Chu Shiye's eyes, which were always as calm as a rock, were filled with shock, helplessness, and the grievance of being deceived...
Ji Mian couldn't help but chuckle, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. After all, you're treating me to food."
Since Chu Shiye really doesn't want to talk to him, then forget it.
Anyway... this Alpha always has some little emotions that he can't understand, but they will dissipate quickly.
Chu Shiye said in a muffled voice: "Oh."
He looked unconvinced and glanced at Ji Mian.
After a while, take another peek.
Ji Mian: "What? Or do you want to tell me?"
Chu Shiye immediately turned his gaze away, not looking away.
No, nothing happened.
A pleasant laughter came to his ears, and Chu Shiye glanced over there again without noticing, and then looked away.
"What to eat tonight?"
He asked as if to change the subject.
Ji Mian: "Should you ask what you want to learn today, or what you want to eat?"
Chu Shiye: "I can do anything, it depends on you."
Ji Mian: "I can too, it depends on you."
Chu Shiye: "I—"
"Stop," Ji Mian raised his hand, "Don't repeat it, think quickly."
"… "
Chu Shiye thought seriously for a while: "Milk... Mushroom soup?"
This was a dish his adoptive father had mentioned to him, and it was also a dish his father had liked very much before.
However, after adopting him, his father's salary was barely enough to support the two of them. He usually just paid lip service to the idea but never had enough to eat.
Ji Mian: "This is very simple, come on, I'll make it for you."
—
On a rainy night, the city lights were off. At the end of the alley, a ragged drunk staggered and fell beside a garbage dump.
The garbage dump stank to high heaven, but he didn't care. He picked up the bottle and gulped down the wine.
Crash—
The rain poured into the deserted alley, casting a thin, dark shadow on the wall. The sound of rain covered the sound of footsteps, and a cloaked stranger moved slowly in the dark and stopped in front of the drunk.
The drunk narrowed his cloudy eyes, facing this strange uninvited guest, and burped: "You..."
The cloak was opened and a bony hand was raised high.
There was a flash of thunder, and the daylight suddenly came. In the drunk's wide eyes, the object that was tightly grasped in the hand was clearly reflected.
It was a dagger flashing with cold light.
—
It was raining heavily and warm lights were lit in the cottage.
The temperature on a rainy night is low, and the steaming dishes drive away the chill. Ji Mian sits opposite Chu Shiye: "How does it taste?"
"It tastes good," Chu Shiye said, holding the spoon. "The milk tastes good too."
The taste was better than he had ever imagined.
Ji Mian raised his voice slightly: "Then drink more."
Chu Shiye stirred the spoon gently: "Hmm."
The snow-white and silky soup base is dotted with round mushrooms that float up and down, exuding a sweet fragrance.
At the corner of the table, there was a pot of pitch-black, indescribable stuff, bubbling out black bubbles like mud.
That was a failure on his part.
Chu Shiye glanced at him and fell silent.
He had been eating this kind of food for the past few years and had never noticed anything wrong with it.