"Forget it, it's nothing, there's no need to apologize."
Shi Qian felt sorry for her cousin, who was a few months older than her and came from the countryside. After all, he had grown up with her and was her best friend.
He didn't know how things had suddenly turned out this way, and he felt awkward about the stalemate.
"By the way, didn't Brother Meng make breakfast? Shi Yan, have you eaten yet? Do you want to eat together?"
Shi Qian offered Shi Yan a way out, and Shi Yan also felt that his actions were not appropriate and would damage his image in Meng Qing's eyes.
It's just an apology, isn't it? It's a simple matter of saying a few words. Your affected manner makes you seem petty.
Shi Yan stepped forward timidly, tears welling in his eyes, and said softly, "Cousin, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."
Shi Qian patted Shi Yan on the back and put one hand on his shoulder. Shi Yan was a little shorter than Shi Qian, so it was easy for Shi Qian to put his hand on his shoulder.
"It's alright, we're brothers, let's not hold grudges. Come on, let's have breakfast together."
The three sat down at the dining table. Shi Qian ladled out three bowls of porridge, pulled up a chair, and began to drink it slowly, sip by sip.
It was a very simple bowl of white porridge with only a tiny bit of salt. Shi Qian remembered that she had never liked white porridge before.
Strange, it tastes so good now.
Shi Yan was already somewhat dissatisfied with what had just happened and was looking for some other excuse when he saw the white porridge in Shi Qian's bowl and the poached egg on the table, and couldn't help but laugh.
As expected, I'm a godsend; no wonder I'm just a cannon fodder character used to advance the plot.
Seeing Shi Qian put down his chopsticks, Shi Yan immediately stood up, walked to Meng Qing's seat opposite him, and put his hand in front of Meng Qing.
“Brother Meng didn’t do it on purpose. If you don’t like it, just don’t eat it. Don’t take it out on others.”
“I know you hate plain porridge and don’t like poached eggs. You only eat boiled eggs, and you throw a tantrum if you touch them. We’ve had over a dozen nannies in our family since we were little because of this.”
"Take last month for example, Aunt Chen just fried an egg for me, and you smashed the plate and fired her!"
"Shi Qian, you're being a bit too domineering. You don't like to eat it yourself, but you won't let others eat it either. It's fine when it's just family, but now that there are outsiders here, you shouldn't throw a tantrum."
After saying that, he turned to look at Meng Qing, who was sitting down, and comforted him, "Brother Meng, don't be afraid, I'll protect you!"
Shi Qian was also stunned for a moment after hearing Shi Yan's words.
Does she hate plain congee? Hate poached eggs? She won't eat them and won't let others eat them either? She even broke plates? And she fired over a dozen aunties over this trivial matter?
How come he has absolutely no recollection of this? Was he like this before?
Plain porridge isn't bad, is it?
He can eat poached eggs, right? Why is there a difference between boiled and unboiled ones? Aren't they all from the same mother?
Shi Qian had no recollection of ever being so picky, domineering, and difficult to deal with.
However, he was certain that he could eat.
I just finished a bowl of plain porridge and was about to put down my chopsticks to get another bowl, wasn't I?
There were also fried eggs. Shi Qian doubted her own dislike for them, so she picked up her chopsticks, took one, and took a bite.
This isn't bad at all, is it?
Shi Qian was completely confused. Had she ever been this dramatic before?
When Shi Yan saw Shi Qian reach for the plate of fried eggs, he thought Shi Qian was going to smash the plate, so he quickly raised his arms to block in front of him and shouted, "Brother Meng, be careful!"
After waiting for most of the day, there was still no sound of the plate breaking. When I opened my eyes, I found Shi Qian chewing away.
...
What's going on? Doesn't he not eat fried eggs?
Shi Yan hadn't paid close attention to Shi Qian's bowl before, but now he noticed that Shi Qian had finished the porridge in it.
Shi Qian didn't make any move at all, which made his stunt seem rather ridiculous.
Meng Qing didn't know what had happened, he just felt that Shi Yan was in his way.
He frowned, but still politely said, "Excuse me, I need to eat."
Shi Yan awkwardly stepped back, while Meng Qing picked up the chopsticks on the table, took a poached egg, and put it in her bowl.
Shi Qian stood up, holding the bowl, and said, "I was just about to get up to get a bowl of porridge."
Shi Yan gritted his teeth in resentment, not knowing what to say for a moment.
[Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Doesn't this idiot hate plain congee and poached eggs the most?]
How could there be no reaction at all! How is that possible!
[So what does this mean now! It makes me seem really inexplicable for suddenly pulling this stunt!]
[Why are Shi Qian's habits different from those in the story? Is it the porridge? Is it the egg?]
...
Meng could hear Shi Yan's inner turmoil, and couldn't help but smile, finding the scene somewhat amusing.
He glanced at Shi Qian, who sat back down with a bowl of porridge, his hair a mess, humming a song as he did so, and suddenly found him quite adorable.
After what had just happened, Shi Yan didn't know what to say anymore.
He was frantically reviewing his actions in his mind, completely baffled by Shi Qian's reaction.
So the three of them sat quietly at the table and drank their porridge, with only the sound of spoons and bowls clattering together.
Shi Qian drank the porridge, and later complained that Meng Qing hadn't fried enough eggs, so she fried a few more herself. In the end, she ate a total of three bowls of porridge and five poached eggs.
Shi Yan's eyes were practically blatantly burning with anger as he looked at Shi Qian. It was blatant sabotage.
Damn it, he, who knows the whole plot, was ruined by a cannon fodder NPC.
What about his pride and dignity as the protagonist?
Shi Yan became increasingly angry, and by the end of the meal, he was experiencing indigestion.
Meng Qing didn't think anything of it; he also quite liked eating congee and poached eggs.
In the end, Meng Qing and Shi Qian were full, while Shi Yan was full of anger.
Shi Yan felt he needed to calm down, so after finishing breakfast he told Shi Qian he had something to do, left the room, and decided to find a place to sort out the plot.
After eating her fill, Shi Qian lay down on the sofa, rubbed her stomach, and said, "Ah, that feels so good."
Meng Qing, on the other hand, very conscientiously cleaned up the dishes and took them to wash herself.
When Shi Qian saw Meng Qing preparing to wash the dishes, he quickly stopped her. She was a guest, how could he let her wash the dishes?
Hey! Don't wash the dishes! You don't need to! There's a dishwasher!
Shi Qian remembers that her small kitchen has a dishwasher, although she doesn't seem to cook often before, and usually goes downstairs to ask the housekeeper to cook.
When Shi Yan first arrived, she was too afraid to go out and just kept clinging to him, and she didn't dare to eat anything.
There was no other way, so Madam Shi expanded Shi Qian's room with a small kitchen, fully equipped with everything he needed.
Shi Qiannuo sidled into the kitchen, pointed to the dishwasher, and said, "Put it down, I'll teach you how to use it!"
After some fiddling, the machine started running smoothly.
Shi Qian reached out, wanting to put his hand on Meng Qing's shoulder, but unfortunately he wasn't tall enough and it wasn't comfortable. He started fiddling around to find a comfortable angle.
Meng Qing didn't dislike Shi Qian's touch, and even cooperated by lowering her body slightly to let him lean on her.
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