I cooked a meal to comfort my aggrieved dog.
Lu Zhian ignored the two people kneeling on the ground and walked straight to the wall, turning on the main light in the living room with a "snap".
The cold white light instantly dispelled the previous gloom and illuminated the two kneeling figures, leaving them nowhere to hide.
He seemed to completely ignore their presence, turning and heading into the kitchen. He tied on an apron, opened the refrigerator, and took out ingredients, his movements fluid and natural, as if this were just one of countless ordinary nights. The tap gurgled, and the cleaver clattered rhythmically on the cutting board.
His cooking skills are actually quite good.
But after becoming a "designer" and taking control of that vast gray empire, I no longer had the opportunity or the inclination to cook myself.
Until he met Gu Yingshen. That guy was so picky about food that he was almost anorexic; he could hardly eat anything bought from outside.
Lu Zhian was genuinely worried that he would starve to death. During a long period of blank staring, he had no choice but to pick up the spatula again.
Later, he reasonably suspected that one of the reasons Gu Yingshen was willing to follow him was because he could cook.
The aroma of rice began to waft from the rice cooker, followed by the fragrance of dishes, gradually spreading into the quiet living room, clashing with the somber and oppressive atmosphere there.
Xiao Yuan and Xiao Jin remained kneeling motionless in front of the sofa. Their cheeks were still faintly burning, reminding them that what had just happened was not an illusion.
Lu Zhian is back, carrying with him all the memories and sharpness of a "designer".
They dared not make a move, not even exchanging glances, but simply lowered their eyes, listening to the sounds of daily life coming from the kitchen, surrounded by the aroma of home.
After an unknown amount of time, the sounds from the kitchen stopped.
Lu Zhian carried the food out and placed it on the table one by one. Three sets of bowls and chopsticks were arranged neatly.
He took off his apron, hung it up, and then turned around, his gaze calmly falling on the two people still kneeling in the same spot.
His gaze lingered on them for a few seconds, looking at their tense shoulders and lowered heads. His face was expressionless, but he spoke in a normal tone, as if calling family members to dinner:
"Come and eat."
There were no further accusations, no further reprimands, just this simple sentence.
The two kneeling figures trembled almost imperceptibly.
Xiao Jin was the first to raise his head, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, as he looked at Xiao Yuan. Xiao Yuan also slowly raised his head, his grey-blue eyes churning with even more complex emotions.
Lu Zhian had already sat down by himself and picked up his own bowl and chopsticks, as if it was up to them whether they came over or not, whether they ate or not.
Xiao Yuan took a deep breath, braced himself against the ground, and stood up first. His knees were numb from kneeling for so long, but he ignored it and silently walked towards the dining table. Seeing this, Xiao Jin quickly followed suit, his movements even showing a hint of panic.
They walked to the dining table, but did not sit down immediately. Instead, they stood there somewhat helplessly, watching Lu Zhian, who had already begun to eat quietly.
Lu Zhian picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, without even lifting his eyelids: "Sit down and eat."
The two of them, as if granted a pardon, carefully pulled out chairs and sat down. They picked up their bowls and chopsticks, looked at the simple yet fragrant home-cooked dishes on the table, and then at Lu Zhian across from them, who had a calm expression. For a moment, they didn't know how to start eating.
The punishment seems to have come to a temporary end...
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