Descent from an altitude of 10,000 meters [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 49 Decent

Fang Hao had a regular day shift that day and got off work at around 4 o'clock, so he said he would arrive at his house at 5:30. Chen Jiayu had no mission, so he came over in casual clothes. When he entered the door, he was greeted by Fang Hao's smiling face.

Not only did Fang Hao's good mood spread over, not only did it spread over the phone line, it also spread across the short distance between the two people. The aroma of the food in the room also hit his face. Chen Jiayu stepped through the door without putting down his bag. The first thing he did was to take his arms and waist, hold his side and chin and kiss him for a while, standing tall The bridge of his nose rubbed against the side of his face.

It wasn't until Fang Hao felt a little short of breath that he pushed him away. His thin lips were already moistened with saliva. He knew it himself and raised the back of his hand to rub it.

"Miss me." Fang Hao smiled.

Chen Jiayu hummed, then put down his bag and changed his shoes - because of this arrangement recently, he often stayed overnight at Fang Hao's house. He put down a few clothes, two sets of flight uniforms, toothbrushes and slippers, and some other things. Daily necessities.

"It smells so good." Chen Jiayu said.

"I'm still a good cook." Fang Hao looked at him seriously, and Chen Jiayu found that she had no resistance at all to his unknowing but seductive manner. He pushed Fang Hao against the wall, and as he spoke, he put his hand into his sweater and touched his lower back.

Fang Hao was cold for a moment, then took out his hand intact: "Don't make trouble, eat first."

Chen Jiayu just teased him, but he was also a little hungry, so he had to eat first.

Fang Hao asked him to sit down, and as soon as he took out the contents of the pot, Chen Jiayu knew where the familiar aroma came from: Fang Hao had cooked braised pork for him. The vegetables are mushrooms and Italian bamboo shoots, with lemon pepper sauce, cooked in the oven, and they look very good.

"If you always don't come, I'll leave." Fang Hao said with a smile, "Try it and give it a try."

Chen Jiayu was quite surprised. He just sent a recipe last week. Cao Hui originally requested this recipe from her sister. Chen Jiayu treasured it, and the failure rate when following this recipe was almost zero. But Chen Jiayu didn't pay attention to teaching him the steps when he made it last time. Unexpectedly, Fang Hao figured it out by himself based on the recipe.

He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. Before swallowing it completely, he hurriedly commented: "It's pretty good."

Fang Hao sat opposite him and glanced at him from the corner of his eye: "Tell the truth."

Chen Jiayu: "It's really good."

Fang Hao finished his words: "Only if you tell the truth can I make progress." He knew that Chen Jiayu was a smooth person who always wanted to please himself when he spoke and did things, so he wanted to hear the unfiltered truth from his mouth. You have to press forward step by step.

Chen Jiayu then spoke and said, "You can stir-fry the sugar color more."

Fang Hao was benevolent, and of course he was not unhappy. He nodded, then stopped eating, stood up, and took down a piece of paper that was held by a magnet on the refrigerator. Chen Jiayu took a closer look and saw that it was his family's ancestral recipe. Fang Hao raised his head and said to him: "You are hungry, eat first." Then he ignored his own food and picked up a pen to mark the step of frying the sugar color.