Yu Ningjiang paused for a few seconds, and Wen Feiran inexplicably caught a trace of regret in his eyes.
"Could you come in and help me adjust the water temperature?"
Wen Feiran: "Okay."
After that, the room door would open almost every half hour, and Yu Ningjiang's problems seemed endless, like squeezing toothpaste.
"There seems to be something wrong with the light, could you take a look?"
Is there something wrong with the Wi-Fi? Why can't I connect to the internet suddenly?
"Could you please get me another kettle of water? I've already finished drinking."
"Could you help me find some scissors? There's a loose thread on my clothes."
"..."
Yu Ningjiang looked at Wen Feiran, who worked tirelessly and whose smile remained unchanged, and fell silent.
In an attempt to provoke Wen Feiran and expose his true colors on camera, he drank a whole pot of water in two hours, getting himself almost waterlogged, as if he could ejaculate at any moment. Wen Feiran's attitude was ridiculously kind.
Where exactly is his bottom line?!
Yu Ningjiang originally intended to test the waters discreetly, but he didn't expect Wen Feiran to be so skilled, remaining tight-lipped for a long time. In order to achieve his ultimate goal, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and put himself in the role of the villain.
"I'm a little hungry, could you make me a bowl of noodles?"
This was definitely outside the scope of service and was an unreasonable request. Yu Ningjiang himself felt guilty, and his voice grew softer and softer.
Upon hearing this, Wen Feiran's eyes lit up even more, and she readily agreed, "Okay."
There's a downside to staying up late: the more energetic you are, the hungrier you get. He had been craving food like crazy half an hour ago, but cooking for himself felt like an overreaction, and he was too lazy to do it. Yu Ningjiang's request, however, came just in time, like a timely rain.
Wen Feiran asked, "What kind of noodles would you like to eat?"
Yu Ningjiang initially wanted to say that the more troublesome hand-pulled noodles were, the better, but when he met Wen Feiran's beautiful eyes, the words he was about to say suddenly changed, "Instant noodles it is, everything else is too much trouble."
"Okay, I'll go cook two packets of braised beef noodles. There are also eggs and vegetables in the fridge. Do you have any dietary restrictions?"
Yu Ningjiang: "..." Dude, you can tolerate this and you're still so enthusiastic?!
In his eyes, Wen Feiran's eyes seemed to be shining, making it difficult for him to look directly at her. Yu Ningjiang couldn't help but curse himself inwardly.
I'm not a "demander" or a "troublemaker," I'm just here to test Wen Feiran and expose his true colors... Yu Ningjiang repeated this to himself many times before finally overcoming his mental hurdle, and then said matter-of-factly, "It would be best if there was some explicit content."
Wen Feiran had already started opening the can of luncheon meat, but they only had one can. He couldn't open it without discussing it with everyone. If it was the customer's request, then there was nothing he could do.
"Okay, no problem!" Wen Feiran looked as if she was afraid Yu Ningjiang would change his mind, turned around and walked away, leaving Yu Ningjiang alone, bewildered in the wind.
Yu Ningjiang stood at the door for a long time. From his angle, he could see the kitchen light on, busy figures moving about, and sounds coming from time to time.
He not only kept people awake and caused trouble from time to time, but also made people cook for him in the middle of the night!
Yu Ningjiang had never done anything like this before, even if he had ulterior motives, but guilt still overwhelmed him.
He struggled with the decision for a long time, his thoughts still locked in a battle of wits, when Wen Feiran came to call him with a big smile on her face.
The kitchen was warm and cozy, filled with the aroma of food. Yu Ningjiang looked at the bowl of noodles on the table, which looked and smelled delicious, and then at Wen Feiran, who was smiling gently and wearing an apron standing beside him. His lips were pursed into a line, and his expression was blank.
How could he be so wicked? I feel like I'd choke to death while eating this bowl of noodles...
He is guilty.
Chapter 60 Haters
Wen Feiran quickly finished his bowl of noodles, leaving not a drop of soup. His stomach felt warm, and his fatigue dissipated, leaving him feeling very comfortable.
He turned to look at Yu Ningjiang, whose eyes were unfocused. Yu Ningjiang was chewing slowly with a noodle in his mouth, and there was still more than half left in the bowl.
Wen Feiran was taken aback for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Is it not to your liking?"
Yu Ningjiang then came to his senses. "No, it's delicious, I was just thinking..."
He paused, then couldn't help but speak his mind, "You weren't even a little bit unhappy about me asking you to make me a late-night snack?"
Wen Feiran blinked. "We offer 24-hour service."
They're more like a guesthouse. What guesthouse would have someone watching over you 24/7 and even personally preparing late-night snacks?!
Yu Ningjiang swallowed back the words he was about to say, and his gaze towards Wen Feiran changed.
Is Wen Feiran really that good-tempered? Or is Wen Feiran very shrewd and has already seen through his identity, and is he just putting on an act?
Yu Ningjiang recalled the damaging information posted by his group members, and his wavering resolve immediately changed.
"It's delicious." Yu Ningjiang said with a smile, "You made me a midnight snack, so as a way of showing my gratitude, let me do the dishes."
Wen Feiran was quite surprised. "This isn't appropriate; you're a guest."
"What's wrong with it?" Yu Ningjiang said jokingly, "Otherwise, I'll feel guilty, and then I won't be able to sleep at all."
Wen Feiran tried to persuade him a few more times, but seeing that Yu Ningjiang was determined and had already picked up the bowl before him, he hesitated for a few seconds and could only give up.
He wasn't idle either; after wiping the table, he wanted to go to the kitchen to help, but in just a minute or two, Yu Ningjiang had already smashed the bowl.
!!!
Broken glass was scattered all over the floor. Afraid that Yu Ningjiang would hurt himself, Wen Feiran pulled the stunned Yu Ningjiang out.
"I'll clean up..." He had only said three words when he noticed that Yu Ningjiang's hand was cut and bleeding profusely.
Wen Feiran's pupils contracted, and her movements as she pulled Yu Ningjiang became much gentler. "You're injured. Come here first, let me disinfect it for you."
Wen Feiran settled the person on the sofa and then quickly brought over the first-aid kit.