The plan for dinner tonight consists of grilled fish and mushroom spaghetti with chicken. Bai Yao also brought tea leaves and milk along, so that they can make milk tea.
Qi Ya is helping set up next to the campfire. He lights the portable stove without a hitch, and has filled the foldable pot with water to boil. Bai Yao is gutting the fish.
Of course, it’d be terribly inconvenient to cook entirely from scratch out in the wild, so Bai Yao also brought along BBQ sauce, which can be applied directly to the fish without needing other condiments.
The fish isn’t even near the flames yet, but Mu Mu’er is already picking up on the delicious food. He’s put his things to the side to come observe Bai Yao’s work.
Bai Yao, with the BBQ-marinated fish in hand, finds himself suddenly in the full embrace of a little sea otter. He chuckles, wondering how the little guy could cling to him so much, like a little paste of clay. It seems like they’ve clung to each other that much more since they confirmed their relationship, that he’d come stick himself to him whenever he doesn’t see him for a moment.
“Let go now, I still have to cook. We’ll hug later,” he pats the boy on the hand with his free hand to free his waist from a reluctant Mu Mu’er.
Then he continues observing his cooking by his side – with almost zero distance between them. His expression is clear – he wants a sneaky taste test, but he hasn’t found the opportunity yet.
“Mu’er,” says Qi Ya, before Bai Yao could start chatting.
Mu Mu’er seems a little bewildered at the moment, being interrupted from his intense staring contest with the fillets dressed in BBQ sauce. He looks at Qi Ya, who gestures to him, “come here for a second.”
Bai Yao can hear the fiendishness in Qi Ya’s call, and warily looks towards him. He’d rather not see his sea otter bullied by a bird.
When Mu Mu’er walks over obligingly, the man can’t help but tell Qi Ya, “don’t tease him all the time.”
Qi Ya ignores Bai Yao entirely, as he watches Mu Mu’er sit down with a smile. There is a small distance between them remaining – just enough for him to dash if needed.
“Mu’er, do you know snow leopards really like to play with their own tails?” Qi Ya has a wooden branch in hand to help with his demonstration, “when they’re relaxed and bored, they’d lie on the ground and keep chomping at their tail in their mouth. They’re cute and ‘adorkable,’ aren’t they?”
“Make sure you keep an eye out next time if your boyfriend would do the same. If you see it, remember to take a photograph and send it to me, thanks.”
Bai Yao, who hears him clear as day “…”
Mu Mu’er, though, is too distracted to care, actually. As he’s just realised Qi Ya is holding a branch he picked earlier – his favourite one, the one that looks a lot like a giraffe. He wants it back.
“Big bird-gege…” says Mu Mu’er, as Qi Ya throws the branch into the fire.
Qi Ya “Yeah?”
Mu Mu’er, saddened, “nothing…”
The crow is bothering his sea otter. Bai Yao walks over with his freshly grilled fish and gives the two of them one each, while telling Qi Ya, “now eat and stop teasing him.”
“Hey, no fair, you tease him too.”
Bai Yao slaps him lightly on the head, “go tease your own little fox when you get together with him.”
Then he walks back to the stove while continuing to grill the rest of the fish over the fire. After about ten minutes, with the fish finished, Bai Yao starts portioning the pasta he put inside earlier, and plates the meal in front of the campfire.
He meticulously removes the little bones of all the fish intended for Mu Mu’er before handing them to him, barely eating any himself, clearly concerned his boyfriend would be wounded by sharp bones in the throat.
Qi Ya, busily fighting against his own fillets next door, finds himself quite distraught. He’s pretty full with the dog food presented already, he finds.
When the dinner is almost finished, Bai Yao pours two cups of milk tea out from the insulated bottle, handing one to Mu Mu’er and the other to Qi Ya.
There is a fragrance in the air; as Qi Ya takes a sip, he notices Mu Mu’er raise the cup to Bai Yao instead, letting him drink. Bai Yao drinks as-is without taking the cup, before leaning over to put his lips onto the boy, sharing a milk tea-flavoured kiss.
Qi Ya, sitting coldly, alone “…”
What the heck, man.
“Fine, fine, you two have some quality time then, I’ll go find my own fun,” says Qi ‘the Self-Aware Third Wheel’ Ya, as he rises to stretch and grab his own bag with him towards his tent, “remember to get up early to see the sunrise. No sleeping in. I’ll be knocking at five-thirty, sharp.”
Bai Yao answers, while seeing that Qi Ya is heading off, adds, “oh, the tents…”
“Yeah, yeah, the single one is mine, right? You two get the double,” Qi Ya waves without looking back, mumbling, “I should’ve just brought a single tent. We could’ve snuggled together.”
Bai Yao, the academically trained cook, is good enough that his simple grilled fish can possibly even fill the foothills with an alluring aroma; thus, after seeing Qi Ya off into the tent, he turns around only to find Mu Mu’er having hoarded the rest of the grilled fish in the plate, and is currently busy stuffing them into his mouth.
When he’s finished, he continues licking his fingers, clearly still having room for more. Only then does he notice Bai Yao’s gaze and blushes, putting his hand down.
Bai Yao is amused by the ravenous display. He narrows his eyes, asking, “full yet?”
Mu Mu’er immediately nods, mumbling a few times, “full, yes, Mu’er is full.”
Bai Yao is pretty sure he’s still hungry for more, though.
The plan for dinner tonight consists of grilled fish and mushroom spaghetti with chicken. Bai Yao also brought tea leaves and milk along, so that they can make milk tea.
Qi Ya is helping set up next to the campfire. He lights the portable stove without a hitch, and has filled the foldable pot with water to boil. Bai Yao is gutting the fish.
Of course, it’d be terribly inconvenient to cook entirely from scratch out in the wild, so Bai Yao also brought along BBQ sauce, which can be applied directly to the fish without needing other condiments.
The fish isn’t even near the flames yet, but Mu Mu’er is already picking up on the delicious food. He’s put his things to the side to come observe Bai Yao’s work.
Bai Yao, with the BBQ-marinated fish in hand, finds himself suddenly in the full embrace of a little sea otter. He chuckles, wondering how the little guy could cling to him so much, like a little paste of clay. It seems like they’ve clung to each other that much more since they confirmed their relationship, that he’d come stick himself to him whenever he doesn’t see him for a moment.
“Let go now, I still have to cook. We’ll hug later,” he pats the boy on the hand with his free hand to free his waist from a reluctant Mu Mu’er.
Then he continues observing his cooking by his side – with almost zero distance between them. His expression is clear – he wants a sneaky taste test, but he hasn’t found the opportunity yet.
“Mu’er,” says Qi Ya, before Bai Yao could start chatting.
Mu Mu’er seems a little bewildered at the moment, being interrupted from his intense staring contest with the fillets dressed in BBQ sauce. He looks at Qi Ya, who gestures to him, “come here for a second.”
Bai Yao can hear the fiendishness in Qi Ya’s call, and warily looks towards him. He’d rather not see his sea otter bullied by a bird.
When Mu Mu’er walks over obligingly, the man can’t help but tell Qi Ya, “don’t tease him all the time.”
Qi Ya ignores Bai Yao entirely, as he watches Mu Mu’er sit down with a smile. There is a small distance between them remaining – just enough for him to dash if needed.
“Mu’er, do you know snow leopards really like to play with their own tails?” Qi Ya has a wooden branch in hand to help with his demonstration, “when they’re relaxed and bored, they’d lie on the ground and keep chomping at their tail in their mouth. They’re cute and ‘adorkable,’ aren’t they?”
“Make sure you keep an eye out next time if your boyfriend would do the same. If you see it, remember to take a photograph and send it to me, thanks.”
Bai Yao, who hears him clear as day “…”
Mu Mu’er, though, is too distracted to care, actually. As he’s just realised Qi Ya is holding a branch he picked earlier – his favourite one, the one that looks a lot like a giraffe. He wants it back.
“Big bird-gege…” says Mu Mu’er, as Qi Ya throws the branch into the fire.
Qi Ya “Yeah?”
Mu Mu’er, saddened, “nothing…”
The crow is bothering his sea otter. Bai Yao walks over with his freshly grilled fish and gives the two of them one each, while telling Qi Ya, “now eat and stop teasing him.”
“Hey, no fair, you tease him too.”
Bai Yao slaps him lightly on the head, “go tease your own little fox when you get together with him.”
Then he walks back to the stove while continuing to grill the rest of the fish over the fire. After about ten minutes, with the fish finished, Bai Yao starts portioning the pasta he put inside earlier, and plates the meal in front of the campfire.
He meticulously removes the little bones of all the fish intended for Mu Mu’er before handing them to him, barely eating any himself, clearly concerned his boyfriend would be wounded by sharp bones in the throat.
Qi Ya, busily fighting against his own fillets next door, finds himself quite distraught. He’s pretty full with the dog food presented already, he finds.
When the dinner is almost finished, Bai Yao pours two cups of milk tea out from the insulated bottle, handing one to Mu Mu’er and the other to Qi Ya.
There is a fragrance in the air; as Qi Ya takes a sip, he notices Mu Mu’er raise the cup to Bai Yao instead, letting him drink. Bai Yao drinks as-is without taking the cup, before leaning over to put his lips onto the boy, sharing a milk tea-flavoured kiss.
Qi Ya, sitting coldly, alone “…”
What the heck, man.
“Fine, fine, you two have some quality time then, I’ll go find my own fun,” says Qi ‘the Self-Aware Third Wheel’ Ya, as he rises to stretch and grab his own bag with him towards his tent, “remember to get up early to see the sunrise. No sleeping in. I’ll be knocking at five-thirty, sharp.”
Bai Yao answers, while seeing that Qi Ya is heading off, adds, “oh, the tents…”
“Yeah, yeah, the single one is mine, right? You two get the double,” Qi Ya waves without looking back, mumbling, “I should’ve just brought a single tent. We could’ve snuggled together.”
Bai Yao, the academically trained cook, is good enough that his simple grilled fish can possibly even fill the foothills with an alluring aroma; thus, after seeing Qi Ya off into the tent, he turns around only to find Mu Mu’er having hoarded the rest of the grilled fish in the plate, and is currently busy stuffing them into his mouth.
When he’s finished, he continues licking his fingers, clearly still having room for more. Only then does he notice Bai Yao’s gaze and blushes, putting his hand down.
Bai Yao is amused by the ravenous display. He narrows his eyes, asking, “full yet?”
Mu Mu’er immediately nods, mumbling a few times, “full, yes, Mu’er is full.”
Bai Yao is pretty sure he’s still hungry for more, though.
