Chapter 229 Fruit Platter
After dinner, Zhou Pingchuan went to his study as usual to finish the work left over from the day.
Xia Mian went to the walk-in closet in the next building and browsed through the clothes, but he was never satisfied. For comfort, he usually dressed casually, but his outfits for events were too glamorous and unsuitable for creating a certain atmosphere.
He ran back to the master bedroom's walk-in closet, searched around, and finally found a set of white loungewear that he didn't know when he bought. The fabric was soft and decorated with fluffy rabbit prints, the kind that high school students would wear, quite innocent.
Given Zhou Pingchuan's age, he should like this kind of clothing, right?
Xia Mian changed into her pajamas, went to the kitchen, cut a plate of fruit herself, and painstakingly arranged it into a heart shape. Then, carrying the fruit plate, she knocked on the study door: "It's me."
"Enter."
Xia Mian went in as instructed, placed the fruit plate on the desk, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Are you tired from work? Have some fruit."
"Not tired," Zhou Pingchuan said without even looking up. "Did you need something?"
"Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong?" Xia Mian rolled her eyes inwardly and continued, "I'm just checking up on you."
Zhou Pingchuan appreciated it. While looking at the documents, he picked up a fruit fork and casually forked a few pieces of orange to eat. The poor, beautifully presented plate was ruined by his fork.
aestivation:"......"
Endure, endure, endure. Hardship is the touchstone of success, Xia Mian kept telling herself, trying to squeeze out the sweetness: "How is it? Is it sweet?"
Zhou Pingchuan's tone remained unchanged: "Tian. What's wrong with your voice? I remember you were very quiet in the car, you shouldn't have hurt your voice from shouting."
It was indeed very quiet.
To prevent Lao Wang from hearing, Xia Mian kept her mouth tightly covered, only letting out a few heavy gasps as she approached her climax.
...But is that the problem?
Xia Mian finally couldn't hold back any longer: "I cut this orange, didn't you notice?!"
Zhou Pingchuan finally looked away from the screen and turned to the fruit platter. It contained a combination of oranges and kiwis, with large and small pieces, fan-shaped and triangular, cut in a very casual manner.
It's definitely impossible for it to have come from the kitchen.
"I even arranged the food beautifully, but you didn't even look at it and ruined it all!" Xia Mian said, sounding increasingly aggrieved.
The plating... was a bit messy. Zhou Pingchuan looked at it from left to right and could tell that it was arranged deliberately.
"Besides, every time I come to see you, you ask me if I need anything. We're a married couple, are you saying that every time I want to see you I have to mention the OA (office collaboration system) and go through layers of approval before I can even see you? If we have to go through all that, why are we living in Longxi? Why don't we just move to the company residence? It would be more convenient for you to go to work, and it would save you a lot of commuting time!"
oh.
After Xia Mian launched into a long tirade of accusations, Zhou Pingchuan understood.
His little friend misses him.
He immediately closed his laptop, turned around, and said in a gentle tone he had never used before, "So what shape was it? Let me guess, heart?"
Xia Mian asked in surprise, "How did you know? It's heart-shaped."
“Then I’ll restore it to its original shape.” With that, Zhou Pingchuan wielded his fruit fork and quickly arranged a plate of fruit back into a heart shape, more delicate and with a more harmonious color scheme than before Xia Mian.
"You can even set out fruit platters?" Xia Mian asked, even more surprised.
Zhou Pingchuan was both amused and exasperated. It was true that his leg had been injured, but his hands were fine. This kind of thing that involved using his hands was so simple.
But in this atmosphere, one cannot laugh, nor dare to laugh. Zhou Pingchuan said in a serious tone, "I've learned a little, but it's definitely not as good as yours. Just bear with it."
"It's quite good, it has some of my charm." Xia Mian's dissatisfaction instantly decreased by half, and her tone also softened.
Zhou Pingchuan: "Can I eat now?"
"You can eat it."
With approval, Zhou Pingchuan forked a piece of orange, put it in his mouth, and slowly savored and chewed it, as if he were eating a Michelin-starred meal: "Because of the small temperature difference between day and night and the low humidity, oranges in this season are generally dry and have a sour and astringent taste. But the orange you chose is an exception. It is juicy and has a rich flavor. The kiwi is also sweet and sour. Even I, who don't like eating fruit, think it's delicious. Add to that the exquisite plating, and it's truly a vitamin C feast that is perfect in color, aroma, and taste."
Humor, the art of language.
Zhou Pingchuan's words were undeniably exaggerated, but Xia Mian was particularly pleased, feeling as if she were floating on air from the praise, and all her initial dissatisfaction vanished.
“Come here,” Zhou Pingchuan reached out and pulled him to sit on the table. “I can’t finish all of this by myself, let’s eat it together, okay?”
Xia Mian nodded, took the fruit fork Zhou Pingchuan handed her, and they each ate an orange and two kiwis in one bite.
In just one night, they ate snacks, dinner, and fruit. Xia Mian felt that if this continued, all those days of iron training might have been for nothing.
But that's what love is like: two people seeing many beautiful sights together and eating many delicious meals.
After finishing her meal, Xia Mian pouted and said, "There's another change you haven't noticed."
"You just unpacked a new set of loungewear, right?"
"Yes," Xia Mian opened her arms, her voice lowering slightly, a little embarrassed, "Does it look good? Do you like it?"
"You have fair skin, and white always looks good on you. But... it gets dirty a little easily."
Just as Xia Mian was about to observe whether Zhou Pingchuan reacted to the "pure and seductive" loungewear, she saw him pointing at his chest.
Xia Mian looked down; perhaps she had accidentally eaten fruit earlier, as there was a coin-sized orange stain on her front.
The innocent and sensual style has transformed into a messy, naughty elementary school student style where food spills all over their clothes.
Xia Mian hunched over and immediately deflated: "Alright, alright, I know, I won't wear it anymore."
Zhou Pingchuan stared at his chest, but said, "It's okay if it's dirty, you can wipe it off."
Colored juice stains can't be wiped off by rubbing alone. You'd probably need to use bleach to treat the stain locally. Xia Mian was about to laugh at the other person's ignorance when Zhou Pingchuan suddenly lifted her pajamas.
The pure cotton hem covered Xia Mian's face, her vision was completely black. Xia Mian blinked, not reacting for a moment.
He only felt the other person pinch his waist, and then a wet, slightly warm touch slowly glided across his orange-scented skin.
This is......
Xia Mian's mind exploded with a "boom"!
Then, he moved to the left, where a small, enticingly colored piece of fruit had been left behind in the fruit bowl. Zhou Pingchuan found it and savored it, knowing it must be delicious.
But with so much attention focused on the left, Xia Mian felt unbalanced. He reminded the other person that there was also fruit hidden on the other side. Through the white cloth, the taster chuckled and, as he wished, switched to the right side to continue enjoying the fruit.
After they had eaten their fill and finished, the diner asked, "Do you have work tomorrow?"
Actually, yes, under his instruction, Zhao Wei had filled his schedule to the brim. Xia Mian, having learned from yesterday's lesson, said, "I don't think I have any work, I don't remember."
The taster chuckled and slid his hands down his hips. Just then, a pleasant melody began to play.
Summer's cell phone rang in his pocket!
Damn it, why is it ringing at a time like this?! Xia Mian hurriedly took out her phone, intending to turn it off, but in her haste, her thumb accidentally slid to answer!
"Xia, where should I pick you up tomorrow morning? Is it still Longxi? The first phase of filming for this variety show will last eight days. Make sure you bring your clothes and credentials, and don't forget anything. We're flying out at nine tomorrow morning, and we won't have time to come back for them. If you're worried, I'll have Li Zi go over now to help you pack..."
Xia Mian looked at her phone, then at Zhou Pingchuan, who had already calmed down, and felt like crying but had no tears.
Zhao Wei, I'm going to tear you apart! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!
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