The little brat he looked at turned out to be the gong

Chapter 15 I Want to Eat Meat

Ji Si was leaning on the sofa, and Mo Chenyang was arranging his daily necessities in the next room. The kid seemed to be in a good mood, and he could hear his out-of-tune singing to the solar system from far away.

The smell of lemon in the air was almost gone. Ji Si dug out a box of lemon spices from the drawer of the tea table, walked to the TV, and took out a small wooden box on top to replace the spices inside.

After doing all this, before Mo Chenyang came out, he sat back on the sofa, took out a cigarette and lit it.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Miko, the man he liked so badly and so humble in the dust.

Ji Si took a deep breath, probably because people at a certain age always like nostalgia...

When Mo Chenyang packed up and came out, he saw Ji Si in a daze. The cigarette in his hand was almost burnt out. Mo Chenyang had the illusion that the fire had reached Ji Si's hand.

"Teacher?" Mo Chenyang called out, but Ji Si didn't respond at all.

Mo Chenyang frowned, took out the cigarette in Ji Si's hand and extinguished it: "Teacher, it's on fire!"

Ji Si stood up suddenly and turned his head around quickly: "Fire? Where?"

Mo Chenyang was taken aback by him, and stepped back: "Your hand, I think you are suffering from dementia, the smoke is gone and there is no response."

Ji Si glanced at Mo Chenyang, raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "Are you hungry?"

Mo Chenyang raised his eyebrows, is this going to cook for him?

"Hungry, almost starving to death." Mo Chenyang nodded.

Ji Si tugged on his tie, rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen.

Mo Chenyang was paralyzed on the sofa, squinting his eyes slightly, with a relaxed expression. He had already thought up a table of delicacies in his mind, and after drinking porridge for a few days, he finally changed his taste.

Thinking about it this way, Mo Chenyang felt that the world was beautiful, even taking him to see Ji Si was not so unpleasant.

However, the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny...

When the familiar sweet smell overflowed from the kitchen, Mo Chenyang felt bad all over. He suddenly sat up and looked at the back of Ji Si who was busy in the kitchen with a sullen face...Ji Si really couldn't see it no matter how he looked at it. dislike; despise!

When he was in the hospital, Ji Si would bring him lotus seed porridge to drink every day. It was okay just after drinking, it was sweet and sweet, and one bowl was not enough.But he had been drinking for several days, and he thought he might throw up.

Ji Si didn't think too much, he only made lotus seed porridge, because Mi Ke loved it.

It was only then that he realized that he liked that person so much. Even though he was such a lazy person, he still learned lotus seed porridge just for him.

"Drink." Ji Si pushed a bowl of porridge in front of Mo Chenyang.

Mo Chenyang covered his heart and frowned: "Teacher, I want to vomit..."

Ji Si immediately put down the bowl: "What's wrong? Do you have a headache?"

Mo Chenyang shook his head, looked at the lotus seed porridge and sighed: "I'm tired of drinking it, and the smell makes me sick to my stomach."

"I can only make lotus seed porridge." Ji Si pursed his lips and took two mouthfuls of porridge with a bowl.

"Ah!" Mo Chenyang yelled, leaned back and slammed on the sofa, and said "ah" after a while.

Ji Si kicked his leg: "What are you calling for?!"

"Teacher~" Mo Chenyang pursed his lips and blinked his eyes: "I want to eat meat."

Ji Si was stunned for a moment, looking at the boy's eyes mixed with grievance and hope, he suddenly had the urge to kiss him.

Those eyes are beyond words.