Drunken shrimp... Typhoon shelter shrimp... Typhoon shelter shrimp with salted egg yolk flavor...
A few words quickly slipped through Li Yu's mind, causing him to let out a low cry involuntarily.
Although it was just a few scattered messages, the indescribably warm and homely atmosphere rushed to Li Yu's face through the darkened screen.
"Wow—you've changed your taste for sex lately?"
Li Yu whistled frivolously.
This is indeed much better than those crazy bees, waves and butterflies with strange shapes and different thoughts.
"No wonder you've been made so slick recently... You can really stay with this one for a while longer."
Li Yu laughed teasingly, and raised his hand to pat Huo Zheng on the shoulder, but his friend shrewdly dodged it.
Not only that, before Li Yu could ask more questions about Huo Zheng's new bed partner, Huo Zheng quickly changed the topic back to work. And not long after talking about work, Li Yu was kicked out of the office by Huo Zheng while feeling dizzy.
"Wow, do you want to be like this, Mr. Huo, how can you be as sensitive as a primary school student in a relationship..."
Li Yu stood at the door of Huo Zheng's office, staring at the cold office door speechlessly and muttering.
However, thinking of Huo Zheng's performance just now, Li Yu couldn't help raising his eyebrows.
I always feel that Huo Zheng's attitude towards his bed partner this time is a bit too serious.
Is it an illusion
…
What Li Yu didn't know was that after he left, Huo Zheng quickly turned on the phone again, then stared at the few messages He Yunzhou sent him, and continued to stare blankly with a tangled face.
Huo Zheng actually felt that the recent period of time, his getting along with He Yunzhou was a bit beyond his original expectations.
Swiping up the WeChat messages about what to have for dinner, He Yunzhou's messages were neatly arranged on the screen during this time.
WeChat three days ago was—
[If you don't mind, let's eat casserole baked salmon head tonight. Come down for a meal if you have time.]
Going forward, the news of He Yunzhou is basically like this:
[Today, the owner of the vegetable shop bought a batch of local loofahs. Although they are grown in a greenhouse, they are also very sweet. Tonight I will make loofah noodles with garlic and white meat. Do you want to have a meal?]
…
[The sausages I have been drying on the roof are ready, I wonder if you like glutinous rice oil rice made with sausages and bamboo shoots? I]
[I saw that your complexion was not very good that day, so I made some pork bone soup with Hericium erinaceus and Angelica Codonopsis. If you have time, you can come down and have a bowl of soup...]
…
Huo Zheng narrowed his eyes, and studied He Yunzhou's news over and over again. He would never mistake He Yunzhou's tenderness like water, no one can be so caring and considerate to another stranger without reason.
By the way, the bottle of Italian Barolo that was not consumed in the first dinner was quickly consumed in He Yunzhou and Huo Zheng's second dinner.
For that dinner, He Yunzhou cooked Huo Zheng a roasted pig's foot.
To be honest, Huo Zheng would never eat a bite of this kind of meat. However, the pork knuckle made by He Yunzhou is really delicious. It is specially ordered local pig's feet with thick sebum and less fat from the countryside. After being pricked thoroughly with a needle, it is soaked in brine for two or three days, then fished out, brushed with lemon juice and honey sauce and roasted slowly.
The pig's knuckle tasted delicious, fragrant, crispy, soft, waxy, and drooping... an unimaginable taste lingered on the tip of Huo Zheng's tongue, complementing that expensive bottle of Barolo, like a song flowing in his mouth Serenade.
In the later dinner, Huo Zheng chose a bottle of Jacques Selosse's grower's champagne. He didn't tell He Yunzhou the price and source of the bottle of wine, but when he saw He Yunzhou sipping the wine and whimpering softly, he felt a little drunk in his heart.
And that bottle of wine was paired by He Yunzhou with small yellow croaker smoked with black tea and crystal pork skin jelly, and the side dish was thick-cut Pleurotus eryngii fried in olive oil.
In the eyes of knowledgeable people, this combination is a bit nondescript, but Huo Zheng is sure that whether it is dinner or champagne at that night, it is delicious enough to make people fascinated.
Thin-skinned alpine potatoes that are very common in the market, each one is only the size of an egg, steamed until softened, put into an iron pan and lard, stir-fried until fragrant, then sprinkled with diced onions and ham, stir-fried, served with the farm’s home-brewed sweet rice wine It turned out to be pretty good...
…
However, He Yunzhou invited Huo Zheng to have dinner so many times—in the end, it was just dinner.
Huo Zheng had already released his own signal to the greatest extent, but He Yunzhou never crossed the thunder pool half a step.
There were times when Huo Zheng couldn't help but look at himself carefully in front of the mirror for a long time, doubting his attractiveness to other people.
He didn't understand why he had already reached this point, and He Yunzhou still didn't dare to really start with him.
"How cowardly are you..."
Huo Zheng couldn't help rubbing his forehead, and muttered to himself resentfully.
He has also heard that people like He Yunzhou who work at home and draw illustrations to make ends meet are mostly timid and fearful of society. Although Huo Zheng has a bad personality in other respects, but when he treats He Yunzhou, he has a kind of tenderness that even he can't explain.
If an ordinary bed partner dared to play with him like this, he would have kicked him out of the circle impatiently and never saw each other again for a cleansing.
However, the person he has to face now is He Yunzhou.
The clumsy, timid, gentle, shy person.
And Huo Zheng really didn't know how to deal with this kind of person.
"Damn it, I shouldn't eat your food*&%￥%..."
Huo Zheng stared at the picture of fresh shrimp sent by He Yunzhou, gritted his teeth and cursed.