Chapter 51

Seeing Guan Tang remaining silent, Mo Chengchuan didn't insist on waiting for his answer and soon offered his own suggestion: "How about potato pies with soy milk?"
Potato-filled pancake used to be a breakfast in the school cafeteria. The crispy crust is filled with savory shredded potatoes and mixed with a little bit of chili powder and cumin powder that Guang Tang loves. But during the holidays, the cafeteria window is closed, and Guang Tang wants to eat it again. So, Mo Chengchuan learns how to make it himself. Although the final product is not exactly the same as the cafeteria's taste, Guang Tang still loves it and even only eats it for breakfast for a long time.
Actually, Guan Tang doesn't really love to eat this. He is a bit greedy and no one who is greedy will only love to eat one thing. He is just happy to eat this rare treat.
Therefore, as soon as Mo Chengchuan mentioned this, Guan Tang's small emotional turmoil was immediately calmed down, and she reluctantly said, "Okay."
Mo Chengchuan nodded and said, "You go back to sleep for a while." After speaking, he went out.
Kuang Tang couldn't sleep, so he started playing with his phone in bed out of habit. His new book hasn't been decided yet, and there's no extra content, and even the daily must-sent Weibo hasn't been sent - he used to chat with netizens on Weibo when bored, and that would share something interesting with everyone. Now, he sees something interesting, first he laughs, and then he wants to shout for Mo Chengchuan to come and see...
网友彻底失宠了。
However, they are completely unaware of it, and after seeing Guan Tang finally post on Weibo, they all express their longing for him in the comments: "Dog Dad, you haven't died yet? What about the extra chapters? What about the physical books? What about new works? Since you have nothing, just die, I'll pretend that I don't have a Dad like you."
Of course, there are also people who express different demands: Why doesn't dad take a selfie? Please show us your face.
At one time, netizens rushed to his Weibo for a glimpse during the frenzy, but they no longer appear as intimidating when the hype dwindles. But some have remained and mixed in with his original fans, gradually becoming localized, such as changing their address to Guangtang from "little brother" to "dad".
Guantan looked around at the comments and couldn't help but curiously open the camera, looking left and right at the lens, thinking, "Is he really that handsome? Then why can Mochengchuan remain so calm? Why does Mochengchuan get distracted when he walks around in his home clothes in front of him?"
He thought carefully for a moment, probably because Mo Chengchuan insisted on exercising, so his figure was very neat, with distinct shoulders and legs, and the soft fabric adhered to the contours of his muscles, making him appear particularly appealing, with a masculine charm.
He touched his stomach, not to mention the shape of muscles, with his fingers poking, surprisingly still soft, he couldn't help but feel a little sigh. This is the precious wealth left to him by years of being a recluse.
After sitting at the dining table, Guan Tang first took a picture and posted it on Weibo, then somewhat reservedly only ate two pancakes, claiming to be full. He had originally planned to eat only one, but couldn't resist and ended up eating the second one.
Guantang ate less than Mo Chengchuan had expected, but not enough to catch Mo Chengchuan's attention--if he hadn't been saying "I'm full" while staring at the cakes on the plate. The look in his eyes was almost like licking the cakes from a distance.
Mengcheng Mo doesn't like eating this kind of heavy breakfast early in the morning. He has always eaten less and would rather drink more soy milk. It's hard to say that Guan Tang specially left it for him.
With just a glance, Mo Chengchuan asked, "Are you really full?"
Guan Tang did not respond, only saying, "I'm not eating anymore." He took his eyes off the golden-brown cakes, to divert attention, and started to drink the soy milk in large gulps. Soy milk is good, easy to digest, and won't make you gain weight.
Meng Chengchuan looked at him and suddenly asked, "You are drinking so much water, what if you need to go to the restroom later?"
"It's okay, it's not like both of my legs are broken, I can still hold onto something for support." Despite what he said, Guan Tang realized that he had consumed too much soy milk and quietly put down his cup.
"Eat it." Mo Chengchuan's eyes showed a hint of a smile, appearing natural and sincere, "You know I don't like this, it would be a waste if I don't eat it."
"Don't make so much next time." Guan Tang said this in one go, a total of eight words, and she already had the pancake clamped between her chopsticks. As soon as the words fell, she started to nibble on it, "It's delicious."
Guantang's meal is especially fragrant, which should be considered a rare advantage. Eating at the same table with him always brings a cheerful mood and a peculiar sense of satisfaction.
Meng Chengchuan looked at him and asked, "Are you really okay being alone at home?"
Guan Tang was chewing something in his mouth, grabbed the soy milk to drink, and shook his head at Meng Chengchuan.
"Just said, going to the bathroom is probably inconvenient, what should we do?" Although the bathroom of the Mo Chengchuan family is considered large compared to the Guan Tang family, it is not the configuration of a top-notch mansion, at least the wheelchair is really inconvenient to enter and cannot be turned around.
"Didn't I say so? Jump and grab onto something." Guan Tang finished chewing on something in his mouth, swallowed, and then spoke.
Mo Chengchuan asked, "Are you hungry?"
Guan Tang still didn't care, saying, "We have plenty of food stocked up, right? We have fruits and bread. Don't worry, I won't go to the kitchen."
Mo Chengchuan asked one sentence at a time, and finally asked, "What should I do if there is a fire?" Guan Tang finally finished his illness, looked at Mo Chengchuan blankly, and said, "Are you thinking too much?"
Mo Chengchuan coughed lightly and said somewhat seriously, "It's not completely impossible."
Guan Tang looked at him strangely, didn't answer the question, just nodded to indicate that she understood, and then ate up her own pancake.
When Mo Chengchuan left, Guan Tang was sitting in a wheelchair, brushing Weibo with his head down. Mo Chengchuan said, "I'm going out." Guan Tang just responded casually.
"Call me if there's anything." Mo Chengchuan emphasized again.
Guan Tang stretched out a hand and waved it without looking up, saying, "Alright, I understand, go quickly."
Mo Chengchuan hadn't left yet, standing there looking down at him, with a somewhat condescending tone, asking, "Can you really handle it on your own?"
Guantang finally couldn't stand it anymore and spoke: "I've been alone for many years and I haven't managed to kill myself. I've just broken a leg, it's not that bad, really not that bad, Mo."
Meng Chengchuan nodded and said, "Then I'll go."
Finally, he left, and Guan Tang focused on checking her Weibo messages.
"It's not from outside, it's made in our own home."
- It's not me who did it, I don't have this skill.
- It's not my dad who did it, he's at home.
……
After several replies from Guan Tang, and also noticing that the dining table and utensils in the background are different from the ones in Guan Tang's house, someone finally guessed the correct answer: Are you at your partner's house?
Shangmu: Confidential~
Yes, that's right, with a cool little wave symbol. Everyone immediately realized that this wasn't about showing off breakfast, it was about feeding dog food.
After experiencing countless difficulties, Guan Tang finally guided the comment section in the direction he wanted. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked up with a proud expression, only to find the room empty, with only himself.
At this moment, he felt for the first time that the house Mo Chengchuan bought was indeed a bit too big, and the surroundings were quiet, which made it seem very empty.
However, before this feeling could have a lasting process, Guan Tang was shocked to see Mo Chengchuan walk back again.
"Did something fall?" Guan Tang sat in his wheelchair, looking up, and asked stupidly.
Mo Chengchuan walked up to him and squatted down. Guan Tang held two phones in his hands, so Mo Chengchuan naturally put his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, and the positions of the two people instantly changed. Guan Tang looked at Mo Chengchuan from top to bottom, always looking at him, and even couldn't help but move back when he approached. "What are you doing?"
这个动作让莫呈川略微有些不高兴：“你躲什么？”
“你突然蹲下来干什么？”
莫呈川没说话，看了看关棠的脚腕，然后问：“忘了问你，今天脚还疼吗？”
Guan Tang was puzzled and slightly tilted her head, saying, "It's okay."
"Remember to apply hot compresses. If you have any problems, just give me a call. Don't always be so careless and indifferent."
Guantang nodded in a daze.
Mo Chengchuan still raised his head to look at him, and after a moment of silence, he sighed and said, "Can you really do it?"
Guantang looked into Mo Chengchuan's eyes the whole time, suddenly felt relieved, put down his phone and grabbed his hand, "No, I think I still have some issues."
"What's the matter?" Mo Chengchuan asked quickly, almost instinctively blurting out the question, and then regretting it.
For a moment, Guan Tang was also bewildered, scratching his head in his head. What's the matter? Going to the bathroom is not a problem, being hungry is not a problem...he blurted out, "I'm afraid I'll think of you."
As their gazes met in the air, there was no immediate change in Mo Chengchuan's expression. Instead, a hint of a smile gradually appeared, light and pure, but particularly genuine.
It's Guan Tang's turn to regret now. He's used to throwing straight balls. Sometimes, he's not really trying to be a bootlicker, but his heart is too straightforward and his mouth is too fast. He can't turn the corner at all. But when he sees Mo Chengchuan's smile, he feels that this person is simply too good-looking, and his smile is too charming. It seems like there's nothing to regret.
It's no wonder that he has aged so much in the past few years and made no progress. He always lets the same person knock some sense into him. It's really Mo Chengchuan. At eighteen, he had the charm of an eighteen-year-old, and at twenty-eight, he had the charm of a twenty-eight-year-old. One fall is not enough for him, he is willing to fall again.
Guantan even feels that, even if it's another ten years, twenty years, thirty years... as long as Mo Chengchuan stands in front of him, the result of the matter will not take another turn.
There won't be another person, like Mo Chengchuan, who grows right in his heart, who doesn't smile when he calls him eye-catching, and softens his heart when he smiles. He knows he's a tough nut to crack, but he still wants to take a bite at all costs.
Guantang also smiled, he smiled even more openly than Mochengchuan, and both of his dimples showed. He still held Mochengchuan's hand and gave it a tug meaningfully, then asked, "Don't you miss me?"