Boom!
The thunder was like a spear thrown by a god, piercing through the sky, tearing the dark sky apart, and pouring out a moment of daylight.
There was thunder in the wilderness and the sound of rain roared. Ji Mian tilted his head and whispered, "It's thundering."
The weather on the capital planet is regulated by the star network and is always mild and sunny. Even if it rains, it is neither light nor heavy, and the light rain creates an atmosphere.
He had only seen such heavy rain a few times on the Capital Star, and each time was unforgettable.
Chu Shiye was standing in front of the stove wearing an apron. Hearing this, he walked over and closed the curtains.
"Don't be afraid," he said, "thunder will only strike bad people."
Ji Mian was silent for a moment, but couldn't help but burst out laughing: "You seem to be coaxing a child."
Chu Shiye: "When I was a child, my father coaxed me like this."
The father he mentioned was of course not his biological father whom he had never met, but his teacher and adoptive father.
Ji Mian picked up the water cup: "He is really good to you."
Chu Shiye nodded and picked up the cooking spatula.
"And then what?"
Ji Mian: "Put the oil in first, don't sprinkle salt into the empty pot like you did just now."
Chu Shiye did as he was told.
Ji Mian: "Ah, too much."
"But it doesn't matter. Anyway, put the meat in and fry it first... Remember to turn it over, and do it quickly."
Chu Shiye's face was calm, and he picked up the chopsticks with the precision and seriousness of a surgical operation.
Ji Mian leaned in to observe: "Your hands are very steady."
Chu Shiye: "I'm used to it."
Ji Mian: That’s right. After all, he often makes those complicated gadgets at night.
Chu Shiye: After all, he often dismembers the corpses of wild beasts in the wilderness.
The steak was fried in the oil pan, giving off a slightly burnt meat aroma. Ji Mian said, "It seems to be much better than before. Now I'm going to sprinkle some seasoning on it... Hmm? Just a little bit will do!"
"Wait, did you forget to turn over those pieces of meat? Ah, they're all mushy."
"Don't add water. Adding water won't save the dead meat."
"Want to make it into soup... OK, maybe we can make a new dish."
"No carrots, thanks. I hate carrots."
After a busy work, a pot of fried pork chops and tomato soup was served on the table. It was colorful with black and red colors and looked delicious at first glance.
It just smells like something is not right.
Ji Mian: Fortunately, at least there are no bubbles. And his body has recovered now, so... it should be okay.
He silently picked up the bowl and took a sip.
Chu Shiye looked expectant: "How is it?"
Ji Mian: “…”
He put down his chopsticks quietly.
Staring at Chu Shiye without blinking.
Chu Shiye: “…”
Chu Shiye sighed: "I know."
He drank a mouthful of soup.
It’s neither good nor bad, and it seems to taste no different from what he made before.
… No, maybe the biggest problem is that the taste is no different from before.
Ji Mian silently pushed over a plate of dishes he had cooked.
Chu Shiye picked up another piece of chopsticks.
Delicious.
The two flavors appeared at the same time, creating such a strong contrast. Chu Shiye suddenly realized that the dish he had cooked... was indeed very speechless.
The Alpha in front of him seemed to be greatly shocked. Ji Mian's voice was light and gentle: "It's okay."