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The sound of a slight cough broke the awkwardness between us and interrupted the conversation in the room. We heard Mrs. Jiang calling out, "Come in, both of you."
As Zhou Heng and I stepped inside, we saw Jiang Qingyuan sitting on the edge of the bed, gently touching his own face.
Mrs. Jiang came over with a smile, and when she saw the food in our hands, she was surprised, "Why did you bring me food? I can manage it myself."
But she was clearly very happy. When she saw Zhou Heng setting the table, her smile grew even bigger.
"Zhou Heng, Mom, this means so much to me..."
Mrs. Jiang covered her heart, her eyes instantly turning red with emotion.
Jiang Qingyuan skipped over and began to move the chopsticks: "Oh, I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry."
"Brother, you are truly a compassionate Bodhisattva. Whatever I need, you provide."
Mrs. Jiang gave his hand a tap: "Go, get bowls and chopsticks for your brother and Sister Meng."
I was about to speak, but Zhou Heng spoke first: "This is prepared for you and Qingyuan." Mrs. Jiang was first surprised, then suddenly understood, and smiled with a strange look in her eyes, probing me. "Okay, okay, you two take your time to eat and chat."
"Just let my brother and Sister Meng have dinner alone, Mom," she pushed my shoulder and held Zhou Heng's wrist with her other hand, "There's nothing for you guys to do here, go out and be busy." Jiang Qingyuan was too busy eating at this time, and had no leisure to pay attention to me.
Mrs. Jiang's gaze made me blush instantly, as if she wanted me to be alone with Zhou Heng.
"I, I..." I hadn't even said anything when Mrs. Jiang rushed us out.
Zhou Heng and I stood at the door, awkwardly looking at each other, at a loss.
In the dim light, two elongated shadows, one large and one small, appeared harmonious from my perspective.
I pinched my palm to stop myself from overthinking.
Just then, my stomach embarrassingly growled.
The originally peaceful and beautiful scene was instantly disrupted, and I felt regret in my heart, but I forced a laugh to cover up my embarrassment.
Zhou Heng had a surprisingly gentle look in his eyes and between his eyebrows, with no hint of mockery. He calmly asked me, "Do you want noodles?"
At that moment, even if it was the egg-fried rice that I disliked the most, I could still swallow it when he mentioned noodles.
I busily nodded, "Can you make noodles?"
Obviously, I couldn't. I can make instant noodles, but I don't have the confidence to make a decent bowl of noodles.
Zhou Heng walked ahead of me, and I quickly caught up, asking, "What else don't you know how to do?"
He smiled and didn't answer.
I always feel that there are many things about him that I don't know, Master Zhou, he keeps a low profile.
Zhou Heng is preparing the seasoning, and I can only wash the vegetables, so relatively speaking, it's more relaxing.
I stood aside, watching Zhou Heng attentively. His calm demeanor and swift hand movements while chopping onions truly surprised me. The way he does things is very pleasing to the eye, and his handsome face looks perfect from every angle. Fate is truly wonderful. I never imagined that on a cool breezy night, I would be standing aside, watching a handsome Taoist priest demonstrate his noodle-making skills for me.
He was still wearing a Daoist robe, and I felt like I was in another world, somewhat unreal. The rising mist filled the kitchen, making my vision blurry, and when I looked at him, it felt like an illusion. Suddenly, my heart trembled. I realized, could our feelings also be like this scene, just a fleeting illusion? After all, his profession is too unique.
"You were daydreaming?"
His words startled me, and I quickly straightened up, forcing a smile. "Just feeling a bit tired from standing."
A fragrance wafted over, and I followed the scent to its source. Two bowls of noodles were quietly resting on the table, the green of the vegetables and the white of the noodles blending perfectly together, with the vibrant red chili oil adding a touch of liveliness.
Zhou Heng is really fast, my stomach is saved.
Because I was afraid of disturbing Mrs. Jiang and Grandma Zhou's rest, Zhou Heng and I didn't eat in the living room, and chose to have dinner under the pergola in the yard.
Zhou Heng's cooking skills are indeed good, which is undoubtedly great for someone like me who can't cook.
The food I ate was delicious, while Zhou Heng ate in a refined manner. I felt that we might have switched roles. Realizing this, I slowed down and pretended to eat slowly. "You don't have to be so reserved in front of me."
I buried my head, silent, just becoming more attentive to my own image.
Zhou Heng said again, "The image of you in my heart is still the same as when we first met, so there's no need to restrain yourself."
I raised my head in surprise, "Why would you remember such an awkward look?"
"I originally didn't care much about these things, and I don't care if you embarrass yourself. It's you who minds it," he said lightly, but I felt very depressed. Who would want to leave their least attractive side to the person they like?
"Will I never be able to change the image of myself in your heart?" I lamented.
Seeing my dejected look, he put down his chopsticks and patiently said, "Actually, I remember every time I see you, it's just that the first time was particularly memorable."
I opened my mouth and found myself unable to argue. I propped up my chin, feeling very depressed. It's over, my image has been permanently fixed in his mind. Zhou Heng suddenly reached out and gently wiped the corner of my mouth: "Are you so concerned about this?"
I looked up at him in confusion. At that moment, my mind went blank, and I couldn't care about anything else. He, he wiped the oil stains from the corner of my mouth. Isn't he intentionally flirting with me? My panicked heart made my breathing quicken, and I quickly used my hand to cover the corner of my mouth. I stammered, "I do care, of course I care... How could I..." How could I embarrass myself in front of him again?
Sob, I want to cry.
Clap!
The light above suddenly brightened a lot, and my eyes were stung and couldn't open. The dim light could still conceal my embarrassed face, but now, I was completely exposed under the light.
I saw many lights flickering on the canopy above, like little stars. The pitch-black night sky suddenly became splendid and colorful. Zhou Heng and I were equally surprised, and we just stared at the lights above. I knew this was Jiang Qingyuan's doing. During the day, he even said to let us be romantic. I shook my head and buried it. The little rascal didn't even think to bring a glass of wine to set the mood.
At such a romantic moment, we are actually eating noodles!!! Well, to be precise, only the soup is left.
Zhou Heng's face is full of helplessness. How can these little tricks escape his eyes?
"My little brother always has a lot of novel ideas."
"......"
This makes me speechless. Jiang Qingyuan's bad ideas always hit me hard, how could Zhou Heng understand the meaning behind it?
He suddenly got up, took away the dishes on the table, and quickly disappeared into the night.
I sat on the stool, looking at his back, wanting to call out to him, but afraid of disturbing the people inside the house, which would be even more troublesome. Zhou Heng Where did you go? Leaving me alone under the neon lights, what am I still wandering for? He's really no fun, we haven't seen each other for several days. Even if Jiang Qingyuan didn't mess things up, we should still have a good talk.
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