Chapter 119 The Two of Us Are More Commemorative
The beef noodles cooked by Grandma Wen are delicious.
The beef that Wen Yu and Song Shinian bought at the supermarket came in handy. Grandma Wen had stockpiled a lot of vegetables at home, and she also rolled some noodles. The beef noodles were steaming hot and had a rich aroma.
Wen Yu felt depressed when he was in the car, but now with the night wind blowing, his mind became clearer and his appetite improved.
"Xiao Yu'er, are you thirsty? Have a bottle of milk."
Grandma Wen sat in the yard, looking at Wen Yu, her eyes full of love.
"Thank you, grandma."
Wen Yu took the milk and thanked him with a smile.
"Xiao Nian'er, you drink a bottle of milk too."
Grandma Wen had a good first impression of Song Shinian.
She has liked good-looking people since she was a child. She originally thought Xiao Yuer was the most beautiful, but now that she saw Song Shinian, she realized that Xiao Yuer's friends were also very good-looking.
When Song Shinian heard this unfamiliar name, he was stunned for two seconds.
Wen Yu, on the contrary, thought this name was particularly cute, so he imitated Grandma Wen's tone and called out "Xiao Nian'er" with a smile.
When Grandma Wen called "Xiaonian'er", Song Shinian didn't react and didn't agree immediately; when Wen Yu called "Xiaonian'er", Song Shinian reacted, but he felt that the name was a bit embarrassing. His long and thick eyelashes trembled for a few seconds before he said "hmm".
He took the milk from Grandma Wen, said thank you, and his fair earlobe turned a faint red.
Fortunately, it was dark now and Wen Yu didn't see it.
"Little Year..."
Wen Yu seemed to have discovered something interesting about the name. He repeated "Xiao Nian'er" again, and then put the beef in his bowl into Song Shinian's bowl: "Eat more meat."
Wen Yu has already eaten this bowl of noodles.
Now that he was using the same chopsticks he'd used to eat noodles to pick up the piece of beef and put it in his bowl, didn't that mean...
Indirect kiss?!
These four words flashed through his mind, and Song Shinian's face suddenly became hot. He didn't dare to look directly into Wen Yu's eyes. He said "thank you" hurriedly and looked away.
Even though Wen Yu was slow-witted, he sensed something was wrong.
"Xiao Nian'er, what's wrong with you?"
Wen Yu shouted "Little Nian'er" again.
Song Shinian shook his head and explained, "No...it's okay...I just...feel a little hot..."
"hot?"
Wen Yu was stunned.
Grandma Wen was also stunned.
The night wind is clearly a bit cool, how can it be hot?
Seeing their puzzled looks, Song Shinian added, "Beef noodles are hotter."
This explanation is barely acceptable.
After all, the beef noodles were freshly cooked and still steaming hot.
"Then eat slowly."
Wen Yu did not doubt Song Shinian's words.
After all, even if Wen Yu racked her brains, she could not imagine that Song Shinian suddenly blushed because he was "shy".
"Take your time eating."
Grandma Wen looked at Wen Yu and Song Shinian who were eating, her eyes full of love: "I'll go help you make the beds."
Their house is relatively small.
Grandma Wen and Grandpa Wen live in one room, and Wen Yu lives in a room by herself.
Now that Song Shinian had suddenly arrived as a guest, there was no room for him at home, so Grandma Wen could only ask Song Shinian for his opinion before making the bed: "Xiao Nian'er, there are no extra beds at home. Can you and Xiao Yu'er sleep together?"
Sleeping with Wen Yu...?
These words flashed through his mind, and Song Shinian was stunned again.
He had never considered the problem of "not enough beds" and had never imagined that such a good thing would fall from the sky.
"I...I'm fine..."
Song Shinian forced himself to suppress his pounding heart and pretended to be calm.
"Then I feel relieved."
Grandma Wen breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this. She smiled and said, "You and Xiao Yu'er have a good relationship anyway, so it's okay for you to sleep in the same bed."
"Is this bowl of noodles really that hot?"
Wen Yu looked at Song Shinian's flushed cheeks and asked curiously.
"have."
Song Shinian's Adam's apple moved slightly.
Fortunately, Wen Yu didn't dwell on this question and asked, he looked up at Song Shinian across from him and said, "Do you want me to blow it for you?"
Blow it?
Song Shinian blinked.
What Wen Yu said...is it what he meant?
Seeing Song Shinian's reaction, Wen Yu finally realized that Song Shinian had mysophobia, so he added: "If you don't need it..."
Who knew that before he could even utter the word "forget it", Song Shinian pushed the beef noodles in front of him and said, "Use it."
As if he felt that the word "used" was too simple and impolite, Song Shinian added "thank you".
Wen Yu: "?"
Can we still believe the rumors in the entertainment industry?
Although Wen Yu was full of doubts, he still took the bowl of beef noodles as agreed and helped Song Shinian blow it.
Time passes by every second.
Wen Yu felt a little tired from blowing, so he returned the bowl of beef noodles to Song Shinian: "It should be almost done..."
The beef noodles were no longer steaming.
Song Shinian pretended to be calm and said "thank you", but the hand holding the chopsticks was shaking with excitement.
Whenever Song Shinian thought that this bowl of beef noodles was cooled by Wen Yu himself, he felt that there was no better noodles in the world.
"Let me take a picture first..."
Song Shinian looked at the bowl of beef noodles but didn't start eating immediately.
"What are you taking pictures for?"
Wen Yu looked at Song Shinian in confusion.
Isn’t this just an ordinary bowl of beef noodles?
Why take photos?
"commemorate."
Song Shinian's answer was simple.
Wen Yu raised her eyebrows slightly: "In memory of this bowl of beef noodles?"
"Um."
Song Shinian nodded.
Naturally, he couldn't tell Wen Yu about his dirty little thoughts, so he could only nod in agreement with what Wen Yu said.
"What's so good about beef noodles?"
"I……"
Before Song Shinian could come up with a suitable excuse, Wen Yu took his phone and turned on the camera mode.
"Song Shinian."
Wen Yu called out Song Shinian's name.
"I am here."
"Look at the camera."
Upon hearing this, Song Shinian looked towards the camera.
Wen Yu looked at the two people in the camera, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Let's compare."
Song Shinian always responded to Wen Yu's requests. When Wen Yu asked him to make a "yeah" sign, he really did it.
——Click.
The photo is frozen at this point.
In the photo, Song Shinian's eyes were a little dazed, but he still cooperated with Wen Yu and made a "yeah" gesture; Wen Yu's expression next to him was much more natural, he also made a "yeah" gesture towards the camera, his eyes full of smiles.
This is the first photo of Wen Yu and Song Shinian.
"Okay."
Wen Yu looked at the photo in the camera and nodded with satisfaction.
"What's so good about beef noodles?"
The night wind blew Wen Yu's smiling words into Song Shinian's ears: "The two of us are more worthy of commemoration."
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