He stood there, looking somewhere, his mind filled with the beautiful, shy face that had just turned and walked away.
He looked out the window, not focused on thinking, nor recalling any particular scene. In short, his state was more like… being in a daze.
After an indeterminate amount of time, a burnt smell wafted to his nose, and at the same time, a low voice from Kimura Hiromu sounded outside the door—
“Good morning! Young master…” The voice carried an irrepressible teasing tone.
“Hmm?”
As he turned to look at the door, Pu Cangxie’s brain cells also began to work.
“Ah!” He exclaimed, suddenly realizing the meat had almost boiled dry, starting to emit a burnt smell.
Good heavens! He had never been so distracted before that he’d actually burned the stew!
“Young master, what’s wrong? How strange, you actually ruined something while cooking!”
Kimura Hiromu’s voice was laughing, and so were his eyes and eyebrows.
Pu Cangxie gave him a slightly displeased look, turning off the gas and speaking in a calm tone: “I need to go downstairs and apologize to Aunt Fang.”
“Okay!” Kimura Hiromu, who had just come upstairs, was smiling, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, “Go apologize quickly!”
His words made Pu Cangxie feel strange. Since when did Kimura Hiromu, who always stood quietly in the corner, start talking to him like this?
“What’s wrong?”
“Hmm?” A hint of guilt flashed in Kimura Hiromu’s eyes, “What’s wrong? Oh! Right! I’ll go down first, I was going to help Ali Baba change a light bulb!” He was referring to another neighbor from the Middle East.
Watching Kimura Hiromu’s hurried departure, Pu Cangxie’s confusion grew.
What was going on?
Suddenly, a very light… very light… laugh that should have disappeared half an hour ago appeared.
A middle-aged woman with a spring-like, smiling face suddenly appeared, blocking his path.
“Aunt Fang?”
Pu Cangxie was stunned, then remembered he needed to apologize, “Oh, I wanted to say…”
“You’re so capable!”
