Besides the single bed, all that's left is the small two-seater fabric sofa that Emily is sitting on.
His length is estimated to be 1.5 meters, while his height is 1.8 meters.
Su Wei walked to the sofa and gestured for Emily to move.
"Go lie down on the bed."
Emily was very obedient this time. She grabbed a cushion and hopped on one leg toward the single bed not far away.
Su Wei began to tidy up.
The coffee table was pushed to the corner, making room in the middle.
Cotton Candy seemed to realize that she didn't have to travel tonight, and excitedly ran around the narrow living room, finally jumping onto the windowsill and breathing on the frost flowers on the glass.
"There are new toiletries in that cabinet."
Emily sat on the bed and pointed to the bathroom.
"The blue packaging is disposable; I brought it back from a hotel I stayed at in Anchorage."
Su Wei nodded, took her toiletries bag, and went into the bathroom.
A moment later.
When Su Wei came out, drying her half-dry hair, the living room lights were already off.
Only a floor lamp remained, casting a dim, ambiguous glow.
Emily had already crawled under the covers, leaving only her delicate face and messy blonde hair showing.
The room was warm.
Although the old radiators occasionally make a slight noise, they provide ample warmth.
Click.
Su Wei turned off the desk lamp.
The room was plunged into darkness.
He lay on the sofa, his legs forced to curl up, in a somewhat cramped position, with half of his calves dangling outside.
But compared to that drafty wooden attic, this place gave him a long-lost sense of peace.
The wind outside the window grew stronger.
It whistled across the rooftops, like the roar of a wild beast.
The room was so quiet you could hear each other breathing.
Cotton Candy stepped on the carpet, silently jumped onto the sofa, found a spot on Su Wei's chest, and curled up into a white ball of fluff.
It felt heavy, yet carried a reassuring warmth.
" Su Wei?"
In the darkness, Emily's voice sounded somewhat distorted.
Are you asleep?
"No."
Su Wei adjusted the position of his arm to make the fox more comfortable.
"Thanks."
Emily's voice was very soft.
"It's not just thanking you for fixing the car, or for that sweet and sour pork."
The sound of someone turning over came from under the covers.
"If you hadn't come today... I really don't know what I would have done."
A person was trapped in a house by heavy snow, and had a broken leg; he cried out to heaven but received no response.
That feeling of loneliness is more terrifying than hunger.
Su Wei stared at the dark ceiling.
He could hear the lingering fear hidden in the voice of this girl who was usually like a little sun.
Go to sleep.
Su Wei's voice was steady.
I have to get up early tomorrow.
"Um."
Emily responded.
Just when Su Wei thought she had fallen asleep, another muttered voice came from the other end.
What should we eat for breakfast tomorrow?
Su Wei gave a silent laugh in the darkness.
This guy, no matter how sad he is, always manages to circle back to food in the end.
Spinach and lean pork porridge.
"What is that? Is it magic too?"
"I suppose so. A kind of Eastern breakfast magic."
"Yay!"
The breathing gradually became long and even.
Su Wei closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually sank.
The snow and wind outside the window had not yet stopped, but the room was warm and cozy.
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The sky was just beginning to brighten.
The old radiators stopped humming all night, and a gentle silence settled over the apartment.
On the kitchen countertop, a cast iron pot was bubbling away.
Emily didn't have a clay pot, only a small, multi-purpose iron pot.
Su Wei held a long spoon in one hand and slowly stirred the bottom of the pot to prevent the rice grains from sticking together.
The fragrant rice I soaked last night has already cooked until it bursts open, and the rice water has become thick.
He slid the finely shredded pork tenderloin into the pot and gently separated it with a spoon.
The shredded meat instantly turned white, blending seamlessly with the milky white porridge.
Finally, a handful of bright green chopped spinach is sprinkled in, and the boiling porridge instantly cooks it, adding a final touch of color to this pot of breakfast.
[Spinach and lean pork congee is ready. Quality: Excellent.]
[ Life Module Experience +8.]
[The user will receive temporary buffs for three hours: Stomach Warmth (weak), Mental Concentration (weak).]
"Alright, the magic of Eastern breakfast."
Su Wei placed a bowl of porridge on the small table in front of Emily.
Next to it was a small dish of the leftover cracklings from rendering the pork belly he brought, fried until golden and crispy.
The aroma instantly filled the small apartment.
Emily practically sat bolt upright, her sleepy face filled with anticipation.
She carefully blew on the steam, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in her mouth.
The rice is soft and sticky, the shredded meat is tender and smooth, and the spinach has a hint of sweetness.
That touch of salt brought out the perfect balance of flavors from all the ingredients.
"Hmm..."
Emily let out a long sigh, her eyes squinting with happiness.
This is even more magical than sweet and sour pork!
She picked up a piece of golden-yellow fried pork crackling, popped it into her mouth, and it made a crisp crunch.
The rich aroma of the oil explodes in your mouth, a perfect match for the light porridge.
Seeing her wolfing down her food, Su Wei served herself a bowl and ate quietly.
After finishing breakfast, Su Wei washed the dishes and chopsticks.
Cotton Candy, having eaten her fill of boiled meat strips, is now lying on the sofa licking her paws.
Su Wei changed into the heavy winter coat and carefully put away all the documents and the remaining cash.
I'm leaving.
He stood in the doorway.