The Green Tea's Target is Always Wrong【Quick Transmigration】(Completed BL)

Chapter 88: Saving the World with Tea Art (21)

The pot beside him simmered with porridge, emitting a comforting warmth, and the fragrant aroma filled the room even before it was fully cooked.

Standing behind him, Fang Tian stared at him as if he were a hungry dog eyeing a bone, panting with his tongue out, drool almost dripping to the ground.

Originally, Fang Tian wanted to help, but he was clumsy and only ended up making a mess, so Yue Chu chased him out of the kitchen.

However, not long after, feeling lonely in the room watching TV, he found himself back in the kitchen. Just watching Yue Chu busy was a happiness in itself.

Yue Chu looked handsome in the apron...

The black string tied around his waist made his waist appear particularly slender, making people want to hug him from behind.

As Yue Chu turned around, he almost bumped the spatula into Fang Tian's face.

Raising an eyebrow, he pushed Fang Tian away with his hand, placing the washed vegetables aside for later use. "Why are you standing so close? Be careful not to get splashed with oil on your face."

Fang Tian didn't mind; even if he did get splashed, he wasn't afraid. He could just wipe it off and continue.

He continued to lean close to Yue Chu, whispering in his ear in a deep voice, "When will dinner be ready?"

Yue Chu smiled back, "Almost there. Once this dish is cooked, we can eat."

Fang Tian felt like that smile pierced straight into his heart, making his legs weak, and head dizzy, as if he were floating in a cloud of cotton, drifting aimlessly into the sky.

After Yue Chu turned around, his gaze became intense, staring tightly at the fair and slender neck, greedily licking his dry lips.

What a perfect spot to leave a lip print.

Ding dong, the doorbell rang.

Yue Chu was busy cooking, so he asked Fang Tian to answer the door.

Fang Tian went to comply with the order, but his eyes, which had just been bright, turned dark. Even through the door, he could smell the stench coming from the old Daoist's body.

Standing at the door were none other than the old Daoist and Huang Long, who had waited nearby for three days without seeing Yue Chu come to them, so they decided to come themselves.

Fang Tian stared at them like a gatekeeper, blocking the entrance without a hint of courtesy.

Huang Long even took a moment to check the door number. It was correct, so why had they suddenly changed personnel??

He scratched his head, looking worried, and asked, "Um, we're looking for Junior Yue. Is he around?"

Fang Tian's gaze remained indifferent. "He's not here."

Huh? Huang Long felt a headache coming on. What were they going to do if he wasn't here?

The old Daoist gently pushed aside his foolish disciple, smiling kindly with a few deep lines etched on his face.

"I know Junior Yue is here. Could we have a discussion inside? There are important matters to discuss."

Important matters? Wasn't it just about how to get him killed?

Fang Tian scoffed coldly, about to refuse them entry, but then he saw Yue Chu wiping his hands and walking over. When he noticed the two visitors, he frowned slightly.

Yue Chu placed a hand on Fang Tian's shoulder, a hint of resignation in his smile as he said to the two Daoists, "Please, both of you, return. I have nothing to say."