As the sun dipped near the horizon, the sunlight receded from the room, and the room gradually darkened. Xie Yin put her on the bed and went to the kitchen to bring her food.
It was still red bean porridge. Jiang Shuyin held it in her hands and drank it, her clear eyes looking at him. The warm porridge warmed her stomach, and she joked, "Why don't you stay with me tonight and take care of me?"
Xie Yin, who had been staring at the bowl, looked up at her upon hearing this, his dark eyes flickered slightly, and without thinking, he said, "Okay."
He's such a bad guy, yet he always speaks well of her.
Jiang Shuyin handed him the empty bowl: "I'm full."
Xie Yin took it to the kitchen for her. He had just returned and hadn't even sat down when she said she wanted to eat steamed dumplings.
The steamed dumplings at Shaxian are sold out, so they stop making them. When Xie Yin went there, they were all gone. He asked where he could find any more, but the owner was busy cleaning up the counter and replied dismissively, "I don't know, you'll have to go find them yourself."
Xie Yin's gaze turned cold instantly, and the surveillance cameras on both sides of the lobby suddenly exploded, startling the boss.
Still clutching a rag, he rushed out to check: "I've been using these security cameras for three years, how come both of them are suddenly broken?"
The only response he received was the door that slammed shut without any wind, the glass door trembling as if it were about to shatter at any moment, and then the roller shutter slammed to the ground with a bang.
If you still don't know what's going on up here, then the boss has wasted the last thirty years of his life.
"What...what are you going to do?"
"One order of steamed dumplings, as soon as possible."
Xie Yin glanced at the time; he had been out for five minutes.
The owner swallowed hard, unable to express his frustration: "We're really out of steamed dumplings. I make them fresh every day, and I know exactly how many there are. You're late; the last batch came half an hour before you. I know there's a steamed bun shop on Kangzhuang Road; they should still have some."
At this time, it's not certain that it will be available. Let's try to get this guy away first; he still needs to open his shop for business.
Is Xie Yin even human?
The only person he could reason with was still in bed waiting to eat steamed dumplings.
"I'll give you fifteen minutes. I need to see the steamed dumplings."
The boss was extremely worried. What if they were sold out? He would have made a wasted trip. He might as well make it himself. There was still flour in the kitchen, so he quickly rolled out the dough.
Luckily, there was still some filling in the refrigerator to prepare for tomorrow. The owner has been helping with this work at home since he was eight years old. With more than 20 years of experience, he can knead the dough, roll out the wrappers, and wrap the dumplings in one go, and he is not slow at all. The way he pinches the wrappers is so fast that it is hard to see with the naked eye. The main reason is that kneading the dough takes a lot of time. Otherwise, he could really steam a whole basket in fifteen minutes.
When Xie Yin's allotted time was up, and the steamer had just been placed on the table, the owner, drenched in sweat, slumped onto a stool and tried to reason with Xie Yin: "Please wait another ten minutes; this is already the fastest you can go."
Xie Yin tapped the wooden table lightly with his index finger, making a crisp sound. Each tap felt like a blow to the chest, forcing even the heartbeat to keep up with the rhythm. The color drained from the boss's face as he stared at the steamer, wishing he could lift it up to see if it was cooked through.
When the time was up, the boss got up, quickly packed a basket of food, placed it on the table, and asked him to leave, not even intending to take the task points.
Xie Yin picked up his things, got up, the roller shutter popped up, and he pushed open the glass door and walked straight into the community. The boss figured this guy was probably a long-term customer, so he became more careful and started keeping two pounds of steamed dumplings in the freezer every day so that anyone who wanted some could just take them out and steam them.
The steamed dumplings, fresh from the steamer, were still hot when they reached Jiang Shuyin's hands after traveling all that way.
She placed it on the bedside table and patted the spot next to her: "Come on up."
Xie Yin placed his hand on his belt and pressed it lightly. The subtle snapping sound startled Jiang Shuyin, who fluttered her long eyelashes twice and asked, "What are you doing...?"
Xie Yin pulled out his belt and continued to touch the zipper: "The outer pants are dirty."
Jiang Shuyin looked at his gray suit pants, which had a bulge in the middle. Did they actually have some kind of structure?
The shadows cast by those wrinkles seemed to proclaim an inhuman grandeur.
No, it would be impolite to look at it again.
Jiang Shuyin lowered her eyes, picked up the steamed dumplings and ate them, not daring to look at him again.
Xie Yin threw the clothes he thought were dirty on the ground and then sat down.
Even without looking, his presence was constantly emphasized; the bed seemed to have slumped to an unbelievable height, tilting towards him; the sheets were so smooth that she was even afraid she would slip over them.
"I... I kick off the covers at night, could you bring another blanket to cover me? It's in the dust bag on top of the wardrobe."
As soon as Xie Yin's hand touched the blanket, Jiang Shuyin quickly pressed the blanket down.
The quilts on top of the wardrobe were all made a couple of years ago. Jiang Jianli specially bought them from someone in his hometown who grows cotton as part of her dowry.
Xie Yin said, "I don't need it, you can have it all."
He really didn't lift the blanket; he was naked outside.
There's a kind of coldness that's just there to look at. Jiang Shuyin pulled her blanket over to cover the middle of his body, her hair swaying as it brushed against his arms and chest.
Xie Yin looked up at her, and Jiang Shuyin's cheeks gradually warmed up.
Just then, the cell phone rang.
Jiang Shuyin immediately turned her back to get it, operating her phone with one hand and placing the other hand on her face to cool it down.
[Cub number 11 is ready for incubation and awaits hatching.]
This is an automatic prompt set by the system; otherwise, I wouldn't dare to spoil Xie Yin's fun.
Jiang Shu took a sip of water to calm herself down, but in her heart she was thinking: How did Xie Yin incubate the eggs?
She wants to see it.
The egg was taken out of the incubator. It was a really big egg. If it hadn't been premature, it might have had a difficult birth.
It used to be the size of a goose egg, but now it's bigger than a baby's head.
"for you."
Xie Yin took it and stuffed it into his body. Once the eggshell was completely inside, the dark hole immediately returned to its original smooth state.
"So this is how you hatch."
She was a little disappointed, thinking she had stuffed it into her stomach.
Xie Yin seemed to be deep in thought. He took out the egg, held it in his arms, and the eggshell was similar to his skin color, which would match Jiang Shuyin's imagination.
Her eyes shone brightly, like an alluring guide in the darkness, a source of warmth desperately needed in the gloom.
Without the influence of external factors, temperature always spontaneously transfers from a high-temperature object to a low-temperature object, while the transfer of heat from a low-temperature object to a high-temperature object requires a prerequisite—work being done by external forces.
He was getting closer to her step by step.
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