Chapter 4 Stealing Food
Empathy for capitalists is the beginning of misfortune.
Yunyang deeply understood the meaning of this sentence.
Especially when she was so hungry that her stomach was practically sticking to her back when she arrived at the Xiaoyuan staff restaurant.
In the huge restaurant, all the servants and bodyguards were lined up, their expressions as somber as if they were going to a funeral.
As Yunyang received her plate, her heart sank.
The familiar recipe, the familiar taste.
A small bunch of bright green vegetable salad, the same kind that Fu Xiaoting had for lunch.
She carried the plate, found a corner to sit down, and listened to the suppressed murmurs around her.
"Eating grass again, I feel like I'm turning into a sheep."
"Keep your voice down! Are you out of your mind?"
"It's all because of the gentleman. I heard he's lost his appetite ever since that accident."
"What Steward Giulio said is that we should share joys and sorrows with our master; that is called loyalty."
Yunyang silently poked at the lettuce leaves on the plate.
This isn't about sharing joys and sorrows; it's clearly about mutual destruction.
Fu Xiaoting stabbed the table with a pen in his study that afternoon; it was purely due to low blood sugar.
Anyone who never eats carbs would go crazy.
After finishing this rather lackluster dinner, Yun Yang was summoned to Fu Xiaoting's bedroom.
Her last task for the day was to make his bed.
Fu Xiaoting's bedroom was as big as a small football field, and the decor was the kind of black, white, and gray that could drive a living person to depression.
The man sat in a wheelchair by the window, looking out at the thick, impenetrable night, his back as lonely as a sculpture.
Yun Yang didn't dare to look too much. She lowered her head and walked to the huge bed that could fit five of her, and began to make the bed.
I spread out the quilt, smoothed out every wrinkle, and patted the pillow until it was fluffy and soft.
Throughout the entire process, the room was eerily quiet, with only the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together.
[This pillow looks great in the photo; it looks like a very comfortable pillow to sleep in.]
Ugh, this bed is so big, it feels so empty, lonely, and cold sleeping alone.
The blanket is so thin; if I catch a cold, Brother Ji will definitely kill Little Brew.
Yun Yang paused.
She silently walked to the dressing room, took out a thick down comforter from the cabinet, and covered him with the original comforter.
After doing all this, she bowed slightly to Fu Xiaoting's back and prepared to leave work.
[Hey? Little Yunniang knows I'm cold, how thoughtful!]
She's a good person; let's ask Brother Ji to give her a raise tomorrow.
[Ugh, Brother Ji is probably going to start imagining I'm into her again. So annoying, so annoying!]
Yun Yang's lips twitched, and she fled the bedroom as if escaping.
He closed the door tightly, then felt a pang of regret.
You ran too fast.
Actually, I also wanted to see how a cripple gets into bed.
In the short drama, they all fly up in a flash.
I wonder if Xiaoting can fly...
Back in the dormitory, the room was empty except for a dim bedside lamp.
My roommate Anna is nowhere to be found. The open copy of "To Live" lies forlornly on the bed, like an ominous sign.
Yun Yang had no interest in paying attention to her.
After washing up, I went to bed.
The hard, cold bed frame hurt her bones, and hunger felt like countless ants gnawing at her stomach.
This is unbearable!
She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep, thinking that she wouldn't be hungry once she fell asleep.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but in a half-dream, half-awake state, a domineering fragrance wafted into her nostrils.
It's not the smell of perfume, but the aroma of food being fried in oil, mixed with the smoky scent of spices.
It tastes like a pancake!
It also has a hint of scallion flavor!
Yunyang's eyes suddenly opened, shining like two light bulbs in the darkness.
Her dorm room was closest to the kitchen, so this smell was coming from there!
At this hour, who's still cooking in the kitchen?
Could it be that one of the guys was so hungry that he got up to sneak a midnight snack?
Yunyang's stomach growled even louder. She swallowed hard and sat up in bed with a jolt.
This is intolerable!
She tiptoed to open the door. The corridor was pitch black, with only the faint green light of the emergency exit in the distance.
I made my way to the kitchen step by step.
The kitchen door was ajar, and a faint light from a cell phone screen shone through.
The aroma grew stronger, with a faint burnt smell mixed in.
Yunyang cautiously peeked half her head in and saw a dark figure with its back to her, busily working in front of the stove.
The man was very tall and had a very robust build.
Yun Yang's heart skipped a beat. Could it be one of the bodyguards?
If she goes in now, will she be mistaken for an accomplice and chopped up by Giukillo along with her?
Just as they were hesitating whether to retreat, they stepped on something round and chubby.
"Clatter—"
A crisp sound was amplified infinitely in the deathly silent kitchen.
The dark figure froze instantly, as if a pause button had been pressed.
The next second, a terrified scream exploded in Yun Yang's mind.
【Aaaaaah! Who is it?! Who's in the kitchen at this hour?!】
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