Chapter 41 Sun Egg
Perhaps because he hadn't eaten much in the afternoon and had drunk too many stimulating drinks, Fu Zhiheng's stomach began to protest, causing a pain that was hard to ignore.
He endured the discomfort and went to the bathroom to vomit. He also drank some warm water, which finally suppressed the urge to vomit again.
When they returned to the cabin, Luo Xincheng was no longer in sight.
Where are they?
He lacked confidence in his eyesight and searched back and forth among the swaying figures many times.
All her friends were there, but she wasn't.
I searched the decks at both the bow and stern of the boat, but I couldn't find her.
Fu Zhiheng quickly abandoned this foolish search method and instead picked up his phone to send her a message: [I don't think I saw you in the cabin. Did you find it too noisy here and found a quiet place to be alone?]
After a while, they replied that they were not feeling well and were resting in a room on the lower deck.
Are you feeling unwell?
Fu Zhiheng frowned slightly. Counting the days, it should be her period.
But I'm not entirely sure, because her periods are often irregular.
Fu Zhiheng walked towards the kitchen: [Besides the cake, did you eat anything else? Are you still hungry? Shall I bring you some food?]
Luo Xincheng: [...Hungry, but I have no appetite.]
Fu Zhiheng earnestly advised, "Even if you don't have an appetite, eat something to fill your stomach, otherwise your stomach will feel very uncomfortable."
Luo Xincheng lay on the sofa in the lounge, pressing her stomach, not in the mood to reply to messages.
Fu Zhiheng persisted: "[Would you like some brown sugar ginger and jujube tea?]"
Luo Xincheng: [...]
Fu Zhiheng: [Apple cinnamon tea?]
Luo Xincheng was truly speechless. She had only mentioned feeling unwell, so how did he immediately connect it to her being on her period?
Although I guessed right...
She sniffed, feeling a bit envious of something hot after his encouragement, and replied: "[I want sweet fermented rice with red bean dumplings, the kind sprinkled with osmanthus flowers.]"
Fu Zhiheng looked at the message, went into the kitchen and asked the staff if they had the corresponding ingredients. The answer was: except for osmanthus, they had everything else.
He honestly replied, "[We don't have osmanthus flowers in the kitchen. Could we substitute taro balls with longan or sago pearls instead?]"
Luo Xincheng was amused: [Then you don't need to bring me any other food, I can be full from porridge.]
Seeing that she still had the mind to joke, Fu Zhiheng smiled and said, "[Then let's not add anything else. Do you need me to bring you painkillers?]"
Luo Xincheng flatly refused: "[I've already eaten.]"
Fu Zhiheng pursed his lips tightly. So it really was his period... He didn't have menstrual cramps before.
The sweet fermented rice and red bean soup with glutinous rice balls needs to be made fresh by the chef and delivered to her room. It will take at least fifteen minutes. After Fu Zhiheng said this, Luo Xincheng replied with an "ok" emoji.
Then she turned over and used a pillow to support her stomach to relieve the uncomfortable, dragging pain.
It's so annoying, it's never hurt this much before.
Gradually, the painkillers began to take effect, and the abdominal pain became less intense. At the same time, she felt a little sleepy, and she didn't know if it was because of the medication.
Knock knock.
There was a knock on the door.
Luo Xincheng, who was feeling drowsy, woke up suddenly, but was too lazy to get up and open the door.
Knock knock.
well.
She sighed, struggled to get up, and shuffled to the door.
Fu Zhiheng's figure, holding a tray, appeared through the widening crack in the door.
The tray was filled with food, and the steam rose up, gradually blurring his features.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." He tilted his head slightly and said softly, "Shall I take it in for you?"
Luo Xincheng wasn't feeling well, so she didn't bother with his little schemes. She slumped back into the sofa, hugging her pillow and listlessly withdrawing into herself.
Fu Zhiheng gently closed the door and placed the food from the tray onto the only small round table in the room.
She glanced at it.
She ordered a bowl of sweet fermented rice and red bean soup with glutinous rice balls, a bowl of clear soup noodles, a steak, a small portion of sushi, and a glass of plain water.
Her eyes shifted slightly, her gaze focusing on the bowl of noodles.
Thin noodles, as fine as hair, floated in the clear broth, with a few specks of oil and chopped scallions. A golden sunny-side-up egg and crisp bok choy were placed around the edge of the bowl. It looked very plain, but she needed some simple and plain food to soothe her long-empty stomach. She felt that eating it would warm her up.
Seeing that she was staring intently at the bowl of noodles, Fu Zhiheng gently pushed the bowl towards her.
"Aren't you going to eat? It won't taste good if it gets cold."
Luo Xincheng slowly moved over, picked up her chopsticks, glanced at him, and said, "The food has been delivered. You can leave now."
Fu Zhiheng: ...
He was quick-witted in this situation, and his mind quickly came to a conclusion. "Let's wait until you finish eating. I'll take the bowl back with me. Otherwise, the room will keep smelling, and you won't be able to rest well."
Luo Xincheng pursed her lips, having to admit that his words had indeed hit a nerve.
Although she could ask the staff to come and pick it up, she would still have to contact and communicate with them, which is quite troublesome.
She picked up a piece of noodles with her chopsticks, too weak to blow on it, and let it cool naturally. While waiting, her eyes were fixed on the steak.
"Want some steak?"
"Hmm, but I'm too lazy to cut it."
She then started complaining, perhaps because the stomach pain made her lose her temper and become even more unreasonable.
"Why not have the chef cut it up before sending it over?"
As if afraid of upsetting her, Fu Zhiheng coaxed her gently, "Yes, it was my oversight."
Then he picked up his knife and fork and slowly began to cut the steak.
Luo Xincheng's gaze naturally shifted to the hand holding the knife. The slender index finger with distinct knuckles pressed against the back of the blade, and the veins that were faintly visible were pulled up by the force exerted, connecting with the ulnar styloid process of the wrist, making the lines of his hand look particularly beautiful.
It was then that she noticed he wasn't wearing a coat.
The sleeves of the dark gray shirt were rolled up, revealing a section of the forearm.
I don't know if she hasn't worn the coat since returning it to him, or if she wore it before and took it off before coming to see him...
Her thoughts drifted uncontrollably, her unfocused eyes staring at the plate of steak.
A moment later, the steak was cut into bite-sized pieces, about the size of a mahjong tile.
Fu Zhiheng put down his knife and fork.
The silver knife made a crisp sound as it struck the porcelain plate.
Luo Xincheng suddenly regained his composure and quickly lowered his head to blow on the noodles twice.
But by then the noodles had long since cooled to a suitable temperature for eating, so her blowing on them was completely unnecessary.
She quickly realized what was happening, and while inwardly cursing herself for being so spineless, she expressionlessly put the noodles into her mouth.
Fu Zhiheng watched her reaction as she ate the noodles intently, and seeing that her expression remained unchanged throughout, he licked his lips somewhat awkwardly.
"Is it delicious?" he couldn't help but ask.
Luo Xincheng swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and was stunned when he heard this. To be honest, he couldn't taste anything specific.
"Wait a minute."
She abandoned her previous casual demeanor, picked up a piece of noodles with a serious expression, blew on it a few times, put it in her mouth, chewed it slowly, and then swallowed it.
"It tastes very ordinary, and a bit bland." After tasting it carefully, she spoke frankly, "Didn't the chef prepare any broth beforehand?"
Fu Zhiheng met her serious expression, paused for a moment, and then smiled.
It's a very cheerful laugh, with the eyebrows and eyes curving in a happy arc, the apple cheeks puffing out, and the dimples on the cheeks sinking in deeply. It's rare for a big expression to involve all the muscles in the face.
What's so funny...
Luo Xincheng was somewhat displeased.
There was indeed no stock in the kitchen.
He propped one hand up on his cheek, squeezing out the soft flesh that spilled out from the edges, making him look somewhat adorable beyond his years.
"So it's just ordinary noodle soup with lard."
Luo Xincheng nodded casually, showing no interest in how the noodles were made.
“Today is your birthday, so I should have made those longevity noodles with only one noodle.” He sighed and said regretfully, “But it takes a long time for the dough to rise, and I can’t let you wait that long on an empty stomach.”
Sensing the veiled meaning in his words, Luo Xincheng's chopsticks slipped, and the noodles she had just picked up fell limply back into the soup.
"..."
She looked up at him in disbelief. "You made this?"
"Um."
He admitted it quite readily.
The soft yellow light slanted down from above, gradually melting into a translucent, buttery texture.
He was bathed in a warm glow, staring intently at her, his upturned eyes like little hooks, holding a faint smile.
“But it doesn’t seem to suit your taste.” He leaned forward, his arms resting on the table, and the top two buttons of his collar were undone, revealing his fair collarbone, which looked like it could hold a lot of coins.
"Next time, if I have the chance, I'll cook noodles for you with broth again, okay?"
Every move was meticulously planned.
"No need." She refused coldly, her face stiff. "This kind of thing can be left to a professional chef."
Fu Zhiheng shrugged helplessly and said nothing more.
But after learning that he had cooked the noodles, Luo Xincheng felt a little uneasy, and eating them felt awkward. So she stretched her chopsticks further away, picked up a small piece of steak, and put it in her mouth.
Although it took a lot of time, the steak was still tender and juicy.
She ate several pieces in a row, her expression softening slightly, and she muttered, "The steak was cooked pretty well."
"Thank you for the compliment."
A sweet, loving laugh came from across the way.
Luo Xincheng choked for a moment, then exclaimed in shock, "You did this too?!"
Before he could answer, she looked at the table full of food, her face filled with horror, "Don't tell me you made all of this! Are you an octopus?!"
The next second, he shook his head repeatedly and explained, "Only the two things you just ate were made by me."
Luo Xincheng breathed a sigh of relief and then tasted the glutinous rice ball soup and sushi, sharing the treats with everyone.
She initially wanted to argue, saying, "As expected, food made by professional chefs tastes better," but then she thought about it again. It wasn't easy for them to spend more than ten minutes in the kitchen making something for her to eat; even if they didn't do anything special, they still put in a lot of effort.
So she swallowed back the harsh words that were about to spill out.
After trying all the food, she still carefully stuck her chopsticks into the noodles, poked open the sunny-side-up egg, and watched the golden egg liquid slowly flow out.
She couldn't help but smile. "What a perfect sunny-side-up egg!"
The texture of eating egg yolk wrapped in noodles is especially wonderful. She finished the sunny-side-up egg and still wanted more.
"How could you fry such a perfect egg?"
"Um?"
He let out a questioning hum from his nose, his voice soft and gentle, the ending note rising languidly, exuding an unusual allure.
"Why can't I be the one to fry it?"
By the time they realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
She stared blankly at the chopsticks in her hand, her whole body stiff, not daring to look up at Fu Zhiheng.
A strange atmosphere was spreading, and the surrounding air fell into a suffocating silence.
It wasn't until Fu Zhiheng spoke that the tense situation was broken.
"Not good at what?" His tone was unusually calm as he finished her sentence, "Not good-looking?"
She put down her chopsticks, glanced quickly at the calm, expressionless face across from her, then quickly looked away, keeping her eyes down and maintaining a blank expression.
Fu Zhiheng suddenly chuckled, a very short laugh, the meaning of which was unclear.
"So you were faking amnesia after all."
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