"Tell me, what do you want to eat?"

The man put him on the sofa and poured him a glass of water, all of which were extremely natural.

"Brother Han, do you really want to cook for me?"

After taking the water, he took a small sip, looking at the serious appearance of the man standing, a little uncertain.

The man raised an eyebrow, undeniable.

I swallowed my saliva, and my heart was a little unwhite.

"Can't think of anything?"

"Then it's up to me to decide, first of all, you have to give me clean food for the food I cook. Otherwise......"

"I doubt the veracity of your words just now."

"You play by yourself for a while, don't move."

"I ......"

After the man finished speaking, he walked straight away. There is no intention of listening to the opinions of the analysis.

Analysis: Come on, this is to pit yourself, don't you say that you should ignore me! It's a big deal.

All right! He tried to eat as much as he could.

After analyzing a few pieces of information to care about his body, he was bored watching bubble dramas to pass the time.

Turning his head to look in the direction of the kitchen, he could vaguely see the man changing into a home dress, but he was not wearing an apron and was washing the dishes.

So, the idle analysis forgot what his brother said just now.

Jumping towards the kitchen, oh no, like a rabbit.

"Brother Han, do you need any help?"

The man turned his head sideways, the boy's whole body leaned against the glass door, only his hairy head was exposed, his big black and white eyes looked at him in a blink of an eye, and his black broken hair was a little annoying, which made the boy's skin white and tender.

Inexplicably happy, the corners of the man's mouth curved, his hands kept moving, and said, "Come in and help me tie my apron." ”

The obedient went in and got the apron, and the man was facing him so that he could tie it.

However, our words are too high, and we can't successfully put them on our tiptoes. The man looked at the young man's angry appearance and bent down intimately.

"Yan Xiaoxi, I refuse to tell you to eat well! Now, little man, it's cute. ”

The man looked at the boy with his head down, so much so that he could see the boy's two pairs of eyelashes that were as thick as a brush, and the boy's pink lips that were curled up because of his anger.

Analysis: What can I say, I'm also helpless!

The man's body was too tall, and he raised his hands slightly, and the boy's body was small, which looked like a man hugging the boy into his arms.

Sweet!

"Alright, tie it up."

"Brother Han, you're in such a good shape."

Looking at the man's tall figure, as well as the beauty he had seen inadvertently before, he sighed. Without that apron, a man's figure would be better. But with this apron, the man inexplicably looks a little restrained and cute.

"Don't be sour, you can't envy it."

Pale eyes glanced at him, and looked up and down the thinness of the young man. I can't envy it.

"Brother Han, don't mind taking a picture."

There was no chance for the man to refuse, and as soon as the young man finished speaking, he heard the sound of the shutter.

In the photo, the boy is half-squatting in front of the man, and the man's appearance before he reacts at all seems a little real. The knife-like facial features are very photogenic, especially when he is wearing a green apron. Because it was a snapshot, the man didn't look at the camera, but looked at the squatting black-haired teenager, and the teenager looked at the camera, which was very funny.

"Send me a copy of the picture later."

The man was unexpectedly not angry, but smiled faintly, and even his usually indifferent eyes were full of pleasure.

Analysis: It seems a little different from what I expected.

……

Trying to get something, in fact, as long as you are calm and realistic, you can easily and unconsciously achieve your goal. And if you try too hard, make too much trouble, be too naïve, too inexperienced, like a child pulling a tablecloth, you will get nothing, just pull all the good things on the table to the ground, and never get it.

- Kafka, The Castle