Fu Yan thought for a moment, then looked at Feng Xiaoxiao, who seemed full of confidence.
He picked up his backpack and said to Feng Xiaoxiao, "Okay, I'll trust you this time. Then you can arrange a show for me."
Feng Xiaoxiao: "Can you sing?"
“If you don’t know how, you can learn,” Fu Yan smiled confidently. “I learn very quickly.”
"Then come to the music academy this afternoon, shall we practice?"
"OK."
Fu Yan readily agreed, then looked at Feng Lu: "Class is about to start, shall we go together?"
Feng Lu casually propped himself up, stretched his back with his hands above his head, and said, "Let's go!"
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Xiao Xin sat in the car and glanced at the time. There were still four hours until Fu Yan got out of school.
Cheng Ke told him to be more careful during the day, and he left, even changing his address for Fu Yan to "Little Yan".
He also noticed the joyful expression on Fu Yan's face at that time.
It seems that Cheng Ke's suggestion worked.
Xiao Xin decided to cook a big meal for Fu Yan tonight. He thought that Fu Yan would be so moved when he saw it that he would confess his feelings to him directly.
Then he got the video, exchanged it for 200 million, it was simply...perfect!
Thinking this, Xiao Xin acted impulsively and rushed to the market to buy a bunch of ingredients.
After he had trudged up eight flights of stairs carrying nearly twenty pounds of groceries and was standing by the door panting, he realized a fatal problem: he had completely forgotten that he couldn't cook!
Xiao Xin struggled to carry the ingredients to the kitchen, then slumped into a chair like a deflated balloon, her whole body aching and weak.
Xiao Xin only rested for a short while before rousing himself to reach for his phone in his pocket.
He found Cheng Ke's WeChat in the work group and quickly added her.
Cheng Ke was idly scrolling through her phone when she saw Xiao Xin's friend request and accepted it instantly.
Upon seeing the message from his friend, Xiao Xin immediately made a voice call to Cheng Ke without hesitation.
"What's wrong, Brother Xin?" Cheng Ke asked.
Xiao Xin hesitated for a moment, then asked him, "Can you cook?"
Cheng Ke asked with a hint of a smile, "What, trying to please your little lover?"
Xiao Xin: "Stop being sarcastic."
Cheng Ke glanced around and replied, "I can, but there are a lot of people here today, and many have taken leave, so I can't leave."
"Never mind then," Xiao Xin said, her tone full of disappointment.
Just as he was about to hang up, Cheng Ke's anxious voice suddenly came through the receiver: "Brother, you can try learning from cooking videos online. If that doesn't work, you can try making a dessert or something to practice."
"Dessert?"
"Yes, small cakes and cookies are fine, just add some of their favorite fruits for an even better taste."
Xiao Xin glanced at the mangoes on the counter, a smile playing on his lips. Luckily, he had the foresight.
"Okay, I'll hang up then."
Xiao Xin didn't argue with him and hung up the phone directly.
The wool coat she was wearing was a bit cumbersome, so Xiao Xin went back to her bedroom to change into a simple set of loungewear.
He went into the kitchen, put on a black apron, and then leaned against the counter looking for dessert videos.
Xiao Xin slowly swiped her finger across the screen and spotted a video that taught how to make mango milk cake.
He impulsively decided to make it, only to realize that mango milk cake requires dried mango, and all he had were fresh mangoes.
Left with no other option, they had to continue searching.
He went through it again and again, combining it with the materials he already had.
Xiao Xin finally decided to make mango-filled mochi.
After preparing all the ingredients, he followed the steps in the video, adjusting the ingredients according to the proportions.
After fiddling around for almost an hour, Xiao Xin finally kneaded a dough that looked relatively normal.
The previous dough was either too thick or too dry, and it couldn't be shaped at all.
Xiao Xin looked at the smooth dough in the pot, a relieved smile appearing on his face.
It wasn't easy...
An hour and a half later, Xiao Xin looked at the oddly shaped mochi balls on his plate, frowning as he pondered where things had gone wrong.
Each dumpling has its own unique shape, crooked and twisted, and some of them are even cracked, with the mango filling overflowing.
Xiao Xin thought that Fu Yan definitely wouldn't be moved now. He'd be lucky if he didn't cry from how ugly this "unknown object" was, let alone be moved.
He picked up his fork, ready to take a small bite to test the taste, but before he could even put the food in his mouth, his phone rang.
Helpless, Xiao Xin had no choice but to put the "unidentified object" in the refrigerator, wash his hands, and then go get his phone.
As soon as the speakerphone was pressed, Fu Yan's voice came through the receiver: "Hello, brother?"
Xiao Xin glanced at the time and realized that an hour had passed since Fu Yan finished class.
He put his phone on the table and wiped his hands with a towel.
"I'm sorry, I'll come pick you up right away," Xiao Xin said, quickly taking off her apron.
Fu Yan said urgently, "No, brother, I meant to say, could you pick me up a little later?"
Feng Xiaoxiao chose a closing piece for him, and he wanted to practice it more.
Xiao Xin's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly relaxed. She took a breath and asked, "Is something important?"
Fu Yan's voice was weak: "Well, I guess so."
"And Feng Lu and the others?" Xiao Xin blurted out subconsciously.
Fu Yan raised his voice: "Yes, that's right."
Xiao Xin's breath hitched, and his heart tightened.
He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound normal: "Okay, call me when you're done. I'll wait for your call."
Fu Yan, having received permission, said with a hint of excitement, "Okay, brother, I'll hang up now?"
A clear male voice suddenly came through the receiver, seemingly calling Fu Yan's name.
The voice sounded familiar, and Xiao Xin immediately recognized it as Feng Lu's voice.
His grip on the phone tightened slightly, his throat tightening: "Fine, then you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the receiver went dead.
Xiao Xin stared at the phone screen where the call had been disconnected: "..."
My heart was suddenly filled with restlessness, much like the strange feeling that had suddenly come on during the day.
There was also a strange sense of bittersweet melancholy.
This feeling was so unfamiliar, and Xiao Xin, feeling irritable, suddenly wanted a cigarette.
Xiao Xin opened the plastic bag and took out a box of Huangshan cigarettes. A box of mints also fell out with his movements.
It smells like roses.
He bought this mint because he was afraid Fu Yan would dislike the smell of smoke on him.
Because Fu Yan said last time that he liked the scent of roses, he grabbed a box of them.
As Xiao Xin looked at the candy, his father's words suddenly echoed in his ears: "You'll have something to cry about when the other person runs away."
Xiao Xin sneered, took out a cigarette and lit it.
The spiciness masked some of the dryness.
As I exhale a puff of smoke, the feeling of irritability dissipates into the air as the smoke filters through my lungs.
But what followed was an even more obvious sense of frustration.
The flirtatious interactions between Feng Lu and Fu Yan haunted his mind like a ghost. Xiao Xin threw his cigarette on the ground, crushed it heavily, and then took out his phone to make a voice call to Cheng Ke.
Half a minute later, Cheng Ke answered the phone, "Hello?"
Along with his voice, Xiao Xin also heard deafening, noisy music.
Cheng Ke found a quiet corner to talk to him: "Brother Xin, what's up?"
Xiao Xin wanted to hang up, but since she had already made the call, she asked anyway, "Why do you feel annoyed seeing those two exchanging glances in front of you?"
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