Yan Chuyang straightened his expression, and said casually: "It's okay, this is the truth, even if you don't tell me, I have to face it."
Wei Yuan let out a sigh, then quickly raised his head to change the subject after sighing: "What do you want to eat? A Sichuan restaurant has recently opened on the second floor of our restaurant. I heard that the taste is very authentic. Do you want to try it?"
Yan Chuyang hummed: "Okay."
Perhaps because the window was newly opened, not many students came to eat, so the two of them chose seats and ordered dishes without much effort.
Wei Yuan ordered his favorite fried pork and potted tenderloin, and Yan Chuyang ordered his favorite shredded pork with Beijing sauce, tomato beef brisket soup and a winter melon pork rib soup.
Two young men, a table full of meat dishes.
"How is it? Is it okay to eat?" Wei Yuan raised his head and asked vaguely while gnawing on the tenderloin in his hand.
"It's okay." Yan Chuyang frowned while lowering his head slowly to drink the soup from a small spoon, "But too much salt, too heavy oil, very greasy, not as delicious as Wei Qing's."
Yan Chuyang has a bad stomach, so when cooking at home, Wei Qing has always adhered to the standard of less oil and less salt, focusing on freshness.
He ate a healthy meal at home for two or three months, and suddenly came to school to eat it. As Wei Qing said, he was a little uncomfortable.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Wei Yuan choked suddenly, rubbed his chest and coughed violently twice, blushed and looked roughly at the man in front of him, "I...my brother, cook for you?"
Yan Chuyang nodded: "He seems to like cooking very much. Sometimes I am very busy and have a lot of homework, or when I have to paint, he also washes the dishes."
"I'll go!" Wei Yuan slapped his chopsticks on the table, and said in surprise, "Aren't there many servants in my brother's house? There seems to be a nanny who has worked in my brother's house for more than ten years. It's that Aunt Wang, she doesn't work?"
Yan Chuyang was stunned, scratched his ears and said, "I haven't seen Aunt Wang for a long time."
"Huh? Resigned?"
"No." Yan Chuyang shook his head, "It's just that Aunt Wang's working hours are staggered from ours. When I come to school or Wei Qing goes to work, Aunt Wang will go to the villa to clean up when there is no one at home."
What Yan Chuyang didn't know was that this was Wei Qing's special order.
He always wants to kiss Yan Chuyang from time to time at home, but there are many servants in the house, and most of them think the two of them are cousins, so there are too many people, if others see the two of them kissing together, I don’t know what gossip will happen spread out.
Therefore, not only Aunt Wang's working hours have been adjusted, but also the working hours of many servants in the family have been adjusted. They all go to class in Yan Chuyang and work when they are not at home.
"That Aunt Wang only cleans, not cooks?"
Yan Chuyang pursed her lips, and recalled carefully: "It seems that when I first married Wei Qing, Aunt Wang cooked the meals, but later, she was only in charge of lunch, and then she didn't cook anymore, as long as I was at home , Wei Qing has always cooked for me."
Wei Yuan's forehead twitched: "Then what if my brother is busy with work and not at home? Wouldn't there be no one to cook for you?"
"No." The boy shook his head and said, "If he can't go home to cook someday, he will tell me." Yan Chuyang pulled the rice with a lack of interest, pursed his lips and continued, "He will let The assistant came to the school to bring me meals, or else they would make them in advance and put them in the microwave for me to warm up."
Wei Yuan swallowed, fell back on the chair with a bang, stared blankly at the boy and said, "My brother... treats you very well."
Yan Chuyang raised his head in confusion and blinked his eyes: "Is this what's good for me?"
"That's not good!" Wei Yuan hammered down the table, "You know? One time I wanted to eat at your house, but my brother threw me out, and didn't even let me go to the table!"
"It's okay." Yan Chuyang's forehead twitched, "He's in charge of cooking, and I'm in charge of washing the dishes. The two of us benefit from each other, and it's hard to say who is better than the other."
Wei Yuan's expression turned grim, and he smacked his tongue and said, "You two are living a good life these days, let him do the cooking and you wash the dishes, and next time he fetches water and you water the garden?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Yan Chuyang's ears turned red, and he lowered his head and said, "We haven't reached that level yet, besides, I'm not willing to let Wei Qing carry water, he's so tired, and he hasn't done it before. Such rough work."
"Got it!" Wei Yuan interrupted, twitching his forehead, "Don't show your affection in front of me, I've been frustrated in love recently, and I'm very sensitive to such sweet and greasy words."
"Frustrated in love?" Yan Chuyang looked up at the person opposite, frowned, "Did you have a problem with Guo Xiaoting?"
"It's not just a problem." Wei Yuansheng rubbed the tip of his brows helplessly, "I was completely played with."
"What's going on?" Yan Chuyang approached him anxiously, and when he glanced at the red marks on Wei Yuan's neck, he whispered in surprise, "You were forced to bow by Guo Xiaoting, right?"
The blood on Wei Yuan's face faded away, and he murmured absentmindedly: "It's okay to be bowed down by her overlord, at least I have preserved my chastity as a man."
The corners of Yan Chuyang's mouth twitched slightly: "Chastity? So, your virginity as a man was... taken away?"
Wei Yuan raised his hands to cover his face in a collapsed state, and said sullenly, "Chuyang, if you are still my friend, then stop asking questions, okay?"
"Okay, okay." Yan Chuyang patted the other person's shoulder sympathetically, with a heavy voice, "You must be strong."
Wei Yuan lowered his hands, sighed, picked up another piece of tenderloin, and chewed with gnash teeth: "Eat, don't let this little incident of mine affect your mood."
Yan Chuyang hummed, sat down on the seat again, and lowered his head to eat without interest.
Although he was very worried about Wei Yuan's affairs, but the other party said that he didn't want him to ask, so he should respect his privacy.
The two looked at each other silently.
After taking a few mouthfuls of Yan Chuyang hastily, Chuyang felt a little hard to swallow. There was no way, the standard of these dishes was not even a bit worse than that of Wei Qing.
The rice is too hard, the meat is undercooked, the soup is not fresh enough, the ribs are not tender enough..Ah! ! In short, it's terrible.