Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Yun Chen spent the entire National Day holiday in the hospital.

The three boys in the dormitory silently refunded their respective tickets to go home, and began to take turns taking care of their youngest.

Because of the surgery, Yun Chen was weak, coupled with stomach problems caused by unrestrained drinking and long-term fatigue, so the doctor listed a long list of dietary taboos, and asked Tang Xuan and the others to pay more attention.

Hu Liang took a look, and instantly one head and two big.

You can't eat this, you can't eat that, the school cafeteria and restaurants outside will never help Yun Chen make a light and nutritious sick meal!

If you can't buy it, you have to make it yourself.

Together, Tang Xuan and Chen Siping went to a nearby supermarket to buy an induction cooker, a pot and an insulated box, and secretly took them back to the dormitory to hide them before heading to the vegetable market.

Yun Chen couldn't eat many things, so Tang Xuan called Hu Liang to buy protein powder. The latter was running up and down the hospital to pay the bill, and he agreed.

After finally finishing his work, Hu Liang turned back to the ward and told him: "Youngest, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back right away. If you need anything, call the doctor."

Yun Chen slowly opened his eyes and nodded quietly.

Hu Liang planned to leave as soon as he took a step, but when he reached the door, he hesitated for a moment and poked his head in again, as if making up his mind to say something—

"Youngest, seriously, quit that crappy job."

Drunk everyone down, and made a fart!

Hu Liang has a fiery temper, and he gets annoyed when he thinks about it. If the bar manager is in front of him now, Hu Liang will have to give him a good beating before giving up.

Yun Chen didn't speak, looked at Hu Liang for a while, but then looked away again.

Maybe it means rejection?

Hu Liang became angry, but because Yun Chen was a sick person, he suppressed his temper reluctantly, snorted heavily, and stomped away.

That night, Tang Xuan and Chen Siping almost burned down the switch of the whole building.

They have no experience in using induction cookers, and they don't know the maximum wattage that can be tolerated in the dormitory. Anyway, as soon as the lights in the room went dark, they heard the boy in the dormitory next door exaggeratingly shouting, and the two of them started to get together to organize their words, thinking about how to explain it to their aunt.

After some hard-fought tactics, Chen Siping managed to influence the housekeeper's aunt, and then Tang Xuan hugged the half-cooked Luan stew, and went downstairs, planning to borrow the aunt's rice cooker.

"What are you doing? Can that child eat it?" Auntie looked at her with disgust on her brows.

Because that stew looked particularly disgusting.

Chen Siping replied cheekily: "Although the appearance is not good, it's nonsense. The stew is a specialty of Northeast China, but it's delicious!"

"I'm from the Northeast," the auntie said proudly, puffing out her chest suddenly, "Northeast stew is indeed delicious, but what you do is very dishonest!"

As she spoke, she snatched the spoon Tang Xuan was holding in her hand and gave this unconfident boy some advice.

"Come on, auntie will teach you how to make authentic stew."

Tang Xuan nodded blankly.

Then Chen Siping, who was standing beside him, saw a miraculous scene——

The middle-aged aunt is majestic, with one hand on her hip and a spoon in the other, like a general who is fighting in all directions. On the way, she did not forget to remind Tang Xuan—

"These ingredients can't be put together, because you haven't fried them with oil."

"Seasoning depends on the situation. If you throw it in all at once, the taste will change."

"Is it cooked or not? Try poking it with chopsticks."

…

Chen Siping couldn't help sighing: "Auntie, you are amazing!"

"It's nothing." Auntie the dormitory manager waved her hand, her face looked very friendly, "Next time I will make pork stewed vermicelli for you."

"Okay, okay!" Chen Siping hurriedly agreed, and together with Tang Xuan put the cooked stew into an insulated box, thanking his aunt repeatedly.

When we arrived at the hospital, it was almost seven o'clock, and Hu Liang was so hungry that he saw two roommates coming in with dinner, and he wanted to jump on him immediately.

"Get lost!" Tang Xuan unceremoniously waved away Hu Liang's extended arm, "This is the youngest's, go out and eat by yourself."

Hu Liang cursed, "I just smelled a familiar smell! I can't even look at it!" He was so angry that he shook his fist and muttered sadly, "You guys do a good job of stewing in the Northeast..."

Chen Siping hooked Hu Liang's shoulder, "Let's go, let's go eat," he said, turning his head and asked Tang Xuan, "Brother Xuan, what can I bring you?"

"You can bring whatever you want, I don't care." Tang Xuan put the lunch box next to Yun Chen's hospital bed, and handed the chopsticks to Yun Chen.

"Okay." Chen Siping made an OK gesture, and then withdrew with Hu Liang.

Yun Chen's complexion recovered a little, but he was still much paler than ordinary people. He barely pulled himself up, leaning feebly against the pillow.

Tang Xuan helped Yun Chen pull over the small table, and sighed softly.

"Why?" Yun Chen asked sullenly.

"Do your parents know?"

Yun Chen pursed her lips, and finally lowered her head, "I don't know, don't tell them, and don't tell other students."

"Well," Tang Xuan could understand him, but couldn't understand his behavior, "The bartender is not suitable for you. If you really want to find a part-time job, you have many options."

Yun Chen took a sip of the soup, but couldn't taste any flavor.

"But it's quick money."

Tang Xuan was stunned, and then laughed angrily.

"Are you really short of money?"

"Brother Xuan," Yun Chen put down his chopsticks and spoon, frowned and said helplessly, "Now my monthly expenses are close to three thousand, excluding the living expenses given by my parents, I have to earn two thousand to be enough."

Life is so realistic, people say that money is not the most important thing, but without money, nothing important can be done.

"You move back to live, everything will be settled." Tang Xuan stared at Yun Chen, slamming every word.

He really didn't understand what Yun Chen still cared about.

"I…"

"Is it because of me?" Tang Xuan asked calmly.

This time, Yun Chen was taken aback.

"Are you still unable to let go of Qiu Shuhan? So there is no way to get along with me in the same space?"

It was the first time Tang Xuan broke the topic, speaking bluntly and sharply.

Yun Chen opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain.

Actually... no.

I can't let go of Qiu Shuhan, after all, I have loved him. But with Tang Xuan, it wasn't that embarrassing.

"If that's the case," Tang Xuan thought for a while, then shrugged calmly, "You come back, I'll go out to live."

"Stop talking nonsense," Yun Chen shook his head, "It's all over, I just haven't paid the rent yet, so I can't waste money."

"How many months?" Tang Xuan asked.

"For half a year, one deposit pays three." Yun Chen said.

"Sublet," Tang Xuan snapped her fingers, as if to make a final decision, "That's it, when you are discharged from the hospital, we—"

Without saying a word, there was a low knock on the door behind him.

Tang Xuan and Yun Chen looked subconsciously.

Immediately, their backs stiffened at the same time.