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After finishing his meal, he noticed Tan Ming sitting there, engrossed in flipping through the roster. With nothing else to do, he decided to take a nap upstairs.
He slept soundly until half past eight, awakened by a loud and jarring gong sound.
Time to get up for breakfast; if he delayed, there would be none left.
People upstairs rubbed their sleepy eyes and got up to line up for their meals. When it was Yan Qing's turn, he smiled at the aunt serving food and said, "Auntie, I eat a lot; could you give me a bit more?" The aunt was quite agreeable and didn't refuse. "You must be Yan Qing, right? Tan has already informed me. Is five steamed buns and two eggs enough for you?"
"That’s plenty."
After Yan Qing received his meal, he spotted Tan Ming sitting alone at a table and walked over, placing his tray down across from him.
"Did you talk to the aunt?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks." Among boys, expressions of gratitude didn’t need to be overly elaborate; keeping that bond in their hearts was far more important than verbalizing it.
"Oh."
Noticing Tan Ming's somewhat unhappy demeanor, Yan Qing couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just eat," Tan Ming replied in a calm tone.
Yan Qing carefully peeled an egg and watched as Tan Ming leisurely sipped his porridge. He placed the peeled egg into Tan Ming's plate and said, "Here, you eat this."
Tan Ming felt a bit awkward; he had never seen anyone peel an egg for someone else as a form of thanks before.
"Thanks."
Tan Ming said it lightly.
"Thanks?" Yan Qing felt uncomfortable hearing that. Their relationship was so close that such formalities seemed unnecessary.
"What do you mean by that?"
"What you mean is what I mean."
I, Yan Qing, was slow to realize why Tan Ming was unhappy. He watched as Tan Ming ate his egg and reached over to take it from his plate.
Tan Ming raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'm not full!" he said, sounding quite justified.
The corner of Tan Ming's mouth lifted slightly.
Sitting behind them, Qi Qiuluo looked at them with a strange expression. He knew about Tan Ming's sexual orientation, but he couldn't quite figure out Yan Qing. If Tan Ming had no interest in Yan Qing, then why was he being so nice to him? After all, they had only known each other for a mere two days.
After finishing their meal, those who had slept the night before were to take over the night watch from those who had been on duty.
Li Jianping called Yan Qing into the kitchen to help out. "You little brat eat so much, why don't you do a bit more work?"
Yan Qing obediently walked over.
Qi Qiuluo followed him in.
Yan Qing felt quite touched; he hadn't expected such loyalty from him. So, he decided not to dwell on the earlier argument and took the initiative to speak to him.
Qi Qiuluo clearly wasn't one to hold grudges either, and their conversation flowed naturally.
Li Jianping instructed them to wash the mountain of bowls and pots piled up in the back kitchen.
"How long is this going to take?" Qi Qiuluo seriously suspected that Li Jianping was trying to make things difficult for them.
Li Jianping retorted, "Do you have a problem?"
Qi Qiuluo shook his head. "What could I possibly have?"
Li Jianping replied, "Then if you don't have anything to say, stop wasting breath!"
Qi Qiuluo muttered a curse under his breath in annoyance and picked up the hose to rinse off the dishes, splashing water everywhere.
The floor was soaked with water stains.
Li Jianping shrugged but didn't say anything further as he walked away.
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