Chapter 209 This thing... how to eat it?

After Su Mu left, Zhong Wan and Lin Yan'an began to have dinner for two.

Without Zhong Suisui, that little chatterbox, the dinner table became much quieter for a while.

Zhong Wan is really not used to it.

She looked at Lin Yan'an across from her and said considerately, "After you finish eating, you can take a walk before continuing to work."

No matter how busy you are with work, you can't rush things.

"Um,"

Lin Yan'an nodded with a smile and agreed, "Don't worry, Wanwan, I know."

"But not today. Let's eat first, and then I'll get them some snacks."

Zhong Wan was taken aback: "Making a cake?"

Lin Yan'an nodded: "Yes, besides cake, make some more yin-energy snacks."

"Aren't you tired? Maybe I should just make something for them."

Zhong Wan looked at Lin Yan'an, and was genuinely a little worried.

After all, his current workload is no joke.

Lin Yan'an looked up and immediately met Zhong Wan's concerned gaze, feeling a warmth in his heart.

The smile instantly returned to his lips: "Don't worry, Wanwan, as long as I'm not working, I won't get tired doing anything right now."

Emmm...that's fine, that's normal.

Zhong Wan thought the same way when she was working overtime for several days in a row.

She simply stopped trying to persuade her; she figured she could just do more work later.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the two went into the kitchen.

Zhong Wan actively helped with her studies.

Well, although Lin Yan'an vaguely sensed that she was being somewhat mischievous.

But undeniably, the smile on his lips never disappeared when he was with Zhong Wan.

Due to time constraints, and because he needed to get back to work soon,

Instead of choosing a complicated decorated cake, the two made a solid chocolate cake.

Although Zhong Wan could also control a small amount of Yin energy to dissolve in food, the effect was not as skillful as Lin Yan'an, who had Yin energy of his own.

Anything that he personally handles will be surrounded by a thick, comforting black mist after he finishes processing it.

As the rich aroma of chocolate wafted out, Zhong Suisui and Agui's figures instantly appeared.

Seeing the two small pieces of cake that Lin Yan'an had just cut, Zhong Suisui couldn't help but cheer, "Meow! Daddy's the best!"

After saying that, it instantly buried its little body in the cake that was bigger than itself, and while eating, it squinted its eyes happily, and its fur seemed to become much fluffier.

As soon as Du Qian returned to the shop, he smelled an unfamiliar, enticing aroma.

He stood in the room specially prepared for him to rest, hesitated for a moment, and then looked away.

For him, being able to fulfill his obsession and have a stable place to live a thousand years later is already a blessing.

He glanced around the room he was in: slightly yellowed walls, clean antique green floor tiles, and gleaming windows.

For him, these were things he had never dared to imagine before.

Especially now that it's almost the end of October, the temperature has already dropped.

He could clearly feel the chill even when he was outside, but he couldn't feel it at all inside the house.

He couldn't feel the occasional cool breeze blowing outside the window inside the room.

Du Qian stood by the window with his hands behind his back.

Looking up at the moon outside the window, my thoughts slowly drifted away.

In an instant, it felt like a lot came to mind, yet at the same time, it felt like I wasn't thinking about anything.

He stood there quietly, but his back view seemed particularly desolate.

The warm yellow light continued to work, but it couldn't penetrate his heart.

Lin Yan'an had just reached the door with the cake when she saw this scene.

Looking at Mr. Du's desolate and lonely figure,

He paused for a moment, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The sound of "thump thump thump" suddenly rang out, sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Du Qian paused slightly, then slowly turned around.

Seeing Lin Yan'an standing at the door carrying things, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Young friend Lin, is something the matter?"

Lin Yan'an nodded and carried the cake into the house: "Excuse me, Wanwan and I made some desserts and thought we'd bring you a share to try."

As he spoke, he walked to the table and placed the cake in front of Du Qian's portrait: "Why don't you try it? This is a cake, a dessert from later generations."

"Cake? Dessert?"

Du Qian's gaze fell on the brown, fluffy-looking telecommunications equipment.

He could already smell that enticing aroma.

Moreover, that familiar, alluring yin energy was constantly drawing him in, drawing his body and soul to his instincts.

His soul also needs energy.

But Du Qian's illusory figure remained completely still, his gaze fixed on the object with a hint of inquiry.

This thing, this name, were all completely unfamiliar to him.

"Mr. Du, there's also milk tea."

Zhong Wan walked in carrying a bag of milk tea, and said to Du Qian with a smile, "Look, this is milk tea, and it's sweet too."

"Why don't you give it a try and see if you like it?"

As Zhong Wan spoke, she put the bag aside, reached in, picked up a cup, inserted a straw, and placed it next to the cake.

"Mr. Du, please try this. You must be tired after a long day of work. Eat something to replenish your energy before you rest."

Du Qian followed Zhong Wan's gaze and looked at the cup of milky brown tea with a straw, noticing the faint black smoke mixed in with the tea.

"How...how should this be eaten?"

He pointed to the milk tea and humbly asked for advice.

Zhong Wan didn't stand on ceremony. She reached into the bag, took out another cup, inserted a straw, and demonstrated it to Du Qian.

Du Qian instantly understood. His phantom floated to the table and sat down. He imitated Zhong Wan, clumsily using his exhaust fumes to lift the milk tea, and took a sip.

The milk tea in his hand had just been infused with yin energy by Zhong Suisui, a substance Zhong Wan had asked him to add.

This will not only allow Mr. Du to truly experience the taste of milk tea, but also replenish the energy of his soul's obsession.

When he took his first sip of milk tea, the silky, sweet, and uniquely milky flavor, mixed with the aroma of tea and milk, exploded on his taste buds.

This unprecedented and overwhelmingly sweet experience instantly jolted his illusory figure, freezing him in place.

It was too sweet; for him, it was even a bit cloyingly sweet.

But this sweet taste, which seemed so cloying to him, was like a key that suddenly pried open his memories that had been sealed for thousands of years, and into the deepest corner of his mind.

A corner he neither wanted to recall nor could bear to recall.

In an instant, it seemed as if everything in front of him went dark.

It felt like I was back in that dark, drafty room.

That cold, dilapidated home of his from a thousand years ago.