The atmosphere was a bit tense. Gu Lian glanced at the man's expression, thought for a moment, and said, "Are you still hungry?"
"Hungry?" Lu Zechen lowered the corners of his mouth and said in a displeased tone, "I can't wait to spit it all out now."
Gu Lian put his hands into his coat pockets and said, "I see you enjoyed your meal just now."
Lu Zechen opened his mouth: "Didn't you give it to me?"
Not to mention that after they fell out, even in the previous years, she rarely "taken care of" him, so of course he was happy.
Gu Lian raised his eyebrows, "Would you like to see the production site?"
Lu Zechen was suspicious, "Scene?"
"Yeah." Gu Lian shrugged, took a step back, "Follow me."
Lu Zechen followed her footsteps, a little worried, "You won't spit in it, right?"
Gu Lian walked in front, "That's not necessarily the case."
"What?!"
Lu Zechen raised his voice, stepped forward quickly, and stopped in front of her, "Is this an alien planet?"
Gu Lian rolled her eyes at him, intending to tease him, "What you just ate were steamed buns, right?"
"hold head high."
"Then do you know how to make noodles?" Gu Lian raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
"Add water and put it in the machine."
"Don't be ridiculous, do you think there will be a dough kneading machine here?" Gu Lian snorted, rolled up his sleeves, and made a kneading gesture, "Just knead it with your hands."
Lu Zechen already frowned.
Gu Lian continued: "Have you heard a joke?"
Lu Zechen pursed his thin lips tightly, feeling that she had nothing nice to say.
Gu Lian raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Every pastry chef makes something that tastes different. They are all the same. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
"Because the dead skin easily falls off when kneading the dough. Everyone's dead skin tastes different, so naturally..."
Lu Zechen's expression froze.
Gu Lian made a fist with one hand, smiled secretly, and said: "The master here is different from other places. He is more bold and unrestrained. If his hands feel dry when kneading the dough, he has to spit some saliva on his hands..."
"vomit--"
Lu Zechen's pupils dilated, he bent over and retched.
Gu Lian covered her mouth and laughed.
"Why, do you really believe it?"
Lu Zechen put his hands on his knees, retched twice, and panted to the ground. He thought about the scene Gu Lian said, and his stomach suddenly turned upside down.
Gu Lian was happy, took out a tissue from his pocket, leaned over with one hand on his knees, "Hey, wipe it."
Lu Zechen looked up and met her big smiling eyes.
He swallowed, "You are too vicious, killing people and killing people. I never want to eat steamed buns again in my life!"
Gu Lian snorted and saw that he hadn't vomited anything, so he planned to take the tissue back.
Lu Zechen took her hand and said, "Wipe it, I didn't wipe my mouth when I came out just now."
Gu Lian was speechless, probably because he smiled just now and his mood relaxed, so he didn't throw the tissue to him and wiped his lips with a slightly heavy movement.
"Hey, be gentler."
"Why are you so delicate?"
"I'm so delicate, and I've come to this hellish place with you to suffer. Why can't you be nice to me?"
Gu Lian: "..."
She rolled her eyes, but the strength in her hands weakened.
During the wiping process, her fingertips touched the corner of his mouth, and a cool touch immediately spread to him.
Lu Zechen straightened up and held her hand, "Why are your hands so cold?"
Gu Lian blinked, "It's cold in the morning."
The man said nothing and rubbed her hands vigorously, "Deal with these people as soon as possible. Let's go back to the city."