A Coincidence of Perfectly Missing Each Other

Song Yihe watched the livestream, the corners of his mouth lifting without his noticing.

But the kitchen looked a little familiar.

It resembled the apartment he had lived in during college.

The more he watched, the hungrier he got, so he decided to cook some noodles.

Noodles were the quickest thing to make. Once the water boiled, Song Yihe tossed in a handful of dried noodles.

At the same time, he kept an eye on the livestream.

An Zhiwu was taking bayberry juice out of the refrigerator.

A layer of condensation covered the chilled glass, and the bayberry juice inside was a rich color.

An Zhiwu took a sip for the camera. "It's so delicious, sweet and sour! I made the bayberry juice ahead of time too. It's really simple to make, so I'll write down the recipe for everyone in a bit. But for my stomach's sake, I'll wait until it isn't so cold before drinking it."

Hearing that, Song Yihe inexplicably felt a little happier. It seemed An Zhiwu remembered his medical advice at all times.

Such an obedient patient.

She was rather likable.

As he thought about that, the noodles in the pot were nearly done. Song Yihe added a few greens, then dished up the noodles.

Half an hour passed.

An Zhiwu opened the oven.

She took out the baking tray. The wings on it were dark brown, with beads of oil still sizzling on their surface.

An Zhiwu gave them a sniff. "They smell amazing! My cuties, I'm digging in!"

— I can smell them through the screen

— My mouth is watering like crazy

— They look a bit like New Orleans-style wings

— I'm going to get the oven out of my storage room

— Why is An'an so good at taking care of a home!!

— May I ask how much bride price it takes to marry An'an??!!

— Don't even think about it, person above. None of you are worthy. An'an is mine

An Zhiwu took the food to the dining table and served herself a small bowl of rice.

She had made a few changes to the apartment everywhere except the kitchen. The whole place had a cute, girly style, and plenty of plush toys were piled around the room, making it a perfect backdrop for livestreams.

She picked up a wingette with her chopsticks and put the whole thing in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged, and in less than a minute, she spat out an intact wing bone.

"It's so delicious! The wings have a fresh hint of lemon, and they're crispy outside and tender inside. If I weren't worried about putting too much strain on my stomach, I think I could eat twenty of them."

— Hahaha, I can do that trick too, a whole wingette in one bite

— I'm horrified. How can a mouth that small fit a whole wingette?

— Is it because of a filter? An'an's cooking always looks so appetizing

— Don't joke, person above. What streamer doesn't use filters and beauty effects these days?

— Does An'an use beauty effects too?

— Calling it level-ten beauty effects wouldn't be an exaggeration. Otherwise, have you ever seen skin like that?

An Zhiwu didn't see the comments just then because she was busy shoveling down her meal: a bite of rice, a bite of tofu puff, then a wingette, followed by a sip of sour plum soup.

Human happiness amounted to little more than this.

Song Yihe ate the noodles in his bowl and frowned slightly as he read the comments in the livestream.

These viewers really had no eye for things. Her skin was naturally that good—the kind where you couldn't see a single pore—and it was so fair it glowed.

Thinking of that, he felt a little embarrassed. Since when had he started paying attention to things like that?

He looked back at An Zhiwu in the livestream. Her cheeks were puffed out as she stuffed food into her mouth, bite after bite.

Before she had even swallowed, she couldn't wait to start talking on the livestream again.

The way An Zhiwu ate really whetted the appetite.

But for some reason, looking at the plain noodles in watery broth in his bowl, Song Yihe suddenly lost his appetite.

The food she made looked delicious.

After ending the livestream, An Zhiwu soaked her feet as usual and went to bed.

She browsed Little Green Book for a while, getting ready to sleep.

Suddenly, she remembered something.

She opened WeChat on her phone, found Song Yihe's account, and tapped into his Moments.

Huh?

There's nothing?

Could he have deleted me?

To check, she couldn't resist sending him a "." When she saw that it went through, she quickly recalled it.

Phew. Her heart was pounding a little.

Would Song Yihe think she was trying to get her attention?

Would he reply?

But after waiting over an hour, she still hadn't received a reply.

She felt a little lost. A busy person like Dr. Song probably wouldn't pay attention to something so trivial.

She decided to go to sleep early.

Before going to sleep, she opened the alarm on her phone and changed it from 6:00 to 5:00.

Early the next morning, the alarm went off.

An Zhiwu rubbed her eyes, which she could barely open.

This is way too early.

She pulled herself together, got up, and washed.

Fortunately, the summer weather was hot, and by the time she had brushed her teeth and washed her face, she was fully awake.

An Zhiwu applied a "no-makeup" makeup look.

She checked herself in the mirror. Unless a man studied makeup regularly, well, he probably wouldn't be able to tell she was wearing any.

Everything was perfect.

Then An Zhiwu applied a thick layer of sunscreen and headed out to Lakeside Park.

Since it was only a little after five, there weren't many people exercising at Lakeside Park yet.

An Zhiwu looked around as she jogged.

Strange. Didn't Song Yihe say he always came running a little after five? Did he not come today?

Or was he just pulling my leg?

By the time she finished running five kilometers, it was nearly six, and there was still no sign of Song Yihe.

All right, looks like he's not coming.

She had done her makeup for nothing too.

A little discouraged, An Zhiwu headed back.

She planned to take a shower when she got home, then go back to bed!

6:20.

Song Yihe came to Lakeside Garden for a run in his newly purchased workout clothes.

He ran three laps without seeing any sign of An Zhiwu.

Has she given up on her morning runs?

He had praised her for nothing last night. It seemed she wasn't particularly careful about following his medical advice after all.

He glanced at the time. It was already seven.

The sun at this hour made it unsuitable for running too.

Song Yihe smiled and shook his head.

What am I thinking?

He left Lakeside Park, preparing to head to Zhikang.

It was already past nine when An Zhiwu woke up.

Sunlight streamed through a gap in the curtains, heating up the bedroom.

She glanced at her phone and saw that Wang Wenbo had added her to the WeChat group for this shoot's production team.

She skimmed the group messages. Everyone had already started editing the promotional video.

She didn't want to hold the rest of the team back.

She got up at once and started editing the video.

By the time she finished editing her portion, it was already afternoon.

An Zhiwu rubbed her stomach and thought, Sorry, I forgot to feed you a proper meal again.

It was so late that she didn't feel like going out to buy groceries, so An Zhiwu opened a food delivery app and ordered herself some braised noodles.

The delivered braised noodles weren't very good; they had already clumped together a little by the time they arrived.

Fortunately, An Zhiwu wasn't a picky eater. As long as the food filled her stomach, it was fine.

As she ate the braised noodles, An Zhiwu sent the edited short video to Song Yihe: [Dr. Song, could you see if there's anything else in this video that needs changing?]

Song Yihe didn't reply immediately.