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Dong’er loved her Tang-dage, but she really didn’t understand sometimes how Sui-dage could continuously put up with a partner that was, most of the time, a six-year-old child trapped in a twenty-some-year-old body.
This was, once again, her thought as she looked on at the current scene in the kitchen, where Tang-dage and Sui-dage were making breakfast. Or rather, where Sui-dage was making breakfast while Tang-dage was milling about, chiming in with unwarranted criticism and running interference.
“Guangchaun! I told you the jianbing batter consistency looked off! See, it’s too thick now!” He woefully prodded the jianbing on the griddle while Sui Zhou barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes before nudging the other out of the way so he could check the readiness of the jianbing.
Predictably, Tang Fan moved on to another item on the counter. “Waah.... are these the youtiao from that street stall I told you about?” With his eyes lighting up like stars, he gently set his chopsticks down and not-so-discreetly moved to pinch off the top of the youtiao, only to have his hands smacked with the spatula. “Ow! Guangchuan, you hit me!” he wailed while nursing his hand, looking onward at the Jinyiwei with a look of betrayal.
Sui Zhou met his gaze with raised brows in between applying fluid strokes of bean paste. “Save it for the jianbing. Don’t eat now,” he chided without real heat.
Tang Fan pouted as he plopped down onto a barrel and started kicking his legs around. “But I’m hungry....and they’re best enjoyed hot!” he tried to reason, eyes not leaving the tantalizing sticks of fried dough sticking out of their paper wrapper.
Sui Zhou gave him a pointed look. “You wanted jianbingguozi. Jianbingguozi requires youtiao.” To emphasize his point, he grabbed the youtiao Tang Fan tried to steal earlier and threw it down onto the jianbing.
A mischievous grin flashed across Tang Fan’s features. He suddenly jumped up and edged into Sui Zhou’s personal space, causing the latter to lean back slightly, wariness written on his face. Tang Fan smiled prettily and batted his lashes, leaning into the counter, though thankfully far enough away from the griddle to not get burnt. “But one little bite can’t hurt, right? Guangchuan-xiong...” he pleaded, batting his lashes a few more times for effect.
Sui Zhou stared blankly at the other man for several heartbeats, caught between mild disbelief at the childishness the other man was willing to display and the treacherous little part of him that decided the display was (almost) cute. With ungodly speed, he threw on the rest of the ingredients, rolled up the jianbing, bundled it with some paper, and thrusted it at Tang Fan. “Your jianbingguozi,” he declared awkwardly, snapping his hands immediately back to his hips when the other eagerly snatched up the food.
Tang Fan looked at him like he was Buddha. And then he looked at the food like it was Buddha. And then he proceeded to take a monstrous bite most unlike Buddha. Sui Zhou initially seemed like he wanted to caution Tang Fan on the food being too hot, but settled for a sigh instead when the latter started huffing around the bite of burning food, “Haw! Haw! Sho haw!” He fanned the front of his mouth frantically while Sui Zhou just shook his head and turned his attention back to the griddle to start on a second one.
After Tang Fan finally managed to swallow, he cried out, “Guangchuan, this is soo good! So delicious! Too delicious!” He excitedly chomped down again while fluttering his eyes close dreamily.
Watching the scholar out of the corner of his eye, Sui Zhou couldn’t help a smile from twitching onto his face even as he continued to shake his head in apparent exasperation.
From across the courtyard, Dong’er mirrored Sui-dage’s head-shaking, though her own smile was for a different reason. Well, she’d never fully understand, she supposed. But she was glad her Tang-dage had someone like Sui-dage to embrace and accommodate all of him, including the childish parts. And at the end of the day, she knew that Tang-dage embraced and accommodated all parts of Sui-dage too, some of which the guarded man still refused to reveal to anyone but Tang-dage. She was glad they had each other...
A loud crash sounded from the kitchen. “Oops. Sorry, Guangchuan—”
“Runqing! Out!”
…even if one of them did have the trouble-making tendencies of a six-year-old.