Tang Miao is an excellent cook and he loves cooking. After the two of them got together, He Xiao's cooking skills have been stuck at making clear soup noodles and have not improved.
Now, he still makes clear soup noodles.
A simple soup base, distinct noodles, a light poached egg cooked directly in the water, and a little sesame oil for flavor.
Tang Miao sat at the desk, the steam from the clear noodle soup covering her face. She looked down, sniffing the simple and familiar scent with her not-so-sharp sense of smell.
After watching for a while, Tang Miao picked up the chopsticks on the bowl and ate the noodles bit by bit.
While she was eating, He Xiao did not leave, but stood there and watched her finish. After eating, He Xiao looked at the empty bowl and asked, "Do you want more?"
"I'm full." Tang Miao said.
He Xiao didn't say anything. He went over to take her bowl and prepared to leave to wash it.
"What do you want to eat?" Tang Miao asked He Xiao before he left.
He Xiao took the bowl and chopsticks she had used and turned around, glanced at Tang Miao who was sitting there, and said, "Noodles."
That's right. If he can cook for her, he can cook for herself. And even if he can't cook for herself, she can't do anything for him now.
This is a meaningless question.
After He Xiao said this, Tang Miao said "Oh" and said nothing more.
The room fell silent after Tang Miao said "Oh". He Xiao stood there, looking at Tang Miao, who had withdrawn his gaze and was sitting at the desk, staring at the scenery outside the gap in the curtains, and asked.
"Not going to bed?"
"Hmm?" Tang Miao turned around and glanced at He Xiao.
He Xiao stood under the light, looking down at her, holding the bowl and chopsticks she had used. After He Xiao asked this, Tang Miao seemed to come back to her senses and nodded.
"sleep."
After that, Tang Miao didn't say anything else. She took the cup of water and drank a sip of water. Then she got up from the chair and went back to lie down on the bed.
Tang Miao lay back on the bed. After lying down, her body seemed to have found its home and she relaxed. After the body relaxed, the mind relaxed. Although Tang Miao had slept for the whole afternoon, after closing her eyes again, she felt sleepy again and fell asleep again in a daze.
Fever can easily make people sleepy, not to mention that the antipyretic drugs she took also have the effect of helping her sleep.
He Xiao watched Tang Miao close his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep again. After watching for a while, He Xiao took the washed dishes, closed the door of Tang Miao's dormitory, and went to the sink.
After washing the dishes that Tang Miao had used at the sink, He Xiao went to the small kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for himself. After cooking the noodles, He Xiao simply ate them, washed the dishes, and cleaned up the kitchen.
After finishing these, He Xiao went back to the dormitory to get his things and went to the sink to wash up. After washing up, He Xiao returned to the dormitory and sat at his desk.
A week after arriving at the school, He Xiao's dormitory was gradually filled with new things, and the layout and furnishings were becoming more and more similar to Tang Miao's dormitory. However, Tang Miao had lived there longer, so some subtle traces of life were still very obvious. He Xiao's dormitory was more like a temporary accommodation, and although it had everything it should have, it was indeed not as detailed as Tang Miao's.
After sitting down at the desk, He Xiao did not continue wearing headphones. He sat there, took out his mobile phone and browsed some things, either text or pictures, but there was no sound at all.
It was precisely because of the lack of sound that he could clearly hear the sound of Tang Miao turning over on the other side of the wall.
He Xiao sat at his desk. Tomorrow was Sunday and he didn't have classes. He didn't plan to go to bed early, so he just sat there and browsed his phone for half the night.
While browsing on his phone, he could occasionally hear Tang Miao turning over and pulling the quilt from next door. He Xiao just listened and heard nothing happen.
I don’t know how much time had passed, and the sound of people turning over next door stopped for a long time. He Xiao glanced at the time and it was almost two o'clock in the morning.
It was a little after two in the morning, and there were still a few hours until sunrise. He Xiao stopped browsing his phone. He quit the app he was looking at and prepared to get up and go to bed.
Before he moved, a burst of short breathing was heard from the next room.
The breathing sounded painful and suppressed. When He Xiao heard it, he stopped moving his hands. After he stopped, the short breathing sound came again.
He Xiao sat there, listening to the short breathing, his fingers tightening around the phone. After a while, he stood up from the chair, opened the door and left the dormitory.
Tang Miao seemed to be crying. ：，，.
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