Ten minutes later, a bowl of fragrant scallion oil noodles was ready. Wen Yan even fried an extra egg for Shen Jinghe.
This scallion oil noodle dish may seem simple, but frying the scallion oil requires some skill; if not fried properly, the scallion oil will taste bitter.
Although Shen Jinghe claims to be a non-picky eater, he is actually quite picky about food.
Even someone as picky as him couldn't help but look at Wen Yan with newfound respect when he tasted this bowl of scallion oil noodles.
However, praising her was out of the question; he simply couldn't bring himself to say such things to Wen Yan.
So after finishing his bowl, Shen Jinghe suddenly said to Wen Yan, "I owe you a favor."
Wen Yan was trying to entice Shen Pili with a cat treat when she suddenly heard such a nonsensical remark and couldn't help but feel surprised.
You mean this meal?
"Hmm." Shen Jinghe frowned slightly and made an awkward sound.
Wen Yan glanced at Shen Jinghe with amusement, thinking to herself that it didn't have to be that bad.
It was something that could have been resolved with just a "thank you".
[What a tsundere!] Wen Yan couldn't help but think to herself again.
Shen Jinghe: ...God let him hear this woman's inner thoughts just so he could criticize him.
"I feel much better now, you can go."
Wen Yan: [What a blatant case of crossing the river and then dismantling the bridge, using the millstone and then killing the donkey!]
Shen Jinghe: ... Doesn't she get tired of constantly complaining? Can't she take a break?
In fact, Wen Yan didn't plan to stay any longer. If it weren't for Shen Pili, such a beautiful and well-behaved cat, she would have turned around and left as soon as she finished cooking.
"Once I finish feeding this cat treat, there won't be many left, it'll be quick."
This time, Shen Jinghe learned his lesson and didn't say anything. He turned around and took the empty bowl to the kitchen.
Immediately afterwards, Wen Yan heard the sound of dishes being washed.
Shen Pili quickly finished the whole cat treat.
When Shen Jinghe came over again, Wen Yan had just opened WeChat.
She scrolled through her friends list and asked Shen Jinghe, "We're not friends, are we?"
If I remember correctly... Shen Jinghe nodded: "I don't think so."
"Let's add each other as friends."
Shen Jinghe raised an eyebrow: "Given our relationship, is this really necessary?"
"Oh dear," this time Wen Yan stopped complaining in her heart and confronted her directly, "Who was it that said they owed me a favor just now?"
Given our relationship, we rarely have the chance to meet, and if we don't even have each other's contact information, how are you going to repay my favor? Or were you just being polite and giving me empty words earlier?
"..." Shen Jinghe was speechless and silently showed Wen Yan his WeChat QR code.
After successfully adding each other on WeChat, Wen Yan couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of her lips into a smile.
[You'd think Shen Jinghe was a stubborn, sharp-tongued, and difficult person, but his WeChat profile picture is a cat. How bad can someone who loves animals be?]
"I'm leaving," Wen Yan said, waving to the cat. "Goodbye, Shen Pili. Live a good life with your owner."
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Wen Yan took a taxi back to her apartment.
In the taxi, she received a call from Su Yang.
"Hey, Mom... Yes, it's over. I feel pretty good about it. They told me to go home and wait for their call. ... It wasn't just a polite remark, because the others were directly eliminated. ... Tonight? I won't be going home tonight, it's too late. ... Tomorrow? Oh, tomorrow's the weekend. I didn't even pay attention. But, but I still want to..."
Before she could finish speaking, Wen Yan suddenly realized that her phone had run out of battery and shut down.
"No way, the battery died before I could even finish speaking." Wen Yan couldn't help but complain as she looked at her black screen.
She was actually talking to herself, but the kind-hearted driver spoke up after hearing her words.
"I have a power bank, do you want to use it? You were just talking to your mom, right? It's so late, your mom must be worried if a girl's phone suddenly turns off while she's out."
As he spoke, the driver handed over a power bank and a data cable.
Wen Yan was grateful for the driver's kindness, but she still declined.
"Thank you, Uncle, but it's alright. I'll be home soon, and I'll call my mom back when I get there."
"Oh, right." The driver withdrew his hand. "We'll be there in a few more minutes. You look like you just graduated."
"Yes, Uncle has a good eye. I did graduate this year."
The driver was quite talkative: "Looking for a job during graduation season, huh?"
"yes."
"From the phone call you made, it seems you don't live with your parents."
"Yes, I'm not a child anymore, it's time for me to be independent."
"Independence is good. My daughter is about your age, and she also moved out to live on her own. She graduated last year. But daughter, don't take offense, but no matter how independent you are, you are still your parents' precious treasures, raised from infancy with love and care."
You live on campus when you're in high school, and you're away from your parents again when you go to college. After you start working, and then you get married and have your own little family, you'll have even fewer opportunities to spend time with your parents. You should take advantage of the weekends when you have time to go home and visit your parents.
What can't be done on weekdays? Don't you think so? There probably aren't any company interviews on weekends. If a company really invites you for an interview on the weekend, you shouldn't go there; they'll definitely require you to work overtime frequently.
When I was young, I valued working and making money more than my life. I was always working overtime during holidays, and I was almost never available when my family called to urge me to come home for the family reunion dinner. I only started to regret it after my parents passed away.
"You wish to care for your parents, but they are no longer there." You are still young, you have plenty of time. Don't be like me, only realizing your regrets in middle age. Your parents are older than you, and their time is less than yours.
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