The buffet He Porridge said was on the second floor of a five-star hotel, and it was exactly the same as the buffet in other hotels, nothing special. The only advantage is that there are fewer people, and there is no need to queue up to get anything.
When Jing Ji and Ying Jiao arrived, half of the table was set up by He Porridge and the others.
Seeing the two of them, He Porridge couldn't help complaining: "You guys are too slow, why do you have to put on makeup and sunscreen before going out?"
The waiter delivered two hot towels at the right time, and while wiping his hands slowly, Yingjiao said, "Traffic jam."
"In theory, it shouldn't be." He Porridge retorted subconsciously: "This time is not the rush hour for commuting."
Yingjiao put down the towel and snorted: "Theoretically, the national football team can win the World Cup."
He ignored He Porridge, stood up and pulled Jing Ci to the dining area: "Let's go, get some food."
Yingjiao took two plates from below, handed one to Jing Ci, and asked him, "Would you like salmon or king crab?"
Jing Ci put two lobsters on the plate and shook his head: "No."
Yingjiao smiled, didn't force him, just took his share. He had discovered earlier that Jing Ci was not very interested in seafood, he liked fish and shrimp a bit, and he basically didn't touch other things such as mussels and crabs.
The two picked and picked, took a few more plates of meat and fruit, and took the drinks before sitting down to eat.
At the dinner table, no one mentioned Father Jing's matter, Zheng Que stuffed a piece of chicken into his mouth, raised his head and said to Yingjiao: "Brother Jiao, are you going out to play this winter vacation?"
Probably because of the habit of running between China and Britain when I was a child, Yingjiao likes to travel very much, and often goes out to play during holidays.
"No." Yingjiao nimbly picked out the lobster meat from the shell with a fork, and put it in the Jingci bowl without raising his head: "No time."
Zheng Que didn't understand: "It's more than a month's vacation, what are you busy with?"
Yingjiao hooked his lips into a smile, and his tone was full of pride and showing off: "Dating and studying."
Zheng Que: "..."
He Porridge forked a piece of lamb chops and rolled his eyes at him while biting: "Eat well, can you stop talking?"
Yingjiao raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "I already have boyfriends, what's the matter with those two dirty words?"
He Porridge couldn't bear it anymore, and turned to Jing Ci: "Brother Ci, can you take care of him?"
Jing Ci's ears were a little red. He pushed Yingjiao's favorite salmon towards him, lowered his eyes and said, "Let's eat."
"Okay, eat." Yingjiao immediately suppressed his anger, picked up a piece of salmon, dipped it in some soy sauce, and put it in his mouth.
Other dishes in this buffet can only be said to be average, but the grilled lamb chops alone are a must. The lamb chops are French chops, with very little fat, but they are rare, fragrant and tender. Because it is freshly roasted, the meat is still very hot, and there is no smell of mutton.
Jing Ci liked it so much that he ate two pieces in a row.
Yingjiao calmly wrote down his preferences, watched him put the bones into the garbage tray, and reached out to fork the last lamb chop on the tray.
Coincidentally, He Porridge also made the same action at the same time.
He Porridge held down the mutton chop and tried his best to force it towards him: "Brother Jiao, don't brag, I'm one second faster than you, so this piece is mine."
"Oh." Yingjiao said indifferently: "Eating so much meat, do you have a sumo wrestling match at night?"
Taking advantage of He Porridge's stunned time, he managed to fork the lamb chops and put them on Jing Ci's plate: "Eat, leave him alone."
"Yingjiao! You bastard!" He Porridge stood up angrily, holding a fork and was about to come over to fight Yingjiao: "Who are you talking about going to the sumo competition?!"
He was big, so suddenly he didn't care about it, and knocked the plate next to herb grilled chicken to the side, and a piece of greasy chicken slapped, wiped Yingjiao's pants, and fell to the ground.
Yingjiao frowned suddenly.
He has no cleanliness fetish, but he just hates the feeling of food getting on his body.
"I'm going to the bathroom." He took the paper towel from Jing Ci and wiped it twice, but still felt uncomfortable, so he got up and walked out.
"No, brother Ci. With all his stinking problems, how can you stand him?" He Porridge still remembered the hatred of the lamb chops, and while Yingjiao was away, Ke Jiner gave him eye drops in front of Jing Ci.
He snapped his fingers and counted Jing Ci one by one: "No one else is allowed to wear his clothes, no one is allowed to touch his bed, I can't stand the greasy smell... It's just, I can't live with him anyway."
Jing Ji was startled: "Can't his clothes touch the bed?"
"Yes." Zheng Que grabbed the mutton skewers and held them in his hand. He ate and said, "Brother Ci, you don't know? Then he concealed it quite well in front of you."
"The year before last, I forgot whether it was autumn or winter." Zheng Que recalled: "We were playing on the playground, and a girl who had a crush on him secretly wore the school uniform he took off. He didn't say anything in front of him, and then threw the clothes away .”
Peng Chengcheng interjected: "He doesn't wear other people's clothes either."
He Porridge nodded sharply: "That's right, that's why we don't go to the bedroom when we go to his house to play."
Jing Ci lowered his eyes, and kept holding the fork, and did not move for a long time.
He used Yingjiao's bathroom, wore his clothes, and slept in his bed.
In the past, he always thought that this was a trivial matter that couldn't be more ordinary. Unexpectedly, these are the privileges that Yingjiao only gave him.
Jing Ci's chest felt hot.
It turns out that to Yingjiao, he is special. From before dating to now, it has always been.
In the following time, Yingjiao always felt that Jing Ci was looking at him wrongly, but he couldn't tell him exactly what was wrong. Just seeing him like this made him really want to kiss him.
Yingjiao thought for a long time before he could figure it out, and finally attributed the reason to the illusion that he ate too much oysters, which caused the yang energy in his body to condense and not dissipate.
After dinner, He Porridge and the others were going to Yingjiao's house in Cen Yuewan to play games. Yingjiao rejected their invitation and planned to go home with Jing Ci to do homework.
He wanted to take a taxi back the same way as when he came here, but Jing Ji didn't listen to him this time.
"We're not in a hurry, let's go back by subway." Jing Ci took out his phone and showed it to Yingjiao: "The subway entrance is on the other side of the ancient city, very close."
It costs less than ten yuan for two people to take the subway, but it costs more than thirty yuan to take a taxi.
"Okay." Yingjiao nodded: "I'll follow you."
The two entered the ancient city according to the guidance of the navigation.
It is said to be an ancient city, but it is actually a commercial street. It is past lunch time, and the office workers have all gone back to sleep. It is quiet and there are not many people there.
Jing Ji and Ying Jiao crossed the main road and were about to turn right when there was a burst of ridicule behind them: "Look, who is this? Where are you going?"
Mr. Yingsheng came up from behind with five or six people, and squinted at Yingjiao: "Why are you so obsessed today, your eyes are dirty when you go out."
Yingjiao took a step forward, put Jing Ci behind him, and sneered: "If it's dirty, dig it out."
He raised his eyebrows and looked at Ying Shengjun, and said lightly: "Oh, no, the blood on your body is dirty, you have to go to the crematorium for a walk."
"You!" Mr. Yingsheng was upset by Yingjiao's engagement, and he had been holding his breath all the time, but now he was ridiculed about his background again, and the anger suddenly came up.
He snorted coldly, and said viciously: "You are not dirty! So what, you can't even go home."
Yingjiao took the initiative to move out the winner, only Ying's father knew about it. Mr. Ying Sheng and Ye Lili both thought he was kicked out by Ying's father, and often made fun of it.
Yingjiao didn't care at all. He put one hand in his pocket and said lazily, "So you feel quite proud of living in a cesspit every day?"
Ying Shengjun suddenly had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and his face flushed red from choking.
"What the hell are you trying to say again?" A red-haired man pointed at Yingjiao and said viciously, "Idiot, today I will let you come out vertically and go back horizontally."
Mr. Yingsheng looked at Yingjiao maliciously, and followed Hongmao's words and took a step forward.
Of course he dare not face Yingjiao alone, but now there are six or seven of them. On the other hand, Yingjiao's side, there are only two people, one is still a little boy with a thin face, and he is useless at first glance.
When it comes to fighting, Yingjiao has never been afraid of anyone, he is just afraid that Jing Ci will be implicated.
"You find a shop to hide for a while." Yingjiao turned his head to look at Jing Ci, and said softly, "I'll find you when I'm done."
Seeing that he didn't move, Yingjiao said again: "Be obedient, I will be distracted when you are here."
Jing Ci raised his eyes and glanced at Ying Shengjun's group, nodded, and walked straight towards a restaurant without stopping.
Yingjiao watched him walk into the store, and then looked away.
Mr. Ying Sheng didn't care about Jing Ci at all, what he wanted to fix was Ying Jiao. He was still worried about how he met Yingjiao, who would have thought that he would meet here by such a coincidence, if he didn't beat him up and vent his anger, he would be sorry for God's preference!
A man in black came up, looked Yingjiao up and down, and asked Mr. Yingsheng: "Is he your damn cheap brother?"
Mr. Winning gave an "hmm".
Yingjiao's eyes slowly moved to him, and his eyes were instantly stained with hostility. He walked over without saying a word, raised his leg and kicked the black-clothed stomach.
Unprepared, he made a move suddenly, screamed, and fell heavily to the ground.
Seeing his friend being beaten, Ying Shengjun and his group rushed up cursing and besieging Yingjiao. At this moment, a large piece of viscous light yellow liquid fell from the sky, covering their faces and bodies.
Jing Ci held a large bucket of peanut oil in his hand, stood in front of Yingjiao expressionlessly, and poured it on them at a precise and tricky angle.
"Fuck you!" The oil on Mr. Yingsheng's chin kept dripping down, his eyelashes were all glued together, and he almost couldn't open his eyes. He wiped his face with his hand, poohed twice, goosebumps all over his body, gritted his teeth and turned to Jing Ci: "Are you courting death?"
He raised his hand and wanted to come over to say Jingci, but just as he took a step, his foot suddenly slipped and hit Hongmao heavily.
The ground is full of oil, which is already slippery, and the red-haired feet can't use it. Being hit by Mr. Yingsheng like this, he couldn't stabilize his body at all, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment with Mr. Yingsheng.
This time, the two of them looked like they had soaked in a pan of oil, their entire bodies were soaked in the oil.
Several other people were also angered by Jing Ci, and they walked towards him with red eyes and gritted teeth: "You don't want your fucking hands anymore, do you?"
Jing Ci stood on the spot with unchanged expression, put down the empty oil barrel, took out a lighter from his pocket, and said coldly, "Come here again, and I'll light it."
One of them laughed loudly: "Who are you scaring? I don't believe it..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Jing Ci suddenly lifted the lid of the lighter and fired it.
The pale yellow with a circle of blue flames dances strangely in the air, making people shudder.
Jing Ci took two steps forward holding the flame, his voice was flat without any ups and downs: "The big deal is that we die together."
The one who is in a daze is afraid of being stunned, and the one who is in a daze is afraid of dying.
Several people backed away in fright, and even Ying Shengjun and Hongmao who were lying on the ground got up with hands and feet together, scrambling to run back.
Damn it, they just wanted to fight, who would have thought that they would run into a lunatic!
Mr. Ying Sheng was right, his younger brother is crazy, and his friends are also crazy!
Almost in the blink of an eye, Ying Shengjun and his group disappeared into the ancient city, leaving only a string of oily footprints.
Only then did Jing Ci heave a sigh of relief and put down the lighter.
Yingjiao looked at him with complicated eyes: "You don't have to do this, I can deal with them."
He has been talented in fighting since he was a child, even more so after training in the military camp. He used to stand in front of others when he had conflicts with others, and his friends were used to it. Anyway, he's great.
This was the first time that someone protected him behind him first.
His Jing Ci obviously doesn't know how to fight, and obviously hates fighting, but when someone provokes him, he still rushes in front of him without hesitation.
"That won't work either." Jing Ci pursed his lower lip, and picked up the oil drum shortly: "It's one thing for you to beat them, but another thing for them to attack you in front of me."
For him, winning pride is also special. No one can beat him on the head, and no one can beat Jiao.
He couldn't just watch Yingjiao get hurt, not even a little scratch or mark.
Afraid that Yingjiao would think he was cruel, Jing Ci walked over and explained to him in a low voice: "Vegetable oil is not gasoline, it has a high ignition point. The flame is so small, and it's winter now, so nothing will happen."
He looked at Yingjiao with embarrassment, his cheeks were a little red: "I... I was just trying to scare them, but I didn't expect them to believe it. It seems that they didn't learn chemistry well."
Yingjiao took a deep breath, resisting the urge to kiss him hard, and pulled him into his arms.
It is said that falling in love is easy but staying together is difficult. Because the longer two people are together, the more shortcomings they expose to each other.
However, Jing Ci is like a small treasure, every time, he can dig out different treasures from it. So that every day, he loves him more than the day before.
Yingjiao was full of tenderness in his heart, Jing Ci suddenly reached out and pushed him: "Yingjiao."
"What's the matter, baby?"
Jing Ci whispered: "Let's borrow some tools to wipe off the oil on the ground?"
Yingjiao: "..."
"Otherwise it will be too much trouble for others."
Yingjiao gave a low laugh, yes, Jingci is like this.
Never jump in line when eating, if you want to drink hot water in winter, you have to wait for the girl to pick it up before going, and you must pay back the favors you owe to others...
How can he be so good.
Yingjiao bowed his head and kissed his hair lightly, and said softly: "Okay."
"Also... I was in a hurry when I got the oil, so I didn't give you money..."
"Okay, I'll pay."
"The lighter has to be returned."
"Well, let's pay it back."
"Next time... the next time that person comes looking for trouble again, you call me. After this time, he must be very afraid of me. "
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
The author has something to say: small theater, win pride: Jing Ci may have grown up eating aphrodisiac bibimbap...