Nan Yu opened the ointment, and was about to apply it when she remembered Pei Ji's message that it needed to be rinsed with cold water. Her brows furrowed in pain, and she leaned against the wall, limping to the bathroom.
I turned on the tap and rinsed my legs as well.
After about twenty minutes, Nan Yu turned off the tap, wiped herself lightly with a towel, and bent down to apply the medicine.
It hurts so much.
I didn't fall asleep until almost midnight.
Pei Ji didn't sleep all night, watching the surveillance footage the whole time. There were only cameras in the kitchen and a small balcony, not in the rooms. He couldn't see anyone, and he was so worried that he was practically at his wits' end.
He sends messages at 6 o'clock every day.
hAxYG: Bro, are you awake? How are your injuries?
hAxYG: Don't cook for the next few days.
hAxYG: I'll make it and leave it at your doorstep.
Nan Yu's phone was always on silent, and since she had just fallen asleep, she had no idea that Pei Ji had sent a message.
Pei Ji woke up and immediately ran to the kitchen to get busy.
Mrs. Pei came downstairs wearing a nightgown.
Hearing a noise from the kitchen, I frowned and went in to find it was my son.
With her eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and her slender white arms crossed over her chest, she smiled and said, "Young Master made breakfast. How strange."
Pei Ji didn't even glance at his mother, his hands still busy cutting the preserved eggs, and said, "I cooked this for Brother Xiaoyu, he burned his foot last night."
Pei's mother: "Brother Xiaoyu?"
Pei Ji: "You don't recognize me."
No one knows a child better than their mother. Mrs. Pei raised an eyebrow. "You made me cook porridge so early in the morning, did you take a fancy to him?"
Pei Ji finally spared a glance for his mother, his ears turning slightly red, but he remained silent.
Mrs. Pei leaned against the doorframe and asked, "Which family are you talking to? I've never heard you mention them before. How long have you been dating?"
Pei Ji: "We've only just started getting to know each other."
Mrs. Pei smiled even more broadly.
"You fell in love with her at first sight? Son, you're something else, dropping such a bombshell on your mother. No wonder so many girls were pursuing you, but you didn't say a word to any of them."
Pei Ji put the ingredients into the cooked porridge.
I made another sandwich, two boiled eggs, then went to the refrigerator to get milk, washed a new cup, and filled it with milk.
Pei's mother had never seen her son so diligent before.
She had no idea he would do these things.
In her memory, her son was a complete idiot when it came to daily life.
It seems to be a stereotype.
"Son, make two extra portions, since Auntie is on leave today."
Pei Ji kept busy with his hands and replied, "I didn't prepare anything, I ordered takeout for you guys."
Mrs. Pei was so angry she laughed. "You know how to order takeout, would it kill you to cook one more meal?"
Pei Ji: "I didn't think of that. Adding more rice will affect the taste. If it doesn't taste good, Brother Xiaoyu won't eat what I make next time."
Mother Pei smiled and then sighed, "A son grows up and is no longer under his mother's control."
That's alright, at least they haven't forgotten about the old couple.
"You don't hide anything from Mom, so it's not unreasonable for you to reveal your background, is it?"
Pei Ji: "The older brother next door."
Mrs. Pei: "Your Uncle Yang's family... no, your Uncle Yang's family doesn't have a son, is it on the right?"
She had always thought that house was empty, and even the curtains were always closed all year round. Turns out, someone lived there, and a young man at that. Her son is something else; he managed to find someone who was hiding so well.
Mrs. Pei: "We're all neighbors, let's invite that child over for dinner tonight."
"It's inconvenient for me to walk, so I won't come."
"Alright, alright, you two get to know each other better. Once you're familiar with each other, bring her home to meet your mother and see how much older she is than you."
"Six years old."
Pei Ji is 19 this year, 6 years older, which makes him 25. He tentatively asked, "Isn't the age difference a bit too big, son?"
Pei Ji poured the cooked porridge into a thermos, glanced at his mother, and said, "What do you mean by the 12-year age gap between you and my dad?"
Mrs. Pei was speechless, snorted, and turned to leave.
After finishing, I carried the things next door and sent a message to Brother Xiaoyu while standing at the door.
hAxYG: Brother Yu, breakfast is at the door.
hAxYG: Remember to come and pick it up.
hAxYG: I don't know if you like the preserved egg and lean pork congee I made.
hAxYG: How is your foot injury?
hAxYG: Send me a message if it still hurts.
The message was sent at 7:45.
Pei Ji had class in the morning, so he had to go to class first.
Summer vacation is approaching, and I'll soon have time to spend with Xiaoyu. I'm really looking forward to it.
9:00
hAxYG: Little Yu, have you had some porridge? How did it taste?
hAxYG: I'm still in class.
hAxYG: What do you want to eat for lunch?
9:30
hAxYG: Xiaoyu Ge
hAxYG: Respond to me
hAxYG: Are you still sleepy?
hAxYG: Please reply when you see this message.
hAxYG: Yeah, that works too.
hAxYG: Don't ignore me
9:58
hAxYG: Brother Xiaoyu, why are you ignoring me?
hAxYG：
hAxYG: Two minutes left
hAxYG: I'll come find you later.
At 10:00, Pei Ji grabbed his bag and ran out. The professor was still on the podium saying his last words. Pei Ji had deliberately sat in the back row, and the back door was open. The professor only caught a glimpse of him and heard a sound before he disappeared.
Pei Ji's school is just across the street from his home.
Not far.
However, the teaching building is far from the school gate.
They sped along.
Seeing the porridge he had cooked that morning still sitting there in the distance, he paused. It was nearing the summer heat, and Pei Ji was like a furnace in winter and lava in summer. Even from this short distance, the boy's broad and well-proportioned back was already soaked with sweat.
Arriving at Nan Yu's door, he lifted the object to check its weight and found that no one had touched it. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was good that Xiao Yu was ignoring him.
Take out your phone and send a message.
hAxYG: Little Jade, are you still not awake?
hAxYG: Breakfast might be cold.
hAxYG: I'll make you a new one.
hAxYG: What do you want to eat for lunch?
Having already bombarded Nan Yu with enough criticism this morning, Pei Ji didn't want to say too much and offend her, so he took the thermos away and went home to continue cooking. Pei's mother saw her son returning with the thermos.
Curious, she asked, "Why are you back now? It's Friday, don't you have a class?"
Pei Ji tossed his backpack onto the sofa and went straight into the kitchen, replying, "Something came up."
Mrs. Pei: "What is it?"
Pei Ji: "It's nothing."
Pei's mother was so angry she laughed. One minute he had something to do, the next he had nothing to do. He took his coffee cup to the kitchen and saw his son pouring the food from the thermos into a bowl and then going to prepare new ingredients.
He raised an eyebrow. "They're not going to eat? They're even skipping class because they're so eager to eat?"
Pei Ji: "He's not awake. Make it again if it gets cold."
Mrs. Pei: "Wouldn't it be fine if we just heated it up?"
Pei Ji: "Not fresh."
Pei's mother: . . . . . .
That's really ridiculous.
“I told my son, I respect your sexual orientation, but you also need to respect other people’s sexual orientation. What if the neighbor likes a girl? Wouldn’t it be harassing her if you delivered breakfast to her?”
Pei Ji peeled the preserved egg and threw the shell into the trash can.
His expression changed instantly, his eyes darkening as he stared directly at Madam Pei, his possessiveness radiating from his words, "He doesn't like me! Brother Xiaoyu can only like me!"
Mrs. Pei was shocked; her son was still a long way off.
That's a scary thing to say.
“Pei Ji, don’t do anything illegal or disorderly. Your father isn’t the richest man in the world. Our family’s money and connections can’t help you.”
Pei Ji: "Mom, what are you thinking? I'm just cooking some porridge, how is that breaking the law?"
Pei's mother: "What do you mean by saying that someone can only like you? Pei Ji, don't get too deeply involved and end up loving someone you can't have. Like those obsessive and yandere characters in short dramas, let me tell you, in reality, those are all considered mental illness. You're my only son. If you go to a mental hospital, what am I supposed to do?"
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