Chapter 9 Millet Porridge
"Gu... Doctor Gu? It's so late... Is there something wrong?" He lowered his voice and made it weak. He covered his stomach with his hands at the right time, his body slightly hunched, portraying the image of a "patient" to the fullest.
Outside the door, Gu Chaoyu was holding a takeaway thermos container. He looked at Lin Muci's "sickly" appearance, his brows slightly furrowed, his tone full of genuine concern.
"Looking at the way you looked just now, I was really worried. You probably haven't had dinner yet, right? It's not good to take stomach medicine on an empty stomach." He held out the thermos container in his hand. "We're out of millet at home, so I just went out and bought you some millet porridge. It's light and nourishing. Drink it while it's hot, and you'll feel better."
Lin - actor - Mu Ci, was petrified on the spot.
【He...he actually came to bring me porridge?】
[I lied to him with such a lame excuse, but not only was he not angry, he even bought me some porridge?]
[How can there be such a good person in this world! Woohoo! I want to marry him!]
Lin Muci was instantly overwhelmed by emotion and guilt. He felt his nose sore and his eyes moistened. He stared at Gu Chaoyu blankly, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
"Won't you invite me in to sit down?" Gu Chaoyu's voice interrupted his wandering thoughts.
"Ah! Please... please come in!" Lin Muci finally woke up from his dream, quickly opened the door completely, and stepped aside to let Gu Chaoyu in.
"Eat it while it's hot." Gu Chaoyu handed the porridge and spoon to Lin Muci.
The rice grains are cooked until soft, the porridge is slightly sticky, and it exudes a sweet rice aroma.
Lin Muci mechanically took it and sat at the dining table, still in a daze. He secretly glanced at Gu Chaoyu, who was sitting opposite him, looking at him quietly, with no intention of leaving.
[He...he wants to watch me finish eating? ]
[I'm so stressed! Should I eat like someone with stomach problems?]
Should I eat in small bites, frowning, showing that I have no appetite but am trying to hold on? Or should I wolf it down, showing that I am grateful to finally get something to eat after being hungry for a long time?
In the end, Lin Muci chose a compromise. He scooped up a small mouthful of porridge with a spoon, blew on it carefully, and then put it into his mouth.
The warm rice porridge slid into the stomach, dispelling the chill caused by the tension just now.
[Hey, why is this porridge so much better than the ones I usually make... Not sure... Have another mouthful.]
So he couldn't help but take another big bite.
"Eat slowly, don't burn yourself." Gu Chaoyu's voice was so gentle that it could squeeze out water.
"Hmm..." Lin Muci responded vaguely, his cheeks feeling a little hot, not sure if it was because of the hot porridge or the man in front of him.
The bowl of porridge was quickly finished in a sweet and strange atmosphere. Lin Muci felt warm from his stomach to his heart.
"Okay," Gu Chaoyu looked at Lin Muci, "I can rest assured after seeing you finish this bowl of porridge. Have a good rest. I still need to ask you for some advice on how to raise a cat tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
Gu Chaoyu's voice was like a hook, gently scratching Lin Muci's heart, and then he turned and left.
Lin Muci let out a long sigh, then rushed back to the sofa, grabbed his mobile phone, and quickly found the name with the note "dog thing" in the contact list.
The call was connected almost instantly.
"Hello? Writer Lin? Are you checking on me so late at night? Your man is having fun outside, please don't disturb me..." Zhou Yang's nonchalant voice came from the other end of the phone, accompanied by noisy music.
"What the hell! Help! It's urgent!"
Zhou Yang seemed to have moved to a quieter place, and his voice became clearer: "What's wrong with you? Are you being hunted? Or was your manuscript rejected and you're planning to jump off the building?"
"It's much more serious than this!" Lin Muci spoke quickly, "I'll send you a link. Now help me buy the orange cat in the link."
"What the hell?" Zhou Yang thought he had misheard. "You want me to get you a cat in the middle of the night? Bro, have you gone crazy writing novels?"
"Don't worry about it!" Lin Muci stamped his feet anxiously. "Money is not a problem. I'll pay any price! You can buy it, or just rob it... No, you can't rob it! Anyway, bring it to my house as quickly as possible! Don't you know the password to my house? Just open the door and come in!"
[Please, brother! My lifelong happiness depends on you! ]
"No, Lin Muci, what on earth are you doing?" Zhou Yang was confused.
"It's a matter of life and death! It concerns my future as a single person! If you do me this favor, I'll use your name as the protagonist of my new book!"
"Get lost! Who wants to be the wronged protagonist in your novel?" Zhou Yang cursed, but finally relented. "Okay, okay, I'm scared of you. I'll contact them right away. But I have a promise. If they're already asleep, I can't pull them out of bed, right?"
"Throw it at me with money! Touch me with sincerity! Anyway, I'm leaving my innocence... no, my cat, in your hands!"
Hang up the phone,
Lin Muci glanced at the time and realized that there was no time to delay.
He rushed to the balcony as fast as he could, took a deep breath, and imagined what the orange cat looked like.
The familiar feeling of weightlessness came over him, and his body quickly shrank, his bones reorganized, and warm orange fur covered his entire body.
"Meow~"
After a light meow, a fat orange cat skillfully jumped onto the balcony railing, leaped nimbly, and landed accurately on the balcony next door.
He pushed open the half-open balcony door and slipped into Gu Chaoyu's home.
A warm floor lamp was still on in the living room, and Gu Chaoyu had not gone to bed yet.
【Luckily, fortunately, I made it. 】
Fat Orange walked with an elegant cat-like gait to the center of the living room and called out to Gu Chaoyu who had just walked out of the kitchen.
"Meow~ (I'm coming!)"
Gu Chaoyu looked at the kitten at his feet who was eager to perform, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
He actually saw it all just now.
From the hurried ringing of the phone coming from the balcony next door, to the little orange figure taking a leap... everything fell clearly into his eyes.
[My wife's plan... is really... simple and unpretentious.]
He bent down, picked up the fat orange cat, and scratched its furry chin with his fingers.
"Juzi, where did you go just now? Why didn't I see you when I came back?"
"Meow~ (A guilty cat tries to get away with meowing in a baby voice)"
Then she closed her eyes comfortably and rubbed her head against Gu Chaoyu's warm palm.
…
On the other hand, although Zhou Yang was full of complaints, his work efficiency was first-class.
With his eloquence and a little bit of "money power", he bought the fat orange dog that looked 90% like "Orange" from the original owner before midnight.
Zhou Yang held the cat cage, hummed a little tune, and skillfully pressed the password to Lin Muci's house.
"Cizi, your savior is here with your life-saving cat!"
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