“Xiao Ling, you must be tired. Let me take care of the rest. It’s very late. Go take a rest!”
The cook tidied up the bedtime snacks plates and panted, talking to Xiao Ling who was sorting out the shelves.
Xiao Ling was sleepy, so he agreed, nodding docilely.
“If you’re too tired, you can leave half of the work to me. I’ll get up early tomorrow and clean up.”
Xiao Ling was also afraid that the cook couldn’t handle it.
“It’s fine. I’m used to it. Although I’m short, I’m a tough soldier.”
The cook said cheerfully and smiled, showing his arm muscles to Xiao Ling and proving he was telling the truth.
Xiao Ling was amused, “Okay, you should rest early. I guess the next shift is coming soon.”
“Don’t worry, go and rest. You are growing up, and you can’t be exhausted.”
As he spoke, the cook pushed Xiao Ling out of the kitchen to stop him from working.
It was hard for Xiao Ling to refuse, so he untied his apron and handed it to the cook. He had intended to work for a while and go back, thinking of helping out as much as he could.
The cook might have noticed that, so he pushed Xiao Ling out.
“Then I’ll go back first.”
Xiao Ling hesitated, feeling apologetic to the cook.
“Kid, stop worrying. Go back and rest.”
The cook quickly closed the back door of the kitchen, probably afraid that Xiao Ling would come back to help.
Xiao Ling, who was locked outside the kitchen, blinked and then scratched his head, glancing at the iron door adorably. He seemed surprised that the cook would shut him out.
“Didn’t he ask you to go back and rest? Why are you standing here?”
Suddenly, Xiao Ling heard a voice from not far away.
Xiao Ling was startled. Usually no one would come at the back door of the kitchen.
He looked over, trembling, and saw Yan Xingwei.
Why was he here late at night?
Xiao Ling’s heart sank. He couldn’t move, let alone walk over.
“Why are you standing there? Come here.”
It was an order, but Yan Xingwei said it in a very lazy tone.
‘When he sees my brother, he smiles sweetly, while he is frightened to see me. Did I do anything to him? Why is he so scared of me?’
Yan Xingwei couldn’t figure out why Xiao Ling was frightened of him, so he felt irritated.
When he saw that Xiao Ling didn’t come over and instead clutched fingers and looked at him with scared eyes, Yan Xingwei flew into a rage.
He pulled off his earphones and looked at Xiao Ling menacingly. “Do you want me to come over and carry you back?” His voice became cold.
Xiao Ling was frightened more, but he didn’t dare to disobey Yan Xingwei. He gingerly moved forward to Yan Xingwei with trembling hands, holding his breath.
Ever since he bumped into Yan Xingwei and Xu Yangyi on the street the other day, Yan Xingwei had been coming to him from time to time. He occasionally walked Xiao Ling to the dormitory. They didn’t talk much, but Xiao Ling could feel that Yan Xingwei was impatient. He was afraid to offend Yan Xingwei and more scared that he would do something horrible to him.
“You are too slow.”
Yan Xingwei felt annoyed again. He frowned and strode to Xiao Ling, grabbing his wrist and leaving.