Chapter 41

“I bought a lot of food.”

Several oil lamps in the hall lit by Chu Qianxun. The lights reflected on her cheeks reddened by running all the way and in her smiling eyes.

The sky outside the window became darker, and the starry sky rose.

“What do you want to eat at night?” She got into the kitchen. The kitchen soon lit up, and the warm yellow lights flickered, filling the empty dining room.

Ye Peitian sat in the afterglow extended by that little light.

At night, he liked to light up all the lights in the whole castle, so that every corner was lit brightly. Even when he used to sit in a glorious light, he was often panicked in his heart.

This time, when she entered, lit a few small oil lamps all the way, his heart was filled with something inexplicable, and it was almost full.

The woman turned her back to him, and she got busy in the kitchen. From time to time, she turned to smile at him.

“It will be done soon, wait a minute.”

A special scent diffused in the air, which was the smell that told him that people could live in the world.

He would like to sit there and wait, no matter how long it took.

But Chu Qianxun didn’t let him wait too long. She quickly brought up two bowls of hot gnocchi. This thing was very simple to make. Mix it with flour, stumble into diced meat, shiitake mushrooms, green vegetables, add salt chicken essence and other seasonings. After the pot was boiled, she poured a spoonful of batter into boiling water. It formed a chewy irregular and delicious small dough.

Chu Qianxun had seen Ye Peitian making this countless times in her memory. She thought that it was something he liked to eat. Because it wasn’t difficult to make, she tried to do it.

Had she not seen Ye Peitian’s wealth, she would never be willing to buy luxury goods such as white noodles, lettuce, and fresh meat.

“Come and taste,” Chu Qianxun looked at Ye Peitian with anticipation. She tasted it first.

The soup was a bit salty, and the dough didn’t seem to be cooked enough, but it didn’t prevent her from thinking it was a rare meal. She just didn’t know how Ye Peitian felt.

Ye Peitian held the soup spoon Chu Qianxun stuffed him. The new spoon rested on the porcelain bowl.

He lowered his head and ate it bit by bit. He ate slowly and quietly without making a sound.

Chu Qianxun couldn’t help looking at Ye Peitian’s hands on the table,

The fingers of those hands were distinct and slender and beautiful in shape, but unfortunately they were seriously burned by the flame of a saint in the previous day’s battle. Under his powerful healing ability, it was basically recovered. The new and old skin had been replaced, and most of the epidermis had fallen off, hanging a scrippled layer of dead skin that looked scary.

He seemed to notice Chu Qianxun’s gaze, picked up the soup bowl, quickly finished the last soup at the bottom of the bowl, put it back on the table, and put his fingers back under the table. He pursed his mouth, and lowered his gaze. He stared at the empty bowl, but said nothing.

“Do you want more?” Chu Qianxun asked tentatively.

The man sitting opposite hesitated for a moment and nodded silently.

Chu Qianxun couldn’t help but smile. No matter what kind of chef, they liked others to taste the food they made.

At the same time, she discovered Ye Peitian’s little movement. Whenever he wanted to speak out in embarrassment, his beautiful eyes would fluctuate back and forth unconsciously, and finally stayed in the lower left corner.

So she stood up and added a big bowl.

“I don’t know how to cook, and I was afraid you won’t like it,” she said.

The bowl placed in front of Ye Peitian had white and fat gnocchi, floating greens and pleasant green onion on the soup surface, and a few scented sesame oil. The steam rose up moistening his eyes.

Last time she cooked sweet cereal, it was his favorite food, and he thought that it was just a coincidence.

This time, regardless of the cooking method and ingredients, he was familiar with his appetite since he was a child. He had been standing on a chair and cooking this kind of food countless times since he was small.

He couldn’t believe it was a coincidence anymore. But he didn’t want to ask. His fingers rubbed a little under the table.

It had been a long time since someone had spoken to him like this, accompanied him to dinner, spent the night with him, and smiled at him.

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