The story of a boy from a mountain village and a seemingly powerful senior who met for the first time: "Who are you?" Ye Tang stared at the person who walked into the living room and looked up at him coldly, and swallowed in shock. "Well, you are the senior who lives here, hello, I am..." Looking at the senior who walked into the bedroom alone and closed the door, he looked at his hand stretched out in the air. Although he was a little shorter and thinner, he still didn't blend in with the air. Ye Tang: "..." Sitting at the dining table, after thinking for a long time, Ye Tang decided to politely ask if the strange senior had eaten. According to the strange senior's temperament, he probably wouldn't pay attention to him. He watched the strange senior student eating his own meal with an expressionless face across from him, and from time to time he picked out the dishes he didn't like and put them on his side. Ye Tang really wanted to slap himself, so he swallowed again and silently picked up the rice in the bowl. Senior, has anyone ever taught you not to do to others what you don't want others to do to you? Then Ye Tang said, "Senior, pass me the green onion" and silently stretched out a white hand, holding, um, spinach. Then Ye Tang said, "Senior, what are you going to eat today?" He silently stretched out a white hand, holding the car keys on his phone, and went out to eat. Then Ye Tang said, "Senior, who is the girl hosting with you today? She's quite pretty." He silently stretched out a fair hand and put it on someone's butt. "I'll give you another chance. Who's pretty?" Congratulations on winning the prize and receiving a jealous husband.