Chapter 14

Scrambled eggs and shrimp sandwich, served with spinach and blueberries, plus an avocado smoothie.

Breakfast is served.

Han Shu sat down, wiped his hands, and said, "It's not as good as Auntie's cooking, but it's definitely better than you eating bread dry."

Wen Zhiyu stared at it for a moment, took a small bite of the sandwich with his front teeth, paused, and raised one eyebrow.

Han Shu leisurely sipped his milkshake, beaming with pride, "Delicious, isn't it?"

Wen Zhiyu didn't answer, and began to wolf down his food. He finished his sandwich in two minutes, ate the vegetables and fruit in one minute, and drank his milkshake in half a minute.

The roles were reversed, and now it was Han Shu's turn to be dumbfounded. "Have you not eaten for three days?"

"I haven't eaten all day." Wen Zhiyu put down his cup, pushed the plate forward, and clasped his hands together in a submissive gesture. "I... I'd like to eat a little more. Is that alright?"

Han Shu: ...

Is this the landlord? This is the ancestor.

She got up and went back to the kitchen, quickly making an even simpler sandwich.

I wasn't feeling well yesterday and didn't think much of it. That delicious bowl of vegetable porridge must have been Wen Zhiyu's own food. In any case, he took care of me for the night, and Han Shu wasn't going to be ungrateful.

"Hmm, is that enough this time?"

Wen Zhiyu obediently took it, "That's enough, thank you."

After feeding him, Han Shu finally started eating his breakfast.

Before she knew it, she had been staying at this strange guesthouse for four days.

The two sat facing each other, the atmosphere harmonious. The spy thriller unfolding across the dining table seemed like something from a century ago.

"Pfft!" Han Shu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Wen Zhiyu lifted his eyelids.

That glance tickled Han Shu's funny bone.

Just thinking about Wen Zhiyu's swollen mouth from the fall, the rolling pin hidden in his suit trouser pocket, and how he was scared by the gecko and huddled in the corner, she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable!

"Goose, goose, goose, goose!"

Han Shu held the sandwich, laughing so hard his whole body was shaking.

Seeing the goose return to the scene, Wen Zhiyu silently withdrew his gaze, no longer making a fuss like the first time, and calmly buried his head in his rice.

There's nothing we can do; the tenant has acted up again.

Han Shu laughed as he ate, "Hey, why did you think I would murder you back then?"

This was the first time the two had discussed this matter. Wen Zhiyu cleared his throat, "Because you're a really scary person."

Hearing this assessment, Han Shu frowned. "Huh?"

Wen Zhiyu finally asked the question that had been troubling him for a long time, "Why did you answer my question?"

"Wasn't the room fee waived?" Han Shu asked, puzzled. "Didn't your previous guests answer?"

“Hmm.” Wen Zhiyu said dejectedly, “They all think I’m crazy, and some have even called the police.”

You are definitely a bit sick...

Han Shu was too embarrassed to say it, but seeing his dejected look, she even comforted him, saying, "Isn't calling the police a bit of an exaggeration?"

It was against my conscience, truly against my conscience.

After all, she almost called the police.

"A young couple knocked on the door and checked in, just meeting the check-in criteria for that day. I was really happy and stood at the door asking them their first question..."

The sun shone brightly that day, and Wen Zhiyu, one hand in his pocket, concealed his excitement. To avoid startling the guest, he deliberately kept his tone gentle and friendly, asking, "Do you meet the check-in requirements?"

The man glanced at the whiteboard, his face already showing confusion. "Satisfied, yes, but what does this mean?"

Wen Zhiyu nodded, "Answering the question will exempt you from the room fee."

The couple looked at each other, both with expressions of astonishment.

Wen Zhiyu, not wanting to miss this opportunity, asked, "First question: would you choose to kill your cheating partner or your mistress/lover? What would your method be? Please answer—"

Before the man could even finish answering, the mineral water bottle in his hand flew towards him.

The couple held hands, leaving Wen Zhiyu with two figures as they fled in panic.

Wen Zhiyu: ...

They thought they would only suffer a physical attack, but five minutes later, the couple returned with police officers.

"That's him!"

Two police officers stepped forward with serious expressions, flanking Wen Zhiyu on either side. "What's going on?"

On that day, Wen Zhiyu's heart was pierced and riddled with holes by the blinding sunlight, the dull pain on his cheek, the cold questioning, and the disdainful gaze.

Although Mr. Problem's face was filled with sorrow, almost on the verge of tears, as he told this story, Han Shu still couldn't help but laugh, "See! You're just so strange, hahaha—"

Wen Zhiyu gave her a sarcastic look. "Your answer to the question is just as strange."

Han Shu's smile froze on his face.

She really couldn't refute that.

She angrily finished her last bite, then suddenly remembered someone's strange reason from yesterday, and her temper flared up again. "Still not as strange as you. Who would think someone can die from a cold and fever!"

Wen Zhiyu's expression calmed down a bit. "They die. I've seen it happen."

After saying that, he got up and went to the kitchen.

Han Shu was stunned, unable to tell whether the man was serious or joking. Coming to her senses, she realized that Wen Zhiyu had not only taken his own plate, but also hers.

The sound of water was constant.

Han Shu chased after him, "Are you washing the dishes?"

Wen Zhiyu didn't turn around. "Okay, I'll wash it. Thank you for breakfast."

Beside the pool, a man's broad shoulders were loosely draped with black loungewear, making his back appear even thinner and more frail.

After a short while, she looked away, found a piece of chicken breast in the refrigerator, defrosted it in the microwave, and returned to her room.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, Dami smelled the scent and rubbed against it.

"Don't rush." ​​Han Shu chuckled, patiently tearing the food into small pieces before pushing the bowl towards it. "Eat up."

She washed her hands and squatted down to watch the cat's mukbang (eating broadcast). After a while, she suddenly asked, "Mi, do you think a fever can kill someone?"

Big Mimi: ?

If you don't understand, don't respond; just focus on eating.

Han Shu took out his phone, typed in "Can a fever kill you?" and pressed search.

The webpage refreshed, and dense text appeared before my eyes.

"Fever itself is not usually fatal, but extreme high fever or when accompanied by serious illness can be life-threatening..." Han Shu clicked his tongue, "People can really die!"

I don’t know if Wen Zhiyu was joking or if he had really seen it, but his expression and tone when he said that were definitely different from usual.

Han Shu pondered for a while, and Mi also finished her breakfast. Although she still didn't understand, she made a decision.

Since Mr. Problem wants to play so much, let's play along!

Ignoring the initial shock and the fact that both parties share 50% responsibility for falling into the water, she's eating and living here for free and even needs his care, so let's just go along with him!

Han Shu left the room, and the sound of water in the kitchen had stopped sometime earlier; it was quiet.

She walked into the living room, and just as she was about to call out, she saw Wen Zhiyu sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the eggs on the coffee table, looking like he was just staring blankly.

Han Shu walked over and waved in front of him, "Hey! Daydreaming!"

Wen Zhiyu simply blinked, without looking away, and said, "I have a question."

"Ask away, ask anything." Han Shu hoped he would ask more questions so that she would feel the exchange was more equal and wouldn't feel guilty for eating so much free food.

She accepted everything, from murder and dismemberment to bizarre questions.

Wen Zhiyu asked, puzzled, "Do you think it's possible for a person to swallow a raw egg without breaking the shell?"

Han Shu: ...

Okay, okay, you want to try something different?

She was speechless. "In this world, only snakes can do that, right?"

Wen Zhiyu thought for a moment, then opened his mouth wide and his throat wide, simulating swallowing.

The result is obvious.

"..." Han Shu couldn't stand the handsome guy doing strange things without regard for his image, so she tapped the coffee table and said, "Stop swallowing, wanna play?"

Wen Zhiyu immediately abandoned the experiment, shut his mouth, and said, "Play!"

"Smashing eggs is a bit wasteful, let's try a different way."

"I really want to play this," Wen Zhiyu said firmly.

"Same game, just a different format. Replace the eggs with—bottle caps or something, anything that sounds different from tapping a plastic bowl." After saying this, Han Shu felt like a kindergarten teacher comforting a child…

Fortunately, the older child agreed.

The two decided to play immediately, and the game began.

Han Shu had played before and reacted quickly, so he thought he was sure to win. However, Wen Zhiyu picked it up just as quickly. The pace quickened, and the two of them slammed their bowls and slammed them on the table. They slammed their bowls and slammed them on the table for about three or four minutes until their hands were red, but they still hadn't decided who would win.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Wen Zhiyu asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Han Shu glanced at his palm, thinking that if he kept slapping, it would swell up like a loaf of bread. "How about we make it a little more difficult?"

How do I add it?

Han Shu ran to the kitchen and found a stainless steel basin and a pair of chopsticks, placing them side by side with the plastic bowl. "If a winner is determined, the winner hits their head with the chopsticks, and the loser blocks their head with the basin. If no winner is determined, we count the numbers, and the person who hits the table 13th time gets the basin, and the other person gets the chopsticks."

Wen Zhiyu understood, "It's just adding an attack and defense element."

"right."

"good."

The game starts again.

The two started banging on the table and bowls again. But because the punishment was made visible, the competition intensified.

Han Shu picked up the bowl and silently counted to twelve. Wen Zhiyu quickly slammed his hand down on the table for the twelfth time.

Han Shu put down her bowl, preparing to take it again when it was her turn next time. But Wen Zhiyu had counted very clearly, and picked up the bowl as soon as she put it down.

After she patted him thirteenth time, she quickly grabbed a bowl and put it on his head. Almost simultaneously, chopsticks slammed down on him with a loud thud.

That was close...

After the round ended, Wen Zhiyu put down his chopsticks, a clear smile curving his lips. "That was fun."

Han Shu chuckled, "If it's fun, let's keep playing. Next round, we'll change the numbers."

"Seventeen?"

"Okay, seventeen."

The duet between the table and the bowl is being performed once again.

When two people with quick reflexes play, it's a dazzling display of skill.

This time, Han Shu used a trick, deliberately making a sound to disturb Wen Zhiyu a few times.

"Fifteen!" Wen Zhiyu picked up a bowl, and Han Shu slammed his hand on the table.

"Sixteen!" Han Shu picked up a bowl, and Wen Zhiyu slammed his hand on the table.

However, the interference failed.

Han Shu swiftly picked up his chopsticks, while Wen Zhiyu swiftly lifted his basin.

With a loud crash, the rim of the basin in Wen Zhiyu's hand struck Wen Zhiyu's forehead. At the same time, Han Shu's chopsticks smashed into the top of Wen Zhiyu's head.

"Ah!" Wen Zhiyu cried out in pain.

"Pfft!" Han Shu burst out laughing.

Mr. Problem has a visible bump on his forehead. There's a vertical line visible on the bump.

Han Shu quietly put down his chopsticks and cautiously asked, "Want to play again?"

"I'll play." Wen Zhiyu lowered his hand from his head, his face still bearing a comical bump, and said resolutely, "I'm going to play until you check out!"

Han Shu: ...

She walked straight to the security door and said, "Hello, I need to check out now. Please process my request as soon as possible."