Chapter 34 Her lips touched the clouds on the horizon. ...
Su Cheng didn't understand what he meant.
What husband? Where did she get a husband?
She opened the message with a puzzled look; it was from the owner of Huajuan.
The other party first asked if she had arrived home, then said that she had fallen in love with the tassel pendant she made while watching the live stream, and thought it was particularly beautiful. She wanted to ask if she could make a similar one for Huajuan as well.
It's now popular for young girls to call each other "wife," just like "baby" or "sister." It's simply a cute habit of expressing goodwill and intimacy in online social interactions.
Judging from Jiang Muzhou's serious expression, it's probably a misunderstanding.
While replying to messages, she explained to Jiang Muzhou, "This is the special person I told you about."
Jiang Muzhou forced himself to remain calm, but when she looked up, her bright, sparkling eyes dazzled him like shattered diamonds, making his throat tighten.
“Huajuan’s adoptive parents,” she added, her voice brimming with barely concealed joy, “are an exceptionally lovely girl.”
The fork hangs in mid-air, and a piece of arugula gently lands on the bone china plate.
Silent and yet deafening.
Is it a girl?
The clenched fist quietly loosened, the bulging veins on the back of the hand gradually subsided, and the scar that was almost burst open by blood returned to its smooth state.
But the "Love" in the nickname...
"Huajuan has truly reached the pinnacle of feline life this time," Su Cheng recounted vividly. "To let it enjoy parkour to its heart's content, its adopter turned its home golf course into a cat playground!"
"And that's why she looked so familiar." She glanced around warily, then suddenly leaned closer to Jiang Muzhou mysteriously and whispered, "It's Fang Xin'ai! The female lead from that campus drama that dominated the trending searches last week!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Muzhou's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
He doesn't usually watch TV dramas, so naturally he had never heard of this unfamiliar name.
Su Cheng showed him the clip from the TV series. His gaze slid down the screen to the bottom and landed on the name with the word "love" in the video description.
No wonder his WeChat name is Love.
He twitched the corner of his mouth and chuckled softly.
My reaction was a bit too sensitive; it's like being bitten by a snake once and being afraid of a rope for ten years.
He forked another piece of arugula, dipped it in the thick Caesar sauce, and put it in his mouth.
The moment it enters your mouth, the sweet sauce melts on your tongue, and then the unique bitterness and spiciness of arugula gradually emerge.
He seemed to have briefly experienced the concrete manifestation of love.
I feel inexplicably happy, yet also inexplicably sad.
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There were no filming scheduled for today, and Su Cheng, unusually, resumed her usual routine.
When I woke up, it was already midday with bright sunshine outside the window.
While washing up, she opened a video app, and her number of followers surged again.
At first, she thought it was the popularity brought by yesterday's joint live broadcast. But after taking a closer look at the comments section, she realized that Fang Xin was so obsessed with shipping that she didn't use the Ferrari owner's alternate account and directly entered the live broadcast room with her main account.
Her fans followed her homepage and were completely captivated by her fluffy fur, finding it irresistibly cute.
She remembered that she had mentioned to Jiang Muzhou yesterday that she wanted to make tassel badges for Fang Xin'ai. He promised to prepare the same materials for her and let her go to his house after she woke up.
After getting dressed, she gently knocked on the door next door.
"Come in directly." Jiang Muzhou's voice came from the inner room, muffled and passing through the door, accompanied by the clattering sound of chopping vegetables.
Su Cheng pushed open the door, and a rich, salty and savory aroma wafted out, the unique fragrance of Jinhua ham.
Her eyebrows rose high, her expression brightened, and she immediately recognized the taste of the pickled bamboo shoots and pork soup that had once captivated her.
Jiang Muzhou had his back to her, with the dark blue apron loosely tied around his waist.
The cleaver clattered on the cutting board, and the tender yellow bamboo shoots were neatly arranged with his movements.
Su Cheng leaned closer, her gaze falling on the light pink scar that was healing, and asked with concern, "Is your hand alright?"
"I'm fine now." Jiang Muzhou flexed his wrists and smiled easily. "I can carry a camera now."
Su Cheng touched her earlobe, her voice lowering, "Is there a new documentary to film?"
"Okay, I'll go scout out the location tomorrow, and then film it later." He lifted another pot lid, sprinkled some salt into the boiling water, and poured in the chopped bamboo shoots.
After blanching the bamboo shoots, he scooped out the last piece, drained it, and poured it into the prepared porcelain bowl.
As she turned around, the tie around her waist suddenly came loose, and her apron fluttered down in front of her.
"Can you do me a favor?" He turned his head and looked at Su Cheng with pleading eyes.
Su Cheng stepped forward in response, and as the ribbon at her fingertips tightened, the man's broad shoulders and narrow waist gradually became visible.
He seemed to have changed his perfume again; the top notes were cool vetiver, with some refreshing herbal notes.
It smells like a cool breeze, which can calm you down in the sweltering summer.
She was concentrating on tying the knot, her fingertips twirling the apron straps.
Before she knew it, the back of her hand brushed against his lower back, and through the thin T-shirt, she felt his burning body temperature.
Her chest heaved rapidly, and her breathing became quick and heavy.
His warm breath seeped through the fabric, leaving a small damp patch on his back.
Jiang Muzhou jerked violently, and the bamboo shoot pieces in the spoon fell back into the pot with a thud, splashing up a small cluster of water.
"Sorry." Su Cheng hurriedly withdrew her hand, her voice as soft as a feather. "I didn't mean to bump into you."
Her ears burned, and she quickly tied the apron straps into a crooked bow.
After taking two steps back, she reluctantly tried to save face: "How about I cook from now on? I think I have a talent for it. Didn't you say you really liked the porridge I made last time?"
Porridge?
Jiang Muzhou's expression froze for a moment, then he turned to look at her.
A plume of hot steam billowed from the boiling pot, the white vapor blurring the view.
The bubbling sound from the pot suddenly seemed to fade into the distance.
She cooked porridge for him herself.
No wonder he became more and more addicted to that bowl of salty porridge, eventually even tasting a hint of sweetness.
But this porridge was not to his liking at all.
He raised his gaze and said slowly, "In my family, the man has always been in charge of the home, and the woman is in charge of external affairs."
Su Cheng didn't catch the subtext in his words, but it was clear that he was subtly declining her suggestion to cook.
I suppose his praise last time was just polite flattery.
If he hadn't been sick at the time, he probably wouldn't have even drunk a drop of the porridge she cooked.
However, upon further reflection, Su Cheng felt relieved.
She never really enjoyed cooking; for her, it was quite tiring. It was better to be lazy for a while and just wait to be fed instead of having to cook for herself.
Although Jiang Muzhou was about to cook right after his hand injury healed, Su Cheng felt bad about it, but she hadn't tasted his cooking for several days and was indeed craving it.
His deep-seated craving for delicious food was fully unleashed, and his culinary skills remained as excellent as ever. Every dish was unforgettable and just as good as those popular restaurants.
Especially the braised pork and bamboo shoot soup, which she had only smelled before but never tasted, was a perfect blend of the rich and savory salted pork and the refreshing sweetness of the bamboo shoots. She drank two large bowls of soup in one go.
If things continue like this, her "Spicy Hot Pot Concubine," "Skewered Hot Pot Concubine," and "Snail Rice Noodle Concubine" will probably all be relegated to the cold palace.
After finishing his meal, Jiang Muzhou neatly cleared away the dishes and spread out the craft materials he had bought that morning on the dining table.
Colorful braided yarn, translucent beads, metal buckles, and a pair of scissors.
Yuanbao was lying lazily at Su Cheng's feet, dozing off, but he immediately perked up when he saw the ball of yarn on the table.
It nimbly jumped onto the table and stretched out its little paws to touch the ball of yarn.
Just as he was about to succeed, Jiang Muzhou reacted quickly, grabbing it by the scruff of its neck and lifting it onto his lap.
Su Cheng felt indignant for poor Yuanbao and pretended to be angry, saying, "The cat is good, but the person is bad."
She picked up a pink ball of yarn, called Yuanbao's name to attract its attention, and tossed it high into the air, pretending to give it to play with.
Yuanbao's bright green eyes lit up instantly, and its four furry little legs flapped excitedly in Jiang Muzhou's arms.
Seeing Su Cheng's smiling face, Jiang Muzhou's lips also curled up. If they had children in the future, she would definitely be the one who doted on them.
He suddenly jolted awake, startled by the thought that had just popped into his head.
He attributed his wild thoughts to Yuanbao and quickly carried the culprit to the cat tree in the living room.
But when he caught a glimpse of Yuanbao with its drooping ears and innocent look, he felt a little sorry for it and took out a special pet yarn ball from the toy cabinet and threw it to it.
This special material makes the yarn safer and less likely to be bitten off and swallowed.
Knowing that Jiang Muzhou was afraid that Yuanbao would cause trouble, Su Cheng stopped joking and placed her hands neatly on the table, looking like a good student listening attentively to the lesson.
"Choose a color you like." Jiang Muzhou sat down next to Su Cheng.
Su Cheng lowered her eyes, thought about the color of the flower roll's fur, and reached out to pull out a roll of orange braiding yarn.
Jiang Muzhou picked up a ball of white thread from the side and took out two cards the size of bank cards from his pocket. "Use this as a thread winder."
He pointed to the long side of the card with his fingertip, "Just tuck the thread over here and wrap it around the card."
Su Cheng imitated him, pinching the end of the thread and wrapping it around the edge of the card, then wrapping it around and around again.
Jiang Muzhou glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of the loosely piled orange braided thread on her card.
He moved closer to Su Cheng, his shoulder almost touching hers.
“It will come undone if you wrap it like that.” He chuckled softly, his well-defined fingers tapping the coil. “You have to push it tighter.”
With a gentle stroke of the fingertip along the line, the crooked lines immediately straightened into a neat row.
A deep, pleasant voice brushed softly past Su Cheng's ear.
As he spoke with his head down, his breath fell lightly on the back of her hand, a tingling, ticklish sensation that traveled through her veins and into her heart.
She pursed her lips, trying to focus her attention on the knitting yarn in her hands.
Following his instructions, every three turns, I pushed the thread inward with my thumb, and the coil obediently stuck to the card, making it much neater.
She was like a primary school student who had just gotten a perfect score and was eager to receive her award certificate, impatient to show Jiang Muzhou her work.
My breathing suddenly stopped.
The vetiver and herbal scents all lost their effectiveness in that instant, and her cheeks instantly burned.
The whole world seemed to have been put on pause.
Her lips touched the clouds on the horizon.
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