Still excited!
Chapter 2, Section 1
"Button it up to the top."
I followed him and was about to button it myself, but he suddenly turned around and reached out to help me button it up. His movements were so fast that it seemed like an illusion. By the time I reacted, he had already gone downstairs to the kitchen.
"Teacher Zhao is very good at taking care of people." I followed behind, deliberately dragging out my tone.
He paused without looking back: "The program team requires that the guests should keep warm to avoid getting sick and delaying the filming."
This excuse was so perfect that I lowered my head and pursed my lips, and saw that there were still traces of the ointment I applied last night on my wrist.
The aroma of white porridge wafted from the kitchen. Zhao Yin was already sitting at the dining table with the peeling enamel pot in front of him, which was still half full of tea leaves.
"Good morning, Teacher Wen!" The female guest came out of the kitchen carrying a plate. Her eyes lit up when she saw us. "Teacher Zhao didn't run today?"
Zhao Yin picked up the enamel pot and took a sip of tea: "Wait for someone."
I had just pulled out a chair and sat down, but when I heard that, I paused and pretended to reach for the chopsticks on the table.
The female guest beside her said "Oh" and smiled meaningfully: "So it's Teacher Deng Wen, you two have such a good relationship."
"Just a senior or junior." Zhao Yin put down the cup, his voice as calm as if he was saying that the weather was nice today. "He injured his foot yesterday, so he walked slowly."
This was said frankly, but I inexplicably felt my ears burning.
When I bent down to pour porridge into the bowl, my fingertips touched the warm wall of the bowl, and I found that the porridge was ready. It was placed in front of my usual seat. Next to it was a white porcelain plate with a fried egg in it. The edges of the egg white were fried golden, but the yolk was obviously runny.
"Did Teacher Zhao fry it?" I tightened my grip on the spoon.
He was peeling shrimps with his head down, and when he heard that, he raised his eyelids: "The aunt from the production team made it. She said you like soft-boiled eggs."
I said "Oh", but I knew in my heart that I only mentioned to Xiao Chen at breakfast yesterday that "egg yolks are more delicious when they are runny". At that time, he was sitting diagonally opposite me and was obviously concentrating on the shrimps on the plate. Oh, I suspected that he had a crush on me.
The female guest came over and said, "Teacher Wen likes soft-boiled eggs? Me too, but Teacher Zhao seems to like them well-done. Last time I saw him fry his egg yolks like rocks."
Zhao Yin's hand paused as he was peeling the shrimp, and the shrimp shell fell from his fingers into the plate with a slight crisp sound.
"Divide them." He spat out two words and put the peeled shrimp into my bowl. "Replenish protein, the wound will heal faster."
I buried it in the porridge with a spoon and watched the white porridge slowly turn light pink.
Xiao Chen ran in, phone clutched in hand. When he saw me, he waved excitedly, "Teacher Wen! Have you seen the trending searches? #Zhaoyinwaitwenxieatbreakfast# It's already hit number 20!"
Zhao Yin looked up at her. His gaze wasn't cold, but it was enough to make Xiao Chen swallow the rest of her words.
She sheepishly put her phone back in her pocket, pulled up a chair and sat down, secretly stuffed a steamed dumpling into my bowl, and mouthed, "I'm going crazy."
I ignored her and scooped a spoonful of porridge into my mouth.
When I looked up, I happened to meet Zhao Yin's gaze. He was looking at the soft-boiled egg in my bowl, his brows slightly furrowed. "Is it hot?"
"It's not hot." I shook my head, poked the fried egg, and the yolk flowed into the porridge. "It's delicious."
Only then did he look away, picked up another shrimp and started peeling it.
Look, Mom! My life is worth it!
Chapter 2, Section 2
As breakfast was almost over, the director held up a megaphone and shouted in the yard, "Today's morning's mission, divide into groups and go to town to do some shopping. Each group has a budget of 200 yuan, and they need to buy enough food for tonight."
Everyone rushed to the yard to look at the group list. Zhao Yin was assigned to the same group as me, and the female guest was next to him.
Xiao Chen chuckled in my ear: "The production team understands what we want to see."
Zhao Yin stood on my left, and my height was just up to his neck.
Narrator: Zhao Yin is 189cm tall, and I'm 175cm tall (approximately).
I moved aside, but he didn't seem to notice. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black wallet. He opened it, took a look, and then stuffed it back into his pocket. "Is two hundred yuan enough?"
"That should be enough." I thought of last night's barbecue. "Just some vegetables and meat."
The female guest came over and said, "I know there's a seafood stall in town. The owner is very nice. Why don't we go there and have a look?"
Zhao Yin had no objection, but turned to look at me and asked, "Can you walk?"
"It's healed now." I moved my ankle. It still hurt a little, but I didn't want him to treat me like a 'child' who needed special care.
To go to town, you have to take the program crew's tricycle, which has a blue plastic sheet in the bed.
Zhao Yin climbed up first, then reached out to pick me up. He used a little force when holding my wrist and only let go after I stood firmly.
The female guest followed behind and said with a smile: "Teacher Zhao treats Teacher Wen differently. He didn't even help me just now."
Zhao Yin sat in the innermost part of the truck, leaning against the railing and looking at the scenery.
I was watching him fascinated, but he suddenly turned his head and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Look at the sea." I quickly looked away. "The waves are pretty big today."
He followed my gaze and looked into the distance. Indeed, white waves were rolling on the sea. "A typhoon is coming."
He suddenly said, "It might rain in the afternoon."
"Really?" the female guest came over. "Can we still record the bonfire party tonight?"
"The production team should change the schedule." Zhao Yin retracted his gaze and fished out a candy from his pocket. It was the lemon throat lozenge I gave him yesterday. "Want some?"
He spun the candy wrapper between his fingers and finally handed it to me.
I pinched the candy wrapper and tore it open. The sour smell of lemon rushed into my nose. When I put it in my mouth, he suddenly whispered, "You didn't seem to eat much of the shrimp yesterday."
I almost swallowed the candy: "Huh?"
"Too hot?" He looked at me, his eyes softer than usual. "Next time I'll cool it down and give it to you."
The female guest exclaimed, "Wow!" "Teacher Zhao is so thoughtful! Teacher Wen is so lucky."
Zhao Yin didn't respond, but just moved towards me. When the truck bed was bumpy, his elbow touched mine, but he didn't dodge.
As a result, the car shook again, and I subconsciously hugged his arm.
(Wow, I think I was just spreading sugar on the spot.)
Chapter 2, Section 3
The town was busier than I'd imagined. Stalls lined the cobblestone streets, selling seafood, fruit, and handicrafts, their hawking cries echoing in and out. Zhao Yin handed me two hundred yuan and said, "You take care of the accounts."
"Why me?" I held the two brand new banknotes.
Narrator: Isn't it usually the wife who manages the accounts? (That's great.)
"You're attentive." He said it as a matter of course, his eyes sweeping over the fruit stand next to him. "Want some mangoes?"
I was stunned. How did he know I like mangoes?
The female guest was also stunned: "Doesn't Mr. Zhao dislike eating mangoes? In the last interview, he said that he thought the taste was too strong."
"He likes it." Zhao Yin didn't look at me, but pointed at the green mangoes on the stall. "I want three, ripe ones."
As the stall owner was weighing mangoes, I was counting money nearby when I heard Zhao Yin ask the stall owner, "Do you have any Band-Aids?"
"Yes, yes." The stall owner took out a package from the drawer and handed it to him. "Are you injured, young man?"
"My friend injured his foot." He paid and put the Band-Aid in my pocket.
When we were walking back after buying groceries, the female guest suddenly said she wanted to buy ice cream and asked us to wait for her at the intersection.
The cobblestone road was hot from the sun. Zhao Yin stood in the shade of a tree and looked at the plastic bag in my hand. "Is it heavy?"
"It's not heavy." I shook the bag in my hand, which contained the mangoes he had just bought. "How did Teacher Zhao know I like mangoes?"
He leaned against the wall, one foot on the wall, his posture a little casual.
"I guessed." He said it lightly, but his eyes fell on my face. "The cake your assistant brought you backstage at the last awards ceremony was mango mousse."
I suddenly remembered that it happened last year. I had just finished an interview and Xiao Chen ran over with a cake. I only took one bite and was called away by my agent.
He was clearly talking to the director with his back to us at the time, but he actually knew what kind of cake I had eaten.
"Teacher Zhao observes very carefully." I deliberately imitated his tone from yesterday.
He lowered his head and smiled. This was the first time I saw him smile. It wasn't the kind of polite smile where the corners of his mouth curled up, but his eyes were really curved, and there were shallow wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
"I can't help it." He raised his head. "Some people are worth taking a closer look at."
This statement was so blunt that my fingers were shaking as I held the plastic bag.
The female guest's voice came from a distance. She ran over holding an ice cream and said, "What are you talking about? You are laughing so happily."
The smile on Zhao Yin's face faded, and he returned to his usual indifference: "Nothing."
The female guest handed me a mango-flavored ice cream.
As soon as I took it, Zhao Yin suddenly said, "You injured your foot yesterday, you can't eat cold food."
"Ah?" I was stunned.
He took the ice cream without waiting for my response and handed it back to the female guest: "Change to strawberry."
The female guest said "Oh" and turned around to change her ice cream. I saw her secretly take out her mobile phone and take a picture of us.
Zhao Yin seemed not to notice and just looked at me: "Don't let the wound get cold, it will easily get inflamed."
"I understand, Teacher Zhao." I lowered my head, and the corners of my mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Narrator: What does my wound inflammation have to do with me eating something cold? (Secretly happy +1)
Chapter 2, Section 4
On the way back to the B&B, the tricycle was shaking even more violently.
The female guest was leaning against the wall of the truck bed playing with her cell phone. Zhao Yin and I were sitting side by side, our knees occasionally touching.
"Let's make mango sago pudding tonight with the mangoes we just bought," I said for fun.
He hummed, his eyes falling on the Band-Aid package sticking out of my pocket: "Does your foot still hurt?"
"Much better." I kicked off my slippers. "Teacher Zhao's sleeves are really effective."
He looked down at his left arm. The red spot there hadn't faded yet, and the sun had made it even more noticeable. "It's nothing."
The female guest suddenly looked up and said, "Teacher Wen, have you checked Weibo? Someone cut out the video of Teacher Zhao bandaging you. The background music was "Little Lucky," and it's been viewed over a million times."
My heart skipped a beat, I took out my phone and opened the second account, and sure enough, I saw that video.
In the camera, he was squatting in front of me, carefully wrapping the bandage.
The comment section was full of "Ahhh" and "Crazy", and some people even took a close-up of him pulling off his sleeves, saying "Brother Yin even ignored his UV allergy for Wenxi."
"Did Teacher Zhao see it?" The female guest handed the phone to Zhao Yin.
He glanced at it and returned it to her without saying anything.
I secretly looked at him and found that his ears were a little red. Although it was very light, I had been watching him for five years and there was no way I could make a mistake.
The tricycle suddenly bumped, the plastic bag in my hand fell to the ground, and the mangoes rolled out.
I was about to pick it up when I accidentally touched him.
He hissed.
"What's wrong?"
"Wait until the brooch on your clothes is gone, and don't let it get to me."
Then I looked carefully and saw that he was trying to help me fix it, but the mango fell and I went to pick it up and accidentally scratched his hand.
I quickly fished out a Band-Aid from my pocket, tore open the package, and handed it to him. He didn't take it, but just looked at me and said, "Put it on for me."
I was stunned. The female guest next to me exclaimed "Wow" and raised her phone to pretend to take a photo, but the camera was actually facing us.
I calmed myself down, picked up the Band-Aid, and carefully placed it on his fingertips.
"Thank you." He withdrew his hand and lightly touched the Band-Aid with his fingertips.
(This guy is so happy again.)
When we returned to the B&B, the sky was overcast and the wind was blowing the clouds towards the sea.
The program crew set up a tent in the yard, saying that they were afraid that the rain would affect the evening activities. Zhao Yin carried the vegetables he bought into the kitchen. I followed him and saw him wash the mangoes in the sink.
"How about I make mango sago pudding tonight?" I rolled up my sleeves.
He turned his head and looked at me, his eyes falling on my wrist: "No, you're clumsy, don't wait and get cut by the knife again."
"I'm not stupid." I was unconvinced. "I can cook."
He didn't say anything, just took out the sago from the cupboard and poured water into the pot.
"Cook the tapioca pearls first." He said skillfully, "Boil the water, add the tapioca pearls, cook for fifteen minutes, then turn off the heat and simmer for ten minutes."
I leaned against the door frame and looked at him. He was wearing a black apron given by the program crew, which made his waist look... quite thin.
"Teacher Wen, Teacher Zhao, the director asked you to go to the living room!" Xiao Chen's voice came from outside.
Zhao Yin and I exchanged a glance, and he took off his apron and handed it to me: "You go first, I'll stew the tapioca pearls and come back."
"Okay." I took the apron, which still had his warmth on it.
When I reached the living room door, I heard the director say, "The bonfire party tonight may have to be cancelled. The weather forecast says there will be a typhoon tonight."
"Then what activities should be changed?" someone asked.
"We've prepared board games that everyone can play in the living room." The director smiled mysteriously, "It's a great way to enhance relationships."
I suddenly felt a little excited and turned to look towards the kitchen. Zhao Yin just came out with the enamel pot in his hand.
His eyes met mine, and instead of looking away, he raised his glass towards me, as if to indicate something.
Chapter 2, Section 5
It really rained in the afternoon, and the raindrops hit the glass windows, making crackling sounds.
Everyone was huddled in the living room playing board games. Zhao Yin was dragged over to play Werewolf and sat opposite me.
"Venxi is a werewolf."
Zhao Yin checked and killed me on the first night, and his tone must have been like he was stating a fact.
I glared at him, but he lowered his head and smiled, picked up the cards on the table and tapped it lightly.
When the judge announced that I was out, I sat next to him angrily, watching him analyze the situation on the court with ease, and even spoke a little faster than usual.
"Teacher Zhao is really good at playing." The female guest came up to me and asked, "Did you play often before?"
"I don't know." I stared at Zhao Yin's profile. He was discussing with the male guest next to him who was the prophet. His brows were slightly furrowed and his expression was focused.
After the game was over, Zhao Yin won. He stood up and walked over to me: "Want to play UNO?"
"No." I was still angry with him.
He didn't say anything, just pulled a chair and sat next to me, and took out a candy from his pocket. It was the lemon candy he had just bought.
"Do you want to eat it?" He peeled off the candy wrapper and handed it to my mouth.
I didn't open my mouth, but he didn't take his hand away, just kept it raised.
Someone whistled nearby, and the female guest said with a smile, "Is Mr. Zhao trying to fool people?"
He seemed not to hear me, his eyes remained on my face.
I had no choice but to open my mouth and put the candy in, and licked his fingers by the way. The candy was so sour that I squinted my eyes.
"Is it sour?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yeah." I nodded.
He fished out a strawberry candy from his pocket, peeled it and handed it to me: "Change to something sweet."
As soon as I put the strawberry candy in my mouth, I heard Xiao Chen shouting beside me: "Teacher Wen! Teacher Zhao! Check Weibo! #Zhaoyinfeedwenxicandy# is trending!"
Narrator: Program team, please leave Weibo alone!
Zhao Yin took my phone and clicked on the trending search. The photo was taken when he was feeding me candy just now. The angle was tricky, and his tenderness and my blushing face were clearly captured.
"The photo is okay." He returned the phone to me after looking at it, saying seriously.
I almost swallowed the candy: "Teacher Zhao, don't you think it's strange?"
"What's so strange?" He looked at me calmly, "It's just a candy between friends."
The director suddenly raised a megaphone and shouted, "A typhoon is coming. Everyone, sleep on the first floor tonight. Don't sleep in the attic!"
My heart skipped a beat. I was the only one living in the attic. Did I have to share a room with others?
Zhao Yin seemed to see through my thoughts and suddenly said, "I'll sleep on the sofa and you sleep in my room."
"Ah?" I was stunned.
He didn't wait for my response and stood up: "I'll go pack my things."
The female guest laughed and said, "Teacher Zhao really protects Teacher Wen. She even gave up her room."
Zhao Yin didn't look back, but just waved his hand: "He has a foot injury and it's inconvenient for him to climb the stairs."
This excuse is still perfect. He just knows how to find these broken excuses to coax me.
Chapter 2, Section 6
Zhao Yin's room was at the end of the corridor on the first floor. It was a small south-facing room with a small balcony. He had already packed his things onto the sofa, leaving only the bed.
"You sleep here tonight." He brought my luggage in and placed it next to the bed. "Don't open the balcony door. It's very windy."
I nodded and went to the bathroom.
I was holding the clothes when Zhao Yin stood at the door. "Wenxi." When he called out, the dry clothes in my hand fell to the ground.
Me: “What?”
Zhao Yin: "Your injured foot cannot touch the water. Do you want me to..."
(Stop, stop, stop, I know what that guy is thinking!)
No...
"That's fine. My butt is a little sore from sitting for so long, and my waist is also sore."
(My body is honest!)
He held a bucket and I held a small stool. "Put your injured foot on the stool, and I'll take care of the rest."
(os: My heart is beating fast!)
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