The two agreed to have dinner together.
For a whole afternoon, Qu Zhaoye was like a happy puppy surrounding Fang Yi.
At first, he just watched Fang Yi take care of various flowers quietly, and then Fang Yi asked him first, "Do you know what this is?"
Qu Zhaoye shook his head honestly. "I don't know."
Fang Yi patiently told him, "This is a pothos. It likes shade and avoids direct sunlight. Just water it until it is dry and wet."
"That's cyclamen. It blooms in winter. It likes cool weather, so avoid watering the flowers, otherwise they will rot easily."
"These are Crassulaceae and need plenty of sunlight. Water them once every half month. They'd rather be dry than wet."
"Pearl Chlorophytum is drought-resistant and suitable for hanging in a ventilated place. It needs to be shaded in summer, otherwise it will get sunburned."
"Gardenias like acidic soil. They need to be watered with ferrous sulfate once a week, otherwise the leaves will turn yellow."
"..."
When it was almost five o'clock, Fang Yi closed the door of the flower shop and went to a restaurant with a quiet environment with Qu Zhaoye.
After entering the restaurant, the waiter handed over the menu. Qu Zhaoye pushed the menu in front of Fang Yi: "You can order something, I can do it."
Fang Yi was not polite, lowered his head and looked at the menu carefully.
Qu Zhaoye had no intention of looking at the menu. His eyes stayed on Fang Yi. Looking at his serious expression, he felt that Fang Yi like this was particularly charming.
"Do you have any taboos?" Fang Yi raised his head and asked him.
Qu Zhaoye quickly recovered and shook his head. "I'm not picky about food. Just order whatever you like."
In fact, Qu Zhaoye was very picky before recalling those eighteen years of experience.
Huo Family is very interested in raising him to the end, so Qu Zhaoye before the age of nine would not eat ginger-flavored food. Shredded carrots could be eaten but diced carrots would not be eaten...
In short, he did have a lot of picky problems before he was nine years old. It can be said that the biggest impact of past memories on him was to fundamentally change many of his arrogant habits.
Even if you don't like to eat, you can actually feel full after eating it. Clothes don't need to be expensive as long as they fit you well.
He will stand in other people's shoes, empathize with others, and subconsciously learn some life skills from Chen Xun.
People around him commented that he didn't look like a young man raised by a top wealthy businessman, which is why he was particularly popular in the class.
After hearing what he said, Fang Yi ordered a few home-cooked dishes and asked Qu Zhaoye: "Would you like something to drink?"
Qu Zhaoye thought for a while, "How about apple juice?" Fang Yi nodded in agreement.
While waiting for the food, Fang Yi went to the toilet. Qu Zhaoye looked at his leaving figure with a look of fascination.
Feeling his arm being poked, Qu Zhaoye looked down.
Is it Little Eighteen, or Little Eighteen holding a rose in his hand.
The flowers are beautiful, but--
"Fang Yi brother is the person I like, what kind of roses are you sending?" Qu Zhaoye warned it in a low voice.
Little Eighteen doesn't care, he puts one hand on his waist and holds the rose proudly on his small face, and must give it to Fang Yi.
Qu Zhaoye just looked at it speechlessly.
"What are you doing?" Fang Yi came back at this time and asked when he saw that he kept his head down.
Qu Zhaoye turned around with a slight smile, holding Little Eighteen and a rose in his hand. "Flowers, they want to be given to you."
Seeing the little paper man's Fang Yi eyes brightened up, he sat down and took the Little Eighteen and its rose.
"Is it Little Eighteen?" Fang Yi asked.
Qu Zhaoye took the opportunity to get closer and said softly, "Hmm," "Do you know me, brother?"
Fang Yi allowed Little Eighteen to hold his fingers and said softly, "Master Qu's Weibo avatar is her."
Qu Zhaoye was nervous, and his voice was a little cautious. "Brother, do you like paper people?"
Fang Yi didn't look at him and concentrated on teasing Little Eighteen: "Yeah, I like it."
After hearing what he said, Qu Zhaoye opened his crossbody bag and four or five paper figures jumped out from it.
Fang Yi, who was instantly surrounded by little paper figures, looked surprised and panicked. He looked at Qu Zhaoye, who looked serious, and listened to his explanation.
"Little Eighteen is my brother's paper figurine, these are mine."
Sensing the owner's love for the man in front of him, the five paper figures jumped out of the bag and put various stickers on Fang Yi.
Qu Zhaoye was originally afraid that the paper man would be too enthusiastic and scare Fang Yi, but now his cheeks turned red from nervousness.
"They, they like to be close to the person I like. I didn't let them come out before because I was afraid of scaring you...Fang Yi brother, do you still like me?"
The friendship between young people is simple and passionate. Fang Yi will naturally be moved by this sincere feeling, but he is not a child anymore, and he will not be shy and blushing because of these straightforward words.
He just sat there, calmly accepting the likes of the little paper people.
"Like, so do they have names too?"
Fang Yi said that he likes the paper man, but in Qu Zhaoye's perception, his paper man represents himself, so the first reaction is to automatically substitute that Fang Yi likes him.
It is no exaggeration to say that at that moment he had already thought about where to start the kiss.
You can't kiss directly, otherwise it will appear abrupt and impolite. It is best to start from the forehead. Fang Yi's forehead looks very kissable, and then there are the eyes, the place where Qu Zhaoye fell in love with him at first sight, and these eyes will shed lustful tears because of him later...
"Qu Zhaoye?"
"It's called Feifei." Qu Zhaoye, who came back to his senses in a second, pointed at the little paper figure attached to Fang Yi's face seriously and said, "I named them after the monsters in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, and this one is called Bifang, Dijiang, Dangkang..."
In Fang Yi's eyes, the little people actually look pretty much the same, so Fang Yi couldn't remember even if he said so many things at once.
Just in time the waiters came over with the dishes they were carrying. Remembering the first rule of the little paper figures - hiding in sight, all six paper figures were instantly hidden in Fang Yi's legs.
Don't ask why not hide it with Qu Zhaoye.
"The food is here. If you need anything, please ring the bell here."
Fang Yi nodded to the waiter and took out the paper dolls after the waiter left.
"They're so good."
Qu Zhaoye, who was still reflecting on his dirty thoughts just now, nodded feebly, and pulled the hair on his forehead, feeling shy and distressed.
No Qu Zhaoye Why didn't you realize you were such a person before!!?
The exquisite dishes were served, and the steam and aroma filled the air between the two of them.
Qu Zhaoye is holding chopsticks and quietly observing Fang Yi's taste preferences.
The food was ordered by Fang Yi, and since Qu Zhaoye told him not to worry about him, the food on the table was naturally in line with Fang Yi's taste.
But the strange thing is that Fang Yi does not prefer every dish. To be precise, he only took one or two bites of each dish.
Just when Qu Zhaoye thought that Fang Yi was panicking because tonight's dinner was actually out of etiquette, so he had no appetite, Fang Yi took the initiative to tell him.
"Actually, I like spicy food, but I'm not very good at it, so a little spicy is best. If it's not spicy, I won't want to eat it. If it's too spicy, I won't be able to eat it."
"You should also have onions, ginger, and garlic, but not too much, especially garlic. I will eat a little, but I don't like to eat obvious particles."
"If you want to cut the meat thinner, you will eat it only if it tastes good. Minced meat is okay, but you can also eat more."
"Even if I like a dish very much, I won't eat a lot because I don't have a big appetite and I prefer to eat."
Just like introducing the likes and dislikes of flowers to the environment in the flower shop in the afternoon, Fang Yi talked about his little habits in a soft voice.
After saying that, he looked at Qu Zhaoye and chuckled, "Are you very picky?"