I’m not sure when it started, but Song Jianchu began to enjoy locking eyes with Mu Ye.
He used to be uncertain about it, but now he’s sure that there’s something different in Mu Ye’s eyes when they look at him.
Mu Ye’s gaze towards him always holds deep affection, and the color becomes softer and hazy, dispelling the coldness brought by any underlying emotions.
It feels like Mu Ye is embracing and comforting him with his eyes.
Song Jianchu is almost obsessed with this feeling, addicted to it.
To the extent that many times, he doesn’t even realize he’s subconsciously longing for Mu Ye’s gaze.
Mu Ye holds his hand and softly asks, “Feeling better?”
Song Jianchu continues to lock eyes with Mu Ye, softly responding with a “Mmm.” His face is flushed, and he feels a sense of warmth spreading through his brain.
“Let’s go get some coffee. The ice might have melted,” Song Jianchu says.
“Sure.” Mu Ye smiles and holds the coffee in one hand while holding Song Jianchu’s hand with the other.
Song Jianchu follows Mu Ye at a short distance, being led by him. His gaze remains fixed on Mu Ye’s profile.
In another scene:
In the feeding area:
Bai Xingyu is meticulously making small animal feed according to the formula. He comments on Lu Shen’s exquisitely slow knife work, feeling suffocated, “Big brother, no customer will give a bad review. It’s enough that the food is tasty. What’s the point of cutting it so beautifully?”
Lu Shen continues to leisurely chop carrots and calmly says, “How do you know they won’t feel disdainful inside?”
“???” Bai Xingyu looks puzzled.
[“Ha ha ha, there’s an image of a prairie dog eating while feeling disdainful.”]
[“Prairie Dog: Finally, someone understands me.”]
[“Didn’t expect Teacher Lu to be so humorous.”]
[“Wuwu, both teachers are so handsome and compatible.”]
Bai Xingyu pushes Lu Shen away, saying, “Stand up, I’ll do it. At this rate, they won’t even get to eat the food until next year.”
Lu Shen doesn’t argue, calmly turns around to cut the other side of the apple, peeling it delicately.
Bai Xingyu glances back and takes a deep breath. “Does your pet prairie dog also peel apples when eating?”
Lu Shen replies without much expression, “There are pesticides on the skin.”
“After washing them so many times, they won’t be poisoned!” Bai Xingyu commands, “Put the apple down and go wash the vegetables.”
Lu Shen’s face remains calm, he complies by setting down the apple and goes to wash the vegetables at the sink.
Bai Xingyu closes his eyes, quickly cutting the carrots on the cutting board. “This is making my life difficult. I must complain to the boss next time and never be in the same group with you.”
Lu Shen carefully washes the vegetables and casually says, “Let’s see who dares to snatch my official position.”
Bai Xingyu’s face heats up, gritting his teeth, “… Shut up.”
[“Ha ha ha, they’re going to be laughed to death.”]
[“So joyful!”]
[“Why does Teacher Lu seem like he’s intentionally provoking a fight? Ha ha.”]
[“Exactly, I feel like he’s being deliberately cool and asking for trouble.”]
[“I really love this couple.”]
[“Indeed, they’re old partners, so interesting in private.”]
Song Jianchu and Mu Ye walked in.
Song Jianchu handed over a coffee and said, “You’ve worked hard, take a break and have some coffee.”
Bai Xingyu took the iced coffee and took a big sip, intentionally saying, “Leader, I demand a change of partner.”
Lu Shen took the coffee that Mu Ye handed to him and gave a cool sidelong glance.
Considering the employees’ opinions, Song Jianchu asked Lu Shen, “Teacher Lu, do you want to switch to another group?”
Lu Shen replied, “No.”
“Whether you switch or not, the leader has the final say,” Bai Xingyu raised an eyebrow.
Lu Shen and Bai Xingyu locked eyes for a couple of seconds before slowly undoing his apron. “Fine.”
Bai Xingyu looked puzzled, and his expression gradually turned sour. He gave a cold look and said, “Lu Gou, do you have a problem with me?”
The atmosphere suddenly felt off, and Song Jianchu hesitated as he looked at the two of them.
To avoid involving his innocent boyfriend, Mu Ye stepped in to mediate and advised Lu Shen, “Xiao Pei won’t let go of his position as the face of the show. No one is willing to switch with you, and I can’t leave my leader. Listen to your boss and do your job well.”
[“Mu Ye seems like a family dispute mediator, haha”]
[“It feels like he’s oddly skilled at this?”]
Lu Shen calmly looked at Bai Xingyu and asked, “Are you still switching?”
Bai Xingyu averted his eyes and awkwardly said, “With your work efficiency, do you think I want to bother someone else? I’m the only one who can tolerate you.”
That could be considered a way out.
“Forget it,” Lu Shen tied his apron again, coolly saying, “The boss doesn’t want it.”
Bai Xingyu’s face softened, “Who cares about their face? I… I’m afraid you’ll bother someone else.”
“Okay,” Lu Shen continued washing the vegetables, his lips faintly curved, “Thanks for the boss’s understanding.”
Bai Xingyu’s expression eased, “Good to know.”
[“Ha ha ha, this group is amusing”]
[“Both teachers are amusing”]
[“So childish”]
[“Laughing so hard”]
Song Jianchu breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, “Both of you have been cooperating well. If there are any issues, feel free to communicate with me.”
Afraid of getting involved in any more strange disputes, Song Jianchu swiftly left the feeding area with Mu Ye.
[“Ha ha ha ha, the leader got scared away”]
[“Leaders also have things they can’t handle”]
[“A good official can’t meddle in family affairs”]
In the by-product group, the scene returned to harmony.
Two flight guests were studying the technique of milking cows.
Sheng Yi carefully pinched, looking nervous. The cow was eating grass and flicked its tail. Sheng Yi quickly let go, saying apologetically, “Sorry, does it hurt?”
Rong Yu suppressed a smile, “At this rate, when will you finish milking?”
“But it looks uncomfortable,” Sheng Yi sighed, “This is so difficult. Why can’t I get any milk? Xiao Yu, can you check online?”
Rong Yu took out his phone, “Maybe our technique is wrong.”
Song Jianchu brought coffee over, “Senior, have some coffee. Having any problems?”
“Thank you, junior,” Sheng Yi’s legs were getting numb from squatting. He stood up and took the coffee, giving one to Rong Yu, and said in distress, “Leader, it seems like we’re not cut out for this job. It took us hours just to get this little amount of milk.”
“Is it because the cows don’t have milk?” Mu Ye touched the cow.
“It shouldn’t be,” Song Jianchu glanced at the meager amount of milk in the bucket, “It’s probably the wrong technique.”
Song Jianchu turned back to the ranch owner, who was following the cameraman. “I’m sorry, can you help us with some guidance?”
The ranch owner was happy to help and walked over. “Your technique is wrong. You’re being too gentle, and the cows feel uncomfortable.”
Everyone made way, and the ranch owner demonstrated the correct technique. The milk flowed out rapidly, quickly filling up almost half of the bucket, and the cow looked comfortable.
Sheng Yi half-squatted, contemplating for a while, and then turned to Rong Yu, “Xiao Yu, do you understand now?”
Rong Yu nodded, “You need to apply a little force.”
The ranch owner finished the demonstration and stepped back, “Don’t be afraid of hurting the cows; they’ll feel comfortable.”
Sheng Yi smiled, “Thanks, we’ve learned it.”
Song Jianchu politely said, “Thank you.”
The ranch owner smiled, “You’re welcome, young people, keep up the good work.”
Sheng Yi squatted down again and tried once more. This time, he successfully milked the cow, and the cow no longer flicked its tail. He said with amusement, “So, Teacher Xiao Yu can’t do something.”
Rong Yu helplessly said, “I’m not a know-it-all.”
Sheng Yi turned to look at him and skillfully flattered, “Even if Teacher Xiao Yu can’t milk cows, he’s still so handsome.”
Rong Yu’s gaze softened, and he ruffled Sheng Yi’s hair, “If you’re tired, let me do it.”
“Not tired,” Sheng Yi squeezed milk with enthusiasm, “It’s quite interesting.”
[“So sweet!!”]
[“This couple is really sweet!”]
[“Hehe, I love this fresh and sweet feeling.”]
[“So different from the previous group”]
[“All have their charms; this episode is too addictive, wuwu”]
[“This episode is obviously a love variety show!”]
Seeing both seniors getting into it, Song Jianchu didn’t disturb them and quietly left with Mu Ye to prepare lunch for the rest of the crew.
On the way back, Mu Ye remained quiet and thoughtful, looking at him with a meaningful gaze from under his cap.
Song Jianchu noticed Mu Ye’s gaze and looked back, asking, “What’s wrong?”
Mu Ye held his hand and gave it a squeeze, saying, “They have a really good relationship.”
Song Jianchu replied, “Mmm.”
Mu Ye said, “It must be because they’re married.”
His footsteps paused, and Song Jianchu turned slowly, “?”
Weren’t the previous couple also married?
Mu Ye seemed to forget that he had just mediated a family dispute and thoughtfully said, “We can’t fall behind either.”
Song Jianchu’s eyes gradually grew puzzled, “??”
How did they fall behind?
Mu Ye looked at him expectantly, glancing with a slight smile in his eyes, “What do you think?”
Song Jianchu didn’t know how to respond, there were several cameras in front of them, so he remained composed and skillfully pretended not to have heard.
When preparing lunch, Song Jianchu couldn’t get Mu Ye’s words out of his mind.
Song Jianchu was making egg fried rice, and Mu Ye was helping on the side, preparing the other dishes.
As he beat the eggs, Song Jianchu was somewhat absent-minded, and his gaze kept drifting to the side.
Did Mu Ye want to marry him?
But he wasn’t of legal marriage age yet, and they had only been dating for less than half a year… How could they decide so quickly? Would it be too hasty?
And besides, Mu Ye was only twenty-five.
Considering career development, male actors generally didn’t get married too early; getting married in their thirties was considered early. If they married this early, would it affect his work?
But it was normal for someone to want to get married at twenty-five. Mu Ye’s mother also seemed to hope her son would marry early. It was fine when it was just dating, but if they really got married, could his family accept a same-sex marriage that couldn’t have biological children?
Song Jianchu felt he didn’t mind; in fact, he had even prepared himself to never get married.
But Mu Ye seemed to really like kids. Did he want to be a father?
Considering these practical issues, many heavy thoughts were unavoidable.
Song Jianchu’s brows gradually furrowed.
“Chu Chu.” Mu Ye suddenly looked over and smiled, “Are you making a cake?”
His movements with the egg mixture paused for a few seconds as Song Jianchu stared at the egg mixture that had been whipped into foam.
He hesitated for a moment before quickly pouring the egg mixture into the pan.
Mu Ye observed his expression and asked, “What are you thinking about?”
Stirring the scrambled eggs, Song Jianchu shook his head, “Nothing.”
Mu Ye squinted, “Another little secret?”
Song Jianchu remained composed, “Just lost in thought.”
“Why lost in thought?”
What was there to explain about being lost in thought??
Song Jianchu smiled wryly, “Mu Ye, can you bring me the rice?”
Mu Ye brought over the steamed rice and took the opportunity to embrace him from behind, teasingly saying, “Darling, if you keep hiding secrets from me, we really need to have a serious talk.”
“I really don’t have any,” Song Jianchu’s waist was tickled, and he managed to suppress his laughter, “Go rest on the side and stop causing trouble.”
Mu Ye was reluctant to let go, his gaze scorching as it traced along the side of Song Jianchu’s neck. He kissed his earlobe and let out a soft sigh against his shoulder, “I can’t wait for tonight.”
Song Jianchu’s ears instantly turned red, and he quickly scanned the surroundings.
The filming was focused on several other groups outside, and their group was on a break, with no cameras following them.
Feeling relieved, Song Jianchu relaxed and warned in advance with blushing ears, “Tonight is also off-limits.”
Mu Ye’s eyes held a teasing smile as he hugged Song Jianchu’s waist, pretending not to understand, “Off-limits for what?”
Song Jianchu focused on frying the rice, not falling for it.
With this rare moment alone, Mu Ye didn’t want to let go of the opportunity to play around. He asked in a low voice, “Is touching you not allowed? Or can’t I kiss you?”
Song Jianchu’s expression remained unchanged as he poured some soy sauce into the pan.
“What about just a little touch?” Mu Ye used his nose to nudge against Song Jianchu’s earlobe, his voice husky, “I usually can’t hear anything, and no one will hear us.”
Song Jianchu nearly knocked over the pan.
He turned off the stove and closed his eyes in embarrassment, warning in a low voice, “Mu Ye.”
With no outsiders around, Mu Ye started to act up and simply turned him around, pressing him against the kitchen counter, and kissed him.
Their lips made soft, intimate sounds in the quiet kitchen.
From the initial nervousness and attempts to escape, to finally being willingly held by Mu Ye’s neck, the whole process took less than ten seconds.
Mu Ye toyed with his lips, repeatedly entwining them in kisses, stirring emotions and making Song Jianchu’s heart race.
When they finally broke the kiss to breathe, Mu Ye grazed his lips and cunningly looked for an opening, asking, “Is it not allowed at night but allowed in the morning?”
Song Jianchu’s scalp tingled, his ears ringing slightly, and he looked up in confusion.
The man’s beautiful and deep eyes appeared gentle and affectionate when surveying him, but also like a greedy and bewitching demon.
“I don’t want to eat, I want to have you,” Mu Ye pleasingly licked the corner of his mouth, “I want you, Chu Chu.”
Where is chapter 103