Ji Chi had thought that someone as dull as Wen He rarely cried, but he never expected that a TV series could make him cry.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Wen He pushed him away angrily, then ignored him and threw the crumpled tissue in her hand into the trash can.
Zhang Shengsheng beside him was already sobbing uncontrollably, looking even more heartbroken than Zhen Huan. Gradually, Wen He stopped being sad and reached out to pat Zhang Shengsheng's shoulder to comfort her.
"Don't cry..."
Zhou Siyu was brought back to his senses by Zhang Shengsheng's crying, and he handed her the tissue he was holding.
[Wow! No! My Liuzhu baby, waaaaah!]
[You heartless Demon Dragon, how dare you laugh! Waaaaah!]
[Even after watching it a hundred times, I will still shed tears for Liuzhu.]
[I was watching a live dating reality show, so why am I feeling so sad?]
I don't think the Shengsheng crying is necessarily because Liuzhu died.
I think so too. I think he just took this opportunity to cry his heart out.
[What's there to cry about? It hasn't been long, and he and Wei Xun are still chatting and getting to know each other. How dramatic.]
[Well...]
[Let other people cry if they want, it's none of your business.]
Zhang Shengsheng sobbed a few times before calming down, while Jiang Ye, standing in the distance, seemed confused. Not only Jiang Ye, but also Wei Xun was equally bewildered, and the two stood at the top of the stairs, looking somewhat lost.
Should we go forward?
Forget it...
The two exchanged glances and went to the kitchen.
It was almost four o'clock; they needed to prepare the ingredients and cook.
Jiang Ye opened the refrigerator door, and the top shelf was completely filled with four takeout boxes.
He looked down and searched through the other compartments, but didn't see his mango box.
Remembering the text message Wen He sent her, she guessed that the boy had probably finished eating.
Wei Xun Jiang Ye looking for something, Wei Xun's gaze naturally fell on the four takeout boxes on the top shelf of the refrigerator.
"Oh... this is the roast suckling pig that Ji Chi brought back at noon. It probably won't taste as good as it did when it was freshly roasted, so let's heat it up in the microwave later."
Upon hearing that Ji Chi had bought it, Jiang Ye withdrew his fingers from the edge of the box and instead picked up the eggs beside him.
Jiang Ye only knew some simple designs, so he mainly just helped out.
Wei Xun hesitated to ask others to cook, as he knew that almost no one in the hut knew how to cook.
As a restaurant owner, Wei Xun naturally possessed excellent culinary skills.
Including the leftover roast suckling pig from Ji Chi's lunch, Wei Xun planned to cook five more dishes: egg and tofu soup, cola chicken wings, steamed sea bass, stir-fried pork slices with bamboo shoots, and blanched bok choy.
Five dishes in total, not particularly difficult to prepare, but delicious, especially with a thoughtful person helping out.
The two quickly and quietly got to work.
[A man who works quietly deserves extra points]
[A man who can cook is a plus]
[A man who only knows how to lie down deserves a deduction.]
[This is hilarious! Hahaha!]
[ Ji Chi, a handsome man who can generate gold coins, has a bad temper, and occasionally mocks you, do you like him?]
[Being handsome and having lots of gold coins are all I need. To put it bluntly, if I meet these basic requirements, almost no one will dislike me.]
[Actually, the Demon Dragon isn't so bad. He's rich and willing to spend money. Today he even bought roast suckling pig for the people in the hut.]
[Uh, someone actually washed this? How much did Ji Chi pay you to do it?]
[******]
[What did the gibberish at the beginning say?]
Wen He looked up at the noise coming from the kitchen, slowly got up, and wanted to go forward to help, but Ji Chi grabbed her clothes and pulled her back to the sofa.
"Where are you going?" Ji Chi's gaze shifted to Jiang Ye, who was helping wash vegetables in the kitchen.
"I want to help," Wen He tried to snatch the clothes back from his hands.
"Go away! Sit down properly. They don't need your help."
Ji Chi naturally wouldn't let Wen He do these things, and he didn't want Wen He and Jiang Ye to have any more contact.
The boy tugged at the clothes, trying to wrestle with them, but the other boy was too strong, and no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't get through.
Sizzle!
A sound like lines snapping echoed through the crowd.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness caused Wen He to lose her footing and fall backward. Fortunately, Ji Chi, who was half-lying on the sofa, reacted quickly and grabbed her arm, pulling her into his embrace.
Wen He felt a chill run down his back, Ji Chi quickly covered his back with the piece of cloth that had been torn into a fan shape.
The clothes are torn...
"Cough cough... What kind of shabby clothes are you wearing?"
Ji Chi licked his dry lips, his tone somewhat disgusted, his eyes fixed on the crack in the other person's back, his five fingers stitching it back together like needles.
"Go upstairs and change your clothes...!" With that, he picked up the person who was still standing there in a daze and headed upstairs.
[? ber?]
[So white! I see it!]
[Rough! Forceful! Shattered! Fair and tender! Bare back! Struggling!]
[Hey, I'll allow you to appear on the evening news; you're really good at picking out the important points.]
[I'd watch any one or two one-on-one matches, hmm...]
[The thought of Ji Chi having such a good future makes me feel sad.]
[It's okay, he's not in pain.]
[Weakly raising the Jiang He CP...]
[What kind of old-fashioned couple?]
Zhou Siyu watched Wen He being carried upstairs, and then awkwardly watched the TV series.
I know nothing...
Jiang Ye's last glance lingered on the back that wasn't completely obscured.
So white... dazzlingly white, even whiter than the tofu I make...
He looked away and began to wash the tofu again. The tofu was soft and tender, and its four corners were now slightly broken in his hands.
Not only was the tofu broken, but Wen He's clothes and heart were also shattered.
This is his favorite piece out of the five-piece set...
The image printed on it is of an apple.
Ji Chi carried the person all the way up to the second floor before finally removing the piece of cloth covering them.
Now that there was no one else on the second floor, Ji Chi naturally wasn't afraid of being seen.
Wen He pushed Ji Chi, and before entering the room, she didn't forget to stomp hard on his foot.
I hate you!
After saying that, he slammed the door shut.
Ji Chi covered his nose, muttering, "I hate you~~ You talk like you ever liked me, what kind of lousy clothes are these?"
"I'll buy you a new one! I'll make it up to you!"
He knocked on the door and called out to the person inside.
No response...
Are you really angry? Probably not.
So what if she's angry? Am I supposed to comfort her?
impossible.
Knock knock knock--
"I'm leaving?"
The sound of footsteps outside the door gradually faded into the distance.
Wen He pretended to take off her apron, peeking her head out from the collar; the side seam of her garment had ripped...
If it were sewn up, it could still be used, but Wen He wouldn't.
He threw the clothes into the trash can and then took a similar white T-shirt from the clothesline by the window.
He even gave it a hard tug before putting it on, and only after finding no signs of damage did he put it on with satisfaction.
Looks like I need to buy another outfit from Pinduoduo...
Wen He retrieved her phone, which was charging on the bedside table, and opened the door.
He bumped into a solid wall of people, his nose stung, and the impact on his forehead made him dizzy. Wen He covered his nose and looked at the people blocking the doorway.
"?"
Ji Chi crossed his arms, seemingly never having left. He reached out and pressed down on Wen He He's head to steady her.
Still angry?
"Hmph..." Wen He snorted softly and squeezed out through the narrow crack in the door, leaving him with only her back view.