Chapter 144 She directs, he cooks

Kong Wange could feel the man's well-defined fingers passing through her hair and gently rubbing her head.

This feeling... made her feel like she was back in the days at Shaoyaoju.

That's how patient he was with her back then.

Although he was blind at that time, he was actually very good at taking care of people in his daily life.

Thinking of these things, Kong Wange's eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

She just kept her head down, so the man couldn't see her.

A moment later, Murong Ting reached out and took the shower head off, pouring it over her head to rinse the foam off her hair.

Finally, he took a large towel and wrapped it around her head: "Okay, get up."

Kong Wange stood up upon hearing the sound.

She noticed that his chest was also wet, and felt a little embarrassed: "Go change your clothes later."

"Okay, I'll go in a bit, it's fine." Murong Ting glanced at her casually, then frowned and said, "Do you want to change too?"

Kong Wange's loungewear was already soaked with sweat and felt cold against her body.

She wanted to change, but she didn't bring many clothes, and they were all on the top shelf of the closet, making it inconvenient for her to get them herself.

What she thought of was not something Murong Ting hadn't thought of either.

He walked a few steps to the wardrobe and asked, "Which one do you want?"

When Kong Wange saw that he was going to help her get it, she didn't hesitate and pointed to the most conservative cotton nightgown on the top shelf, saying, "That one."

Murong Ting nodded, raised his arm, and pulled out the cotton skirt.

Several pieces of women's underwear were placed next to the cotton skirt, and they all fell out when accidentally bumped.

Murong Ting caught it instinctively, and when he saw what it was, his earlobes suddenly turned red.

Kong Wange saw it clearly from behind and blushed instantly.

She coughed lightly: "Just give me the dress."

Murong Ting's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he hummed in agreement, handing her the dress.

The next second he hesitated, holding up the three pieces of underwear in his hand: "You don't need these?"

Kong Wange's face turned even redder instantly.

She took a deep breath and said with difficulty, "Give it to me, that's fine too."

"Ahem, which color do you want?"

He had three colors in his hand: white, pink, and red.

Kong Wange quickly and casually chose a less conspicuous one: "...white."

Murong Ting nodded, placed the white one on the bed for her, and then turned around and stuffed the other two pieces back into the bed.

Seeing this, Kong Wange breathed a sigh of relief.

After putting away the clothes, Murong Ting casually pulled out a men's white T-shirt from under the wardrobe.

It's convenient for men to change clothes, and he quickly unbuttoned his shirt.

From behind, Kong Wange could clearly see his sharp and strong waist after he took off his clothes.

He was very fair-skinned and usually looked rather thin, but once he took off his clothes, you could see that he had very strong muscles. He had broad shoulders and a straight back, and his body had well-defined lines that were not bulging. Just a quick glance at him was enough to make your heart race.

Murong Ting tossed the shirt aside, quickly put on a white T-shirt, and turned to say, "I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back in a bit."

After saying that, he strode out of the room.

Kong Wange breathed a sigh of relief and quickly changed her clothes.

About five or six minutes later, Murong Ting, having timed it perfectly, came in carrying a hairdryer.

Seeing this, Kong Wange sighed at how unexpectedly thoughtful the man was tonight, and reached out to take the hairdryer from him.

The man didn't hand her the hairdryer directly. Instead, he plugged it in on the bedside table, turned to her, and whispered, "Turn around."

Kong Wange paused for a moment, then said, "I can do it myself."

Murong Ting said naturally, "I'll do it. How can you blow it with only one hand?"

The man's voice had a slightly grainy quality in the night, and when it reached her ear, it felt like a gentle electric current, sending shivers down her spine.

Kong Wange's heart skipped a beat, and she took a deep breath: "Then I'll trouble you."

The sound of the hairdryer came on, and the man's hand was on her hair again.

His tall figure, standing behind her, almost enveloped her, making her feel exceptionally safe in the dead of night.

Kong Wange bit her lip slightly, suppressing the thoughts surging in her heart.

After a short while, Murong Ting finished drying his hair and put the hairdryer aside.

Kong Wange said casually, "Thanks."

Murong Ting said calmly, "It was just something I did, don't be polite."

Just then, a soft "gurgling" sound came from the air.

Although the sound wasn't loud, Murong Ting still easily caught it.

He looked up at her: "Hungry?"

Kong Wange's first reaction was a little embarrassed, but then she thought that it was only natural for her to be hungry since she hadn't eaten all day, so she nodded honestly: "Is there any food left in the kitchen?"

"The servants have all left; they probably didn't leave any food for us."

Kong Wange thought about it and agreed; the maid's "leave" was so hasty that she probably wouldn't have left anything behind.

She had no choice but to get down and say, "Then I'll make something myself."

Murong Ting hesitated for a moment before saying, "Should I do it?"

Fearing she might refuse, he added shortly after finishing his meal, "I'm hungry too."

Kong Wange paused, remembering the braised fish he had made at home before, and couldn't help but feel lingering fear.

She gave an awkward laugh: "Um... how about I do it myself?"

Murong Ting had obviously thought of that too, and said somewhat awkwardly, "You can direct me from the side, and it won't be too bad."

Seeing his serious expression, Kong Wange nodded after a while: "Alright then, you take charge of cooking, and I'll give you guidance."

The two entered the kitchen, and Murong Ting first searched for ingredients in the refrigerator.

After searching high and low, all they found were some cabbages and two packets of Baixiang instant noodles.

He turned away helplessly: "The ingredients need to be replaced every morning, and today's are almost all used up. This is all that's left. How about we go out to eat?"

Kong Wange glanced at the two bags of White Elephant instant noodles in Murong Ting's hand and smiled slightly: "It's okay, instant noodles can be made very delicious, especially White Elephant instant noodles!"

"Really?" Murong Ting was skeptical, his brows furrowing slightly. He suggested, "Why don't we have Lin Cheng bring over some food, something more nutritious?"

"I'll be starving by the time Lin Cheng arrives."

Kong Wange sniffed as she spoke: "I smell chicken soup. Can you check if there's any leftover chicken soup in the fridge?"

Murong Ting rummaged through the refrigerator and actually found the remaining half pot of chicken soup in a small clay pot.

Seeing this, Kong Wange happily placed the noodles and chicken soup on the stove, then pulled him to the pot, her eyes sparkling as she said, "This chicken soup is simply a stroke of genius. Come on, listen to my instructions, and I guarantee that the instant noodles will be both nutritious and delicious."

Seeing her so determined, Murong Ting had no choice but to turn around and say, "Alright, tell me what to do."

Kong Wange snapped her fingers: "Go, heat up the chicken soup first!"

Murong Ting turned around, about to put the chicken soup into the microwave to melt it.

Kong Wange grabbed him and said, "Hey, hey, don't use the microwave or the gas stove. Let's use this stove and make some wood-fired noodles."

Murong Ting paused for a moment, then said somewhat awkwardly, "This stove hasn't been used in a long time, and besides, I don't know how to start a fire."