Xia Xian Ning opened the window on his side and said: “I didn’t expect that after nearly a year away from home, your picky eating habits have improved.”
Luo Ying Bai sighed: “Mainly because I had no money. When I left, I was completely broke and hadn’t done any feng shui readings. I just worked random jobs at school to earn some money. I even borrowed money from you for the first semester’s tuition. Do I have the right to be picky? Three meals a day, steamed buns dipped in salt, with some pickled vegetables on weekends – that’s already great.”
Even though he knew Luo Ying Bai was exaggerating, Xia Xian Ning still felt a twinge in his heart. This person had been a young master since childhood, never even washing a dish, and now he was working odd jobs – it was hard to imagine.
Thinking about this, with the scenes from his dreams reappearing before his eyes, he sighed and said: “Do you still want pan-fried tofu? I’ll make it for you when we get back.”
It would be hard for anyone to believe, but Xia Xian Ning was an excellent cook. Luo Ying Bai loved his pan-fried tofu, and Luo Ying Bai was overjoyed: “Really?”
Xia Xian Ning nodded.”
Luo Ying Bai immediately fawned: “Xian Ning, since you’re cooking once, you might as well cook twice. I also want dry-fried crispy mushrooms.”
“Okay.”
“Shall we buy a couple of beers at the supermarket later?”
“Hmm.”
Luo Ying Bai couldn’t believe Xia Xian Ning was being so agreeable today, feeling absolutely delighted: “I knew you were the best. It wasn’t for nothing that I loved you so much as a child, even splitting a candied hawthorn stick in half to share with you…”
Xia Xian Ning: “…”
Luo Ying Bai: “… The dry-fried mushrooms outside are inedible. They’re not mushrooms, they’re just fried Sichuan peppers…”
Xia Xian Ning coolly responded: “Weren’t you just saying you could only eat steamed buns and that even adding some pickled vegetables was luxurious?”
Luo Ying Bai: “Uh…”
Xia Xian Ning saw Luo Ying Bai’s choked expression in the glass and the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.
