Chapter 129: Little Aunt 0129

Chapter 129

After Song Anan hung up the phone, she was still a little dazed.

She stood there in a trance for a good while before she suddenly remembered what Pei Kuang had just said about asking her to go to his house.

Why go to his house? Weren't they going to go out to eat?

Although Song Anan was a little puzzled, she didn't think too much about it.

It was just as well since she could also bring the cat food and canned cat food she had bought for Qiuqiu.

After a simple tidy up, Song Anan carried the express box with the cat food and canned cat food together.

It's quite heavy!

Fortunately, their two homes were relatively close, so she could grit her teeth and carry it over.

Pei Kuang opened the door and saw the box in Song Anan's hands. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then hurriedly took it from her.

"What is this?" he asked.

Song Anan shook her sore arms and replied, "It's some cat food and treats I bought for Qiuqiu."

Pei Kuang frowned slightly. "Such a big box, how heavy was it for you to carry it? Why didn't you say anything on the phone just now and I would have helped you carry it."

But Song Anan didn't make much of it. "No need, it wasn't that heavy."

Pei Kuang casually put the box in a corner of the foyer and looked at her nervously, "Are your arms okay? Let me check them for you, don't get hurt."

Song Anan smiled and said, "Senior brother, I'm not that delicate, I'm really fine."

As she spoke, she vigorously shook her arms up and down to indicate she was unharmed.

Only then did Pei Kuang breathe a sigh of relief, but he was still worried as he instructed, "As long as you're not hurt, that's good, but don't do this again next time."

Song Anan uttered an "oh", looking a bit blank.

Seeing her obedient appearance, Pei Kuang's palms suddenly felt itchy, wanting to rub her head or pinch her cheeks.

But afraid of frightening her, he restrained himself in time and turned to take a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them by her feet, "Don't stand by the door, come on in."

Song Anan looked down at the slippers by her feet, a little puzzled, "Aren't we going now?"

Wasn't it almost time to eat? Wouldn't it be a little late if they didn't go out now?

However, she had just finished speaking when she noticed that Pei Kuang was actually wearing loungewear.

He hadn't gotten ready yet?

Pei Kuang was also clearly taken aback, and asked in puzzlement, "Go where?"

Song Anan blinked and replied, "Weren't we going to go out to eat?"

Where else could they go?

The two looked at each other for a few seconds before Pei Kuang finally realized where the problem was.

He chuckled lightly and explained, "I must not have made it clear, isn't it the weekend today? I was thinking the restaurants outside would definitely be crowded and hard to get a table, so I went out and bought some ingredients this afternoon, thinking it would be more convenient to cook at home."

Song Anan uttered an "Ah", so cooking at home?

But what if she didn't know how to cook?

Seeing her reaction, Pei Kuang thought she was opposed to eating at home. "I'm sorry, it was my oversight for not making it clear earlier."

"If you think it's inappropriate, don't worry, we can still go out to eat now. What would you like to eat? We can call ahead and book a reservation now."

As he spoke, he was about to go back to the room to get his phone and book a restaurant.

That was not what Song Anan meant at all. She hurriedly stopped him, "No no, eating at home is great, I didn't think it was inappropriate at all."

Pei Kuang frowned slightly, half believing, "Really?"

Song Anan quickly nodded her head, "Really!"

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Actually, I was just thinking about what to eat."

Maybe they could order some noodles, that seemed to be the only thing she knew how to make.

Although the noodles might clump up, they would still be edible.

Pei Kuang did not expect her to be worried about this matter, and instantly smiled, "Don't worry, I bought the ingredients pretty comprehensively, come in first, and we'll decide what to make together."

Song Anan uttered an "oh", but still seemed to have more to say.

She changed into the slippers, and the two went to the kitchen together. Pei Kuang opened the refrigerator, which was full of ingredients.

There was fish, shrimp, chicken, meat, and a lot of vegetables. It really was very comprehensive.

"Is there anything in particular you want to eat?" Pei Kuang asked.

Song Anan thought to herself that there were things she wanted, but she didn't know how to make them!

"Um, senior brother, there's something I still want to tell you." She struggled for a moment before deciding to come clean.

Pei Kuang nodded, "What is it, go ahead."

Song Anan took a deep breath and said, "Actually, I'm not very good at cooking, I'm a kitchen novice."

Pei Kuang raised his eyebrows, pretending to be puzzled, "Oh? Did I remember wrong? I clearly remember you were not a kitchen novice!"

Song Anan was stunned.

What? When did he remember that?

How did that sound so weird?

Pei Kuang had a smiling look in his eyes as he said, "Last year, I watched that variety show you did with your nephew, and I remember kitchen novice was the nickname netizens gave your nephew. Did I remember wrong?"

Song Anan: "..."

She confirmed that he had not remembered wrong.

But he must be deliberately teasing her now!

Because of her performance on that show, netizens had jokingly called her the 'kitchen killer'!

"Ball Ball, don't move!"

Song Anan reacted swiftly, bending down to grab the little guy who was about to step on the broken porcelain.

But because she was in too much of a hurry, she lost her balance and fell to the ground. Her hand pressed directly on a piece of broken porcelain, cutting a large gash.

Ow! Song Anan looked at the blood beads that instantly appeared on her hand and sucked in a breath.

Fortunately the little one was not injured, she thought with relief.

Just as she was about to get up, Pei Kuang had already heard the sound and rushed over, "What happened?"

Song Anan looked up at him apologetically, "Senior brother, I'm sorry, I..."

Pei Kuang's first reaction was to notice her injury. He walked over to her and examined it, "Don't move, you're hurt."

Song Anan shook her head, "It's fine, just a cut, no big deal."

Pei Kuang's brows were tightly knitted, clearly not agreeing with her words, but he didn't say anything more either. He just pulled Song Anan to the living room.

Treating the wound first was the priority.

Sitting on the sofa, Pei Kuang brought over the first aid kit and took out some iodine to disinfect the injury.

"Bear with it a little, it might hurt," he said.

Song Anan nodded, "Okay."

Pei Kuang gently dabbed the wound with a cotton swab, but as soon as the iodine touched the wound, Song Anan instantly sucked in a breath.

Ouch!

She reflexively tried to pull her hand back, but was held down firmly by Pei Kuang.

He gently soothed, "Be good, don't move, it'll be over soon."

Song Anan's heart quivered slightly, as if poked by something.

Pei Kuang lowered his head to examine the wound, making sure there were no porcelain shards inside before letting out a breath.

Although not deep, the cut was still quite long, and needed proper treatment.

He gently disinfected the wound with iodine again, but seeing the little girl's hand trembling slightly, he instinctively blew air at the wound.

"It's alright, blowing makes it stop hurting," his voice was gentle, as if coaxing a child.

After saying that, Pei Kuang's actions sped up considerably, and before long he had treated the wound well.

"Luckily the wound is shallow and doesn't need suturing. I'll bandage it for you, remember not to get it wet when you get home," he said after giving her medical instructions.

Song Anan stared at him blankly, a feeling in her heart that she could not describe.

After finishing his instructions, Pei Kuang did not hear Song Anan respond, so he unconsciously looked up.

Their gazes collided head-on in that instant.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

At this moment, it was as if something had changed silently.

After returning from Pei Kuang's place, Song Anan had been in a distracted state.

She kept involuntarily thinking back to Pei Kuang's gaze that night.

Her heart would also begin pounding uncontrollably.

This feeling was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. But she could not specify exactly what it was.

Just as Song Anan was sitting on the sofa in a daze, her phone next to her suddenly rang.

She was jolted back to her senses, and picked up the phone to see it was a video call invitation from Song Linchuan.

That's right, she had made plans with Linchuan that afternoon to video chat after he got off work that evening.

So the aunt and nephew started chatting casually. They had always been close, and never ran out of things to talk about.

"Auntie, you seem to be in a very good mood today," Song Linchuan suddenly said, "Did something happy happen?"

Song Anan was taken aback, "Huh? Did I?"

Song Linchuan nodded firmly, "Yes!"

He understood his aunt very well. Whenever something delighted her, she would become much chattier.

She was extremely talkative today, so it was obvious she was in a good mood.

Song Anan pursed her lips and said, "Well, maybe because I had a very delicious dinner."

Song Linchuan didn't think much of it and casually asked, "Oh? What did you eat?"

Song Anan paused, then said, "Very delicious braised pork, extremely delicious, even more delicious than Aunt Li's."

Aunt Li was the Song family's housekeeper who had been with them for over twenty years. The aunt and nephew had grown up eating her cooking, especially loving her braised pork.

It was clear how high praise this was from Song Anan.

Hearing this, Song Linchuan also became interested, "Really? More delicious than Aunt Li's?"

Song Anan nodded heavily, "Absolutely!"

Song Linchuan immediately decided, "Okay, then when I get back, let's go to this restaurant together."

Song Anan was stunned, "Restaurant?"

Song Linchuan did not understand, "Right, what's wrong, is there some problem with this restaurant?"

With his aunt's cooking skills, where else could they eat such a delicious meal other than a restaurant? It couldn't be something she cooked herself, right?

Song Anan shook her head, replying dryly, "...No problem."

Song Linchuan had an expression as if to say 'that's good then': "It's settled then, when I get back, you must take me to eat there."

Song Anan pursed her lips and gave an ambiguous 'hmm'.

For some reason, she did not mention Pei Kuang to Song Linchuan, as if deliberately trying to hide something.

As for what exactly she was hiding, she could not clarify it herself.