The warmth of the milk soothed my palms, transferring its heat to my slightly chilly fingertips.
After a brief moment of surprise, Pei Xi looked up at the milk in her hand with a look of delight, "How did you know I like Want Want Milk?"
Jiang Cheng lowered his eyes slightly and replied in a low voice, "I overheard it by chance."
Pei Xi was somewhat surprised. She asked, "Did you hear that from Pei Zhi?"
"Hmm." Jiang Cheng nodded vaguely.
"Thank you." Pei Xi nodded in thanks, his eyes beaming with joy, clearly very happy.
It was very cold outside, and he had probably kept it in his pocket ever since he bought it.
So it's still hot now.
"I'm glad you like it." Jiang Cheng looked at her and said, "...I'm going to change my clothes."
“Okay, go ahead.” Pei Xi nodded, watching him turn and walk towards the bedroom.
Jiang Cheng's bedroom was right next door; the door was open, and you could see the simple furnishings inside.
A table and chairs, a bed, and a wardrobe.
Seeing Jiang Cheng walk in, Pei Xi didn't look inside anymore. After all, it was someone else's private space, and it wouldn't be polite to look around casually.
She stood at the doorway of the inner room, not in a hurry to drink the Want Want milk in her hand, but instead wrapped it in her palm and warmed it.
Suddenly, the sound of a door being pushed open came from outside.
Pei Xi's heart skipped a beat, thinking it was one of the debt collectors from before. Just as he was about to call out to Jiang Cheng, he saw the door open and someone push it open and enter.
The man walked in, smiling, and said, "Brother Cheng, nothing much happened at the internet cafe, I was just passing by and thought I'd drop by..."
Upon seeing Pei Xi standing at the door, Zhu Yuan froze on the spot.
He opened his mouth, but his tongue seemed to be tied in knots, and he froze like a block of wood.
Pei Xi looked at him and smiled politely. She felt that this person looked familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before, but she couldn't remember where.
Judging from how he addressed Jiang Cheng just now, he seems to have a pretty good relationship with him.
She said softly, "Hello, you must be Jiang Cheng's friend?"
Zhu Yuan finally came to his senses and nodded stiffly.
Pei Xi then said, "Wait a moment, he's changing clothes inside."
“Oh, okay…” Zhu Yuan replied, then suddenly realized what he had just heard, and his small eyes widened in surprise.
? ? ?
Change, change, change... clothes?
He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, experiencing for the first time what it meant to be speechless.
Last time I asked him, Cheng-ge said "it's okay", but now things have progressed like this?
Brother Cheng really doesn't make a move easily, but when he does, it's terrifying!
Pei Xi looked at the person in front of him, wondering why he was speechless and didn't say a word.
She frowned slightly, finding the man rather strange, and then fell silent.
Startled, Jiang Cheng walked out of the house.
He changed into a black hoodie. The edges of the zipper were slightly faded and whitish from frequent washing.
Upon seeing him, Zhu Yuan felt as if she had seen a savior. Wiping the sweat from her face, she spoke first, "Brother Cheng, um... I wanted to come and see you..."
Jiang Cheng frowned at him, wondering why he looked like he had seen a ghost.
Zhu Yuan clasped his hands together and said quickly, "I'm sorry, Brother Cheng... I... I'll leave now, I'll leave now..."
After saying that, as if a ghost was chasing him, Zhu Yuan took off running.
Before leaving, he made sure to close the door.
With a loud bang, Pei Xi glanced at the tightly closed door, then turned to look at Jiang Cheng, saying hesitantly, "...Your friend seems really strange."
She was careful with her words, after all, he was Jiang Cheng's friend, and she was afraid of accidentally offending him.
Jiang Cheng withdrew his gaze, his eyes darkening.
He realized that Zhu Yuan had completely misunderstood.
"Besides, he clearly came to see you out of kindness, so why did he apologize to you just now?" Pei Xi asked softly, frowning.
Jiang Cheng lowered his gaze and remained silent for a moment.
After a while, he said indifferently, "He's sick, ignore him."
Jiang Cheng relaxed his brows, thinking that he would have to go and explain to Zhu Yuan later.
Although I know Zhu Yuan wouldn't talk nonsense, I can't let him think wildly and ruin Pei Xi's reputation for no reason.
When Pei Xi heard Jiang Cheng call someone sick without any politeness, he chuckled and stopped thinking about it.
The man looked rather honest and simple; he probably wasn't a bad person.
She quickly pointed to the lunchbox on the coffee table and said to Jiang Cheng, "I brought bone broth. Drink it while it's hot, or it will get cold."
She walked over, opened the outer lunch bag, took out the insulated food container inside, and then unscrewed the lid.
The lunchbox has two layers; the bottom layer contains soup, and the top layer can be used as a small bowl.
Pei Xi scooped the soup into a small bowl with a spoon, saying with his head down, "I noticed you really liked beef at dinner the other day, so I specially asked Aunt Li to make beef bone soup. It simmered for several hours, and it smelled so good!"
Her tone was cheerful, as if she had tasted something delicious.
Jiang Cheng suddenly froze.
He never expected that Pei Xi would actually write down his preferences at the dinner table.
This was the first time in his life that someone had treated him like this.
Jiang Cheng's Adam's apple bobbed twice, his long eyelashes lowered his gaze, and his lips pursed into a straight arc.
Seeing that he was still standing silently to the side, Pei Xi sat on the sofa and waved to him, saying, "Come on, it's going to get cold soon."
Jiang Cheng snapped out of his daze, exclaimed "Eh!", strode over to the sofa, and sat down.
Pei Xi picked up the small bowl and handed it to him like a treasure, winking, "Try it quickly."
Jiang Cheng took it and took a sip.
A fresh and fragrant aroma filled my mouth, along with a herbal flavor, which must have been due to the addition of some Chinese medicine.
The medicinal flavor neutralized the original greasiness, making it taste mellow and not greasy.
Pei Xi looked at him expectantly and asked with a smile, "Is it good?"
"Mmm." Jiang Cheng nodded. "It tastes good."
He lowered his head and took another sip.
The soup was at a perfect temperature; drinking it made me feel incredibly comfortable, as if the warmth soothed my entire body.
"Would you like to try some?" Jiang Cheng asked Pei Xi, who looked on with anticipation.
Pei Xi nodded, then suddenly remembered something, her face fell slightly: "But there are no bowls left."
Jiang Cheng paused.
Pei Xi's eyes lit up again, and she asked him, "Do you have any bowls in your kitchen? Can I borrow them?"
Jiang Cheng did not answer immediately.
The bowls in the kitchen had been used for a long time, and he didn't want Pei Xi to use them anymore.
It's not clean.
So he pointed to the lunchbox and said softly, "You can just use a spoon to drink it."
Pei Xi frowned, somewhat hesitant, "Isn't that a bit inappropriate? You'll be drinking later."
Jiang Cheng unconsciously tightened his grip on the small bowl, pressing his fingertips firmly against the rim, leaving an indentation.
After a moment, he said in a low voice, "It's okay, I... don't mind."
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