Chapter 16 "Acting"

Yu Yifeng took a very meticulous bath this time, and hadn't come out of the bathroom for more than half an hour.

Mu Qing arranged the bedroom and had nothing to do. While watching the chatter of his friends in the group, he came to the kitchen and planned to make himself a sweet drink.

His sleep quality is not very good, and his bed recognition is very serious. Usually, when he has to sleep outside, he basically relies on melatonin to fall asleep. Only at home can he get a good night's sleep. The illegitimate purpose that can be expressed in words gave up the bed to Yu Yifeng.

Although the guest room is also a part of the home, according to common sense, there should be no serious insomnia reaction, but he himself has hardly rested here. Just in case, it is better to relax the brain nerves in advance.

There was still a lot of chocolate left over from the first two weeks. Mu Qing picked a piece and put it in a cup to heat it with water, and then put a small pot on it, ready to heat a little milk. When he was about to put the lid on a full cup, he suddenly remembered that there was a guest at home today, so he poured more and heated an extra piece of chocolate.

When a small circle of fine bubbles appeared on the edge of the milk in the pot, he quickly stopped the fire, shook the milk, and slowly poured it into the melted chocolate.

The faint milky fragrance mixed with the sweet taste of the melted chocolate fainted in the kitchen. Mu Qing made two cups, picked up a cup and tasted it. He felt that it was not sweet enough, so he opened the sugar bowl and added a tablespoon of sugar. .

After stirring it evenly, he tasted it again. He still felt that it was not sweet enough, so he dug out another spoonful, and...

"It's alright!" Yu Yifeng, who was passing by the door, happened to see him adding three spoons of sugar in a row, and couldn't help interrupting him, "Add so much sugar, aren't you afraid of a toothache at night?"

Mu Qingzheng was thinking about adding another spoonful of sugar, but the spoon in his hand was suddenly taken away, and he turned his head slightly in displeasure, Yu Yifeng took a step back from him in time, but his expression was very determined: "Too sweet. It would be uncomfortable."

The man who just took a bath has a faint smell of bath liquid on his body, and the tiny water droplets slide down the cheeks, shoulders, and the neckline of the bathrobe that seems to be covered, along the arc of the collarbone. Going under the bathrobe that was out of sight, have to say, it is indeed a bit tempting.

Mu Qing was not a gentleman in his bones, and naturally he would not consider that there is a thing called see no evil in the world. By turning around to face Yu Yifeng, he looked at others generously, and then wrinkled. Brow: "Why don't you dry your hair first? It's still cold, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

Yu Yifeng said in his heart that even if you lie down and sleep with the air conditioner of more than 20 degrees, I won't catch a cold, but when it comes to Mu Qing's slightly worried look, he still holds back and doesn't say anything, but just smiles embarrassedly. Laughing: "I was about to go, and I was shocked when I saw that you don't want money in this candy."

Mu Qing pursed his lips: "I'm used to drinking something sweet before going to bed."

"But you put too much sugar." Yu Yifeng sighed, "If you add too much sucrose, the milk will look greasy and astringent; your cup can be up to 300ml, and you'll be fine just from what I see. I already put three or four tablespoons of sugar. If you measure this, you will end up with sugar residue. Even if you brush your teeth, you will have a toothache tomorrow... Forget it, in short, you like very sweet ones. Is it right?"

He reached out and took the glass of chocolate milk that had not had time to add sugar, sipped a little to taste the sweetness, put two spoons of sugar in it, squeezed a little honey and mixed it, and handed it to Mu Qing: "Try it. this."

Mu Qing took a sip of it suspiciously. In the hot milk with a strong chocolate aroma, the taste of honey was almost negligible, but the taste was silky and delicious.

He looked at Yu Yifeng with a hint of surprise on his face: "You still have this skill?"

Seeing that his expression softened, Yu Yifeng also smiled lightly: "My mother lost her sense of taste when she was sick before, and always liked sweets. The aunt at home often made this for her, and I also helped her make it— —This is probably the only cooking skill I have.”

The topic involving family is too in-depth, and it is not the category that needs to be understood in pursuit of short-term fresh experience.

Mu Qing smiled calmly: "Auntie must be very happy with what you did."

Yu Yifeng was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, indeed." The long-term memory came through time and space, and he suddenly lost the interest in continuing to sultry, just picked up the glass of milk with excess sugar, turned around and went out .

Yu Yifeng's brows were wrinkled when the sweet and bitter chocolate milk entered the mouth, but he still resisted the desire to spit it out and swallowed it.

He really didn't like such overly sweet things.

At the end of the drink, it was a sweet and sticky chocolate syrup mixed with sugar. Yu Yifeng stared at the bottom of the cup, but suddenly there was a glass of water and a small plate of cut fruit in front of him. The aroma of citrus and the sour taste of lemon rushed to his face. He looked up, and Mu Qingzheng looked at him with a hint of helplessness on his face: "If you don't like it, don't force it, just leave it."

Yu Yifeng took a slice of lemon and put it in his mouth, the intense sour taste made him frown for a moment, but his expression relaxed: "Thank you."

Mu Qing nodded and sat beside him: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Taking a sip of water to wash away the sweetness remaining in his mouth, Yu Yifeng leaned back on the sofa, "I just remembered a little...the past."

The wind outside the window was quiet, and even the sound of rain seemed gentle.

Mu Qing looked at him sideways: "Want to chat? If you don't mind, I'll be a good listener."

Under the warm light, the outline of his face was a little softer than in the daytime, and his calm eyes focused on Yu Yifeng, patiently waiting for the answer from the person in front of him.

For some reason, the gloom in Yu Yifeng's heart suddenly subsided a lot. He looked at Mu Qing and smiled softly: "You should have seen it, I actually don't like things that are too sweet."

"Um."

"But my mom likes it very much..."

But maybe at that level, it probably can't be called liking, but should be called love.

After all, it is difficult for anyone to eat all kinds of cakes and desserts that are so sweet that their scalps are tingling like his mother, and the things they drink are so sweet that they are too greasy. When they are idle, they will try to research some "new drinks" by themselves— - It's a pity that her cooking skills are comparable to Yu Yifeng's, and the things she makes always have a magical taste, and some even have strange colors, like some failed alchemy research leftovers.

But every time the finished product is made, she will happily bring it to Yu Yifeng, intending to ask him to taste it first.

Yu Yifeng doesn't like sweets, and has no intention of poisoning herself. Naturally, she has never tasted it once, but no matter how many times she is rejected, she will still share it with Yu Yifeng next time.

This kind of thing made Yu Yifeng very distressed, and even went abroad for a long time because of this. It wasn't until he saw her lying on the hospital bed in a white hospital gown with her once beautiful hair cut off when they met again that he suddenly realized that if he could have had a taste, maybe the moment she left, she would be able to live again. More happy memories.

It's a pity that she, like the kitchen killer, can no longer enter the kitchen.

"...So I just saw you put sugar, and suddenly there was a little—sorry."

Yu Yifeng lowered his head in embarrassment, and rubbed his face against the soft sleeve of the bathrobe: "I just can't help it."

Mu Qing quietly stayed by his side, and until his emotions calmed down, he reached out and stroked his back: "She won't mind."

"Real ties and love do not have to be proved by specific behaviors. You are with her and you are willing to make a cup of sweet milk for her that you will not try. This is also your response to her."

The sound of the rain gradually stopped, but the surroundings were still silent, except for the faint sound of whistle from the road in the distance.

Yu Yifeng took a few deep breaths and raised his head to look at Mu Qing: "Sorry, I took up so much of your time unknowingly, you should have class tomorrow, go take a shower, if you sleep too late, you will be in class tomorrow. sleepy."

"Well. But, are you really okay?" Mu Qing's eyes were still a little worried.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

However, Mu Qing was still a little worried, and told Yu Yifeng to go to sleep first, and then walked into the bathroom with his pajamas.

The moment he closed the door, the worry and concern on his face disappeared at the same time, turning into a half-smile expression.

Although it is a bit too in-depth to talk about family relationships, how can you easily miss such an appropriate opportunity to emphasize your own initiative?

Outside the door, Yu Yifeng maintained a decadent expression and sat on the sofa, watching Mu Qing walk into the bathroom, and seeing the milky white light coming out through the frosted glass door, he sighed silently, maintaining a slightly sad expression. With an expression on his face, he walked towards Mu Qing's bedroom.

People who keep cats seem to install surveillance cameras in the living room. Although he didn't see them in the living room, it doesn't mean that Mu Qing didn't install them. Now that he has taken the script of "poor child who is sad for his family", he can't show the slightest excitement about entering the other party's room. After all, he must have a full set of dramas to be qualified.