Chu Yi went over and watched beside him, "I'll knead, knead the dough?"

"No need." Yan Hang smiled. "You can't grasp it."

"You're using your left, left hand to knead?" Chu Yi asked.

"Mm." Yan Hang nodded.

"You said your left hand has a hidden skill." Chu Yi watched him pour the measured flour into the glass bowl. "Is it kneading dough?"

"No." Yan Hang said.

"Then what is it?" Chu Yi was a bit curious.

"Jerking off." Yan Hang said.

Chu Yi froze, not understanding what he said, "Huh?"

"Masturbating." Yan Hang said.

Chu Yi understood this time, but was even more stunned. Suddenly hearing Yan Hang say such content, he was completely unable to react.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang glanced at him.

"I've never... never done it." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang turned his head and coughed, not knowing if he choked or what.

Chu Yi felt extremely awkward. He bit his lip, and in order to ease the awkwardness... He tried hard to think in his mind "What would Hu Biao or Zhou Chunyang say", and after two seconds he opened his mouth, "Can't you do it with your right, right hand?"

Yan Hang turned to look at him.

Chu Yi had no idea what to say at all, and kind of wanted to climb onto the bay window and jump out.

"If you're used to your right hand," Yan Hang said, "when using your left hand, it will feel like it's someone else."

"Oh." Chu Yi responded.

"Go get the milk and eggs." Yan Hang said.

Chu Yi didn't say anything and dashed into the kitchen like flying.

Yan Hang stared at the basin of flour in front of him, feeling that he should go get the thermometer and see if his fever had reached 40 degrees and melted his brain.

Yan Hang, are you crazy?

"You are insane, totally deranged," he sang softly to the flour, "out of your mind like a psychopath..."

Actually, he was just in a pretty good mood. From the time he felt someone following him before he was injured, his emotions had been quite depressed, and after being injured and hospitalized, it could almost be said to have hit rock bottom.

It wasn't until today that he finally recovered.

Chu Yi was coming over in the afternoon, and he also felt quite happy, thinking that he hadn't made food for a long time, so he would bake some bread, pastries and such...

But perhaps he was overjoyed. It wasn't until Chu Yi froze that he reacted. In the past, teasing Chu Yi for a while with this topic wouldn't have been a big deal.

But in the current situation, it was a very big deal.

When Chu Yi walked over holding the milk and eggs, he could feel Chu Yi's helplessness and awkwardness.

"Pour the milk, stop when I tell you to." Yan Hang cracked the eggs into the flour and added sugar.

"Mm." Chu Yi held the milk carton and poured slowly.

Yan Hang looked at him.

Chu Yi had his head down, so his expression couldn't be seen clearly, only his eyelashes and nose tip could be seen, but even so, it could be seen... he was still a puppy.

Why not teach him something good?

Yan Hang sighed.

Chu Yi stopped, "Hm?"

"Continue." Yan Hang said.

"What kind of, of bread are we making?" Chu Yi asked.

It could be heard that this was the topic he finally found after holding it in for a long time. Yan Hang pinched the back of his neck with his right hand, "Mutt bread."

"Nonsense." Chu Yi laughed. "Mutts aren't this fancy; we mutts eat steamed buns."

"In a bit, I'll let you see what mutt bread is." Yan Hang said.

After adding enough milk, Yan Hang kneaded the dough a bit, then took a lump of butter and put it in, slowly kneading the butter into the dough.

"Let me." Chu Yi stared at the dough. "Does this require technique?"

"No." Yan Hang said.

"I want to play with it for a bit." Chu Yi was a little embarrassed. "I like playing with dough."

Yan Hang started laughing and pushed the bowl in front of him, "Then you play with it. Knead it until you can stretch the dough into a very thin film."

"Mm." Chu Yi immediately lowered his head and started kneading.

Yan Hang sat on the bay window, leaning against the wall watching him knead the dough.

Actually, Chu Yi had quite strong mental qualities. He was so awkward just now, but not long after, his attention shifted to the dough, and now he was kneading the dough with great enthusiasm.

"After kneading, can we, we bake it?" Chu Yi asked.

"It still needs to ferment. Just throw it in the machine later and let it ferment," Yan Hang said. "Then we'll make the filling."

"What filling?" Chu Yi immediately asked.

"Puppy filling," Yan Hang replied.

"Oh," Chu Yi nodded. "Cute."

"Yeah," Yan Hang smiled and looked at him for a while. "Little puppy."

"Ah." Chu Yi responded.

"Actually," Yan Hang said, "you can just be the same as before."

Chu Yi's movements paused, and he looked up at him.

"Between the two of us," Yan Hang continued, "regardless of whether there's this thing called 'liking' or not, we can be the same as before. Whatever you want to say or do, it's all okay."

Chu Yi kept looking at him.

"You don't need to worry about what you can or can't say, or whether what you say will make me think a certain way," Yan Hang flicked his fingertip on Chu Yi's nose. "Understand?"

"Mm." Chu Yi lowered his head and continued kneading the dough.

"I'm the same," Yan Hang said. "I'll say whatever I want to say. Always trying to figure out if you'll feel awkward is quite tiring for me too."

"I won't feel awkward," Chu Yi said.

"Oh." Yan Hang laughed.

Chu Yi raised his head and stared at him for a while. Suddenly, he opened his arms, leaned over, and hugged him tightly.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang asked.

"Pat my back," Chu Yi said very quietly, holding him closely.

Yan Hang vigorously patted his back.