Meng Yu originally planned to invite someone to come to his house to clean today, but Zhou Yibai wanted to see him, so he had to cancel the plan and let the two clean the house together.

He made a new cleaning plan, planning to clean the living room, kitchen, garage and stairs after breakfast, and rest for an hour after lunch, and then use the afternoon time to solve the second, third and fourth floors. After all, they will be done, and then wait until the weather is cooler in the evening, and then clean up the garden outside.

The plan is very simple, he has always been a person with extremely high execution ability, so there should be no problem.

However, the problem arose less than two hours before it started.

At that time, Meng Yu was about to go back to his room to get things, but when he went upstairs, he saw Zhou Yibai kneeling in the stairwell to wipe the floor.

He was wearing Meng Yu's sportswear from high school, and stopped his movements while wiping, lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat on his face. His face turned red, his back was wet, and even the white chest exposed was covered with sweat.

“Is it very hot?”

"It's okay." Zhou Yibai shook his head, "It's okay."

When Meng Yu was about to go downstairs, he saw him lifting his shirt to wipe his sweat. When he put down his clothes, he could see that there was no place to wipe the whole piece of clothes.

Meng Yu covered his face with a towel and pulled him up.

He was a little unresponsive, and Meng Yu said, "I don't know if you are so afraid of heat. You can wipe the sweat dry, then blow the fan, I'll wipe this."

"Or I'll wipe the window?" Zhou Yibai didn't dare to be lazy and wanted to find something to do.

"Okay..." Meng Yu originally wanted to clean the window and relax, but looked up and saw the sun shining in by the window, and then changed his words, "Sleep well and don't move around."

Zhou Yibai was pulled aside by Meng Yu to sit. Seeing Meng Yu take over his previous job, I felt very guilty.

It was obviously him who was clamoring to come, but Meng Yu didn't ask anyone to clean it. As a result, he was just sitting aside now, and Meng Yu was doing things in the end.

"Brother..." Zhou Yibai whispered, "I'd better wipe it, otherwise I'll do nothing..."

"Why didn't you do anything?" Meng Yu raised his head and smiled brightly at him, "Aren't you sitting there talking to me?"

"Just just talk..."

"But I feel good when talking to you. If I am in a good mood, I will be motivated. If I have motivated, I will be as much as ten people."

Zhou Yibai still lowered his head and kicked around.

Seeing him as a child was blaming himself, Meng Yu smiled and said, "How about you bring Maomao here, play with me, and talk to me. I go to work every day this week, and I want to hear people talk about things that are not related to work."

This task is clear and practical. Zhou Yibai quickly went to hug Maomao, teasing Maomao with a teasing stick while finding topics.

Zhou Yibai is not good at chatting. When he talks to Meng Yu, he always talks to Meng Yu. Meng Yu rarely throws this problem to him. Now this problem is on his head. Although he is a little at a loss, he always thinks in his heart that he should not let Meng Yu down.

"When she was a child..." Zhou Yibai didn't know what to say, so he had to say Ningning.

He said that Ningning was wrinkled when she was born. That day, he looked at Ningning in the insulated box through the glass window and felt like a little monkey.

When Ningning was full moon, he went to see Ningning. Ningning grew up, her cheeks were pouting, and her small hands grabbed his index finger.

He also went on Ningning's birthday when she was one year old. That day, Ningning thought it was her father when she saw him. When she found two fathers, she was shocked and cried for a while.

"You look very similar to your brother?"

"Actually, he doesn't look that much like my mom."

Meng Yu really wanted to ask Zhou Yibai about his childhood, but he was afraid that he would touch his sadness, so he suppressed his curiosity.

However, I don’t know if Zhou Yibai revealed his heart this morning and completely let go, or just mentioned it casually, he actually talked about his past events.

"Actually, I worked as a cleaner for people in high school." Zhou Yibaibian said with a tone as calm as ever. "At that time, I thought the other person's house was so big, so I had to sweep it for a long time with the aunt who took me there... But now I think it's not as big as yours."

Meng Yu wiped the stairs on the second floor and walked towards the third floor, and Zhou Yibai followed behind him.

"Once, after the owner finished sweeping, the owner kept us for snacks. I remember eating the cake that day." Zhou Yibai stopped, "It's really delicious."

“What cake?”

"Cheesecake." Zhou Yibai lowered his head and whispered for a while, "Brother, will you make it for me in the future?"

"Of course." Meng Yu didn't hesitate at all, "Tell me what I want to eat. I will do it if I know, and I will learn if I don't know."

Zhou Yibai nodded.

"But you still make the meal, because I like eating the meal you make."

Zhou Yibai nodded. After a while, he said, "At that time, I had also gone to a restaurant to work, cut vegetables and wash dishes, and later I learned to cook with the master inside."

“Chinese or Western food?”

"Chinese and Western food were found out later, so it was messy."

"There is no mess, it's obviously very delicious." Meng Yu looked admiring, "My little bastard is indeed capable. I will definitely cook snail noodles better than others when I cook them later."

"How delicious is it?" Zhou Yibai smiled, "The ingredients are all prepared."

The snail noodles had to be soaked, so Zhou Yibai went downstairs to prepare first. Meng Yu continued to wipe the floor, thinking about the conversation just now.

Meng Yu's mood was very complicated at this moment. He first felt sorry for Zhou Yibai and suffered when he was a teenager, but he felt sorry for Zhou Yibai and did not dare to talk casually. He even dared not come straight to him.

Zhou Yibai is an art student. Art students have to train in the studio, which is very expensive. But who can Zhou Yibai ask for money? He guessed that Zhou Yibai might not even dare to ask for it, so he could only find a way to work and make money by himself.

Meng Yu himself had suffered, and knew that he could not afford to pay. When he thought of Zhou Yibai's age, he had to understand it, so he was particularly reluctant.

He wanted Zhou Yibai to complain to him without reservation and let him find an opportunity to love him well. But even he himself would not tell those things at will, let alone Zhou Yibai's personality.

Being able to ask him to make cakes as he had just been, and waiting for him to praise them implicitly is already a great improvement for Zhou Yibai, and Meng Yu knew that he should be satisfied.

But he still wants Zhou Yibai to act coquettishly with him one day without any grudges and ask him to do this and that, even if he occasionally loses his temper.

Anyway, he has always been willing.

Meng Yu wiped all the stairs and wiped the windows a few times. Seeing that the time was almost over, he went downstairs to wait for lunch.

He entered the kitchen, and as soon as he entered, he saw Zhou Yibai lowering his head to wash dishes in an apron. Seeing him coming, he looked up and smiled at him, and said gently: "Are you here?"

Meng Yu couldn't say what it felt like. His heart suddenly shrank in an instant, but after a moment, it seemed like nothing happened. It was like this scene. He always felt different, but he felt that everything should be like this. When he walked into the kitchen of his home, he should have seen Zhou Yibai here, wearing this and looking like this.

Meng Yu walked to Zhou Yibai and the two leaned against each other.

The atmosphere was so peaceful that Meng Yu rarely wanted to speak, so he wanted to look at Zhou Yibai quietly.

"Are you hungry?"

Meng Yu nodded.

"You have to wait a little longer. If you are hungry, go and have some biscuits first."

Meng Yu still nodded and didn't say anything.

Zhou Yibai put the bowl back on the bowl rack, wiped his hands dry, turned his head to look at him, and asked, "What's wrong? I'm in a bad mood?"

Meng Yu shook his head.

Zhou Yibai didn't ask any more, but instead reached out to touch his head, hugged him, and said gently as if he was coaxing a child: "If you are in a bad mood, tell me, I'll cook something delicious for you."

Meng Yu nodded, hugged him back, and buried his head on his shoulder.

Meng Yu suddenly understood that in fact, he not only wanted Zhou Yibai to act coquettishly and trick him, but he also wanted to treat Zhou Yibai like this.

Thinking that he had such an unreasonable side, Meng Yu couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that Meng Yu finally smiled, Zhou Yibai breathed a sigh of relief and whispered Meng Yu's face to show encouragement.

Zhou Yibai cooked four large packages of snail noodles in one breath today, planning to eat half a pack of snail noodles by himself, leaving the rest for Meng Yu.

After taking the pot to the living room, the two of them opened the window and turned on the fan, and sat on the ground and started eating.

All the spicy oil was added, Zhou Yibai was sweating and his lips were red. Meng Yu was the same. He couldn't stop eating the hot, spicy and sour powder, and he couldn't even bother to say anything.

After a while, Zhou Yibai finished the noodles in the bowl and couldn't drink the soup anymore, but hesitated and didn't know what to do.

"I can't drink it, so I'll cook some noodles later." Meng Yu and him had a good relationship. You can tell what he was thinking when he looked at his expression.

"You still want to eat?"

"I always think you cooked very deliciously and I can't eat enough."

Meng Yu ate it in big mouthfuls, finished all the noodles, and pushed the remaining soup at Zhou Yibai, and asked for it.

Zhou Yibai had to use the soup to cook a large bowl of noodles. After cooking, he sat beside Meng Yu and watched. Meng Yu took five minutes to finish the big bowl of noodles again, and clapped Meng Yu's hands with admiration.

After all the meals, the two of them collapsed on the sofa together.

The sofa in the living room is L-shaped, and the two of them are lying head-to-head.

"Sleepy."

"Then you sleep."

"No." Zhou Yibai held on to pick up his phone and browse Weibo. After a while, Zhou Yibai's eyes widened, pushed Meng Yu and said, "Today is April Fool's Day!"

"Aprils' Day?" Meng Yu also picked up his phone to look at the time, "I forgot."

Meng Yu never deceived people at April Fools' Day event because he couldn't think of anything to cheat. The only year he thought about, he wanted to deceive his employees and the company collapsed, but he felt that he was setting up a flag, but in the end he did nothing.

Zhou Yibai usually has a serious face, but Meng Yu knows that he is sometimes very black-bellied, so he might have any ideas.

"What have you done before?"

"Once I recorded a video and then wore a cat's tail in the back." Zhou Yibai pointed at his butt, "Pretend that I was actually a cat. Everyone believed it."

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To be continued...