He patiently heated the sealing wax bit by bit, humming a song louder and louder, leaning back in his chair, crossing his legs, and stroking the earring on his earlobe, waiting for the sealing wax to melt.
[Is this really the Demon Dragon I know?]
[They even used sealing wax? I never expected that Ji Chi would be the first person in the whole hut to use sealing wax.]
[This indirectly shows how much he valued this vote.]
[Why are there language arts questions in front of this?]
[For some reason, I suddenly have a bad feeling.]
People only have extra patience when they're doing bad things...
Ji Chi casually took out a stamp from the box and left a mark on the golden sealing wax.
He then picked up the cooled envelope and threw it directly into Jiang Ye's mailbox.
Clap your hands to shake off bad luck.
OK, let's go upstairs~
I slept soundly through the night, except for... certain people.
Ji Chi opened his eyes and rushed to the toilet, still panting heavily. Just now... he had a dream.
The boy in his dream was Wen He. He remembered that just now, the other boy had huddled in his blankets, hugging him tightly and clinging to him, refusing to let go.
He also mocked the boy, saying he was timid and clingy.
Ji Chi sighed deeply, tapped his phone screen, and saw it was only a little past eight.
At this hour, Little Wooden Head should have just gotten up.
Ji Chi turned on the tap and took a cold shower; the icy water was the only two ways for Ji Chi to put out the fire at that moment.
He closed his eyes tightly. Wen He's skin was so soft... so white, and only he knew how smooth and delicate it was...
Wen He opened her eyes on the soft bed. The heat on her neck and cheeks from the previous two days was completely gone; she had recovered completely, just like before. But...
Wen He covered her mouth and nose and rushed to the toilet. Several splatters of blood quickly appeared on the white tiles.
He gently rinsed his mouth and nose with the tap water... until the taste of blood disappeared from his mouth.
Ah... looks like I need to take my medicine.
After washing up with cold water, Wen He picked up the small medicine box that was placed in the drawer, poured out a white pill, and swallowed it dry.
"Cough cough..." Wen He coughed, covering her mouth, and specks of red blood appeared on her palm.
He went back to the toilet to clean himself up before going downstairs.
Downstairs Ji Chi was already half-lying on the sofa playing on his phone. His gaze quickly swept over Wen He, then he sat up straight and walked towards her.
"You're awake? I ordered takeout; it includes your favorite fried dough sticks. It'll be here soon."
"Oh..." Wen He slowly jumped down the steps, holding onto the railing.
In the kitchen, Jiang Ye was making breakfast. Wen He walked over, took his glass from the counter, opened the refrigerator where there was fresh milk, and poured himself a full glass.
Ji Chi followed behind him, took out a cup, and handed it to the other person.
The meaning in his eyes was clear: I want to drink too.
Wen He poured Ji Chi another cup.
Cool water droplets formed on the transparent glass. Wen He took a few sips, and Jiang Ye, who was frying eggs nearby, spoke up at the opportune moment, "Breakfast will be ready soon. Xiao He, drink less milk, don't fill your stomach."
Just as Wen He was about to speak, Ji Chi grabbed his arm from behind and threatened him in his ear, "You're not allowed to eat his breakfast, otherwise my takeout will go to waste. I won't give it to anyone else."
We must not waste food!
Wen He lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment. He looked up again at the golden-brown fried eggs in the pan and swallowed the saliva that had welled up in his mouth.
" Lawyer Jiang, I don't want to eat this. Ji Chi ordered takeout; we can't waste food."
Jiang Ye paused with his shovel, piercing the thin, crispy outer layer, and the golden filling flowed out.
Wen He turned his head away, unwilling to look, afraid he wouldn't be able to resist the urge to eat...
"Yes, we can't waste food; the others in the cabin might eat it." Jiang Ye nodded gently, scooping out the broken, runny egg and placing it on a porcelain plate.
Ji Chi flicked the tuft of hair on his head, saying, "Wait for me to come back."
Wen He pouted, picked up the cold milk, and obediently sat down at the dining table.
He pulled the napkin from the corner of the table in front of him, preparing to eat.
Jiang Ye always prepares breakfast for two... but now, he's eating it all by himself.
"It smells so good~ Lawyer Jiang, what delicious food are you making? I can smell it from the second floor~", Duan Yueyang said as she walked down from the second floor in silk pajamas, her hair still fluffy.
"You've come at the perfect time. I have fried eggs and toast. Would you like the runny kind?" Jiang Ye brought the breakfast he had prepared to the table and pushed it in front of Duan Yueyang.
"Then I'll have a runny one~ Looks like I'm in for a treat today!" Duan Yueyang took the cutlery Jiang Ye handed her, picked up a runny egg, and took a bite. "The outer layer is crispy and crunchy, and the inside is soft and delicious! Lawyer Jiang's cooking is superb!"
Duan Yueyang was so impressed by the delicious food in front of him that he couldn't help but give the other person a thumbs up.
The gloom of waking up early vanished the moment I received praise from the other person.
Wen He stopped looking around under the table and took a sip of milk to relieve her hunger.
Why hasn't Ji Chi returned yet...?
Wow! This runny egg is cooked to perfection!
Seeing how delicious their food was as I got up early for work, I suddenly felt relieved.
[I just finished squeezing onto the subway, and my brand new, steaming hot buns are all squashed flat.]
[Oh no... Seeing those two eating so heartily, Xiao He looks so lonely.]
[The male lead initially refused Lawyer Jiang's breakfast, so now that he has nothing to eat, he'll just have to accept it.]
[You're the one who's putting up with it? This breakfast was originally made with Xiao He, why should we put up with it? It's not appropriate for Lawyer Jiang to give Yangyang food that others don't want, is it?]
[Don't you understand that we shouldn't waste food? If he doesn't eat it, are we just going to throw it away? You guys are so shameless (rolls eyes)]
[(Eye roll)(eye roll)(eye roll)]
[Okay, family, stop arguing. This is all Ji Chi's fault. Blame Ji Chi for getting up so early today.]
[That's right, this is all a chain reaction caused by him getting up early. You should just sleep in! Why are you getting up early to buy breakfast and cause trouble?]
[That's right!]
Ji Chi, which is why he arrived a little late. It was because one of the players in the company's club had run into some trouble and needed Ji Chi's opinion.
When he returned to the restaurant with breakfast, Wen He He's milk was almost empty.
Wen He frowned slightly, her tone carrying a resentment she herself was unaware of.
"Why did you take so long to get here..."
Ji Chi paused, then strode forward. "Hmm, what's the rush? Haste makes waste." He opened the large insulated bag in his hand and took out a small box of crab roe soup dumplings, two fried dough sticks, a bowl of white porridge, and a serving of steamed dumplings.
Each small box of crab roe soup dumplings contains only four dumplings. The transparent skin is like crystal, and inside is filled with yellow crab meat.
Ji Chi took one of the coins and placed it in the empty bowl in front of Wen He: "Eat it."
Jiang Ye carefully collected his and Duan Yueyang's dishes and carried them to the kitchen to wash them. Yangyang, of course, wouldn't miss this excellent opportunity, and he took the initiative to go forward, and the two of them walked into the kitchen together.