It was already very late when she came out of Han Qiulin's house. Feng Qingge originally planned to send Xue Xichen back to Huamanlou. But Du Ziying said that he would send Xue Xichen away. In view of her current embarrassing position, Feng Qingge also knew that she did not have any qualifications. Leaving Xue Xichen. He reluctantly said goodbye to Xue Xichen. He opened his mouth and wanted to persuade him to stay, but he couldn't say any words to persuade him to stay. He watched helplessly as Xue Xichen and Du Ziying left without any nostalgia. Stifled, sore, and lost. He has already tasted the pain of loss. When will he be able to get her forgiveness? He really doesn't want to watch her go further and further away from him again and again, leaving his world step by step. .
It was dinner time when Xue Xichen returned to Phoenix Tower. Since she went out today and did not say when she would be back, she did not prepare her meal. Xue Xichen had no choice but to go into the kitchen and prepare her own dinner.
Dinner for one person should be simple. Xue Xichen was too lazy to make those fancy things. He picked up the leftover ingredients and made a pot of Laba rice. The fragrant Laba rice was so tempting that just by smelling it, he dropped his head. He endured it. Xue Xichen couldn't help but move her index finger. She held the hot Laba rice in her hands. Her brows were filled with joy. She walked out of the kitchen contentedly and prepared to feast on her meal.
As soon as I walked out of the door, I bumped into the phantom coming from the scent. When I saw Xue Xichen, the phantom laughed. "Xichen, I knew you must be making delicious food when I smelled the fragrance from afar. Why? Do it today? What a delicious meal."
"Who told you not to prepare my dinner?" Xue Xichen glared and blamed angrily.
"I don't know when you will come back." Phantom shrugged innocently. "What if you make too much and you don't come back to eat, wouldn't it be a waste? Aren't you the most against waste?"
"Excuse." Xue Xichen glared and ignored the phantom. He went back to the room with the laba rice. Unexpectedly, the phantom followed him all the way, as if he was looking for incense. Xue Xichen tilted his head and asked: "Ying, you follow me. What are you doing?"
The phantom smiled like a ruffian and said roguely: "I'm hungry. I wonder if I can ask you for a bowl of rice."
"No. This is my dinner." Xue Xichen held the bowl tightly in her arms as if she were protecting her food. She stared at a certain man warily and resolutely resisted all shameless people who peeked into her dinner. She said: "I'm hungry. Just do it yourself.”
Xue Xichen glared and hugged the rice tighter. "Get out of the way. Don't even think about trying to get my dinner."
"Xichen. You, you, you, you." This was really not a joke.
Phantom chuckled. He stopped teasing Xue Xichen. He touched Xue Xichen's hair and said softly: "Come in quickly and eat. The food has been prepared long ago and has been sent to your room. Come in quickly and eat." Bar."
"Eh..." Xue Xichen looked surprised, then showed a bright smile. She stuffed the laba rice into Phantom's hand, stretched out her arms and hugged Phantom's neck, and said happily, "Thank you, Shadow. I I know you are the best. I will reward you with this bowl of rice." After that, she let go of Phantom and jumped away.
Left behind by Xue Xichen, Phantom held the laba rice that Xue Xichen stuffed for him. His heart felt warm. The fragrant scent of datura flowers lingered in his nose. Her body temperature remained on his body. His heart beat "thumping, "Plop" was like a boy falling in love for the first time. He lost his rhythm because of her sudden closeness.
Xichen...my Xichen...
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That year...
The lanterns are on and night falls.
Dazzling neon lights illuminate the quiet city. Thousands of households are brightly lit. The bustling streets are crowded with people who like nightlife. Everyone sings, dances and crowds to their heart's content, enjoying the passion brought by the silent night. .
Today, Xue Meitong went on a mission. She dragged her exhausted body back home. She felt her belly which was flat due to hunger. She felt resentful and lamented in her heart. If someone could cook for her at home at this moment, then life would be like that. How happy.
After entering the entrance hall, I took off my shoes. There was a nauseating burnt smell coming from the kitchen. Thick smoke came out from the kitchen. Xuemei Tong was startled. She thought she had forgotten to turn off the gas stove when she went out today. There was a fire at home. She immediately had the urge to call the police.
Then I thought about it. That's not right. She clearly remembered turning it off.
He got into the kitchen and tried hard to hold his breath. He still couldn't avoid the poisonous gas. Xue Xichen's brows knitted into knots. She looked at the vague and almost indistinguishable figure in the smoke. Xue Meitong called out tentatively. "Ye." Charming.”
"Tongtong. You are back."
The voice is naturally cool and cool. It has two or three points of joy. It is indeed Ye Mei.
"Ye Mei. What are you doing?"
"Tongtong, you go take a shower and change clothes. The food will be ready soon." There was a sound of pots and pans clattering, and Ye Mei faintly heard a muffled groan. It seemed that she accidentally burned it.
Ha... Ye Mei was cooking for her... This man who only knew how to wield a sword and kill people would one day come into the kitchen to cook for her... Xue Mei Tong felt that this world was fantasy.
But what's going on with all the fumes in the kitchen?
A drop of cold sweat broke out on Xuemei Tong's forehead. She had to ask: "Ye Mei, have you turned on the range hood?"
"Range hood. What kind of range hood?" Ye Mei was busy, adding water and refueling. He was in a hurry. It was so exciting.
Cold sweat dropped on Xuetong's forehead. "It's the one above the stove..."
"Stove. Oh, this. It turns out this is called a range hood. I thought it was a decoration. I never use this thing." After a pause, Ye Mei asked like a good student: "This How to use things."
Xuemei Tong resisted the urge to throw Ye Mei out of the kitchen. She patiently told Ye Mei, "There is a switch on it. You press it."
Ye Mei searched carefully. Sure enough, she found the button. When she pressed it, there was a whirring sound. The oil smoke dispersed. The kitchen suddenly felt refreshed.
"It turns out this thing is so useful."
Ye Mei seemed to have discovered a new world. Her eyes were shining and she was extremely excited.
Xue Meitong had a black line on her face. Ye Mei probably spent no time in the kitchen 365 days a year. She didn't even know that she needed to turn on the range hood for cooking.
"Oops.. it's blurry.."
Suddenly, Ye Mei heard a scream. A burning smell hit her face. The cooking pot caught fire due to the contact of oil and water. Xue Mei's brows furrowed tightly.
"Ye Mei. I'll do it."
Really unable to stand the sight, Xue Meitong stepped forward, put on an apron, took the "guy" from Ye Mei's hand, turned off the fire, poured out the burnt vegetables, washed the pot, put on the stove, and relighted the fire.
"Ye Mei. What do you want to cook?"
“Garlic Bones.”
Ye Mei watched seriously as Xue Meitong expertly fried the pork ribs with gravy until they were golden. She was amazed. "Tong Tong, you are really good. Do you often cook?"
Xue Meitong replied quietly while cooking. "I usually live alone and can only cook by myself."
"Yeah."
Ye Mei feels sorry for Xue Mei Tong. She must have had a hard time alone these years.