Su Xueli held the water glass and slowly blew on it, saying, "Okay."
She didn't stand on ceremony with him and accepted his efforts without hesitation.
He owed her something in his past life.
Older people are light sleepers, and Cao Maizi was awakened by the noise from the kitchen. She pushed open the door and asked, "Who's in the kitchen?"
Wei Mingshen said, "I'll make some noodles for Xue Li since she's hungry."
Upon hearing this, Cao Maizi quickly said, "That's right, this child only drinks alcohol and doesn't eat at dinner. You should give her a poached egg."
Wei Mingshen replied, "Okay, Mother, go to sleep."
He boiled water, put the noodles in, cracked in two eggs, chopped half a scallion and two sprigs of cilantro. Once the noodles and eggs were cooked, he added the scallion and pickled vegetables and stirred them in. He then scooped the noodles into a large bowl and drizzled sesame oil over them.
Unbeknownst to him, Su Xueli, who was peeking from the doorway, was already in tears.
She had experienced this scene in her previous life, only now the protagonist had changed. In her previous life, she was the one in the kitchen; in this life, it was him.
How amazing! In my previous life, it was at this very time that Wei Mingshen came back from drinking outside. He woke up in the middle of the night, rubbing his head and saying, "I'm hungry." She quickly put on her clothes, got out of bed, and made him some noodles.
It was made with dried noodles, with two eggs poached in them, chopped green onions and cilantro added, and finally drizzled with sesame oil.
But when she carried the steaming, fragrant bowl of noodles to the bedside and gently called for him to sit up and eat, he angrily muttered, "I was sleeping soundly, why are you yelling at me!"
With that, she impatiently waved her hand, and the bowl in her hand fell to the ground, shattering in two, scattering noodles all over the floor.
Su Xueli remembers that she cried until dawn after cleaning up the noodles and broken bowls that night.
"The noodles are ready!" Wei Mingshen came over from the kitchen carrying bowls of noodles in both hands.
Afraid that he would see her crying, Su Xueli quickly wiped away her tears and went back into the room to sit at the table with her head down, her long hair covering half of her face.
"Eat it while it's hot." Wei Mingshen placed the noodles in front of her.
Su Xueli took the chopsticks from his hand, lowered her head and gently picked up the noodles, blowing on them.
Seeing that her hair was hanging down to the rim of the bowl, Wei Mingshen reached out and brushed her hair aside, tucking it behind her ears.
Suddenly, he frowned and asked in a low voice, "Are you crying?"
Knowing she couldn't hide it any longer, Su Xueli kept quiet, picked up a noodle, and silently ate it.
Wei Mingshen stared at her as she ate, one bite after another, until she finished the whole bowl of noodles, ate the two eggs, and drank the soup.
Wei Mingshen then sat down opposite her and asked gently, "Why were you crying just now?"
Su Xueli raised her face, looked at him, and asked, "You really want to know?"
He nodded.
Su Xueli said, "The scene of you making noodles in the kitchen just now appeared in my dream, but the roles were reversed. I was the one making the noodles, and I made them for you after you had been drinking."
But the result was different. I happily brought the noodles I had made into the room and walked to your bedside to call you to eat, but you slapped the bowl of noodles to the ground. The bowl shattered, and the noodles I had carefully made were scattered all over the floor…
Wei Mingshen laughed, "You little girl are so sentimental, crying like this over a dream."
Su Xueli stared at him and asked, "Tell me, do you hate the person in your dream?"
Wei Mingshen chuckled, "Of course it's hateful. But you've wronged me. How could I be so ungrateful? You can't possibly imagine me being that bad."
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