The next morning, Huo Jiayuan got up very early and busied herself in the kitchen. Her cooking skills were practically nonexistent, and she had only started learning how to take care of herself since arriving in Biandu.
She hadn't wanted to do it before, but now she did it willingly. She hummed a song as she cooked, her tablet on the kitchen windowsill, flipping through pictures one by one. She followed the recipe steps meticulously, and before she knew it, she was smiling.
This meal was prepared for Meng Yan.
From then on, she would cook every meal for Meng Yan.
The fried egg was a little burnt, the toast wasn't toasted properly, and the milk boiled over... But that's okay. As long as she puts her heart into it, one day she'll be a culinary pro. Isn't there a saying, "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach"?
Huo Jiayuan smiled foolishly as the pancake pan sizzled. She hurriedly turned off the gas stove.
Just as she was starting to figure out what to do next, someone knocked on the door.
She ran to open the door, and Xiao Rong, who was standing outside, was stunned to see her covered in sweat and wearing an apron.
"Miss, you..."
"Shh!" Huo Jiayuan pressed her index finger to her lips. "Keep your voice down, Meng Yan isn't awake yet! And didn't I tell you not to call me 'Miss' here!"
"Yes." Xiao Rong nodded honestly.
He knew yesterday that Meng Yan was in a boxing match and expected that he would get injured and wouldn't have time to serve this young lady, so he bought breakfast and rushed over.
However, as soon as he entered the door, he smelled a burning odor. He rushed into the kitchen and found it in complete chaos.
However... Huo Jiayuan managed to produce a few edible dishes amidst the mess: fried eggs, cheese bread, pancakes, and a little salad.
At this moment, Huo Jiayuan was still muttering to herself, "How about we fry another steak..."
Xiao Rong darted forward and grabbed her hand!
Huo Jiayuan exclaimed in surprise, staring blankly at him, "What are you doing? You scared me to death!"
“Yuan Yuan, you…”
She saw disappointment, anger, and unspeakable emotions in Xiao Rong's eyes.
Huo Jiayuan asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Rong dared not speak harshly; from childhood to adulthood, he had always cherished her like a princess.
He stared at her for a long time, and when he saw the red spots on her once clean arms from the splattered oil, he felt even more heartache.
“I…I bought breakfast,” he said softly. “Don’t make it for yourself, go and eat.”
"You bought it?" Huo Jiayuan's eyes lit up. "Did you buy steak? Meng Yan likes to eat beef."
Xiao Rong gritted his teeth and said in a muffled voice, "I didn't buy it."
"No, I have to fry one for him."
"You..." Xiao Rong almost exploded again, but finally suppressed it and changed his words: "Don't bother, I'll fry it for him!"
"But……"
But she hoped that when Meng Yan woke up, he would see the breakfast she had prepared for him.
Xiao Rong finally lost his temper. "What do you mean by 'but'? Yuan Yuan, you... you actually made breakfast for him! When you're at home, your husband, wife, the old chairman, and the old lady all pamper you. They never even let you wash a chopstick! And here you are, making breakfast for him?"
"What are you yelling about?" Huo Jiayuan glared at him. "You don't understand anything, don't meddle in my business!"
"Your business is my business!"
"Xiao Rong!"
"Yuan Yuan!" Xiao Rong was furious at her lack of self-respect. "How could you demean yourself like this?"
"you……"
Huo Jiayuan's face turned pale with anger, and her hand holding the spatula trembled slightly.
Xiao Ronglian took several deep breaths to calm himself down, looked up at her, snatched the spatula from her, untied her apron, and pushed her aside.
In Huo Jiayuan's memory, Xiao Rong had never dared to treat her like that!
"Get out of my way!" he growled. "I'll make him whatever he wants to eat!"
"Xiao Rong, you..."
"I'll serve him, okay?" Xiao Rong glared at her. "I just beg him to let you go and stop putting the curse on you!"
"My life is worthless, I can't afford to trouble you to serve me." Meng Yan's deep voice suddenly came.
Huo Jiayuan was taken aback. He saw that he was in much better spirits after taking a nap, but his complexion had not yet returned to normal. Some of his wounds had reopened, and the blood seeping out had stained the gauze red.
Huo Jiayuan hurriedly went to find the first-aid kit, but Meng Yan grabbed her arm.
His expression was indifferent, completely different from the Meng Yan who had held her in his arms and kissed her last night.
"I...I'll help you change your dressing," Huo Jiayuan said softly, trying to appease her. "How did you sleep? I just made breakfast, but Xiao Rong also brought some food. What kind would you like to eat?"
Meng Yan remained silent, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.
"Hey!" Huo Jiayuan still smiled and said to him in a coquettish tone, "This is the first time I've ever cooked, you're in for a treat! You have to eat what I make, you're not allowed to eat anything store-bought!"
"Meng Yan, what's wrong with you?"
The man's eyes flickered slightly.
Although the breakfast on the table didn't look very appealing and might not have tasted as good as he had expected, he really liked it.
He saw the blisters on her hands, her head covered in sweat and her hair disheveled, her clear eyes and her ingratiating smile...
His mind was in turmoil.
He truly hoped that for the rest of his life, this small house would only contain the two of them.
But the vivid dream from last night resurfaced before his eyes.
"She is a noble swan, but you are a dog stuck in the mud!"
Meng Yan's heart skipped a beat. He looked down and saw her small hand on his arm. He gritted his teeth and pushed her away forcefully!
Huo Jiayuan stumbled from his push and was completely stunned, not knowing why he had become like this.
"Meng Yan..." After she came to her senses, she was still cautious and asked softly, "Does your wound hurt?" She thought that when she was a child, she would feel bad if she fell while walking and scraped her skin. How much more so when he was covered in injuries?
How can someone covered in wounds be in a good mood?
"Something's not right with you!" She pouted deliberately and patted his shoulder. "I understand you. You're hurt and upset, but it's not right for you to take it out on me! Be good, come eat breakfast, and then let me help you change your dressing. As for me... I'll consider forgiving you!"
"Meng Yan?"
“Meng…”
"I told you to get out of my way!" Meng Yan suddenly shouted, glaring at her fiercely. "I was being polite by pushing you away just now. Don't bother me again. Don't force me to lay a hand on a woman!"
Huo Jiayuan's mind went blank, as if a thunderbolt had struck, shattering her beautiful day into pieces.
Tears welled up in her eyes and then streamed down her face uncontrollably. Anger, fear, sadness, despair... she never imagined that one day in her life she would experience so many negative emotions at the same time.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, and she choked up, unable to utter a single word.
Xiao Rong stepped forward to shield her behind him, and roared at Meng Yan, "I've put up with you long enough! What exactly do you want? How dare you talk to Yuan Yuan like that!"
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