Fics like of brothers and mid-day breakfasts

“Okay,” Mo Guan Shan nods. “How do you like your eggs?” “Scrambled,” is all he says. No mention of how he likes it cooked, no preference for seasoning, no specifications of any kind. He Cheng doesn’t really care as long as it’s edible and won’t upset his stomach. After just about twenty minutes, Mo Guan Shan puts down a plate of the fluffiest looking scrambled eggs He Cheng has ever been served. He takes a forkful and lets out a low pleased sound at the back of his throat. “Good?” “It is.” “Yeah. Figured you and Tian like your scrambled eggs the same.” Mo Guan Shan comments. “First time I made it he looked so pissed even though he couldn’t stop shovelling eggs in his mouth. Thought he might’ve hated it and was just eating it to, I don’t know, not hurt my feelings or some shit, but then I heard him curse you under his breath and ask for seconds.” A thought that comes to He Cheng: He Tian eats breakfast and likes his eggs scrambled just like him. -- in which Mo Guan Shan makes breakfast and He Cheng gets a glimpse of the little things that make up He Tian and discovers the ways he has been a part of him

Fics like of brothers and mid-day breakfasts

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