Shen Zhiyi's fingertips felt hot from his grip.
“His name is Wen Xiucheng,” she tried to pull her hand away, but Xie Huaiyang held it firmly with an undeniable force. She turned her face away, her cheeks slightly flushed, and explained, “He’s a senior I met when I was studying perfumery.”
She was originally studying at a college for the blind.
However, because she was very talented and had a very sensitive nose, the perfumes she made smelled exceptionally good. So the dean decided to send her to a regular institution for further training.
That's how I met Wen Xiucheng.
Over the years, he has always taken good care of her.
She was very grateful.
Xie Huaiyang snorted and said casually, "I just had Mingjie ask his friend, and he happens to produce iris gel, so I had him send a bottle over for you to take a look."
"Wait until the spices arrive, then you can try the fragrance."
"Rest for a while now, don't tire yourself out too much."
Shen Zhiyi was stunned, and suddenly turned her head.
Did he buy her spices?
Just to solve her urgent problem?
A thought suddenly occurred to her.
"Xie Huaiyang, I..."
“You don’t need to refuse.” Xie Huaiyang lowered his eyes, his gaze tracing her face. “This isn’t something I bought for you; it’s something someone else wanted to send over for you to see.”
"Both buyers and sellers need to choose for each other, right?"
Shen Zhiyi moved her lips.
Regardless, she owed him a favor.
Shen Zhiyi turned her hand and gently grasped his fingertips. "...Thank you."
Xie Huaiyang's pupils suddenly contracted.
This was the first time she had ever touched him on her own initiative...
A burst of heat shot up to my head.
Xie Huaiyang's body stiffened, he turned his head away, and a red mark quickly appeared on the back of his ear.
"What are you thanking me for? It's fine if you thank your senior for helping you, but I'm your boyfriend, and I'm different from other people."
He turned to look at her, his Adam's apple bobbing, and said in a hoarse voice, "You don't need to thank me."
"Never use it."
Shen Zhiyi seemed lost in thought, lowering her eyes and remaining silent for a long time.
She was still holding his hand.
Xie Huaiyang felt the soft warmth of her palm and smelled the rich and lingering fragrance of various spices emanating from her body. His heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest.
"I...I'm going to cook for you." He almost hastily and reluctantly pulled his hand back, his gaze unfocused, his panic visibly evident.
He was about to faint if they didn't leave soon...
"Cooking?" Shen Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment. "You can cook?"
In the past, he was playful, got into fights, raced cars, went to bars, and did all sorts of outrageous things. But at home, he was picky and found fault with everything.
You can actually cook now?
Xie Huaiyang looked at her expectant face, hesitating to speak.
"Ding-dong—"
"The food's here, I'll go open the door!" He breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to the door as if fleeing.
Shen Zhiyi groped her way to the sofa and sat down.
Hearing Xie Huaiyang lift the heavy plastic bag, close the door, and walk to the kitchen table, taking out the things he had bought one by one, making a soft rustling sound.
A strange and unfamiliar feeling suddenly welled up in her heart.
She had lived alone in silence for far too long.
It's been a long time since I've heard any noise from the house because of another person's presence.
"Oh, right," Xie Huaiyang said while chopping vegetables and looking at the recipe on his phone, "I've made plans to have dinner with Mingjie's friends tomorrow night. Your senior... don't stay too long."
Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment.
“He just comes to deliver some spices to me every few days; he doesn’t stay for long.”
A few days later?
Xie Huaiyang raised his knife and chopped off a piece of rib with great force, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Shen Zhiyi heard him fall silent, but soon a series of sizzling and crackling sounds came from the kitchen.
She smelled the aroma of many foods, and a slightly burnt smell as well.
She nervously gripped the hem of her skirt and couldn't help but ask, "Xie Huaiyang, can you really cook?"
Xie Huaiyang stared at the burnt sweet and sour pork ribs in the pot, then grimaced and dumped them away.
I'm glad I bought a lot of ingredients.
He washed the pot again, and scoffed defiantly, "Just sit there, I'll definitely cook you a feast today."
There is nothing in this world that Xie Huaiyang cannot learn!
Two hours later.
He pressed Shen Zhiyi down in front of the dining table, looking smugly at the barely formed four dishes and soup on the table, and stuffed a pair of chopsticks into her hands.
Here, have a taste.
He sat down next to her, serving her food while introducing the dishes.
Then, he leaned closer, held his breath, and watched nervously as Shen Zhiyi put the food into her mouth.
"How about it?"
"Is it tasty?"
Shen Zhiyi tasted several dishes, none of which were particularly delicious; some were even a bit burnt.
But a surge of warmth suddenly welled up in her heart, overwhelming her soul.
Over the years, because she is blind, she has tried to keep all her food simple, just enough to fill her stomach.
She couldn't remember the last time she had sat down at the table and eaten a meal like this... a hot and comforting meal, just like at home.
Although the taste wasn't perfect, but...
She lowered her eyes, chewed slowly, and swallowed it all.
"It's delicious," she said gently.
Xie Huaiyang's face instantly broke into an incredibly bright smile, and he picked up his chopsticks as well. "Really? My first time cooking was such a success? I really am... cough cough!"
He frowned deeply.
What is this?
It's way too salty!
He spat out a mouthful of food and quickly reached out to hold down Shen Zhiyi's chopsticks, saying, "Don't eat anymore."
"I'll order takeout for you."
"No..." Shen Zhiyi grasped his hand in return, "We've already made so much, don't waste the ingredients."
"Moreover, I really think it's okay, not bad at all."
She put down her chopsticks, picked up the bowl with both hands, and facing him, her eyelashes fluttering, she said in a soft voice, "Xie Huaiyang, could you help me pick up some food?"
Xie Huaiyang stared at her blankly.
It took him a while to come to his senses, and he turned his head and cursed under his breath.
Grass, so cute.
His ears turned red, and he resignedly picked up his chopsticks to help her with the food, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the iris cream he had just received on the table not far away.
Suddenly, she bit her chopsticks and said, "Baby, let me help you test the fragrance."
He stared at her intently.
"I'll be your human test strip."
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