Chapter 49 Making Soup

Look down.

Oh, I kicked off my pajama bottoms again in my sleep.

Cheng Jia, wearing a pair of black boxer shorts, turned and went back to the bedroom: "Is the Columbia big enough?"

"I give up." Lin Baiyue shook her head with a smile.

"......"

After Cheng Jia put on her pajamas and washed up, she went back to the kitchen.

A bowl of soup and two lotus-scented sticky rice chickens were served separately by Lin Baiyue and cooled to a palatable temperature. He handed them to Cheng Jia: "Try them."

The kitchen is bathed in sunlight.

The food tasted warm and homey, awakening Cheng Jia's long-lost memories.

It felt like going back to before Mom got sick.

"Delicious," Cheng Jia said, standing by the stove with a bowl in her hand. She took a bite of the sticky rice chicken and exclaimed, "Is this really your first time making this? You're incredibly talented!"

Lin Baiyue winked smugly, like a weasel that had just stolen a chicken: "Actually, I really have a talent for cooking, it's just that I haven't had the opportunity to develop in the catering industry, otherwise I definitely would—Does Mr. Shi love to eat?"

Enough with the nonsense, let's get down to business.

"...It should work," Cheng Jia said uncertainly, recalling his picky and bland taste. "I haven't eaten much good food, but this flavor suits him, like what he likes to eat."

It is light yet layered.

The ingredients are very fresh.

Lin Baiyue was still nervous, and pointed to the soup: "This is the soup you mentioned last night, pork ribs stewed with Solomon's seal and dendrobium. I spent a lot of money to buy the best American ginseng, angelica, gastrodia and goji berries. It's not bitter, is it?"

“The taste is just as strange as the soup his aunt makes,” Cheng Jia said, disliking the medicinal soup, but nodding, “It’s the kind of soup he would like.”

Lin Baiyue: "Try it again. Is it the same as the one you two drank in the dorm?"

"...Almost." Cheng Jia looked down at the soup.

dormitory.

Drink pork rib soup.

"......"

That was during their second semester of freshman year.

The Shi family's aunt comes to the school every week to bring food to the young master.

They were worried that the young master wouldn't be used to the food and lodging and would lack nutrition.

After watching the girls dance on the playground, Cheng Jia added two hot girls on WeChat and strolled back to his dormitory. Just then, he saw Shi Qingci impatiently about to pour out the soup.

He rushed forward in one stride: "Hey! Don't waste good things, wasting food is a sin against heaven."

"Would you like some?" Shi Qingci stopped what she was doing.

He glanced at Cheng Jia with a displeased expression.

This person was all smiles; you could tell at a glance he'd been out fooling around again.

Sometimes Shi Qingci doubted whether Cheng Jia truly had a crush on him.

Why did Cheng Jia rush over there as soon as get out of class ended when someone in the class said the girls were rehearsing dance on the playground? Does he like watching girls that much?

Shi Qingci didn't realize that she was jealous.

Even if he knew, he would never admit it.

All I know is that I'm very unhappy.

Annoying Cheng Jia.

"Oh dear, what's wrong, baby? Xiaoshi, you look so fierce," Cheng Jia, a straightforward guy, said with a mouthful of sweet words and superb acting skills. "Are you unhappy because I came back late? I went to ask the teacher about your competition results, not just ran around aimlessly."

real?

Shi Qingci was skeptical: "The teacher just sent the competition results to my email. Why are you asking me about it?"

“…Sent it? That old man is really something,” Cheng Jia raised an eyebrow, took the lunchbox with one hand, put his arm around Shi Qingci’s shoulder and walked towards the dormitory table, “No wonder he ignored me, it turns out he sent it to you.”

I didn't even ask.

I just made that up on the spot.

Shi Qingci's earlobes turned red.

Because Cheng Jia unconsciously rubbed his shoulder with her fingers, her fingertips were very hot.

Shi Qingci felt uncomfortable: "Take your hand away."

Cheng Jia used his shower gel, and his body smelled very nice.

Their relationship has become increasingly inseparable.

"You won't even let me hug you? It's because I like you so much. When you like someone, you want to get close to them," Cheng Jia said, rambling on as she pulled him to sit at the table. She then opened her lunchbox, saying she was hungry. "Let's eat together. One bowl for you, one bowl for me."

After all, it was a soup carefully prepared by Aunt Shi.

Cheng Jia felt embarrassed to eat alone.

Soybean and Dendrobium officinale stewed with pork ribs, along with many other medicinal herbs.

But apart from the pork ribs and goji berries, Cheng Jia couldn't recognize any of them.

Children from poor families have never tasted such good things.

"...Don't always say 'I like you' so easily," Shi Qingci said with a straight face, her expression a mixture of suspicion and excitement. "It's just... frivolous, a bit fake."

He questioned Cheng Jia's claim of liking her.

Cheng Jia busied herself taking a bowl and dividing half the soup, then turned to the innocent rich young man and said, "You know, even if you don't say it, your feelings for someone will show in your eyes. Look at me—"

He suddenly moved closer to Shi Qingci's face.

He stared into the eyes of a wealthy young man with fair, delicate skin.

"..." Shi Qingci stared blankly at Cheng Jia's lips.

Very rosy, with a beautiful lip shape.

My breath is warm.

Cheng Jia said gently, "My eyes are full of you."

Spare ribs.

They only served two or three pieces of Shiqing porcelain.

The remaining ribs were all in Cheng Jia's own bowl.

"Enough!" Shi Qingci glanced at the open dormitory door, and hastily stepped back a little, afraid that someone might pass by. "Eat, and shut up."

Cheng Jia chuckled twice in a sly manner: "Dude, you're really funny."

I always tell him to shut up.

But I clearly enjoy listening to it.

This gay guy is quite interesting.

Is dating a guy really this interesting?

Cheng Jia always thought it was awkward for two men to be together.

However, he didn't feel awkward when teasing the young master. Whether it was getting close to him or calling him "baby," it was all very natural, and he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

It might be because the rich young man is fair-skinned and handsome.

It's so beautiful it blurs the lines between genders.

That afternoon, the two of them sat at the dormitory table and drank pork rib soup together.

Shi Qingci had little appetite, but she sat down and drank with Cheng Jia.

Cheng Jia gently nudged his knee with her knee under the table, enjoying watching the innocent rich young man blush.

Back then, Cheng Jia really liked teasing Shi Qingci.

Shi Qingci also blushes easily.

The air tastes sweeter than the soup.

"......"

*

Soybean and Dendrobium officinale pork rib soup.

At 2:30 pm, Shi Qingci frowned as she looked at the bowl of soup.

In the living room next to him, Cheng Jia and Lin Baiyue were squatting on the floor, applying oil to the floor.

Mr. Shi said that the wood flooring should have the texture of marble.

Otherwise, Cheng Jia is not allowed to leave the villa.

so--

What's the meaning behind this soup?

Shi Qingci placed his hands on the luxurious stone dining table. His wristwatch was expensive, and the veins on the back of his hands were faintly visible. His slender index fingers were interlaced several times. He deliberately spoke in a cold voice and turned to call for someone in the living room.

"Which of you made the soup?"

There's really no need to ask.

Cheng Jia, who is used to eating instant noodles, is unlikely to make soup.

Even if I knew how, I wouldn't do it for him willingly.

But he just wanted to get to the bottom of it.

What if?