Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

But all this is unrealistic.

The master is gone, the small house on the mountain is gone, and he is not the same Mu Han.

Even if Ge Zhi returns one day, what he can do is to try his best to return to the old Mu Han whom he admired, trusted, and relied on.

The drunkard is looking forward to the day when he meets Ge Zhe more and more.

No matter how persistent it is, eight years have passed, and the last year has been, very soon, very soon...

The drunkard was sitting on the bed and drinking, and the boy looked at him by the side of the bed.

Tsing Yi walked in until the door was pushed open.

Seeing Tsing Yi, the teenager shrank subconsciously.

Tsing Yi looked at the drunkard sitting on the bed drinking, and stepped forward and took his wine gourd.

"You didn't look very good these past two days. You still had a stomachache the night before, so I'd better drink less and I will make you something to eat."

Without waiting for the drunkard to say anything, Tsing Yi left the room with the wine gourd. It should be to make something for the drunkard.

The drunkard lowered his eyes slightly, stayed in bed for a while, then got out of bed, looked for clothes and went to take a shower.

The boy has been squatting by the bed, not going anywhere, waiting for the alcoholic.

When the drunkard came out from the shower, Tsing Yi had brought a bowl of fragrant noodles and walked in.

The drunkard looked at the bowl on the table before he had eaten it for several years and smiled.

Without saying anything, he came to the table and sat down. The drunkard picked up his chopsticks and ate.

It is very light, and the taste is much lighter than usual.

This Tsing Yi must have been busy during the day and forgot to put the salt.

The drunkard lowered his head and ate a few bites, turned his head to look at Tsing Yi, who was busy working in front of the computer, but he looked away again.

Perceiving the drunkard's gaze, Tsing Yi raised her eyes and looked at him.

"what happened?"

After a few seconds of silence, the drunkard said, "It's nothing, that is, I suddenly want to eat roast chicken."

"roast chicken?"

roast chicken?

The young man standing by the table watching the alcoholic heard this thing, his expression was shaken, something flashed through his mind, and it was fleeting, so fast that he didn't even know what it was.

What is this roast chicken?

Eat it?

Without previous memories, the teenager who had been hiding in the underworld for several years was full of strangeness to everything in this world.

Did he like to eat before?

By the way, he is a fox, he should like to eat roast chicken.

"I remember you didn't eat roast chicken."

Tsing Yi remembered it very clearly. It was one night about four years ago when Bai Yi bought a supper and called them.

Among them is roast chicken.

At that time, the drunkard stared at the roast chicken for a long time. He thought the drunkard wanted to eat it, but he said he didn't eat it.

He didn't eat not only roast chicken, but also roast chicken legs and wings.

Tsing Yi always thought that alcoholics didn't like chicken, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly say he wanted to eat roast chicken tonight.

"Really, that thing is delicious." The drunkard smiled, a little sad. I don't know if he said this to Tsing Yi or to himself.

Tsing Yi looked at the weird drunkard and couldn't help worrying about him again.

After a quick operation on the keyboard, the computer shut down and Tsing Yi stood up.

"Then I will buy it for you."

"I'll go with you."

"You too?"

"Well, let's return after eating outside." The drunkard also stood up and said.

"Okay." Tsing Yi smiled and nodded. The worry just disappeared and replaced with happiness.

He seldom wants to go out with him.

Especially not long after he came back, he went out again.

In the past, after he came back, he would go to bed after taking a shower, and would never go anywhere.