Chapter 158 Feeding
That evening, Cong Chun finally saw the "official announcement" on Duan's WeChat Moments.
The phone screen displayed a photo with a very strange pink heart-shaped filter. Cong Chun slightly parted her lips, while the boy remained silent.
Cong Chun took her phone and went to the kitchen. The young master was busy in the kitchen. The boy had a black apron tied around his waist. He had an inverted triangle body shape, and his well-developed back muscles were even more obvious under his black vest.
Cong Chun stood at the corner of the kitchen doorway, peering inside. In fact, he secretly took a picture, and if he was not mistaken, this scene would soon appear in the boy's dark green sketchbook.
The boy was wearing a light blue striped sheep pajama set, made of comfortable fabric, which Duan Mingxiao had specially bought for him.
The young master thought Cong Chun's pajamas were too thin and old, and that she would definitely catch a cold if she wore them in winter.
On the other hand, for Duan Mingxiao himself, the first snow of winter in Jinghai City would probably arrive in a few days.
Even though the young master is cooking in the kitchen, I've never seen anyone wear a vest at home in the dead of winter.
There was a huge fluffy ball curled up next to Cong Chun's legs. It was "Mengmeng". Mengmeng was wearing a yellow vest with white fur trim, and it looked quite majestic.
Mengmeng was taken back from the Duan family's old house and raised by the young master, since no one but Duan Mingxiao could control him.
Moreover, this silly dog Mengmeng is particularly obsessed with looks, only letting good-looking people pet his head. So, apart from the young master, he is also very obedient to Cong Chun.
Mengmeng, being clever, gradually discovered that as long as she pleased Cong Chun, he would often give her chicken legs and would be easier to talk to than her father.
Cong Chun stroked its fluffy head, and the boy walked into the kitchen, a satisfied expression on Mengmeng's face, before collapsing to the ground.
The people in the kitchen were preparing Western food. Duan Mingxiao had previously worked for a restaurant owned by foreigners abroad in order to save money to buy an old, used-to-move-in car, and he used to frequently go in and out of the kitchen.
Young people are quick-witted; they secretly learned a lot of cooking skills.
In order to save money to buy a car, Duan Mingxiao couldn't afford to eat out, so the young master cooked in his 30-square-meter rented apartment.
Duan Mingxiao doesn't actually like cooking because even the most expensive range hoods on the market will inevitably leave him smelling of cooking fumes.
However, seeing his wife so thin and frail, like a thin leaf that might be blown away by a typhoon, Duan Mingxiao felt he needed to cook and act as a nutritionist to help her get better.
As for why he didn't hire a housekeeper or order expensive takeout, it's because Duan Mingxiao knew that "to win a man's heart, you must first win his stomach."
Duan Mingxiao was quite confident in his cooking skills, and the young master was determined to make Cong Chun unable to live without him for the rest of his life!
Cong Chun was thinking of going into the kitchen to help Duan Mingxiao.
As for what happened on WeChat Moments, Cong Chun didn't plan to ask, because he didn't want to lie.
Cong Chun thought that photo was really a bit tacky. What if the young master asked him if the photo was good or not later?
Cong Chun rolled up her sleeves and came to the edge of the pool, revealing a section of her slender, fair forearm. It looked like she had gained some weight and was finally not as thin as before.
Grandma treated Cong Chun well, and always gave him the best things. However, resources were scarce in the village and town. Although they weren't hungry, they only had a few things to eat regularly.
In fact, many adults and children living there are malnourished, iron and calcium deficiencies are quite common, and short stature is also very common.
The middle schools in Ze'an Town don't have canteens and students still have to bring their own meals. However, in Jinghai City, on the same land, the student canteens offer a wide variety of delicious and varied meals, along with free student milk and fruit. These are two completely different situations.
Cong Chun turned on the tap, thinking of helping Duan Mingxiao. The boy was rinsing the bright red tomatoes. The young master's cooking was especially delicious, and Cong Chun could eat two bowls at a time.
Feeling the slightly warm water fall on his hands, Cong Chun suddenly remembered a while ago when the two of them were sitting on the sofa, and Duan Mingxiao held his hand and taught him how to play the recently released racing game "Horizon 6".
At that moment, Duan Mingxiao held Cong Chun's wrist and asked him why his wrist was so thin.
Feeling the intense heat emanating from his wrist, Cong Chun subconsciously tilted his head to the side.
Cong Chun didn't know how to say it. Actually, when he was in school, Cong Chun often didn't have enough to eat because he had a larger appetite than the average person. Studying and growing up was very energy-consuming.
The food brought from home was just the normal amount. Grandma has always been frugal. She uses relatively expensive refined rice for cooking rice at home, while the chickens and ducks eat brown rice. She always cooks just the right amount so as not to waste any.
Cong Chun didn't know when, but his appetite suddenly increased, but he was too embarrassed to tell his grandmother.
Even back then, Cong Chun felt that he was eating too much and wasting money. He couldn't afford to waste money like that, so sometimes when he was hungry, he would drink water to fill his stomach.
At that moment, Duan Mingxiao's head was nestled against Cong Chun's neck. The boy's tone was somewhat hesitant, but his eyes revealed undisguised heartache.
"Was it because you didn't have enough to eat when you were a child?"
Cong Chun shook his head and didn't say anything.
The boy's fingers deftly lifted the hem of Cong Chun's clothes, and his hot palm pressed against Cong Chun's lower abdomen.
"From now on, I'll feed you until you're full, okay?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Duan Mingxiao received another slap.
At that moment, Cong Chun stared at him with his droopy dog eyes, his tone somewhat unhappy.
I hate you.
Duan Mingxiao leaned his head closer.
"Alright, alright, you little rascal."
"Don't be angry."
"I'll never say it again."
Just then, Cong Chun's thoughts returned to the present moment, and the water flow suddenly stopped. It turned out that Duan Mingxiao had turned off the switch.
The boy spoke seriously, staring intently at Cong Chun.
"No entry into the kitchen."
"You're too clumsy to do it right."
"From now on, I will take care of these things."
[What a joke! Even I, this young master, look down on myself for asking Chun Chun to help in the kitchen. Chun Chun was born to enjoy a life of luxury!]
[Also, what if it smells bad later?]
Cong Chun wasn't unhappy. The boy's hands were still a little wet, and he deliberately patted them in front of Duan Mingxiao, splashing cool water droplets onto Duan Mingxiao's face.
Cong Chun blinked innocently.
"I'm smart enough not to make things worse."
The young master deliberately kept a straight face.
[You've really spoiled me rotten; you're even playing tricks on me now. Heh heh, just wait until tonight when I'll teach you a lesson.]
The next morning, I woke up to find the temperature in Jinghai City had plummeted, and the branches along the roads were covered in frost.
Cong Chun wore a brown knitted scarf around his neck. He had recently cut his hair, and now the strands of hair on his forehead were just below his eyebrows, revealing his clear and beautiful dog-like eyes.
The scarf looks a bit old, but Cong Chun has worn it through three winters, and this is the fourth.
Because Cong Chun is a boy, his grandmother didn't knit small flowers on the scarf, but instead knitted a milky white puppy in the lower right corner.
This scarf was a birthday gift knitted for him by his grandmother, and Cong Chun cherished it very much.
Winter is here, and Cong Chun has taken it out and put it on again. Although the style is simple, it is surprisingly versatile, warm and not flashy.
Until a cold male voice came from behind.
Cong Chun turned around and saw Mo Xizhi, whom he hadn't seen in a long time. The boy's chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing was a little uneven. He saw Cong Chun from afar and quickly followed.
Mo Xizhi had something on his mind that he wanted to tell Cong Chun.
"Are you free later? Cong... Chun."
"I have something I want to tell you."
The boy's tone was calm, but upon closer listening, one could detect a hint of caution and anticipation.
Cong Chun looked puzzled and replied.
"Is it about going home?"
Mo Xizhi's brows relaxed. The boy was wearing a black hoodie and simple loose jeans, but his temperament was aloof and otherworldly. He smiled at Cong Chun and said something gentle but firm.
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