Author: Digging wild vegetables

Okay, that’s it, let’s talk to Yaoyao next time.”

Before Shen Yao could ask her question, Chen Yayun hung up the phone first, leaving Shen Yao sitting alone at the dining table.

Is this dead?

Shen Yao sighed.

You can't eat nothing at night, why don't you cook some porridge and serve it?

Shen Yao grabbed a handful of rice and put it into the pot. While making porridge, she finished most of the rice on the table.

The rice porridge doesn't take long to cook. After a while, the aroma of white rice begins to rise up along the edge of the pot.

Shen Yao found a tray and carried the rice porridge up to the third floor.

The third floor is where Chen Yiqian's bedroom and study are located. This is Shen Yao's first time going up there.

There are complicated patterns everywhere on both sides of the spiral staircase. After reaching the third floor, the entire space is shrouded in darkness, leaving only a few sporadic lights coming from downstairs.

Is it a voice-activated light?

Shen Yao tentatively stamped her foot, but there was no reaction.

She adjusted her position, supporting the tray with one hand, and groping back and forth on the wall with the other hand.

The rough texture on the wall reached the fingertips, causing them to feel slightly numb. The darkness gradually paralyzed people's perception, and only the sound of their own footsteps was left in the surrounding area.

"Why are you here?"

There was a sudden sound in the air, and Shen Yao screamed in fright, and the tray in her hand was knocked to the ground.

Shen Yao's back felt numb and her breathing became a little faster.

"Chen Yiqian, why don't you make any sound when you walk?"

Chen Yiqian said nothing, and suddenly approached her and grabbed Shen Yao's wrist: "Why are you up here?"

In the darkness, Shen Yao felt as if her wrist was tightly clamped by iron pliers, unable to move at all.

Shouldn't she come up at this time?

Shen Yao gradually regretted it, snatched her wrist from Chen Yiqian's hand, and replied: "I see that your stomach is not feeling well, so I came up to give you a bowl of porridge."

The atmosphere between the two was a little tense. After a while, Chen Yiqian put his hand around the back of Shen Yao's head and patted it gently, "Thank you for your hard work."

"No hard work, the porridge spilled out and you couldn't drink it." Shen Yao pulled the two of them further away and complained without leaving a trace.

Why didn't you turn on the light and stand quietly behind her in the middle of the night? You almost had a heart problem.

"Will it trouble you?" Chen Yiqian suddenly asked.

It's just cooking rice porridge. There are not many steps. Just add water and rice in proportion and add some white sugar. It's not a hassle.

Shen Yao shook her head honestly.

"I'm not asking about cooking rice porridge." Chen Yiqian walked back, turned on the light in the corridor, and suppressed the smile on his lips, "You have to take special care of my eating habits and my taboos. These are very important to you. Will it be troublesome?"

There's something wrong with the atmosphere. Are the capitalists showing sympathy for the lower class working people? Why are you asking such a strange topic?

Chen Yiqian looked at Shen Yao standing aside and thinking hard, and suddenly asked a different question: "In other words, do you think I am a trouble?"

"How is that possible?" Shen Yao quickly denied that there is no reason for a worker to say to his face that he is troublesome to his boss. "Eating habits are innate. I can't blame you."

"That's good." Chen Yiqian bent down and picked up the tray lying on the ground, and carefully picked up the broken porcelain pieces, "By the way, I want to drink pumpkin rice porridge, and I may have to work hard for you again. "

Shen Yao's legs, which were about to squat down to help him pick up the porcelain pieces, straightened instantly.

She now wants to withdraw what she just said.

Chen Yiqian is in trouble. If you don’t drink the white porridge in the pot, why should you drink pumpkin porridge?

Shen Yao dared not say anything in anger, so she gritted her teeth and turned around and went downstairs, making loud noises with every step, clearly showing her dissatisfaction.

Chen Yiqian looked at Shen Yao's leaving figure and smiled. The discomfort in his stomach had mostly healed after taking the medicine at home. He shouldn't have troubled her anymore, but he really wanted to drink pumpkin rice porridge now.

This can be regarded as a little bit of selfishness on his part.

A little bit of shady selfishness.

Chen Yiqian cleaned up the broken porcelain pieces on the floor, then went down to the second floor and walked around to the kitchen.

Shen Yao has already cleaned the pumpkin and is putting it into the remaining rice pot.

"When the pumpkin is ripe, the pumpkin rice porridge will be ready. It will be quick." Shen Yao noticed Chen Yiqian at the door and thought he was a little anxious from waiting.

If you don't eat anything at night, you will definitely be hungry. Fortunately, the rice porridge is enough, otherwise you would have to boil water and wash the rice again, which would take longer.

Shen Yao originally had some complaints in her heart, but when she thought that Chen Yiqian became like this because he struggled to stuff the tomatoes, the anger in her heart was instantly eliminated.

"Don't be in a hurry, just take your time."

As the two of them were saying this, the air in the cooking pot gradually rose upwards, lifting the lid of the pot and bubbling.

Shen Yao lifted the lid of the pot, picked up a spoon and stirred it slightly, and a large amount of white smoke rushed out.

The white rice has been cooked for a longer time than before, mixed with the pumpkin, and glowing with an attractive light.

Shen Yao took out a small bowl from the disinfection cabinet, but Chen Yiqian took it away.

"Let me do it."

The moment the two exchanged soup bowls, their little fingers connected, and a numbness quickly climbed up from the fingertips. Shen Yao put the bowl into his hand and hurriedly put her hands behind her back.

The heat around him surged up, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was the heat of the bodies between the two of them or the temperature of the pumpkin rice porridge.

The two looked at each other in silence, and after a moment Chen Yiqian spoke.

"It's very late, go and have a rest." He turned slightly to make way for Shen Yao.

The distance between the stove and the wall is very close, and it cannot fully accommodate two people passing through it together.

Shen Yao raised her eyes and looked at Chen Yiqian. His expression was still the same as usual, as if the episode just now had no impact on him at all.

It's just that the tips of his ears seem to be a little redder than usual.

Shen Yao stood on tiptoes and turned her body sideways. She was extremely careful with every step she took, trying her best to avoid physical contact between the two of them.

Chen Yiqian's brows furrowed a bit.

Physical contact is normal, but the wife he married back home avoids him as if he is a scourge.

Before his brain had time to think, his hands took the lead in making a choice, holding Shen Yao's waist with a slight effort.

"Chen Yiqian, what are you doing?"

Shen Yao felt a force on her waist and leaned forward uncontrollably, with the tip of her nose hitting Chen Yiqian's chest.

The shock was so severe that the nose seemed to have transcended the limitations of the body and became a whole body of its own.

Shen Yao stood up from Chen Yiqian's arms with difficulty and rubbed the tip of her sore nose: "Fortunately, my nose is original, otherwise it would be a bad thing."

Chen Yiqian casually explained with a reason: "I just saw a mosquito and I was scared."

Ridiculous, so ridiculous.

It's late autumn now, and mosquitoes will freeze to death for three generations to come.

For such a useless reason, it would be more believable than directly saying that he had been taken away from his body.

Shen Yao rubbed the tip of her nose, pushed Chen Yiqian away from her with her other hand, and angrily returned to the bedroom.
Chapter completed!