Doomsday Food

Zhao Yichen understood what the other party meant, and then asked with red ears, "Are you only wearing this shirt? Short... Where are the shorts?"

Lu Yan laughed and said, "Of course I'm wearing shorts...is that okay?"

Zhao Yichen breathed a sigh of relief, took the shirt calmly and said, "No problem——"

He entered the room and put on the shirt that Lu Yan gave him. The other's shirt was unexpectedly a little too big for him.

His boxer shorts were looming under his shirt, revealing his long, straight, fair legs.

Zhao Yichen sat on the recliner and even forgot to hug the cat.

Lu Yan set up the easel and drawing board, took out the paint tray and brushes, and was about to draw, he stood up again and walked in front of Zhao Yichen.

Pressing the other party down on the recliner, he unbuttoned several fastened buttons, letting the shirt hang loosely on his body, even exposing one shoulder.

The picture is pure and alluring.

Zhao Yichen's eyelids and eyelashes trembled slightly. This state of being close to nakedness made him very shy.

Although the yard is surrounded by walls, it is still open to the air, and the gate of the yard is only a gate with iron bars.

This kind of dress has a lot of impact on the villagers in the countryside.

From time to time, Lu Yan's eyes fell on him. The handsome and lovely man was lying shyly on the recliner. The sun shone through the branches and leaves, hitting his snow-white skin and shirt.

The other party's half-curved legs were slender and fair, and there was not a single leg hair on them.

Lu Yan's eyes suddenly darkened, and the corner of his mouth smiled a little weirdly, but Zhao Yichen didn't notice it.

This painting didn't stop until the stomachs of the two big men started to growl.

Zhao Yichen wanted to go back to his room immediately and change his clothes back, but Lu Yan stopped him with a chuckle: "I haven't finished painting yet—"

Zhao Yichen's eyes were red, and Lu Yan raised his hand to compromise: "Okay, okay, you can change it."

Zhao Yichen, who had changed back to normal clothes, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling so hungry that I could swallow a cow.

He first took out a cucumber, peeled it clean, broke it in half, and handed it to Lu Yan, who had washed his hands, for him to pad his stomach.

First wash the rice, cook it in a rice cooker, then take out the ribs and chop them into pieces, put ginger slices in boiling water to cook the blood foam to remove the fishy smell, take it out and put it aside for later use.

Heat the pan and pour oil, add rock sugar and stir-fry until it melts, add the boiled ribs and stir-fry until the sugar color turns, add garlic and ginger, stir-fry, then pour in two bowls of rice wine, the ribs are almost covered, season with light soy sauce and oil, and burn on high heat until the sauce thickens.

I washed two more lettuces, made a simple stir-fried lettuce, cooked the lettuce in boiling water, put it on a plate, then poured light soy sauce on it, and then burned a pot of hot garlic oil and poured it on.

Two dishes are ready, and the rice is almost cooked.

The two big men ate up the food, and Lu Yan felt very self-conscious about tidying up the dishes, washing them and putting them away.

Zhao Yichen paused and asked him, "Are you still painting?"

Lu Yan jokingly said, "Of course I want to draw. Are you still willing to be a model?"

Zhao Yichen blinked and asked him, "Can you change the place? In the yard, I'm shy..."

Lu Yan didn't expect the other party to be so honest, so he agreed naturally: "Of course, where do you want to lie down?"

Zhao Yichen: "Look... as long as it's in the house—"

Lu Yan rubbed his chin, nodded thoughtfully: "Then go and change your shirt first, I'll see where the background is interesting—"

Zhao Yichen went in obediently and put on his shirt again. He was about to fasten the buttons on it, but stopped after thinking about it, and let the shirt hang up so that it would not fall off.