Ye Chen took a few steps and placed the bowls on the low table on the kang. It was a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and a bowl of rice.

"...You can still cook?" Chen Mofeng didn't expect much of Young Master Ye's cooking skills. He smiled with indulgence and leaned towards the low table with his fate.

Ye Chen was afraid of the silence and felt that the food was shabby, so he opened his mouth and let out the train and whistle: "The chef I hired in my house has taught me a few tricks. Don't look at this dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes. In fact, there are many details in it when making it, which is different from what ordinary people do..."

He stood by the kang, very close to Chen Mofeng. He looked very serious when he spoke. Chen Mofeng had a smile in his eyes and looked at him slightly. As he looked, Chen Mofeng suddenly raised his hand, hooked Ye Chen's chin with his index finger, and then wiped Ye Chen's cheek with his thumb.

Ye Chen was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"Is there coal ash on my face? I haven't rubbed it off... look in the mirror." Chen Mofeng said calmly, but after stopping, he twisted his fingers secretly.

There was a soft touch remaining on the fingertips that touched Ye Chen's jaw and cheeks, which made him feel distracted.

...The little face is quite tender. The silent wind couldn't help but twist his fingers again.

Isn't it young? I'm only nineteen years old...

My thoughts slipped away in the direction of ambiguity.

A man who was about to celebrate his 26th birthday secretly commented on whether the face of a 19-year-old boy was tender or not... This seemed to be a bit suspicious of an old beast. Although in terms of subjective emotions, the wave of silent wind was so relaxed and there was no problem at the legal level, after measuring it with a moral ruler, he still chuckled with a self-deprecating face.

Actually, it's a bit small... I think silently.

Ye Chen, without knowing his brother Chen's hooligan idea, turned around and walked into the bathroom that was connected to Chen Mofeng's room.

The conditions of these farmhouses in the village are good and bad. Several top-fit ​​rooms with flush toilets and solar water heaters are owned by the main creators of the crew. It is more troublesome for others to take a bath and go to the toilet. The top-fit ​​rooms are especially quiet and the accommodation is the most comfortable. The bedroom is directly connected to a small bathroom, and you don’t have to leave the bedroom at midnight. Although the bathroom is decorated quite simple, at least there are facilities.

Ye Chen took a photo in front of the mottled coated mirror and found two smoky ashes rubbed on his face - he didn't need an induction cooker to cook here but a large stove. Ye Chen and his fellow villager learned to burn firewood, and he tinked it in front of the stove for a while, but his face was dirty and he didn't pay attention.

He unscrewed the faucet and rinsed his face, pulled out the tissue and wiped it dry, then lowered his eyes and glanced hungrily at the boxes of toiletries under the bathroom stand.

Since he was overwhelmed overnight, Ye Chen used more than one yuan of Shanghai sulfur soap to wash his hair and take a shower. He was used to not be able to use the high-end shower gel shampoo he had left before. He only took it out and tasted some sweetness for himself when he was in a dark mood, so that he could continue to be happy with his family and family... At present, he still had two-fifths of the bottle of shower gel and three-sevenths of the bottle of shampoo, both of which cost nearly a thousand yuan, and he would not buy it again after using it.

Because I was reluctant to use good things for too long, Ye Chen couldn't help thinking about these high-end goods two days ago, and he was almost blinded.

Ye Chen squatted down and tiptoed to pick up the bottles and jars one by one, checked the remaining amount and the production date, and selected four bottles of toiletries with a lot of leftover and far from the production date. He decided to help him use it for Brother Chen to avoid excessive waste caused by expiration and add unnecessary burden to Mother Earth!

But how to use it... Ye Chen's mind gradually became more active, and he held his chin and turned his eyes and started to think badly.

It is simple to find an excuse to put an empty bottle into the bathroom and take half a bottle, but these are personal items. It is not for the purpose of stealing it. Ye Chen was a decent person before going bankrupt and could not do this. If he wants to take advantage of it, he must be open and upright. He must let Chen Yinfeng know and acquiesce him to use the things in the bathroom, but also have to be logical and reasonable and not to break his personality. This is the ultimate way to get rid of it.

Ye Chen stared at him and pondered: "..."

The sky will not give birth to me, my leaves will be poor, and I will be as poor as the night forever!

...

On the other side, the silent wind, who had been hungry for several meals, picked up a bite of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and put them in his mouth.

The moment the scrambled eggs dipped in sweet and sour soup was ravaged by cigarettes, the digestive system that was dyingly dying suddenly came to life. After chewing two bites of scrambled eggs in the silent wind, he suddenly felt hungry. The long-lost greed filled the desire for food and rose from the shriveled and empty stomach bag and slapped on the tip of his tongue.

...Is scrambled eggs with tomatoes so delicious? The silent wind was stunned for a moment, and then ate them again. The tomatoes on the plate were stewed until they were cooked, but the eggs were still soft and tender, like a small yellow cloud. The eggs were rich in fragrance, the soup was fresh and sweet, and the just-slight sourness was excellent in the appetizing effect. A large mouthful of rice mixed with tomatoes and eggs was laid, and the silent wind that was not serious about eating was satisfied and breathed a long sigh.

The child is so good at cooking?! The silent wind rolls, folds the sleeves that are in trouble, and pulls them to their elbows, revealing two thin and tight forearms. He goes into the countryside to sit cross-legged on the farm kang, holding a bowl of rice in one hand and picking up food in the other hand. When he hits his eyes, he looks like a handsome farmer.

At this time, Ye Chen walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the low table, because he was thinking about QQ and searching for the advantage. His expression was so obedient that he almost felt a little fucked, and his tone was too soft: "...How about Brother Chen, does it taste OK?"

That expression, that movement, and that tone, no matter how you look like a clever little wife who has been newly married by a handsome farmer, without any sense of incongruity.

The silent wind raised his eyes, stared at him quietly for a moment, and suddenly laughed out loud.

The young wife was confused, opened her eyes innocently, and wiped her hands on her thighs twice: "What's wrong?"

More similar.

The silent wind stopped smiling and couldn't even swallow the food.

The young wife sat on the edge of the kang, confused and helpless: "Brother Chen...why are you laughing at?"

"Cough." Chen Mofeng suppressed his smile, cleared his throat, and said in a warm voice, "It's delicious, good craftsmanship."

He didn't answer, and Ye Chen was embarrassed to ask him what he was laughing at. He just calmed down and moved out the lie he had thought of in the bathroom just now, and said with shamelessness: "Brother Chen, the water heater in the house I live in is broken."

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows: "Is the water heater broken?"

"Ye Chen nodded violently, "I can't take a shower anymore... Have you finished washing today? Can I borrow your water heater?"

The silent wind suppressed a stream of evil fire, and the gentleman said, "I'll ask Xiao He to help you see, maybe he can repair it."

"Don't bother him." Ye Chen looked earnest, laying the groundwork for the future bathing. "I'm called Xiao Gao. It's hard to practice, and it won't be able to practice it for a while."

If Xiao He had to come, I would close the sluice... Ye Chen was thinking cunningly.

The silent wind was quiet for a moment and said, "Let Xiao He take a look, what if."

Ye Chen shook his head and insisted: "Farewell, I definitely can't repair it. Don't bother him at night."

Silent wind took a deep breath, thinking that as long as he was a little beast, the child had been eaten up by him so much that he had no residue left.

He didn't want to over-interpret Ye Chen's behavior. It was understandable that if the water heater broke, he borrowed someone to take a bath in the room, but he didn't let Chen Mofeng send someone to repair it. He even refused to help him take a look. What else can this... besides trying to tease him?

Could it be to get shampoo?! The silent wind was almost amused by his absurd guess.

After learning that Ye Chen had a falling out with his family, he was indeed a little worried about Ye Chen's financial situation. However, the poverty of a popular artist and the poverty of an ordinary person are completely different concepts. For popular artists, it is poor to not afford the new seasonal styles of first-tier brands. As for the situation that is more depressed than this, unless it is drug, gambling, or the original family is burdened with huge debts, no matter how shortage of money is, it will not affect daily life. Ye Chen must have nothing to do with those three situations.

So, it can only be...

Thinking of the silent wind, his eyes gradually became darker, and he used his sight to scrape Ye Chen from head to toe: the thin contour at the connection between the back of his neck and his shoulders, the delicate and almost fragile collarbone, the thin wrists and ankles... These youthful features that remained a sense of youth made him feel guilty, but the gentle and beautiful face that was full of words that he could ask for, made him feel angry again.

"Is it OK, Brother Chen?" Seeing that Chen Feng was not satisfied, Ye Chen calmly increased his chips, "You lend me some money to use the bathroom, I will make roasted sweet potatoes for you tomorrow morning. The sweet potatoes I roasted are so sweet that they can be roasted until they are syrup..."

The silent wind bit a cigarette and kept looking: "No."

Ye Chen's disappointment almost flowed out into his eyes: "Why can't it..."

The silent wind looked at him quietly for a moment and smiled: "No, why."

He did have feelings for Ye Chen, but he didn't want to do anything. First, the relationship between the two has not improved to that point, and second, Ye Chen is too young. He even doubts whether Ye Chen understands what his behavior means: at the age of nineteen, without giving any promises and guarantees from the other party, he handed himself unreservedly to the hands of a senior in the entertainment industry who had only been together for more than a month... This was too impulsive and reckless.

But he is not a saint. A beautiful boy who is as obedient as a little lamb was taking a bath in his room. After taking a shower, he went out to a bath in disheveled clothes. In addition, he had some thoughts about this beautiful boy... Can he bear it?

"I know Brother Chen, then I'll go back first." The "Sweeping Bathroom Shampoo Body Lotion Essence Plan" that I thought was foolproof actually failed. Ye Chen was disappointed like a stray cat who had only been photographed by heavy rain, and his whole body was wilted.

He packed up the empty bowls and plates on the low table, got up and walked out the door, walked out a few steps, and stopped again, turned his face and said softly: "Then I will roast sweet potatoes for you tomorrow morning. One sweet potato is about half a pound. Is it enough to roast two?"

The crow's feeding back cannot be stopped. After all, Chen Sifeng had no obligation to borrow his bathroom, so Ye Chen could still tell the truth clearly.

"Then fry a poached egg for you and squeeze a cup of corn juice?" Ye Chen shook the pot on his fellow villagers. "The ingredients in this place are quite monotonous and have no tricks, but I make everything better than others. You will know if you try it..."

"You..." The heart of the silent wind was almost crushed by Ye Chen's aggrieved look. He didn't even wear slippers. He stepped down to the ground with barefoot, walked around Ye Chen and blocked his way. He said angrily and funnyly, "Forget it, you can wash it here."

"Is it convenient for you?" Ye Chen's eyes lit up.

"How dare I have any inconvenience..." Chen Sifeng curled his lips and mocked in a joking tone. He put on his coat and pulled the cotton to drag it. He walked out of the door with a cigarette in his mouth, "Wash yours, I'll go to the yard to smoke a while."
Chapter completed!