"N-nothing." He was focused on peeling shrimp, his tail tucked into his pants, only the slight trembling of his fingertips betraying him.
"Why is your face so red?" Fang Rong squatted down to pick up the fan. "Are you sick?"
They were perfectly fine just a moment ago.
"No." Fang Hua was so embarrassed that her voice was so low it was barely audible.
"Something's definitely wrong." Fang Rong put the fan aside, reached out to touch Fang Hua's forehead, then touched his own. Since his hands were still wet, the measurement wasn't very accurate, so he simply pressed his forehead against Fang Hua's, their heads touching intimately. "Strange, why is your forehead so hot?"
"You have heatstroke?" Although it didn't look like it, apart from his face turning red, he didn't seem to show any other abnormalities. "Never mind, you go lie down on the bed first, I'll go check on you in a bit."
He was worried that if something went wrong, it wouldn't be easy to find out in a short time, so he told Fang Hua to calm down first, so that the measurement would be more accurate later.
Fang Hua couldn't wait to escape that strange feeling, so he went straight to the bedroom without saying a word, a stark contrast to his usual leisurely nature.
Fang Rong shook her head. Seeing that he could run and jump, she guessed that there was probably nothing wrong with him.
He removed a stray hair from his forehead and focused on cooking. Single men are excellent cooks, proficient in stir-frying, stewing, and occasionally even making small snacks.
Perhaps it stems from the fact that the more single he is, the more he longs for one, but he has no assets to offer. If he doesn't have a special skill to show off, then his life is truly over. So Fang Rong works very hard to learn to cook, and most of the time he tries to figure things out at home. He only changes his cooking style when he is good at each dish, otherwise he will only change it when he gets tired of the same dish.
After he finished cooking, he brought the food to the guest table and called Fang Hua to come out. Actually, he didn't need to call her; Fang Hua came out on her own as soon as she smelled the aroma.
He seemed to have calmed down; his face was no longer red, his hands were no longer trembling, and he looked even more normal than usual.
"Are you alright?"
"kindness."
"Then hurry up and eat!" It was the middle of the night, and Fang Rong had no appetite. She ate a few things, but Fang Hua ate and drank most of them by himself.
The ribs took a long time to cook, and they weren't done until he had finished all the other food. But they were still in his stomach, and he even chewed up and drank the bones.
"Are you full?" Although his eating manners weren't terrifying, the fact that he chewed up even the bones and swallowed them still frightened Fang Rong, who couldn't help but ask.
"Yes." Fang Hua was satisfied.
Fang Rong was still worried. He remembered that Fang Hua didn't know when he was full or hungry when he was a child. He would want to eat when he saw others eating, and he wouldn't even realize when he was full. He would keep eating until he felt nauseous and vomited.
He touched Fang Hua's belly like he did when he was a child. Hmm, it wasn't too swollen, which meant the meal was just right. Too much or too little is not good; the right amount is the key.
He glanced at the dining table, silently noted down today's portions, and then urged Fang Hua to go to sleep quickly, "You have to report for duty tomorrow, so go to sleep tonight."
It was very late now, and he had already slept for a while, so he wasn't that sleepy anymore. He washed all the pots and pans, cleaned the kitchen, and then washed his hands before going into the bedroom.
Surprisingly, Fang Hua was still awake, peeking out with his head halfway. His eyes were calm and expressionless, showing no signs of sadness or joy. Despite the heat, he didn't seem to mind being stuffy and was still covered by a blanket. In contrast, Fang Rong usually only covered a corner of his body when he slept, just enough to keep his stomach from catching a cold. Now that it was so hot, he didn't want to get heatstroke.
He deliberately opened the window; there was a slight breeze at night, a cool breeze that felt very comfortable.
"She's asleep."
Fang Hua turned to look at him and said, "You go to sleep first."
Fang Rong paused for a moment, then said, "You go to sleep first."
"But I want to watch you sleep."
"Pfft." Fang Rong was amused by him. "Stop fooling around, go to sleep."
No, I want to watch you sleep.
Fang Rong paused in her action of turning off the light. "What's wrong with you today? What's gotten into you? Why are you being so disobedient?"
"Be good." Fang Hua said, his voice muffled as he covered himself with the blanket.
"If you're going to listen, then go to sleep quickly." He was afraid that Fang Hua would just agree verbally but not in his heart, and would open his eyes again while he was sleeping, so he simply played a childish game, "Count to three and then we'll go to sleep together."
"kindness."
"one two three."
Snap! The light went out, plunging the room into darkness. The two closed their eyes and drifted off into a sweet dream.
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