Fu Haoyin didn't come over until after lunch. She called He Zhi early in the morning and asked Ji Mao to prepare the toast according to the toast recipe she said yesterday.
When she came in, Ji Mao was looking at the recipe and kneading the dough, and He Zhi was standing beside him and giving instructions.
Ji Mao poked a hole in the white and fat dough with his hand, Fu Haoyin walked very lightly, neither of them noticed that she entered the kitchen. Just as she was about to say hello, she saw He Zhi grab Ji Mao's finger and criticize him for not being hygienic.
"It's unhygienic if you touch me, I'm sterile." Ji Mao said and pulled his hand out.
Ji Mao didn't understand why He Zhi not only didn't reflect on the fact that his actions were too easy to be misunderstood, but instead made things worse. He Zhi has a lot of problems, and he was told not to do anything, but to do something.
He Zhi also looked at him and said, "This counts as touching you, why are you pretending to be stupid."
Fu Haoyin couldn't see the expressions of Ji Mao and He Zhi, she felt that she was blushing anyway. She stood behind and coughed before her son noticed her.
"Mom." He Zhi turned around and greeted her casually.
It was still Ji Mao who was polite and said hello to her obediently: "Auntie."
"What are you doing here?" He Zhi asked bluntly.
Fu Haoyin glared at him: "I'll come and see Mao Mao, and make toast by the way."
"Your hands are so precious, they are not suitable for such rough work." He Zhi contradicted his mother.
Fu Haoyin ignored him, and went to Ji Mao's side to discuss with Ji Mao how to knead dough.
Fu Haoyin is the one who knows He Zhi's physical contact disorder the most.
He Zhi had never been close to anyone since she was a child, and she was unwilling to kiss her mother no matter how she cheated. She was also sad for a while, but when she found out that He Zhi was sick, she stopped being sad. Later, He Zhi and his family confessed their sexuality, and He Yongchen only asked his assistant to book an artificial mother's birth place. Fu Haoyin's worry was that his son had never been in a relationship in his twenties, and he might not be able to find a partner he liked throughout his life.
Now someone can finally live in the same house as He Zhi, how could Fu Haoyin be unhappy.
Yesterday, Fu Haoyin went to the retro styling room where Ji Mao worked.
She herself is an opponent of genetic engineering. After chatting with Ji Mao, she found that the retro styling shop where Ji Mao worked was not as sick as the rumors in the market. She happened to know that Ji Mao was off the next day, so she immediately made an appointment for Ji Mao. I want to see the life of my son and Ji Mao.
"Maomao, why did He Zhi let you move here?" Fu Haoyin came over with plastic wrap, and asked Ji Mao while covering the dough.
Ji Mao took a look at He Zhi, and said without changing his expression: "The water pipe in my house blew up. He Zhi knew about it, so he took the initiative to take me in. I will go back when the water pipe is repaired."
He Zhi took a look at Ji Mao, and was overwhelmed by his ability to talk nonsense. This is clearly the plot in "You in the Star Sea".
"Hey, so," Fu Haoyin said in surprise, "It's similar to the plot of a TV series I'm following recently, called "You in the Star Sea"."
"Really?" Ji Mao smiled and said, "I don't watch TV dramas, but He Zhi seems to watch them sometimes."
"It seems that drama really comes from life." Fu Haoyin said thoughtfully.
He Zhi was almost pissed off by Ji Mao, so he couldn't get mad in front of his mother, so he stood behind Fu Haoyin, pointed at Ji Mao's head, and motioned him to speak carefully.
Ji Mao tilted his head slightly, looking natural and harmless.
It took a while for the dough to ferment, so Fu Haoyin went to the living room and opened the wall curtain to watch dramas on demand.
Ji Mao had just watched the episode she chose in the morning, and when he heard the prelude to the opening song, He Zhi's eyes turned black. He thought that the torture in the morning was the limit, but he didn't expect that there would be a replay at noon, let alone accompany Ji Mao It's okay to watch, his mother doesn't want to accompany her anymore.
Ji Mao crossed his arms, leaning against the wall, and peeked at the TV in the living room from a distance, but was caught by He Zhi on the spot, and He Zhi stopped in front of Ji Mao, preventing Ji Mao from peeking...
"Let's be clear first, who the hell 'watches TV dramas sometimes'?" He Zhi grabbed Ji Mao's arm and began to settle accounts.
Ji Mao pushed He Zhi with his free hand, took a step back, and said confidently, "Isn't it you who accompanied me to watch this morning?"
"You also know that I'm accompanying you?" He Zhi asked in a low voice, "It's not that you're watching me to watch this kind of stuff?"
"You don't have to accompany me," Ji Mao still stared at the distance, "You want to see it even by yourself."
He Zhi let go of Ji Mao's hand, poured ice water for himself, and calmed down.
"You in the Star Sea" was halfway through, and the dough was fermented. Fu Haoyin paused the TV series and came over to greet Ji Mao: "Come here."
Ji Mao hurriedly walked over, learning from Fu Haoyin to shape the bread dough.
He Zhi also came over and asked his mother if there was anything she could do to help.
"Nothing to be courteous is either adultery or stealing. Have you come to help me make bread once in more than 20 years?" Fu Haoyin pushed him away in disgust.
"Then do you want it?" He Zhi said, "No need to help me and Ji Mao go out first."
"What are you always doing with Maomao?" Fu Haoyin put the mold into the oven, then turned to ask He Zhi.
"Of course I have something to do with him." He Zhi pulled Ji Mao expressionlessly, as if to go out.
Fu Haoyin rolled his eyes at He Zhi, and said: "Didn't you see Mao Mao, do you really want to see me make bread?"
"I really didn't see it," He Zhi asked Ji Mao, "Do you want to see it?"
Ji Mao looked at the oven and said, "Think about it."
Ji Mao doesn't see this kind of manual work very often, and he likes to watch it very much.
Most of the time in the game, Ji Mao ate the unpalatable mass-produced food in the junior chef machine next to the modeling room. The blocks of the upper, middle and lower classes are far apart, with clear boundaries, and some upper-class blocks even have to swipe their ID cards to be allowed to enter.
Even if there is a handmade shop, Ji Mao has never been there.
When the players chased him, they took him to eat a few good meals, but Ji Mao never cooked it himself. There was no kitchen machine in the capsule apartment. When he was alone, Ji Mao could only eat the nutritional supplements distributed by the government.
Cooking is something that good people with leisure and money have the opportunity to do.
He Zhi was stunned, and said to his mother as if nothing had happened: "Oh, then I really want to see it."
He Zhi's kitchen is not small, but he has big shelves and takes up a lot of space. As soon as he entered the kitchen, Fu Haoyin felt that the space was cramped, so she set the oven time and asked He Zhi, "Can you go out? It's just right that Mao Mao and I are here."
He Zhi didn't say a word, but stood next to Ji Mao, with his arm still sticking to him, obviously unwilling to go out.
"He Zhi, are you cured?" Fu Haoyin asked He Zhi.
"What disease?" Ji Mao turned his head and asked He Zhi.
"Physical contact impairment." Fu Haoyin explained for He Zhi, "Did he tell you?"
"Mom," He Zhi interrupted her, and discussed with her, "Let's stop talking, shall we?"
Ji Mao suddenly let out a thoughtful "Oh".
As a patient, He Zhi is very sensitive in his heart. He couldn't bear to hear Ji Mao's "oh", so he turned his head and asked Ji Mao, "What are you?"
Ji Mao smiled at him, and said, "No, what, I'll do whatever I want."
"Are you acting casually?" He Zhi gritted his teeth.
Ji Mao pursed his lips and shook his head, with an indescribably mysterious smile on his face.
He Zhi knew that Ji Mao must be thinking about the inflatable doll, he pulled Ji Mao aside, squeezed behind the refrigerator, took a look at Fu Haoyin who was fiddling with the communicator, and confirmed that he had completely covered Ji Mao, Only then asked him with a suppressed voice: "What are you thinking?"
"It's nothing, I'm just thinking..." Ji Mao dragged his voice and said, "Your company's second laboratory—"
Before Ji Mao finished speaking, he was blocked by He Zhi.
In order to imitate, Ji Mao's voice was installed inside the mouth, and now his lips and tongue are being licked by He Zhi, but he can't make a sound. Ji Mao was stunned, and the whole processor in his chest seemed to be hot It's like burning it.
He Zhi's hand was on Ji Mao's neck, and his fingers were stroking the temperature detector on the back of Ji Mao's neck. Ji Mao looked at He Zhi who was right in front of him in a daze, and before he had time to react, He Zhi moved away. Litting his lips, he asked Ji Mao: "Can you stop talking?"
Seeing Ji Mao stunned, he added another sentence: "Mao Mao."
"He Zhi, don't bully Maomao," Fu Haoyin walked over to look, "Why are you blocking Maomao in the corner?"
He Zhi let go of Ji Mao, and said to his mother easily, "It's nothing, just tell him something."
Fu Haoyin looked at him suspiciously, but didn't make any more trouble.
Fu Haoyin left before the toast came out, and she was going to attend a charity dinner.
The main purpose of coming here this time is to see how He Zhi and Ji Mao get along. It seems that He Zhi and Ji Mao are very in love with each other, so she feels relieved.
He Zhi sent his mother away, heaved a sigh of relief, and turned around to settle the score with Ji Mao, who knew that Ji Mao was not even in sight.
When Ji Mao saw that he closed the door, he ran to the kitchen to keep the toast.
He Zhi also walked into the kitchen, seeing Ji Mao unskillfully trying to get the grinding tool out, he yelled "Mao Mao", Ji Mao almost smashed the grinding tool on his foot, and seeing He Zhi was terrified.
"Can you be more careful?" He Zhi took the things in Ji Mao's hands and put them on the heat insulation pad, "You can't eat, why are you rushing?"
Ji Mao stood beside him and watched him take off the mold skillfully, and said, "Then don't make any noise suddenly."
"Am I suddenly?" He Zhi glanced at him, "Aren't you positioning my chip all the time?"
"I haven't," Ji Mao denied He Zhi's unrealistic conjecture, "Why should I position you?"
"I want to see if I have gone out to mess around," He Zhi cut the toast with a knife, "Don't worry, no."
Ji Maoguang watched He Zhi talking to himself, unable to get in his mouth at all.
"You know it all," Ji Mao waited for He Zhi to stop performing before he spoke. He touched the soft toast with his hand and praised Fu's good voice, "It's really well done."
"Didn't you rub it well with your sterile hands?" He Zhi joked, "What should I do, I didn't ask the chef to come over tonight."
Ji Mao took a step back and said cautiously: "I don't know how to cook."
"I didn't ask you to do it either." He Zhi took a piece of toast, took a bite, and said, "I'll eat some nutrients."
"Yeah." Ji Mao blinked, and wanted to go back to the living room, but He Zhi stopped him.
"Is there anything else?" Ji Mao lowered his eyes and dared not look at him.
He Zhi raised his wrist to look at the time, and said, "There are still fifteen hours before your vacation ends, and you plan to watch that TV show and sleep?"
"Then I have nothing else to do." Ji Mao defended himself for not seeking to make progress.
He Zhi looked at him for a while, but Ji Mao didn't look up at him, so he let Ji Mao go anyway.
When Ji Mao arrived in the living room, he saw the inflatable doll design book on the side, and then looked at a model machine that He Zhi put on the wall.
He went over to look at the model machine, and found that the configuration was much higher than his, so he had a whim and wanted to change the hardware for himself. The location of the power system in the brain was not easy to operate. If he changed the hardware and asked He Zhi to help, it would still be can succeed.
Even if it's something else, He Zhi won't talk about him anymore.
When He Zhi returned to the living room, his heart almost stopped beating in fright. With his upper body naked, Ji Mao lowered his head and took a sharp knife to gesture at his chest. He Zhi's face turned blue, and he yelled Ji Mao's name. The tip of the knife went in.
"What are you doing?" He Zhi strode over, grabbed Ji Mao's wrist, snatched the knife from his hand, and threw it on the ground.
"I want to change the hardware." Ji Mao looked at He Zhi and took a step back, "It's not that you asked me to do something else."
"Didn't I let the laboratory do your new body?" He Zhi asked him, "What are you messing with?"
"Oh," Ji Mao asked He Zhi to let go of his hand, put on the T-shirt again, and said, "Then can I give my opinion?"
"Bring it up," He Zhi convinced him, "Bring it up quickly, don't do it yourself."
Ji Mao took He Zhi's communicator and wrote a few notes.
Ji Mao wrote the information in a very special way. He just looked at the communicator, and the communicator opened the document and listed the items. After he finished writing, He Zhi looked at it and sent it to the person in charge of the second laboratory, asking Ji Mao : "Satisfied?"
Ji Mao nodded to He Zhi, and then discussed with him: "Do you remember what I said last night?"
"The part where you said you liked me?" He Zhi nodded, "I remember."
Ji Mao looked at He Zhi expressionlessly.
He Zhi ignored Ji Mao's condemning gaze, pinched his face, and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Ji Mao thinks He Zhi is boring like this, like the kind of elementary school boy who knows that others like him and deliberately provokes him, childish and boring.
He decided to take an attitude of nonviolent disobedience against this very young behavior.
"By the way," Ji Mao thought of something, so he lowered his head and showed He Zhi the manual, "Did you remove a page?"
He Zhi looked at the page about the operation method, nodded and said, "It's not suitable for children."
"There is no silver here," Ji Mao said, "It's not that I don't know."
He glanced at He Zhi, and asked him again: "You really haven't done anything with humans?"
"I've never done anything with animals." He Zhi said calmly.
"I mean..." Ji Mao paused, "People outside the game."
He Zhi frowned, and said, "Who did I have sex with in the game?"
Ji Mao opened his mouth, his voice was barely audible, but He Zhi still heard it, and Ji Mao said, "Me."
He Zhi was like a thunderbolt at the moment, he couldn't remember anything for a while, and after a while, he asked Ji Mao with a livid face: "Who did this to you?"
Ji Mao was stunned for a moment, thinking that He Zhi felt ashamed and didn't want to admit it, so he didn't know what it was like in his heart, and just casually agreed with He Zhi: "That's not it."
"Ji Mao," He Zhi held Ji Mao's arm and stared at him, "Who did this to you?"
Ji Mao was about to be pulled onto He Zhi, and he also felt very troubled, so he asked He Zhi, "Isn't it you?"
"I haven't done it with you." He Zhi insisted, "My game experience time is only two days, how can I have time to sleep with you?"
Ji Mao was also stunned, he was indeed in bed with He Zhi.
"..." The two were silent for a long time, and Ji Mao said, "Then I don't know."
"How did you do it?" He Zhi asked him.
Ji Mao looked at He Zhi for a while, and then said: "I don't want yours, it's just ordinary sex, just your face, your appearance... Maybe it's some procedure Shen Shun made for me..."
"What is normal sex?" He Zhi looked like he was going crazy, "Is it me with my face?"
"What's so exciting about you?" Ji Mao felt a little impatient, "If it's not you, it's not you. I haven't said anything yet."
He Zhi's expression seemed to be eating Ji Mao, staring at him with an extremely ugly expression.
Ji Mao calmed down a bit, and asked He Zhi: "What do you care about? At most, I'm just... taking advantage of you."
Seeing that He Zhi still didn't speak, Ji Mao thought for a while contradictoryly, and said to He Zhi: "Actually, this body can have sex."
"Your body was originally used to vent your desires." He Zhi looked at him as if he was looking at an idiot.
Ji Mao knew that He Zhi's understanding was wrong, so he said softly, "No, it's just..."
"Tell me the details," He Zhi interrupted Ji Mao, and said, "I'll help you analyze the details of your sex."
Ji Mao was unwilling: "Are you sick? What are you talking about?"
"Will you say it?" He Zhi's face looked terrified, and Ji Mao flinched.
He Zhi grabbed his shoulder, not allowing him to escape, and said word by word: "Ji Mao, tell me."
Looking at He Zhi's expression, Ji Mao said after a while, "I can't tell."
Before He Zhi could respond, Ji Mao asked again: "I'll show you, can I?"
He Zhi was stunned, Ji Mao approached him familiarly, and kissed He Zhi's lips.
He obviously wouldn't feel anything, but when he was very close to He Zhi and the tip of his nose touched the tip of his nose, it seemed to be more sour than kissing He Zhi, which made him unbearable.
He Zhi didn't refuse him, but pressed his back instead, not letting him move away.
"He Zhi, you may not understand the picture," Ji Mao put his hand on He Zhi's shoulder, and confessed to him, "I... have a sensor in the back."