When You Tong woke up, it was already past 6 o'clock in the evening. In fact, it was more accurate to say that she woke up from hunger. A lingering relationship consumed most of her strength. Now her body obviously could not bear too much.
, when she woke up, she unconsciously wanted to stretch, but suddenly found that her hands were restrained. She opened her eyes suspiciously, only to find that her hands were held by Rong Yuchi.
As soon as she moved, Rong Yuchi also woke up and asked anxiously, "You're awake, are you still tired?!"
His words made her look pale, and the hoarseness of his voice made her tremble unconsciously. She had the nerve to ask, was it not him who caused her tiredness?
You Tong glared at him with half annoyance and half anger. Her cute and delicate look was like a delicious dessert, making him move his index finger.
This was a silent temptation, even though she didn't know it.
Suddenly, there was a feeling of hunger in her stomach, which signaled her hunger, and her pink face turned completely red.
"Are you hungry?!" Rong Yuchi was so kind that he didn't tease her. Instead, he sat up, looked at the alarm clock on the bedside, and said with a plan, "Get up, take a shower first, and then let's go out to eat."
You Tong shook her head. She was so tired and didn't want to go out. After thinking about it, she softly discussed with him, "When I first came here, I saw a supermarket not far downstairs. You go and buy some."
When the food comes back, I'll cook it and we can eat here, okay?!"
Rong Yuchi was slightly startled, but he didn't say yes or no. His gaze passed over the top of her head, and his eyes were a little hollow. After a silence, he said quietly, "I'm afraid there's no way to cook here. I always had it when I was studying.
I live alone, eat out most of the time, and never have a fire in the apartment.”
After a pause, he revealed what was on his mind that he had never told anyone before, "I still remember one time before the final exam, I stayed up late reading. At midnight, I suddenly felt very hungry. I wanted to find something to eat, but...
I found there was nothing in the kitchen, so I ended up drinking some water."
At the end, he smiled self-deprecatingly, with a sad smile.
That night, he stayed up until dawn with his eyes open. He had a lot of money, many houses, and many cars, but when he was hungry, there was no one around to cook noodles for him.
Until the sky turned white, he still couldn't figure it out and asked himself in a low voice: Rong Yuchi, how could you be so lonely like this?!
You Tong's chest suddenly felt so tight that it ached. Looking at his handsome face, his heart felt sour, with a feeling of love and pain.
She wasn't trying to capture his heart or his stomach, but... it was just his lonely expression that made her really want to do something for him.
Biting her lip, she swallowed her sour emotions, gently held his arm, and pretended to be relaxed and coquettishly said to him, "I haven't cooked for a long time, don't deprive me of my fun, go quickly."
Buying vegetables! Of course, I also need to buy a pot, as well as oil, salt, vinegar, soy sauce, chicken essence, pepper, ginger slices, Sichuan peppercorns... By the way, I also need to buy an apron!"
She warned him the same way, but her gentle and soft tone triggered boundless throbbing and ecstasy in his heart. Her lengthy words seemed to have the ability to pull him out of the quagmire of heartache.
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At seven o'clock in the evening, You Tong was busy in the kitchen. She was in a very happy mood. She even hummed a song unconsciously, one after another. The lyrics were confusing, but her mood was satisfying.
Rong Yuchi said that there had never been a fire in this apartment, but now she was standing here washing his hands and making soup. This was like a declaration. He allowed her to step into his former territory and appreciate his past.
This fills in the years they missed and didn't know each other.
On Valentine's Day, cooking for your loved one is a happy experience.
The corners of her lips were slightly curved into a beautiful curve.
Braised pork with pickled vegetables, pork ribs in black pepper pot, steamed pork with curry powder, stir-fried beef tenderloin with celery, dry-roasted gajillo fish, braised lotus root in spicy sauce, shredded chicken mixed with kidney beans, crystal pork skin jelly, eight dishes, six hot dishes,
Two cool ones.
There is also a portion of cuttlefish and ribs soup being cooked in the pot. It is not completely cooked yet, but it is already full of aroma.
Rong Yuchi gently opened the glass door of the kitchen. The smell that hit his face made him couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. It smelled so good!
He smelled something like home.
His thin lips were raised slightly, and there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. The smile was so faint, so slight that even he himself didn't realize that he was smiling.
Unable to help himself, he walked towards the sink and reached out to lift the lid of the soup pot, but she was suddenly scolded by her in a sweet voice, "Don't move, it's not ready yet!"
He was noncommittal and looked at her with his deep eyes, "Don't you want to give me something to eat? Let's see what's wrong first?!"
She snorted deliberately, raised her lips slightly, and told him solemnly, "This is not for you to eat. I made it for my aunt. You have to take it to the hospital later!"
Rong Yuchi's joking expression suddenly froze. He put down the lid of the soup pot and hugged her into his arms. His heart was filled with warmth. Although the soup was not ready yet, it had already had a heart-warming effect.
You Tong was startled suddenly, still holding the spoon in her hand. She frowned slightly and wanted to push him away, "Achi, I'm a little dirty and smell of cooking smoke..."
"As long as it tastes like you." Rong Yuchi's voice became deeper and hoarse. What attracted him to her was not just the tension between men and women, but also a warm and comfortable feeling.
What to ask, he just smiled, but that smile always illuminated the darkest corner of his heart.
The soup in the soup pot boiled, and the heat seemed to rush into his chest, warming his whole body.
She pushed him away gently, turned her back shyly, turned off the fire, and then carefully poured the cooked soup into a tall round lunch box. After closing the lid, she gently filled the entire lunch box with a cloth bag.
She covered it, handed it to his hand, and said softly, "Send it to me quickly, it's best while it's hot."
She grabbed his hand and didn't realize it, but his fingertips were trembling slightly. Her fingers were very long and thin, and they would look great with rings on them.
A flash of brilliant light suddenly appeared in his deep black eyes, as if he had made some decision.