Su Yuxi walked over and glanced at him, only to find the boy intently cooking noodles. The rising steam enveloped his face, adding a hazy touch to his startled profile.
She also saw the scar on the boy's face, which seemed to separate his skin by a small gap.
As the steam continued for longer, the area of the scar peeling off became larger.
Su Yuxi leaned against the door and couldn't help but remind her, "Hey, the scar on your face is about to fall off."
The boy paused in his hand as he stirred the noodles, then reached up to touch them and found that they had indeed fallen.
His embarrassment, unnoticed by anyone, was evident on his face. He even tried to stick it on, but the scar, having been steamed, had lost its stickiness, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it back on.
I simply tore the entire scar off and threw it in the trash can.
After the scars were removed, the boy's face looked even more handsome. Under the harsh white light, his skin was delicate and fair, his nose was straight, and his features looked much more pleasing to the eye.
"You're already good-looking, why did you put a scar on your face? It's so ugly."
The boy glanced at her sideways, ignoring her. A pampered young lady like her would never know what being good-looking meant in this chaotic slum.
Su Yuxi pursed her lips, feeling bored, and turned to sit down on the sofa in the living room.
The sofa was also very old, with a slightly mottled surface, as if it had been picked up from somewhere. The surrounding furniture was also very old.
This person looks really shabby.
Before long, the boy brought two bowls of steaming noodles and placed them on the table.
It's just a very ordinary clear soup noodle dish, but what makes it special is that it has an extra egg, and there are only a few pieces of green vegetables on the other side.
Su Yuxi frowned slightly, wondering if they were really that poor.
So poor that only one person can afford to eat eggs?
However, after all that fuss, she was indeed a little hungry. She moved closer, pulled the bowl in front of her, and sniffed it gently. Although it was just a bowl of clear soup noodles, it inexplicably whetted her appetite.
Su Yuxi picked up her chopsticks, picked out a noodle, pursed her lips and blew on it gently, then bit into the noodle and slurped it down.
"It's so bland." It has no taste at all.
The boy, who was eating, paused, put down the noodles he had just picked up, got up and went back to the kitchen to scoop a spoonful of salt and pour it into her bowl.
Su Yuxi looked at him in astonishment: "Can we still eat it with such a big spoonful of salt?"
This guy's trying to kill her with saltiness, isn't he?
The boy frowned at her, put the noodles he had just picked up back down, pushed his own noodles in front of her, pulled her noodles in front of him, and put the egg into her bowl.
He coldly warned her, "If you have any more complaints, I'll kick you out."
Su Yuxi: "..."
In this world, can't we even say that salt wasn't added?
She curled her lip in disgust, picked up a noodle and put it in her mouth. Although it was still bland, she didn't say anything more.
After eating a few, she picked up the fried egg and took a bite. The egg immediately gave off a strong fishy smell.
She covered her mouth, her features contorted with discomfort, her eyes frantically searching for a trash can.
The boy realized what she was trying to do and pointed towards the corner.
Su Yuxi immediately ran over and spat out the egg, then ran into the kitchen to rinse her mouth twice and gagged several times.
He thought to himself, "Even the water here stinks."
When she came out, the boy saw that Su Yuxi was pale and looked like a wilted eggplant, listless and without any spirit.
He glanced down at the pot he had cooked and couldn't help but wonder: Was his cooking really that bad?
Are you alright?
Su Yuxi waved her hand and whispered, "It's nothing."
She was too embarrassed to say that she disliked these things. Others had kindly brought her back and given her a place to rest. If she showed too much disdain, it would be somewhat disheartening.
The boy stared blankly at the bowl of noodles for a long while before continuing to eat his own food.
The only sound in the small living room was the boy eating noodles.
Su Yuxi sat on the sofa to rest, calmly watching the boy finish a full bowl of noodles in no time.
She must remember that bowl of noodles had a lot of salt in it, how could she eat something so salty?
"Do you have no sense of taste?"
What was originally just a casual joke caused the boy's expression to change.
Su Yuxi probably realized she had said the wrong thing and awkwardly shut her mouth.
"Do you still want noodles?" the boy asked, his eyes deep and thoughtful.
"I'm not eating anymore."
Su Yuxi responded awkwardly, thinking he would take it away and throw it away, but unexpectedly he took the bowl in front of her and started eating it in big mouthfuls.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say that she had just eaten two noodles, but seeing him finish them in a few bites, she kept quiet...
Perhaps he didn't want to waste food.
After all, this family is poor.
After finishing his noodles, the boy quickly took the bowl to the kitchen to wash and clean it.
After finishing everything, I immediately started organizing the things I had collected the night before.
He packed some jewelry and guns and ammunition into two separate bags, and then used his mobile phone to send a message to confirm the delivery time.
Su Yuxi curled up on the sofa and quietly watched him tidy up.
"How much money do you make from collecting these things?"
The boy looked up and met her bright gaze. Her clear eyes were so dazzling that he dared not look directly at her and quickly lowered his head to continue tidying his things.
"Make half." These things aren't clean, so whether someone else brings them to sell or he uses them to resell stolen goods, the price won't be very high.
"I'm going out in a bit. If you're leaving, just open the door and go."
"Oh," Su Yuxi replied listlessly.
The boy was really busy. After packing his things, he changed his clothes and then went out with two shoulder bags on his back.
As he was leaving, he turned back to look at Su Yuxi, whose face was pale, and said in a deep voice, "Stay here and don't open the door no matter who knocks."
"If you're tired, there's a bed inside. The bedding and blankets have been changed, so you can rest if you need to."
Su Yuxi nodded slightly: "Okay."
After giving his concise and clear instructions, the boy didn't linger and left directly after opening the door.
Su Yuxi gently rubbed her aching head. She didn't know what was wrong with her body lately. She had a headache, no appetite, and sometimes felt uncomfortable all over, which felt like the onset of a serious illness.
Am I sick?
I should have had the family doctor check me up last time.
She stood up and went to look at the room. It was different from what she had imagined. The room was filled with many pink and cute ornaments, and there were also several photos of little girls on them.
Judging from the photo, she's not young; she should be in school.
She was just about to lie down for a while when there was a sudden, loud knocking on the door.
Su Yuxi still remembered the boy's words when he left, so she didn't open the door rashly, but looked outside through the peephole.
Four or five Black men stood at the small doorway; they looked somewhat like the group that had harassed her the night before.
Regardless, they clearly came with ill intentions.
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