Chapter 125 You are like a frightened little animal
"Are you hungry?" Shi Yanchen asked, "There are some ingredients in the refrigerator that I asked them to prepare."
Pei Song shook his head and walked straight to the kitchen.
When he opened the door, everything he saw stunned him again - the copper pot he used most often was polished to a shine, and the spice jars on the shelf were arranged neatly as always, without even moving in their positions.
"Remember the first time we met?" Shi Yanchen said with a smile, "You were standing at the door like a frightened little animal."
Pei Song couldn't help laughing: "Yes, I thought you were scary at that time, with a cold face and not saying a word."
"I was thinking at that time," Shi Yanchen walked to the window and looked at the night view in the distance, "Why would this gentle-looking person come to look for a house so late at night?"
"You know?" Pei Song was a little surprised.
"Yeah." Shi Yanchen turned around, "Later I asked someone to check James's case."
Pei Song smiled and said, "When I first met you, I always felt that you were difficult to approach. Every time I passed by the study, I could hear the sound of you typing on the keyboard, so fast that it was scary."
Shi Yanchen chuckled: "So you slow down every time you pass by."
Pei Song was a little embarrassed: "You found out all this?"
Shi Yanchen said: "I also noticed that every time you cook, you always make an extra portion and leave it in the kitchen, waiting for me to come back from the lab."
Pei Song blushed: "At that time, I thought you worked too hard and always worked until late..."
"Actually," Shi Yanchen turned to look at him, "most of the time there isn't that much work to do. It's just that when I hear noises in the kitchen, I don't want to go back to my room so quickly."
These words made Pei Song's heart skip a beat.
It turned out that those encounters he thought were accidental were all intentional by the other party.
"Do you remember the day you left?" Shi Yanchen asked.
Pei Song nodded: "Remember, that morning you said there was a group meeting..."
"There is no group meeting." Shi Yanchen interrupted him, "I just don't know how to send you away."
"But then you came anyway."
"Well," Shi Yanchen said, "because I can't bear to part with it."
Just a few simple words made Pei Song's eyes warm.
"In fact, I saw you in the terminal that day." Pei Song said, "but I thought I was hallucinating because I couldn't bear to leave you."
Shi Yanchen smiled: "So you have been peeking at me?"
"I didn't!" Pei Song retorted subconsciously, but soon realized that he had let the cat out of the bag.
Shi Yanchen chuckled: "I know, because I have been watching you."
The night breeze blew in through the half-open window, bringing with it the unique scent of spring.
"Tell me," Pei Song asked softly, "Why did it take us so long to realize each other's feelings?"
Shi Yanchen did not answer immediately, but walked to the kitchen, took out a thermos cup from the cabinet and handed it to Pei Song.
Pei Song took it. It was his favorite jasmine tea, at just the right temperature.
"Because," Shi Yanchen looked at him, "some feelings are like this cup of tea, which needs to be slowly soaked in order to taste the best flavor."
The warm light shone on the two of them, and Pei Song gently hugged the person in front of him.
Shi Yanchen held him in his arms and rubbed his chin gently against the top of his head.
The warm air interweaves and the curtains flutter gently, as if time has stopped at this moment.
"Go take a shower first," Pei Song stepped back from his arms and said softly, "I still need to sort out my thoughts from the past few days. Although I have already submitted a summary, I still want to sort out my thoughts again."
"Don't stay up too late." Shi Yanchen picked up the coat on the sofa, stood up and walked towards the bedroom.
Pei Song turned on the computer and had just written a few paragraphs when he heard the bathroom door open.
Shi Yanchen walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, casually wiping his hair while looking at his phone, with water droplets still dripping down.
"You were too perfunctory in drying your hair." Pei Song couldn't help but say.
"What? You want to help me wipe it?" Shi Yanchen said with a smile.
Pei Song walked over and snatched the towel from his hand: "Sit down."
He rubbed Shi Yanchen's hair not too gently.
Shi Yanchen suddenly shook his hair like a dog shaking off water, and the water splashed all over Pei Song's face.
"You!" Pei Song glared at him with a smile, "Are you childish?"
"Didn't you want to wipe it for me?" Shi Yanchen said with a smile.
Shi Yanchen's hair was messy, with a few strands of wet hair hanging messily in front of his forehead, highlighting his three-dimensional and deep facial features. His mixed-race handsomeness was perfectly displayed at this moment.
Pei Song couldn't help but be curious: "Do you look more like your father or your mother?"
“My grandmother said I look like my father,” Shi Yanchen said, “but I look more like my mother’s side.”
"So your father is a pure D Chinese?" Pei Song asked while wiping his hair.
"Well," Shi Yanchen's voice was filled with laughter, "but grandma added some oriental elements to our family's genes."
"No wonder you speak such standard Chinese," Pei Song said, "Your grandmother taught you very well."
Shi Yanchen smiled slightly: "When she first saw you, grandma liked you very much. She said that you are good-looking and gentle, and you are her favorite type."
Pei Song paused and asked, "When did she say that? Why haven't I heard of it?"
"She told me this in private later." Shi Yanchen turned to look at him, "Do you know why she gave me this Chinese name?"
"Why?"
"She said 'Yan' means the character of a scholar, and 'Chen' means treasure. She hopes I can be as dignified as the ancient Chinese scholars, and cherish the good people I meet." Shi Yanchen's voice became very light, "Now it seems that she really has a keen eye."
Pei Song's face flushed slightly, and he rubbed Shi Yanchen's hair heavily with a towel.
"By the way," Shi Yanchen looked at Pei Song tenderly, "my parents know that we are back in City M, and they want me to take you to meet them."
Pei Song looked up in surprise and stopped what he was doing: "Meet the parents now?"
"Well," Shi Yanchen held his hand on the towel, "they have long wanted to meet the person who has been haunting me."
Pei Song's heartbeat quickened, and he stood up and took two steps: "I'm a little nervous."
Shi Yanchen pulled him over and sat him on his lap: "Don't be nervous, I'm here."
"I haven't prepared any gifts," Pei Song bit his lip, "For the first meeting, I should bring something meaningful, at least some gifts with Chinese characteristics..."
"Don't worry," Shi Yanchen looked at him gently, "I've prepared everything for you. When we set out from City C, I picked out my parents' favorite tea sets and silk embroidery, as well as some local specialties."
Pei Song looked up in surprise: "You have planned this a long time ago?"
"Of course," Shi Yanchen rubbed his hair, "Don't you understand what I do?"
Seeing Pei Song's relaxed expression, he added: "So don't be nervous, I'm here."