Chapter 66 Snack Stand
Jiang Jinyue scratched his ears. Lu Qingmian had a blank expression on his face and looked very angry, but his inner voice was becoming more and more explicit and excessive.
He stood there, unable to take a step forward. Finally, he turned around and ran back to the kitchen, not forgetting to close the door tightly.
After closing the door, Lu Qingmian's inner voice finally disappeared from Jiang Jinyue's mind. It seemed that she could not hear Lu Qingmian's inner voice unless she saw him.
Jiang Jinyue picked up the spoon again and stirred the porridge in the pot round and round. The more he stirred, the more confused he became, and the more anxious he felt.
He now has the physique of a little devil, his emotions are unstable, and he is easily irritable and angry. He recalled Lu Qingmian's thoughts, and Lu Qingmian's face pretending to be expressionless kept flashing in his mind. The spoon in his hand almost stirred the porridge into a whirlpool.
Only when a faint smell of burnt food wafted into his nose did Jiang Jinyue react. He immediately put down the spoon and turned off the power.
The bottom of the white porridge was a little burnt, and Jiang Jinyue discovered it too late. The burnt part was stirred up, and the whole pot of porridge became a little burnt yellow, and it didn't smell very pleasant.
Jiang Jinyue hesitated for a few seconds between throwing away the porridge and cooking it again or giving it to Lu Qingmian. In the end, his frugal nature made him choose to eat it as it was.
He filled a bowl of porridge, walked to the closed kitchen door, took a deep breath, then opened the door and walked out.
The messy mattress had been tidied up. Lu Qingmian was sitting beside it with wet hair, fiddling with the cute game with Jiang Jinyue as the protagonist that he had let Jiang Jinyue try out last night.
Hearing the footsteps, Lu Qingmian looked over. His black eyes were cold, his thin lips were slightly curled, his wet light chestnut hair was draped over his forehead, and a few buttons on his shirt collar were unbuttoned, revealing several circles of purple teeth marks left by Jiang Jinyue. He was so handsome that it was impossible to look away.
Jiang Jinyue breathed lightly, his eyes unconsciously glancing at the mess on Lu Qingmian's neck, and he walked over slowly.
Lu Qingmian seemed to be thinking of nothing at the moment. Jiang Jinyue didn't hear his thoughts, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
"I cooked some porridge for you, but... it's a little mushy." Jiang Jinyue sat next to Lu Qingmian, stirring the hot porridge in the bowl with a spoon. A mixture of rice fragrance and a faint burnt smell wafted out.
"Do you want to eat it?" Jiang Jinyue looked at the yellow rice porridge, feeling a little embarrassed.
Lu Qingmian didn't say anything, but reached out to take it. The cuff of his shirt slipped down a little from his wrist, and the bruises on his wrist were no longer covered. The bruises on his cold white skin were particularly glaring.
Jiang Jinyue's attention was drawn and a guilty look appeared on his face.
Lu Qingmian took the bowl of porridge and picked up the spoon with his other hand. His slender fingers looked particularly beautiful. There was a circle of red marks on his ring finger, which looked like a ring.
Jiang Jinyue's cheeks immediately turned red, that was also caused by his bite.
He snatched the bowl of porridge from Lu Qingmian's hand, "Or, let me feed you!"
Lu Qingmian was stunned for a moment, then looked at Jiang Jinyue with his dark eyes, without stopping her.
At this moment, Lu Qingmian's voice rang out in Jiang Jinyue's mind:
"Yueyue is feeling sorry for me."
"Yueyue feels guilty."
"How can I get Yueyue to kiss me again?"
Jiang Jinyue's hand holding the spoon trembled a little, and pretended not to hear. He scooped up a spoonful of white porridge with the spoon, blew on it, and then handed it to Lu Qingmian's lips.
"Here, eat it."
Lu Qingmian lowered his head and took a sip of the porridge in the spoon.
Jiang Jinyue heard Lu Qingmian's thoughts again.
“It’s a bit mushy and bitter.”
Jiang Jinyue lowered his eyes, feeling even more embarrassed.
"But Yueyue's cooking is the best, I must eat it all."
Jiang Jinyue couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, and the anxiety of the little devil in his heart was slowly replaced by sweetness.
As soon as Lu Qingmian finished one spoonful, Jiang Jinyue immediately brought him the second spoonful.
Lu Qingmian ate it as usual. After taking a few bites, Lu Qingmian's gaze slowly fell on Jiang Jinyue's lips.
Jiang Jinyue had a pair of beautiful, plump, naturally rosy lips, and Lu Qingmian knew very well how comfortable these lips were to kiss.
"I want Yueyue to feed me with her mouth."
The abrupt words suddenly came into his mind. The overly ambiguous and inappropriate request made Jiang Jinyue tilt the spoon in his hand, and a spoonful of porridge spilled onto Lu Qingmian's legs.
Although the porridge is no longer hot, the temperature is still not low.
Jiang Jinyue immediately went to get a tissue and helped Lu Qingmian wipe the white porridge off his legs.
Lu Qingmian held Jiang Jinyue's wrist and said, "I'm fine. It's not hot."
He took the tissue and wiped off the porridge himself, then picked up the bowl and said, "I can eat it by myself."
Lu Qingmian's overly serious words and actions are completely inconsistent with his true feelings.
Jiang Jinyue's gaze kept moving back and forth between the bruises on Lu Qingmian's wrists and the colorful marks on his body, and finally stopped at the wet mark on Lu Qingmian's pants that was still left after wiping off the rice porridge.
Lu Qingmian picked up the spoon and took a bite himself.
Although the rice porridge is mushy, the rice grains are soft and glutinous and melt in your mouth.
Jiang Jinyue heard a slight swallowing sound, and her crimson eyes looked at Lu Qingmian's Adam's apple, and finally her gaze slowly fell on Lu Qingmian's thin lips.
Romance novels all say that men with thin lips are unfeeling. Jiang Jinyue has read very few novels, but this setting appears frequently.
Lu Qingmian also has thin lips, but he is not heartless at all.
Jiang Jinyue placed both hands lightly on Lu Qingmian's legs, and slowly leaned over as if bewitched.
Lu Qingmian just put a spoonful of white porridge into his mouth, and a little rice soup got on his lips.
Jiang Jinyue's gaze was too direct, but Lu Qingmian remained unmoved.
But Lu Qingmian's thoughts clearly echoed in Jiang Jinyue's mind:
"Yueyue's gaze... makes me nervous."
The curve of Jiang Jinyue's lips became bigger and bigger. It turned out that Lu Qingmian could also be nervous.
The demon tail behind him swung gently, and the red heart on the tip of the tail swayed particularly happily.
"Is the porridge I cooked delicious?" Jiang Jinyue asked softly.
The distance between the two was very close at this time. Jiang Jinyue relied on her soft waist and her upper body was almost pressed against Lu Qingmian.
"Do you want to try it?" Lu Qingmian did not answer directly.
"OK."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Jinyue kissed Lu Qingmian loudly on the lips. Before leaving, he quickly bit Lu Qingmian's lower lip to take away the rice soup on his lips.
He frowned slightly, "It's blurry."
But the mushy smell of rice soup is so obvious, the porridge must be so unpalatable.
Lu Qingmian's body tensed instantly. He lowered his eyes and his voice became lower and lower: "Can you taste it like this?"
Jiang Jinyue's sudden kiss didn't seem to cause any emotional fluctuations in Lu Qingmian.
But in Jiang Jinyue's mind, Lu Qingmian became a chatterbox.
"Yueyue kissed me!"
"Why did Yueyue kiss me suddenly?"
"Yueyue is tempting me."
"I can bear it."
"I can definitely hold it in!"
"No, I can't help it."
"I want to kiss you back."
"I want to kiss him and make him cry!!!"
Jiang Jinyue stepped back a little, his crimson eyes narrowed into a thin line in pleasure. He suddenly looked forward to what Lu Qingmian would do.
Lu Qingmian paused for two or three seconds, then slowly scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to Jiang Jinyue.
"Would you like some?"
Jiang Jinyue should have refused, he knew it was a trap set by Lu Qingmian.
But when he met Lu Qingmian's deep black eyes, intimate memories flooded into his mind like crazy.
Jiang Jinyue's limbs became soft, her waist became more and more bent, and she lowered her head and gently bit the spoon.
When the warm rice porridge touched his lips, Jiang Jinyue finally tasted the porridge he had cooked.
"bite--"
Lu Qingmian threw the spoon back into the bowl, not even caring about the rice porridge splashing out. He put his arm around Jiang Jinyue's waist, lowered his head and kissed her hard.
The rice porridge that he had no time to swallow was snatched away by Lu Qingmian one by one. Jiang Jinyue was obviously extremely strong now, but his trembling fingertips only knew to rest on Lu Qingmian's shoulders, wrinkling his neat shirt.
A spoonful of porridge was finally swallowed by both of them. Lu Qingmian touched the spoon and scooped up another spoonful to feed Jiang Jinyue.
Jiang Jinyue turned away, her beautiful eyes filled with resistance, "I don't want to eat it, it smells so burnt."
Lu Qingmian hugged Jiang Jinyue to his body and lowered his voice, "I'm so hungry. Last night... I was very tired."
Lu Qingmian, who always had amazing stamina, actually said he was tired on his own initiative. Jiang Jinyue looked at the spoon handed to him and almost believed it.
But in his mind, Lu Qingmian's inner voice was frantically outputting:
“Eat quickly, eat quickly, eat quickly, eat quickly…”
"Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss..."
"Oh." Jiang Jinyue sighed softly, but still lowered his head and ate the spoonful of porridge.
Sure enough, the rice porridge finally entered Lu Qingmian's stomach.
In the intervals between the lingering kisses, a question suddenly popped up in Jiang Jinyue's mind:
What should I do if my boyfriend is too clingy?
The bowl of porridge was finally eaten up.
When Lu Qingmian was about to serve the second bowl, Jiang Jinyue refused frantically, and Lu Qingmian finally gave up with a look of regret.
The little devil's horns and tail are easier to cover than the cat's ears and tail, which does not delay Jiang Jinyue from going to class.
In the afternoon, Jiang Jinyue and Lu Qingmian went to school as usual.
As soon as he went out and saw all kinds of passers-by, all kinds of voices suddenly appeared in Jiang Jinyue's mind, making his head hurt and he squatted on the ground with his hands covering his head.
Lu Qingmian's expression changed drastically and he immediately hugged Jiang Jinyue.
"Yueyue! What's wrong with you? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Is it a headache?"
Jiang Jinyue shook her head and didn't want to tell Lu Qingmian that she could hear his thoughts for the time being.
He took a break for a while, and stood up after the pain subsided. This time he remembered his lesson. He hooked Lu Qingmian's arm, lowered his eyes to look at the ground, no longer looking at other people, and the noisy voices in his mind disappeared.
Seeing this, Lu Qingmian looked thoughtful, but Jiang Jinyue was not looking at Lu Qingmian at the moment, so he could not hear what Lu Qingmian was thinking.
After entering the school, the two parted ways at the fork in the road as usual. Jiang Jinyue looked at the ground as he walked into the classroom, then raised his head tentatively.
The faces of his classmates came into his eyes, and all kinds of thoughts also appeared in his mind, but the number of people in the classroom was limited. Jiang Jinyue frowned and slowly adapted.
This Mary Sue incident did not bring too much inconvenience to Jiang Jinyue's life, but instead brought many benefits.
For example, Jiang Jinyue has a lot of energy and hardly needs to sleep. He can even continue playing games after making love with Lu Qingmian.
In just a few days, he played all the games made by Lu Qingmian. Because his reaction speed became faster, his gaming skills improved. He also learned a lot about game making under Lu Qingmian's guidance and had more ideas about writing game plots.
On the last day of November, Wang Xiaoya finally bought her own snack stall. She planned to sell fried rice, fried noodles and some braised dishes that were easier to prepare in advance.
At this time in H City, the temperature is almost reaching minus 30 degrees Celsius, so there are fewer snack stalls that continue to do business, and the competitive pressure is also less.
Wang Xiaoya was well prepared. Following the example of others, she wrapped the snack stall with a cotton curtain and hung a transparent plastic sheet in front. She carved out a window on the plastic sheet to facilitate transactions, and then went out wearing a thick coat and clumsy snow boots.
She was afraid that the two children would come to help in such a cold weather, so she set up a stall in front of another university without telling them. However, just as the lunch break was about to begin, she saw Lu Qingmian and Jiang Jinyue walking hand in hand.
"Mom!" Jiang Jinyue started waving and greeting from a distance.
Wang Xiaoya felt a little embarrassed. She was afraid that she would embarrass the two children by setting up a stall, so she looked away and did not respond to Jiang Jinyue, as if she didn't know them.
Jiang Jinyue could hear Wang Xiaoya's thoughts and naturally knew what she was thinking.
He didn't say much, but just walked over quickly with Lu Qingmian and started to help greet the three or two students waiting in front of the snack stand.
Wang Xiaoya is a very good cook. She can make simple fried rice and fried noodles smell delicious. In addition, she sells cheap and cost-effective braised meat. Although the stall has just been opened, several students who have bought from her immediately came back to buy more braised meat, and some even brought their friends.
Jiang Jinyue helped collect the money, and Lu Qingmian helped pack the bags. The two of them called each other "Mom" and "Auntie" from time to time, and they didn't feel embarrassed at all. They even responded proudly when a customer praised the food for being delicious.
"It's delicious! My mom's cooking is amazing!"
"My aunt will make more delicious food for you next time you come."
Wang Xiaoya had been busy with her head down, but she gradually raised her head. The flames from the stove made her face red, and her eyes were also a little red.
Lu Qingmian nodded at Wang Xiaoya, and Jiang Jinyue reached out and wiped away the dust on Wang Xiaoya's cheek.
"Mom, look at you, your face is red from the cold."
Wang Xiaoya blinked hard, trying to hold back her tears, and suddenly shouted loudly:
"Fried rice! Fried noodles! Super delicious braised food!"
Jiang Jinyue and Lu Qingmian shouted together:
"Students, come and try it! It's really delicious!"
It was a bitterly cold winter, but the three of them were busy sweating all over.
Lu Qingmian helped Jiang Jinyue tidy up her hair which was pressed down by her hat and asked softly:
"Is it cold?"
Jiang Jinyue shook his head, his eyebrows curved with a smile: "I'm not cold at all."
He patted his chest and said, "It's so hot!"
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