Sheng Yuan had no intention of exposing Zizi's lies. From beginning to end, the only thing she cared about was whether he had eaten well.

…

Shi Yan looked at her and repeated the words: "No need to change."

Sheng Yuan, however, shook her head in disapproval and refused: "You still have to change it. If you don't like it, you have to change it."

Having said that, she immediately turned into a first-class action person, picked up her phone, and prepared to ask someone to submit a list of private dishes to her.

My mind is full of——

How can I not eat well? "...No, it makes no difference."

There was a pleasant magnetism in the boy's low voice, which sounded softly, and the words flowed out from his thin lips.

He murmured, as if he was talking to her, but more like he was talking to himself.

Sheng Yuan was fiddling with her phone and didn't hear clearly.

He looked up and asked, "What?"

Shi Yan took off his mask and stood facing her with his back to the ceiling light in the open kitchen. The boy was very tall, and the bright light was blocked by his broad and thin back, leaving only his clear outline.

The halo projected from the side outlined several smooth lines on his high nose bridge and jaw, and his hair hung quietly on his forehead.

His skin was cold and white, his eyebrows and eyes were delicate, revealing the coldness and distance that were unique to teenagers.

But when those dark eyes looked at her, their gaze was warm and focused, without blinking.

"I mean, there's no need to change. They're all the same no matter which one you go to. I don't dislike the food."

“But there are so many left.”

The girl said quite depressed.

“…”

Shi Yan paused when he heard this, then lowered his head slightly and moved closer, finding her gaze more clearly. He hesitated.

“…Is this why you’re unhappy?”

She didn't hesitate and even nodded seriously.

Because she cares about him very much and pays attention to everything about him, a small thing like him not having a good meal at noon can easily affect her mood.

She really cares about him.

A thin layer of red gradually spread around the edge of Shi Yan's earlobe. He pursed his lips and looked at her with his dark eyes: "Sorry, I won't do it again next time."

"You don't have to order takeout for me anymore."

Sheng Yuan subconsciously widened her eyes and wanted to say something: "But..."

"I can eat the crew's boxed lunches these two days. I promise you, I will eat them all."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Xiao Zhou."

"Then when you finish shooting and return to the studio, I'll eat the meal you cook, okay?"

For Shi Yan, three meals a day are just fixed daily needs of organisms. His appetite is very bland and he is not keen on these things.

So it doesn’t matter what you eat or whether it tastes good or not.

A long time ago, he would simply eat a few bites to satisfy his need for trace elements and then put down his chopsticks.

It was not until Sheng Yuan started cooking for him and came to the lounge to eat with him almost every day that he began to be willing to eat more.

…

The boy's voice was low and magnetic, with a slight rise at the end. In just a few words, he methodically proposed the solution.

Sheng Yuan looked into Zizi's beautiful dark eyes, unable to say a bad word. She nodded and hummed softly.

…

The huge kitchen counter is filled with a wide variety of ingredients.

Sheng Yuan took a quick glance, clapped her hands, and decided on the dinner menu.

"Can I make a spicy soup, marinated black pepper beef, and stir-fried lettuce?"

"It will be all right."

"Okay~" Sheng Yuan nodded, and quickly picked out the ingredients she needed: "Then go to the living room outside for a while, wait for me a little bit."

"Watch some TV."

Two big brown bears popped up in his mind almost instantly.

"don't want."

"I'm here to help you."

The words of refusal were on the tip of Sheng Yuan's lips, but when she raised her head, she met the boy's stubborn black eyes. He looked at her quietly, his tall and slender body standing there, pursing his thin lips, motionless.

“…”

"...Okay, then you wash this."

Sheng Yuan finally surrendered, took out a bag of lettuce, and assigned Zizi the simplest task.

Shi Yan took it without saying a word and walked to the sink.

A stream of water gushed out from the faucet, dripping, splashing a cloud of transparent water droplets and forming water flowers.

"Wait a moment."

Hearing this, Shi Yan turned off the faucet, stopped, turned around, and looked at Sheng Yuan walking towards him with a long apron in her hand.

"You have to wear this, otherwise your clothes will get dirty."

The apron is a halter style, light-colored, and has elegant small floral patterns on it. It is a very cute style.

“…”

Shi Yan spread out his palms, water dripping down from his slender jade-like knuckles. He looked down at a loss, then raised his eyes and spoke to her.

"My hands are wet."

really.

She adjusted her apron, held it out, took two steps forward, and raised her hands in front of him.

Before Sheng Yuan could say anything like "lower your head", Shi Yan had already bent his back slightly and lowered his head obediently to facilitate her movements.

The floral rope loop, along with the girl's slender and soft fingers, inevitably brushed against the boy's black hair and finally fell on his slender neck.

The waist strap is a very convenient Velcro, no need to bother with tying a knot, just stick it on.

Then the next second, Sheng Yuan's body leaned forward towards him, and a sweet fruity fragrance that belonged to her uniquely penetrated more clearly into Shi Yan's every breath.

He passed her hands through his arms hanging at both sides, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw the furry head.

The process of tying an apron takes no more than five seconds.

"Okay!"

Sheng Yuan let go of her hand and turned to process the ingredients. Shi Yan stood in the distance and looked at her back for a long time before turning back and continuing to wash the lettuce.

The entire decoration is luxurious and the semi-open kitchen has a strong modern feel.

There was only the sound of running water, stirring food, and sizzling oil.

No one spoke.

But the picture and atmosphere are not at all inconsistent, exuding a warm and comfortable feeling.

They were clearly each doing their own job, but while Sheng Yuan was busy, she would divert some of her attention to look at the cub, then continue working after looking at it for a while.

Never get tired of it, over and over again.

When looking at him, the girl's eyebrows would always soften unconsciously, and there seemed to be light flowing out of her almond-shaped eyes.

The baby is so well behaved.

Shi Yan moved quickly and put the washed lettuce on a plate.

Sheng Yuan refused to let him do any other work no matter what. Shi Yan had no choice but did not leave. He leaned on the kitchen counter and looked at her back quietly.

After dinner, Xiao Zhou sent a message to pick up Shi Yan and take him back to the film and television city, as Shi Yan still had two night scenes to shoot.

Sheng Yuan was at the VIP entrance and watched Shi Yan get into the car.

Thinking silently in my heart——

Less than half a year left.

Shi Yan's artist contract has expired.

(End of this chapter)