Days of Confrontation with Scum Attack (Yaoi)

115. My husband My baby

Yu Baoyuan sat in the middle of a table.

Jiang Hao and Gu Feng sat on both sides, one with a smile and the other dark face, just like Maitreya Buddha and the black-faced god descending to the earth.

Lu Yang sat opposite Yu Baoyuan, pulled a mouthful of rice, and looked at Yu Baoyuan, who was sandwiched between two tall men on the opposite side, with a trace of gloating in his eyes.

"Eat it," Lu Yang greeted him with chopsticks. "What are you two doing? Just look at people and don't eat? Eat, eat, eat."

Jiang Hao picked up a piece of chicken with tomato juice with chopsticks and put it in Yu Baoyuan's bowl: "Baoyuan, eat this."

Yu Baoyuan nodded and was about to eat. Gu Feng over there said in a cool and sour tone: "It's all his own dish, but you borrow flowers to offer Buddha."

Jiang Hao raised his eyes and glanced at Gu Feng, and both of them showed deepness.

They are very different from each other.

"Mr. Gu joked," Jiang Hao said with a smile. "I'm just helping Baoyuan pick up a dish. There's no need to make such a fuss."

Gu Feng sneered, snatched Yu Baoyuan's cup, and poured him a cup of hot milk: "You are not allowed to drink iced drinks, drink milk."

"You two give me some Ansheng," Yu Baoyuan stared at them angrily. "What are they all here? Can I have a good meal?"

Jiang Hao and Gu Feng didn't say anything, and the swords and shadows in their words stopped fighting.

But it's not over yet.

Since the past, Gu Feng has loved to eat sauce-flavored duck made by Yu Baoyuan most. After breaking up with Yu Baoyuan, no matter how good and experienced the foreign chef is, he will start to miss the aroma of the sauce-flavored duck after eating for a long time.

I really miss it.

Now, Yu Baoyuan has made this dish on the table in a rare way. As soon as Gu Feng entered the door, he noticed that his eyes suddenly lit up, and the lost satisfaction almost overflowed from his chest.

But it's a coincidence that Jiang Hao also likes this dish.

Gu Feng watched Jiang Hao pick up the duck meat like a humane chopstick. His face was calm and his teeth itchy with hatred.

That's all made by Baoyuan himself. Baoyuan knew that he loved eating and made it himself!

Jiang Hao just picked it away! He just clipped it away!

That's his!

Gu Feng doesn't know what he is putting in. Few times he has lost control of his emotions since he has been in the years. However, today, the imitation Buddha was demented, that is, how to look at Jiang Hao's displeasant, Jiang Hao wanted to stretch out his chopsticks clip. He deliberately also stretched out the chopsticks into the duck plate and secretly poked Jiang Hao's chopsticks away.

After coming and going, the dining table is not like a table, like a battlefield.

Lu Yang watched the two handsome men wrestling secretly, just like watching a dog blood series. His eyes were as bright as light bulbs, and his little mouth smashed and ate more deliciously.

Yu Baoyuan snorted coldly, "You two are both faceless people. Don't be like African refugees."

Jiang Hao then took away his chopsticks angrily, and Gu Feng proudly picked up a piece of duck and put it in his mouth.

It's still a familiar taste.

He can taste the taste of Yu Baoyuan in one bite, and he will never forget it for so long.