended not to see, and slipped out of the bedroom after saying "I'll go wash the dishes".Leaving behind Ling Jianuo who had nowhere to vent his anger, Zhang Xiaodong who kept rolling his eyes curiously about him, and Yue'er who was doing his own way and climbing up his legs.

Ling Jianuo looked at Yue'er who was hugging his knee and now hanging on his thigh, and discussed with a headache, "Who did Yue'er sleep with before, my little brother hasn't recovered from his cold, so he can't sleep with Yue'er."

"Hehehe... I'm going to sleep with my little brother, and my little brother wants to tell Yue'er a story."

After soaking softly and hard for a long time, except for Yue'er's non-stop clucking, Ling Jianuo's exasperated "No", unfortunately Yue'er couldn't understand at all, and kept invading when she wanted to sleep with her little brother and listen to him. Storytelling is a beautiful bedfellow.Feeling powerless, Ling Jianuo had no choice but to change the subject first, trying to try Yue'er to forget about it, or fall asleep after playing.

"Yue'er will show my little brother a tour of this house, please?"

Yue'er tilted her head, with a puzzled look on her face, she obviously didn't understand what the visit meant, Zhang Xiaodong, who was scratching his cheeks and scratching his itch if he couldn't get in here, jumped out and volunteered loudly, "I'll show you around! "

Following the two little guys, Ling Jianuo took a rough look at the layout of the house. Because the first floor is connected to the corridor to the hotel and the backyard, there are no people living in it. There are a few rooms that are vacant and used as guest rooms.The second floor is where they are, with a total of 4 bedrooms, 1 living room, and 1 bathroom.In the bedroom, he and Mi Yanchen both had bathrooms, so Feng Xiuxiu and Zhang Xiaodong used the bathroom next to the bedroom more.

He didn't go into Xu Yi's room. He heard from Zhang Xiaodong that it was the same room as him. However, Xu Yi's room had a large bookshelf, and there were many books written in densely packed small characters on it.Hearing this at first, Ling Jianuo was stunned for a moment, wondering what Mi Yanchen thought about him not going to school at his age.

This time he was absent from class without reason for such a long time, and the friendship and face that Ling Yuntian had left at school had already been used up. Ling Jianuo believed that the school would definitely not want him to go back, and he himself really did not plan to go back.There is nothing wrong with following Tang Wenjie, hasn't he gotten used to it in the past two years?

As for staying here, Ling Jianuo didn't even think about it. Feng Xiuxiu didn't want to see him at all, and it was too obvious that this patchwork big family separated him from outsiders, even though he could see that Mi Yanchen was trying to eliminate him. However, he doesn't need this alienation, whether it's taking care of it or adopting it, he doesn't need it.

Thoughts have never changed, but revisiting the past again, Ling Jianuo felt very bored in his heart. He let out a breath, looked at the stairs on the third floor and asked, "What is the upstairs for?"

Ling Jianuo noticed that just as he said these words, Zhang Xiaodong's body visibly trembled, his little face collapsed a little, and there was fear in his dark eyes.Surprised, Ling Jianuo saw Yue'er playing with building blocks on the sofa, and simply walked upstairs.After struggling for a long time, Zhang Xiaodong still couldn't help wanting to express himself in front of this cool-looking brother, so he gritted his teeth and followed.

There are no extra rooms on the third floor, just a large empty room with a small closed door in the corner.He noticed with sharp eyes that Zhang Xiaodong's expression became more complicated the closer he got to the small door, the look of trembling and not wanting to approach was like a ghost living inside.Rarely aroused by curiosity, Ling Jianuo pushed the door open and walked in.

Drenched in cold sweat, looking at the dazzling array of tools on the walls and in the cabinets, Ling Jianuo looked back at Zhang Xiaodong who was standing at the door with his neck curled up, not daring to come in, and looked back at these tools carefully.After staying in Lose for two years, and Tang Wenjie would occasionally teach him a lesson, how could he not be familiar with these special admonition tools? To his surprise, these things actually appeared in Mi Yanchen's house?