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Chapter 47

Wencheng planned to cook three dishes of spicy beer duck, cola chicken wings, and shredded yam, served with winter melon shredded pork soup. It took an hour and a half for two dishes and one soup. Mu Qingyang's stomach changed from not hungry to hungry. When the smell wafted from the kitchen, Mu Qingyang changed from hungry to thirsty.

Mu Qingyang endured it, but in the end he couldn't hold back, put the remote control aside and got up to go to the kitchen.

The finished dishes and soup were placed on the dining table, Wen Cheng was facing away from Mu Qingyang to adjust the seasoning, and the prepared chicken wings were placed aside to be put into the pot.

"When will it be ready?" Mu Qingyang asked behind Wencheng, and spontaneously took a pair of chopsticks and put a piece of duck meat into his mouth.

The duck meat was stewed at a moderate heat, and it was chewy and delicious. Mu Qingyang took a bite, and the seasoning juice in the duck meat exploded on the tip of his tongue, accompanied by a numbing spicy taste, and a slight hint of beer taste .

"Soon," Wen Cheng smiled and glanced at Mu Qingyang, "Is it delicious?"

Mu Qingyang said truthfully: "It's delicious."

There is probably nothing in the world that makes you happier than being praised by your lover for hard-cooked dishes. If you must have it, you have to eat the hard-cooked dishes of your lover to compare.

Mu Qingyang couldn't hold back and ate another piece of yam, and put down his chopsticks after tasting the freshness. There was a "Zizi" sound in Wencheng, and the chicken wings were thrown into the pot just like that. Mu Qingyang took a box from the refrigerator Yogurt sucked and looked at him, very leisurely.

"You're so busy..." Wen Cheng said rather sadly, then covered the pot and prepared the ingredients for making pudding.

Mu Qingyang took a sip of yogurt, "Want to help?"

Wen Cheng cracked eggs neatly, raised his eyes and glanced at the piano in the corner, and the corner of his mouth curled up, "Do you know the piano, Mr. Mu?"

Mu Qingyang stopped drinking milk, "What do you think?"

"I think you will," Wen Cheng affirmed, "Give me some love, Teacher Mu."

After drinking the yogurt, Mu Qingyang threw the rubbish into the trash can and said, "...what a mess."

The pure white piano was elegantly placed in a dark corner of the living room. Before lifting the lid, Mu Qingyang wiped it with his fingertips to scrape off a layer of dust.He was not surprised, sat on the piano bench with a natural expression, exhaled, looked at Wen Cheng who was boiling milk, and gently touched the piano keys with his fingertips.

Don't tell me, Mu Qingyang really knows how to play the piano.

He can play "Two Tigers".

The piano sound was crisp and clear, and the rhythm of "Two Tigers" was cheerful. Mu Qingyang played it smoothly, and Wen Cheng laughed when he heard it.

The pudding liquid needs to be left to stand for half an hour after being filtered once. Wen Cheng left the ingredients on the stage and Mu Qingyang walked over.

Wen Cheng leaned on the side and watched Mu Qingyang's movements. After Mu Qingyang finished playing, Wen Cheng shook his legs and stood up straight, walked around behind Mu Qingyang, put his arms around Mu Qingyang and put them on the piano. Putting his head against Mu Qingyang's ear, he said, "Look, I'll teach you."

Mu Qingyang froze for a moment, turned his head to look at Wen Cheng, but did not meet Wen Cheng's gaze.

Wen Cheng looked at the keys, and his ten fingers naturally jumped on the keys. A soft melody poured out from under Wen Cheng's hands, and Mu Qingyang focused his attention on Wen Cheng's slender five fingers.

Mu Qingyang's understanding of the piano is limited to the common sense learned in high school, and "Two Tigers" was also learned at that time.He knew that there is a common mistake in piano playing called "folding fingers", that is, a certain joint of the finger bends towards the wrist. Although the sound played is the same, it can be distinguished from whether a person has folded fingers Find out whether this person has worked hard on the piano.

But Wencheng did not have a broken finger.

Mu Qingyang leaned into Wen Cheng's arms unconsciously.

A person who is willing to work hard to practice the basic skills of the piano does not touch the piano for a long time, what is the reason?

Mu Qingyang's mind wandered away unknowingly, and when he came back to his senses, Wen Cheng had finished playing, staring at him with burning eyes.

Mu Qingyang's heart skipped a beat, and he planned to get up, "Let's eat."

Wen Cheng held him down with both hands, and said in a low voice: "Wait a little longer, eat something else first."

……

Heaven.

What should I do if my boyfriend is a person who is in heat at every turn? Wait online.

The freshly prepared rice has to be reheated once without taking a bite, and there is no one.

After the two finished their work and took a shower, Mu Qingyang changed into Wencheng's clothes, a sweatshirt with a hood.Mu Qingyang was waiting on the table. When Wen Cheng brought back the hot dishes, he couldn't help but lifted Mu Qingyang's hat, and the hat was put on Mu Qingyang's head, covering his eyes, making him laugh. Wen Cheng smiled.

Mu Qingyang was speechless, took off his hat slowly, looked at Wen Cheng with deep eyes, and said calmly: "Childish."

For some reason, Wen Cheng laughed even more.

Before eating, Wen Cheng put the pudding in the refrigerator, and took it out after eating. He and Mu Qingyang held each other, and sat on the sofa to watch a movie.The two chose a thriller and suspense movie, "Fatal ID". The rhythm of the movie is well grasped, and there is no urine point throughout the whole process, but the bright living room will let Mu Qingyang play from time to time.

The pudding is well done, the ice is moderate, the taste is tender, sweet but not sweet but greasy.

When the protagonist was suffering because he realized that he was only a personality and not a person, Mu Qingyang finished his share of pudding, watched TV and said, "So he is a personality. The pudding is delicious."

Wen Cheng said: "He probably has a refreshing feeling that the three views collapse and build up in an instant. In fact, I can also make mousse, tiramisu, black forest and so on, but those take more time, and I will make them for you next time." .”

"Well," Mu Qingyang nodded, "I have an ominous premonition that the protagonist is probably going to die."

The protagonist and the pseudo-police died together. The film gave two close-ups of the two. The pseudo-police opened and closed his mouth in the dark. The protagonist said clearly, "I know." Only then did Mu Qingyang realize that the pseudo-police The policeman was talking, but the voices of both of them were muted, "Have you noticed?"

"Well," Wen Cheng knew what Mu Qingyang was referring to, "just now the fake police said 'Ididn'tdothis'."

Mu Qingyang almost forgot that Wencheng was a professional. He glanced at Wencheng, then looked back at the TV, leaned on the sofa and exhaled, "It seems like a tragedy."

Wencheng's cell phone rang unexpectedly, and the little boy showed a sinister smile while the movie was playing. The ringtone of Wencheng's cell phone startled both of them, and they couldn't laugh or cry when they realized it.Wen Cheng glanced at the display, a little dazed, and picked up the phone anyway, in front of Mu Qingyang.

"Hello?" Wen Cheng responded very casually.

Unknown what was said on the other end of the phone, Wen Cheng frowned slightly, "I won't go."

The voice on the other end was a bit louder, and Mu Qingyang could hear a few broken words: "Why...not...you just...really...just you...before..."

before.

Wencheng's past.

Wen Cheng lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, he showed a careless and lazy whole body, leaning on Mu Qingyang, but his tone was very cold, "If I say no, it means no, fat man, my personality you understand."

Because Wencheng was approaching, the voice on the phone also became clear, and the person inside said unwillingly, "Why!"

"It's boring." Wen Cheng said, and hung up the phone without saying a word.

After the movie was over, Mu Qingyang grabbed Wen Cheng's hair, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Wen Cheng's expression and tone were as usual, his head was resting on Mu Qingyang's legs, "High school reunion."

Mu Qingyang wanted to ask, but he also knew that there would be no result, so he didn't take it to heart. He slid his hand from Wen Cheng's hair to Wen Cheng's face, and traced the outline of Wen Cheng carefully. After staring at it for a long time, Wen Cheng took Mu Qingyang's moving hand, put it to his mouth and kissed it. Mu Qingyang didn't know what it was like, but it was even more sour.

"Go to sleep," Mu Qingyang glanced at the white clock on the wall, "It's 11:30."

"Okay." Although Wen Cheng agreed so much, he put his hand on Mu Qingyang's neck, pulled Mu Qingyang under the head, and asked for a very deep kiss.