On the table was a steaming... egg feast.
Song Huan couldn't figure out what Pei Yan, who was sitting opposite her, was thinking. After she kissed him, Pei Yan seemed to have temporarily lost his murderous intentions towards her.
But he didn't let her go. He dragged her into Mingsong Hall without saying a word.
Song Huan didn't have the courage to resist, so he picked up the food box that Pei Chen had placed under the eaves of the door.
"Eat...eat?"
The air was too quiet. Pei Yan placed the bloody knife on the table, as if to protest to Song Huan. Song Huan was so frightened that his words became softer than usual.
Pei Yan's expression relaxed noticeably when he heard that. Song Huan held his breath and waited for his answer, a look of desire carefully hidden in his eyes.
These eggs on the table will get cold soon if we don’t eat them.
Pei Yan didn't know what he was thinking about. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "You go first."
"...Me first? Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"
Song Huan's eyes flickered with a spark of fire, and he almost nodded in agreement, but how could he pick up his chopsticks in front of Pei Yan?
She endured it, her life was too short, she didn't dare.
However, Pei Yan looked at her seriously, his face extremely serious as he uttered two words, "Suitable."
Song Huan's face tightened, and he immediately changed his attitude, "I'll listen to you. If you say it's suitable, then it's suitable."
After she finished speaking, she picked up the chopsticks nimbly and first picked up a piece of scrambled eggs with green peppers. After eating, seeing that Pei Yan didn't move, she picked up another piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes... Pei Yan's dark eyes stared at her without blinking.
Being stared at like this, Song Huan felt embarrassed to pick up his chopsticks, and his mouth felt a little dry after eating only vegetables.
Song Huan licked the corner of his mouth and looked at the egg custard and egg soup placed in front of Pei Yan... and suddenly felt thirsty.
The egg custard doesn’t contain much sugar and is light and sweet.
The egg soup doesn’t have much salt, it’s light and refreshing...tsk, just right for quenching thirst.
"Would you like some soup?" Song Huan asked the overly silent person opposite him.
As expected, Pei Yan said without changing his expression, "You go first."
Song Huan couldn't help but feel secretly delighted, but a small frown appeared on his forehead, and he looked very embarrassed.
It seems... Uncle Li has used his cooking skills normally this time.
Pei Yan got the answer from Song Huan's performance, and sighed inwardly. Just as he was about to stand up, he heard Song Huan say again, "But I only prepared one small bowl. If I use it first, I'm afraid someone will have to go to the kitchen to get another one later.
But the soup has been ready for 25 minutes, and it will take about 15 minutes to get it back and forth. By then, the soup will probably be cold, which will affect the taste."
This soup actually has a nice texture... Pei Yan felt a little complicated. "You, like the taste of Uncle Li's cooking?"
"Ahem!" Song Huan suddenly felt something choking her throat. She quickly waved her hands, "No, I don't like it!"
It's poisonous.
Who would like the taste of Old Man Li’s cooking?
...Could it be that Pei Yan likes it?
As soon as this thought came to mind, Song Huan felt nauseous.
Toxic, poisonous, her brain is poisonous.
Pei Yan: "...I see you're enjoying your meal."
Song Huan: “……?” Suddenly he understood.
No wonder, she finally understood why Pei Yan asked her to eat first - it turned out that he thought the food was made by Old Man Li and wanted her to test for poison!
Haha, man.
Song Huan snorted coldly.
Pei Yan is indeed a scheming guy.
It seems that she can't tell this guy that she cooked the meal. If it doesn't suit his taste, her life will be in danger...
But if Pei Yan thought it was delicious, she would also leave herself a way out to "expose herself" or "get exposed"...
"Actually, I think there might be a new chef in the kitchen. These dishes...are much better than Uncle Li's. How about you try some?"
Song Huan stood up and diligently picked up a large spoon, poured half a bowl of egg soup into a small bowl, and ran to Pei Yan as if presenting a treasure, "Smell this fragrance, look at this color..."
"You drink first." Pei Yan remained motionless.
Song Huan blinked, "I'll drink first... Will you dislike me later? Maybe we should use the same bowl."
She had originally prepared these things for Pei Yan alone. Except for an extra pair of chopsticks, the rest were only for one person.
Pei Yan's expression remained unchanged, "It's okay."
Song Huan: “…”
When she kissed him before, he was very disgusted.
But now, for the sake of food, even she doesn't mind it.
As expected, the power of food is extremely strong.
Song Huan quickly finished half a bowl of soup.
Seeing her expression unchanged, Pei Yan reluctantly believed her. Picking up his chopsticks, he first took a bite of the scrambled eggs with green peppers, then a bite of the scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and finally a bite of the egg custard with his chopsticks...
Pei Yan tasted everything except the egg soup.
We agreed not to dislike it.
Men's words are really deceiving.
Song Huan secretly complained in her heart, but when she saw Pei Yan's favorability towards her rise to "+8", she was in a good mood. It turned out that as long as Pei Yan liked the food, his favorability towards her would still increase even if he didn't know it was made by her.
Song Huan happily put the bowl down. When she lowered her eyes, she saw Pei Yan's hand resting on his left knee... that hand was still dripping with blood, and a small puddle of blood had formed at Pei Yan's foot.
The smile on Song Huan's lips froze instantly, and his heart suddenly panicked, "Are you hurt?"
Why don’t you clean and bandage the wound when you get injured?
Pei Yan must be mentally ill.
Pei Yan's face was calm: "It has nothing to do with you, sit back and eat."
The author has something to say: Jinjin: I will try my best to make up for the word count tomorrow!
I made some minor adjustments, but I couldn’t hold on any longer. My mind wasn’t clear yet. From now on, I will never go out to play again after writing this article… Mushrooms.
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