The horse farm didn't let go when he hugged it, and held it until Daisuke couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to separate the two, dissatisfied: "Hold so hard, Mao should be out of breath!"
Mao? Hearing this name, the horse farm stopped the tears that were not there before, and looked up at Kyousuke strangely.
Mao... The horse farm remembers, this name is what Jingsuke's parents called him when he was alive...
Watching Jingsuke obediently take the medicine that Daisuke handed over, the horse farm suddenly felt... The relationship between these two people doesn't seem to be easy.
"88 sauce, didn't you go on a business trip?" Kyousuke asked the racecourse, handing back the water cup that delivered the medicine to Daisuke.
"Ah? Oh, yes..." Racecourse responded, "Why are you sick? Are you still feeling sick?"
"It's just heatstroke." Kyousuke smiled.
Daisuke watched the two chatting and reminiscing about the past, and wisely retreated to the kitchen to prepare something to eat for Kyosuke. This racecourse seems to have a good relationship with Jingsuke, and the little guy can be happier with friends.
Seeing Daisuke retreating into the kitchen, not knowing what he was doing, Baba glanced in the direction of the kitchen and asked Jingsuke in a low voice, "Kingsuke, how did you meet President Watanabe?"
"Huh? So that guy is a president." Kyosuke nodded suddenly. "No wonder the temper is so eccentric and arrogant."
"Uh... You don't even know this?" The black line of the racecourse, "It's the company I work for, the building around the corner."
"Well, I know now." Kyosuke nodded.
"It's a big consortium. President Watanabe is the eldest son of the old president. The old president wanted to spend his old age in peace, so he gave all his career to his son."
"Oh." Kyousuke nodded.
"Uh..." The corner of the horse farm's mouth twitched, "Kingsuke, is this your reaction?"
"Yeah." Kyousuke nodded as a matter of course.
"Aren't you... not curious about him at all?"
"Why are you curious?" Jingsuke tilted his head, "We don't matter anyway, we're not friends, it's useless to know so much."
"Not a friend?" Racecourse was surprised, "Then what is he doing at your house?"
Jingsuke shrugged: "I pushed him down the stairs, and he said he wanted to recuperate at my house." But now it seems... this guy has a long-term plan.
"Can you push him down the stairs?!" The ranch's mouth was wide enough to fit a light bulb.
"What's wrong?" Jingsuke asked strangely, what's wrong with pushing it down
"As far as I know, the president is a master of Sanda, and he can fight more than a dozen people without blinking." He looked at Jingsuke up and down, "You are so small, can you push him down the stairs? I don't believe it... "
"Then I'll beat you to death~" After saying that, Jingsuke smiled mischievously and raised his hand to make a beating gesture.
"Don't! I'm wrong~" The horse farm accompanied him to laugh with him, looking like he was honestly admitting his mistake.
The two people outside were chatting lively, and Daisuke in the kitchen felt awkward.
This racecourse looks very good to Jingsuke... Really, I have been with the little guy day and night for the past two weeks, even sleeping on the same bed, and I have never seen the little guy give me a smile!
It's really uncomfortable to be treated so differently!
But as soon as this thought came out, Daisuke was shaken. Are you... jealous
I want to come to Daisuke Watanabe since he was a child, what did he want? Today... Why are you jealous of this little guy? !
This is so unscientific!
Thinking of this, Daisuke wanted to bang his head against the wall.
What is this called!
Just as Daisuke was immersed in his own thoughts for a while, the porridge boiled in the pot came out with a puff.
Turning off the fire in a hurry, Daisuke looked at the porridge in the pot. Hmm... For nothing, it should be cooked, right
Speaking of which, this was Daisuke's first time cooking. Usually at Watanabe's house, Daisuke is the young master; in the company, Daisuke is the boss, and there is no need for him to cook by himself.
But I don't know why, the first time I came to Jingsuke's house, the dinner was much better than the chef who hired a lot of money.
How to describe it... It seems that it tastes like a real "home".
Daisuke's heart was warmed by the dishes made by that little guy.
After finishing the porridge, Daisuke came out with the bowl and saw that Jingsuke had already sat up and laughed with the racecourse. The two of them didn't know what to say, and the little guy burst into tears.
"Mao, let's have something to eat." Daisuke pushed the horse farm without a trace, sitting very close to Jingsuke on purpose, "Let me feed you."
"No, no!" Jingsuke, who was smiling happily, waved his hand quickly, sat up straight and exhaled a long breath, with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth. "I'll just eat it myself." The heart said that it would feed me... Let the horse farm see what's going on!
Taking the porridge bowl, Jingsuke picked up the spoon and scooped it into his mouth, his expression froze instantly.
Noticing Jingsuke's expression, Daisuke asked strangely, "What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?" My heart said it was just plain porridge, and it didn't taste much.
Kyousuke swallowed the porridge in his mouth with a bitter look and looked at Daisuke.
Daisuke frowned and asked, "Is there something wrong?"
"This porridge... have you tasted it yourself?"
"No, what's wrong?"
Jingsuke Black Line, so you dare to give it to me without tasting it yourself!
Seeing that Jingsuke's little face was wrinkled into a ball, Daisuke took the bowl in Jingsuke's hand, scooped it out and tasted it, and suddenly... his expression froze.
The horse farm watched the interaction between the two people, and it was interesting, and I was very curious... What does the porridge made by this CEO taste like
But watching the scenes of Kyosuke and Daisuke getting stiff after drinking, Baba made a wise decision: stay away from that bowl of porridge...
"Kyosuke, what's wrong with this porridge?" Racecourse asked curiously.
"Well... it's actually okay, but the cooking time is too short, and the rice is not fully cooked." Kyousuke replied, and took a sip from the cup on the table.
Daisuke quietly watched Jingsuke pick up the cup, drink water, and put it back, and then he said, "I used that cup in the morning."
Jingsuke was stunned for a moment, then his face turned red, why did he think... This scene is a bit familiar...
Be sure to buy a different style of mug tomorrow! Kyousuke secretly decided.
A little embarrassed, he poured out the bowl of porridge. Daisuke thought about it, and asked Jingsuke humbly: "Mao, how to cook porridge?"
Jingsuke was stunned again, looking at Daisuke as if he had seen an alien creature, and slowly raised his finger to point at him.
"Such a big person... Hahahaha, actually...haha, can't even cook porridge! Hahahahaha..."
Affected by Jingsuke's laughter, Racecourse also wanted to laugh along, but... Seeing the increasingly blue face of the boss, Racecourse wisely threw a sentence, "Kingsuke, rest well, I'll see you after get off work tomorrow!" .
Kyosuke managed to hold back his laughter and sat down reluctantly. Daisuke's face had reached an unprecedented level of blackness. Seeing that Kyousuke finally stopped laughing, Daisuke asked coldly, "Have you finished laughing?"
It's okay not to ask, but when he asked Kyousuke, he laughed again with a "poof", completely ignoring Daisuke, who was already on the verge of anger.
I will endure, I will endure, I will endure... Daisuke thought to himself, for the sake of you still being ill, it is not enough for me to implement the spirit that a hundred forbearance can become gold!
Jingsuke kept laughing until his tears flowed and his stomach hurt, and he kept pounding the pillow on the bed. He laughed for five minutes before he stopped completely.
"Sorry sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you, I just laugh at you that you can't even cook porridge..."
These words made Daisuke's face even darker, and he wanted to use force against Jingsuke, but he felt reluctant to look at his thin and small body.
Alas... What kind of life do you have!
In the end, Daisuke went out to pack some food to bring home for dinner. After the two of them had eaten, they were leaning on the bed and watching TV. Daisuke suddenly remembered the ice cream in the refrigerator.
"Mao, I bought you ice cream." Said, Daisuke opened the refrigerator, took out the ice cream and handed it to Kyosuke.
"Ah? Oh, thank you." Jingsuke thanked blankly, reaching out to take it, the cool touch made people very comfortable.
Ice cream... I haven't eaten it in a long time...
No one has ever bought ice cream for Kyosuke since his parents died.
Noticing the look of the little guy in a daze, Daisuke asked, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
"Ah? No..." He took out a spoon and took a bite, um... It tasted really good.
"Next time, buy me a strawberry flavored one," Jingsuke leaned against the head of the bed, leisurely, "I prefer strawberries."
Daisuke raised his eyebrows, this child is really not seen outside...
"By the way," Jingsuke suddenly remembered something while eating, "Did you fall down the stairs on purpose when you came to my house that day?"
Um? It's only been a few days, the little guy has become smart? (Mao would have been smart too! = =)
Nodding honestly, Daisuke confessed, "I just wanted to find an excuse to get in touch with you more."
Kyousuke tilted his head: "Why?"
Daisuke raised his eyebrows: "It seems that it's because I like you a little bit."