016 The Taste of Memory
Xie Yaoyao stood in the aisle, and seeing that he was sleeping soundly, she dared to look at him without restraint.
He has changed.
The hardships of the small fishing village left no mark on him; now he holds a high position of power and is elegant and dignified.
He no longer has to worry about money, nor will he be harassed by junior employees, or drink until his stomach ruptures and still not be able to get a single order.
He has been completely transformed, now high above others, and can easily control their destinies.
But why does he seem to be having a hard time?
An indescribable emotion surged within Xie Yaoyao, and she crept closer.
Under the light, Huo Yanxi's features were particularly clear. His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, as if he had something on his mind, and there was a deep crease between his brows.
The air conditioning in the villa was blasting, yet his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.
Xie Yaoyao didn't know why he looked so painful. Afraid that he would catch a cold lying there, she took a tissue and wiped the cold sweat off his face.
Before the tissue even touched his face, his wrist was suddenly grabbed firmly.
Xie Yaoyao looked at Huo Yanxi's face in astonishment.
Those dark, deep eyes had opened at some point and were staring at her intently.
Xie Yaoyao hurriedly looked away, and when her gaze fell, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the deep purplish-blue marks on his pale skin beneath his open collar.
It turned out she hadn't been mistaken that morning; he really did have injuries on his body.
But how could that be?
Now that he holds such a prestigious position, who would dare to harm him?
A suffocating, aching sensation surged in like a tidal wave, choking my lungs and causing intense pain.
For some inexplicable reason, her hand reached uncontrollably towards his open collar, wanting to pull his clothes open a little to see if he was more seriously injured underneath.
With a "smack," her hand was slapped away with great force, and Huo Yanxi was fully awake.
"Don't touch me!"
His brows were sharp and cold, his eyes burning with anger, and his tone was icy and disgusted.
Xie Yaoyao stumbled back a few steps, five clear finger marks appearing on the back of her fair hand, burning with pain.
She lowered her head, somewhat flustered, and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Huo, I didn't mean to offend you, I just wanted to..."
Look at your injury.
Huo Yanxi suddenly sat up, his suit jacket slipping off his body and falling to the ground.
He pressed his large, bony hand against his stomach, which was cramping with pain due to his intense emotions.
He was radiating aggression. "Get out!"
Xie Yaoyao was startled, and then felt a pang of disgust in his eyes, which made her nose sting.
She clenched her fists tightly, turned around, and staggered out of the living room.
Huo Yanxi sat on the sofa, his hands gripping the edge of the sofa tightly, his fingertips turning white from the force.
Insomnia and anorexia made him irritable.
He finally fell asleep, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a woman standing in front of him, trying to take off his clothes. How could he not be furious?
Huo Yanxi suppressed the violent, bloodthirsty urge to destroy the world and forced himself to calm down.
Just then.
A faint aroma of fried eggs wafted through the air, and his stomach rumbled twice, much to his dismay.
He sniffed; the aroma of burning food was coming from the kitchen. The smell was familiar, like the egg noodles Grandma Chi used to cook.
When Huo Yanxi experiences anorexia, he feels nauseous at the smell of food.
But today is very unusual.
The familiar taste finally whetted his appetite. He pressed his aching stomach and got up to walk to the kitchen.
The living room was dimly lit with only a small light on, making the brightly lit kitchen look like a Pandora's box.
In the kitchen, Xie Ziyu skillfully sprinkled chopped green onions on the noodles, placed the bowl on a tray, put a pair of chopsticks down, and then jumped down from the low stool.
He was half a head taller than his peers, but the stove in the Huo family kitchen was built higher than a regular stove.
He had a bit of trouble frying eggs, so he had to stand on a low stool.
Xie Ziyu tiptoed to pick up the tray when a cold voice suddenly came from behind him.
"What are you doing?"
The sudden sound startled Xie Ziyu, causing him to shudder and the bowl to slip off the tray.
"My noodles!" he exclaimed, reaching out his small hand to try and save them. Before he could even touch the bowl, a large hand was faster and caught it steadily.
A little bit of noodle soup spilled out, scalding Huo Yanxi's pale hand.
He placed the bowl on the counter and rinsed his hands under the cold water tap.
Xie Ziyu patted his chest as if he was still shaken. "Thank goodness he was saved. Don't you know how scary it is to suddenly make a sound in the middle of the night?"
Huo Yanxi's hands were tingling from the heat, so he rinsed them with cold water for a while.
He turned his head to look at the little one standing beside him, glaring at him with a fierce yet adorable expression, his brows furrowed so deeply they were almost knotted together.
"Why are you in the kitchen in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"
Xie Ziyu placed the tray on the counter and looked up at the bloodless man in front of him.
"I heard you calling out that you were hungry in your dream, so I'll make you a bowl of noodles."
Huo Yanxi lowered his eyes, looking at the bowl of egg noodles sprinkled with scallions, which looked excellent. A hint of surprise flashed across his deep eyes.
"Did you make this?"
"What else, Lao Deng?" Xie Ziyu put his hands in his pockets, a smug look on his face. "Do you see anyone else in this kitchen?"
He's not bragging, but when it comes to cooking skills, if he's second best in an old tenement building, no one dares to claim to be first.
Huo Yanxi glanced again at the soft-boiled egg on top of the noodles; it was cooked to perfection.
The egg white was fried to perfection, with an enticing, slightly crispy, golden-brown lace edge.
Most of the egg white remains a soft, milky white, smooth and moist, steadily supporting the plump yolk in the center.
It was sprinkled with chopped green onions, making it look incredibly appetizing.
"Old Deng, what are you looking at? If you don't eat the noodles soon, they won't taste good." Xie Ziyu saw the distrust on his face, as if he had poisoned the noodles.
Huo Yanxi hesitated for a moment, picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. The familiar taste hit his taste buds, and he froze on the spot.
This bowl of noodles tastes exactly the same as the noodles he ate in the boathouse in the small fishing village.
A suspicious glint of tears welled up in his deep eyes, and a lump formed in his throat. He never imagined he would taste the flavor from his memories again in his lifetime.
Seeing him freeze, Xie Ziyu felt a little uneasy. "How was it? Did I cook the noodles?"
Does the scumbag father dislike him? How can he please him in the future?
Huo Yanxi blinked, giving him an affirmation, "It tastes good."
Xie Ziyu puffed out his chest proudly, his dark pupils gleaming with undisguised surprise and delight. "Hmph, you know your stuff."
He gloated for two seconds, but when he saw Huo Yanxi pick up the bowl and devour half a bowl of noodles in the blink of an eye, he was stunned.
"Are you a reincarnated starving ghost? Eat slowly, don't choke," Xie Ziyu quickly advised him.
Huo Yanxi finished the last noodle in one gulp, even drinking every last drop of the broth.
He put down the bowl, elegantly wiped his mouth with a tissue, and looked at Xie Ziyu with indifferent eyes.
"Could you cook me another bowl of noodles?"
Xie Ziyu: "..."
Mommy said that you shouldn't eat too much before bed, as it can cause indigestion and is bad for your spleen and stomach.
He shook his head. "Not tonight, but I can cook you something else to eat tomorrow."
His scumbag father is so easy to hook, he has to seize the opportunity and win him over through his stomach; that way, he'll soon win his heart.
The thought of him soon being able to charm his scumbag father and achieve a partial victory made him want to laugh out loud with his hands on his hips.
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