Han Yu

Chapter 72 Cooking

"Long time no see, don't come here without any problems." Jin Ji's eyes darkened, and he whispered, "Young Master Han."

The face of the person on the other side didn't change, his eyes were downcast, his eyes were downcast, and his words were thorny, "When I don't want to talk to you, just shut up."

Jin Jiyan just looked at the ends of his eyes and brows, and suddenly there was an emotion that he couldn't even explain. The arrogance and recklessness that was natural in the past was still slightly raised at this moment, but it was also tainted with decadence and loneliness. .

Even at this point, he still looks like he is covered in thorns.

Gee.

It really makes people want to completely strip away that layer of pride.

Jin Jiyan smiled, his thoughts were surging, his eyes fell on his hands inadvertently, they were a pair of very beautiful hands, but he suddenly had a thought, he wanted to see those hands hanging down like broken wings, like Fractured pride like that.

Hey, just thinking about it makes me a little excited.

Jin Jiyan was about to say something when he suddenly heard the person in front of him speak in a flat tone.

Han Fang was expressionless, "Just now, your eyes became a little disgusting to me."

Jin Ji's face froze, and then continued to laugh, "It's probably Han Shao's illusion."

Han Fang lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was staring at. Suddenly, the corners of his lips twitched, and he looked up at Jin Jiyan. He leaned back lazily. The decadence and loneliness just now really looked like Jin Jiyan's Illusion, with a sarcastic look, "Hey, are you always so hypocritical."

Jin Jiyan looked at it quietly for a while, then seemed to remember something, and lowered his head as if to cover up something, "Young Master Han is still as quick-talking as before."

I couldn't tell what it meant in those words, only Han Fang sighed, "Don't you feel bad for me? You have to smile so sincerely even though you are pretending to be false."

Jin Jiyan raised his eyes.

He didn't want to meet those bright eyes, as if they could pierce the darkest thoughts in people's hearts. He wanted to turn his head to avoid it, but felt that he would be like a deserter, so he endured it calmly, feeling that there was something in his heart. It was a torment, and I forced myself to suppress the thoughts that should not have surfaced that were just around the corner.

He lowered his eyes, and suddenly said, "You seem to have changed a lot after following Qiao Yu."

Han Fang's tone was cold, "What does this have to do with you?"

Jin Jiyan said inexplicably, "It's just a little regretful."

Han Fang sneered, "I don't need pity from self-righteous people."

Han Fang's choking is always accurate. Jin Jiyan was so blocked, but his face changed slightly, but he smiled slightly, "Han Shao should be doing well recently."

Han Fang raised his eyebrows in confusion, and saw the man in front of him pointing to his neck with a smile, and his eyes fell on the part of Han Fang's neck that protruded.

That smile was a bit dazzling, and that look seemed to be full of meaning.

Han Fang suppressed the taunt, looked at him, and raised his hand.

The shaved ice caught Jin Jiyan's face by surprise.

he:"……"

Slowly reached out and wiped his face.

Jin Jiyan really didn't expect that Han Fang's temper was as violent as ever.

Jin Jiyan was subtly thankful that the other party didn't lift the table when they didn't agree with each other in public.

The sweet juice dripped onto the collared shirt, and before Jin Jiyan could clean it up, he saw Qiao Yu walking over with shaved ice with a suspicious expression.

His eyes looked at Han Fang reflexively, and the latter raised his eyes and smiled at him playfully.

Jin Jiyan was slightly absent-minded for a moment, and then saw Qiao Yu walking to Han Fang's side without raising his eyes.

"Here, the shaved ice you want."

Jin Jiyan: "..."

The pampering in Qiao Yu's eyes made Jin Jiyan want to doubt life.

Qiao Yu looked at him in a blink of an eye, and the tenderness and pampering towards Han Fang in those eyes instantly turned into the cold winter months, she lowered her eyes and smiled unchanged, and handed over the handkerchief, "What's the matter, Young Master Jin?"

Qiao Yu's fingertips were icy and cold. Jin Jiyan just misunderstood and just blurted it out. Qiao Yu raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Han Fang. The latter looked at him with a bad expression, just like Qiao Yu. Yu dare to ask a word, and the bowl of shaved ice in his hand will become his tailor-made.

well.

After he disappeared for a while, Han Fang found him even more unpleasant.

Jin Jiyan had already cleaned up his face, but his body was sticky and tight, and the greasy sweet juice also made Jin Jiyan frown slightly. He stood up still so gracefully and politely, his eyes seemed to glance from Han Fang inadvertently. Passing by, he smiled at Qiao Yu unhurriedly and said, "This has nothing to do with Young Master Han. I was the one who spoke rudely just now, so I'm sorry."

That last sentence was for Han Fang, and after finishing speaking, he signaled himself to take a step away, and there was a faint conversation behind him.

"Did he make you unhappy?"

Qiao Yu asked in a low voice.

"He made me unhappy, but I think you are even more unhappy." Han Fang sneered.

Qiao Yu is used to the thorns in his words, and he didn't expect him to be docile at all, and his face didn't change after hearing this. It seems that no matter what he does, he only likes Han Fang more , at the moment it was just soft words to appease.

Back home, the mirror in the bathroom in the room has been replaced with a new one, and the floor has been cleaned clean and tidy.

Han Fang looked at Qiao Yu who seemed nothing had happened, and suddenly felt a little cold.

"It's best to change the toothbrush every three months. I just went to pick a pair. Do you want to..." Qiao Yu paused, and smiled, "Why, A Fang, you want to look at me like this."

The smiling face was pure and harmless, Han Fang felt chills in his heart, lowered his eyes and said softly: "I'm going out to play, what else do I buy?"

Qiao Yu put it aside casually, "Let's prepare it first."

In fact, he wanted to use the same one as Han Fang.

The things were tidied up perfectly. Qiao Yu tidied up all the necessities from beginning to end by himself, including cutting out the labels on Han Fang's newly bought clothes, and he was the one who washed them, dried them and folded them. Han Fang suddenly remembered when he watched him tidy up. That sketch portrait.

It seemed like he hadn't seen him since he woke up the next day.

The flight time was set for tomorrow morning. In order to prevent Han Fang from getting up in the morning, Qiao Yu didn't make much fuss at night. He brought him a glass of milk and kissed away the stain left on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Good night."

"Good night."

Qiao Yu paused when he turned off the light, and looked over in disbelief. The latter had turned his back on him. Qiao Yu was so soft in his heart that he turned off the light and looked at his back, with joy and satisfaction in his eyes.

When we arrived at the airport, everything was ready, but Han Fang never expected that he would get airsick.

Although it's nothing, except that his complexion is a bit ugly, but at this moment, all Qiao Yu can do is...

"Drink more hot water, maybe it will be better."

Han Fang said impatiently: "Don't talk to me now, I can only hear a thousand mosquitoes buzzing in my ears, and a group of stars spinning around my eyes."

Qiao Yu decisively asked the staff if there was any medicine for airsickness, and when he came back with the water glass and the pills, Han Fang had already fallen into a drowsy sleep.

He wiped the thin layer of sweat off Han Fang's forehead with a tissue, gently so as not to wake him up.

Along the way, Han Fang was listless and didn't want to talk to Qiao Yu very much. When he got off the plane, he quickly took a taxi to the hotel, took a good shower, and then fell asleep on the bed all night.

As soon as Qiao Yu ordered the food, he turned around and saw Han Fang sleeping on the bed. He hesitated subtly whether to wake him up, his hair was still dripping, but seeing him sleeping, he couldn't bear to wake him up.

This is really a problem.

In the end, Qiao Yu struggled until Han Fang woke up.

Sure enough, I have a headache.

In fact, I didn't sleep for long, that is to say, the food was cold.

Han Fang pursed his lips, feeling Qiao Yu's hand gently pinch his head, he shouted: "I'm hungry."

Qiao Yu bent down and leaned in front of him and asked, "Is your head better? Does it still hurt?"

Han Fang snorted loudly.

Qiao Yu poured him a glass of water, and Han Fang felt more comfortable after being silent for a while, seeing that Qiao Yu didn't know what to pack and looked like he was about to go out.

"Anyway, the food is cold. I wanted to take you there tomorrow, and this time is just right."

Han Fang frowned.

Qiao Yu has been to Japan a few times before, and he knows what there is here. There is a store here that is doing well. The business seems to be light, but the service is high-end, and the income is not cheap.

After thinking about it, he wanted to bring Han Fang over to have a taste, but he didn't know if he liked it or not.

Anyway, every time he comes back here, he always stays in this store, and he has become acquainted with the owner of this store over time.

The shop has a simple atmosphere. The shop owner is a man wearing a kimono with a smile and a friendly smile. There are no customers at this time, and the empty space shows a bit of quietness.

Looking at the situation, Han Fang couldn't help looking up at Qiao Yu. Qiao Yu saw that he had something to say, and before he could ask why, the latter said: "I want to eat copper a little bit. Gongyaki."

Qiao Yu thought for a while, "Do I need to buy you a Doraemon toy, it might be better to go with it like this."

Han Fang thought it made sense, "Let me think about it."

After the boss watched their interaction, Qiao Yu stepped forward to say hello to him.

"Is he your friend?"

"No." Qiao Yu said softly, "He is my lover."

The boss nodded thoughtfully, and looked at Han Fang. He pursed his lips in a dull way, and his eyes didn't know what he was thinking about. There was still a little bit of loneliness, but the insignificant loneliness was easy to be ignored. From just now until now, he seemed to have a sense of distance from Qiao Yu.

On the surface, they are very harmonious, but they are very taboo about physical contact.

For example, when he was talking just now, Qiao Yu wanted to reach out to brush the broken hair on his forehead, but the latter subconsciously leaned back slightly to avoid it.

Although the movement is very small, the details are still captured.

Qiao Yu smiled and said, "If you look at it too carefully, he won't be happy."

The boss said softly, "What do you want to eat?"

Qiao Yu pondered and prepared to order a few dishes that he had eaten before and thought they were good, and considered Han Fang's taste, and reported the names of a few dishes. When he turned to look at Han Fang, the latter was looking at the dishes hanging on the wall. Qiao Yu walked over and put his hands on his shoulders, as if he didn't notice the moment when he froze, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"This painting is a bit strange." Due to the incomprehensible dialogue, Han Fang could only look at the painting on the wall to pass the time. "It's a fog, I can't see what it is."

The color is also a thick blue mist, which is so blurry that people can't see clearly, exuding a strange atmosphere. Han Fang murmured softly, "What does this mean?"

"Hope." The boss suddenly said, looking at Han Fang who was a little surprised, "You have to learn different languages ​​to receive guests from different places."

"That's right." Han Fang also suddenly smiled, "Why do you say this is hope?"

"The one who sold me this painting was an unsuccessful painter." The boss looked at the painting and said softly, "In his eyes, hope represents blue, and he is trapped in this tiny hope, unable to find a way out. , but I encourage myself to break through this layer of fog sooner or later and find my own path."

"……Really."

The sky is blue, and so is hope.

The food was also brought up during the conversation. Qiao Yu just listened to their conversation in silence, watching Han Fang pick up a piece of fish, he also scooped up a bowl of soup for him, "Is it delicious? Try this soup ,taste good."

As soon as Han Fang took his mouth, he felt that his tongue had been conquered. The fish was tender and smooth. He said with emotion, "How did you make it?"

It is endlessly memorable.

"Would you like to try making it yourself? The chef will guide you."

Han Fang was slightly taken aback, "This is also okay?"

"What's wrong?" asked the boss.

Qiao Yu was a little puzzled, why didn't he remember that this store allows others to enter and leave the kitchen at will, and also provides such service items as takeaway.

Han Fang decided to give it a try.

Qiao Yu sat outside and waited for the good news.

5 minutes later there was a loud bang.

Qiao Yu got up quickly, and before he had time to go in to see what happened to Han Fang, Han Fang's voice came.

"Qiao Yu."

Qiao Yu paused, "Huh?"

"I blew up the kitchen."

"..."

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

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The flight time was set for tomorrow morning. In order to prevent Han Fang from getting up in the morning, Qiao Yu didn't make much fuss at night. He brought him a glass of milk and kissed away the stain left on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Good night."

Han Fang distracted: "Good night."

Wait for the reaction...

Hey, did he say something.

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Han Fang communicated with the boss.

Qiao Yu looked at the messy painting.

...what the hell is that.

Why are you still chatting so much?