Chapter 341
Her heart felt emptily hollow, as if greedily wanting something that she understood would never belong to her.
So she could only feel helpless, wistful, and lost.
She averted her gaze and said lightly, “I’ll grant it to you in a moment.”
This time, it was Tang Yuchen who was taken aback. He hadn’t expected her to agree.
A sudden joy sparked inside him, mixed with a bit of anticipation.
His hand stroked her face as he hooked a smile, “Baby, then I’ll be waiting for you.”
An Ruowei slightly turned her head, lifted her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, indirectly avoiding his touch, “Tell me the other two requests. I might as well satisfy you all at once.”
Feeling her detachment, Tang Yuchen straightened up, the smile in his eyes fading a bit.
“Do you know how to make longevity noodles?” he suddenly asked her.
An Ruo looked up, puzzled, “Do you want to eat them?”
Tang Yuchen sat back down, glanced over the table full of delicacies, and his lips curled into a thin arc, “I’ve had all these every year, I’m tired of them.”
In his simple sentence, she sensed a flavor of loneliness.
Perhaps no one had ever made him a bowl of simple yet heartwarming longevity noodles.
“I do, but I’ll need your help since it’s inconvenient for me to do it sitting.”
The man’s eyes brightened as he stood up and pushed her to the kitchen, “Alright, considering your injury, I’ll grudgingly help you this once.”
His words carried a reluctance, but his actions were eager.
An Ruowei didn’t expose his insincerity. Instead, a special feeling blossomed in her heart.
She somewhat wanted him to have a good birthday, hoping he would enjoy himself for once.
The making of longevity noodles was simple: cook the noodles, prepare a couple of eggs, and add various seasonings.
But all this was done by Tang Yuchen himself. An Ruo was only there to give instructions, reminding him of what to do next.
The noodles were ready, and the two sat in the dining room. Tang Yuchen, holding his chopsticks, sniffed the aroma and smiled, “It smells good, wonder how it tastes.”
After trying a mouthful, An Ruowei eagerly asked him, “How is it?”
“Not as tasty as when you made them last time.”
Last time?
An Ruowei thought for a moment before remembering the night he came back very late. She was starving then, and he had let her cook noodles for herself on the condition that she made him a bowl too.
At that time, to get back at him, she had intentionally put a lot of salt in his bowl.
“You’ve never cooked before?” she asked him subconsciously since her noodles hadn’t been very delicious either.
“No.” Tang Yuchen took another bite and broke some egg, bringing a piece to An Ruo’s mouth, “You should eat some too.”
“No, Uncle Tao had so many dishes prepared, I’ll just have the dishes.”
An Ruowei turned her face slightly away, but he didn’t give up, holding the egg persistently, his dark pupils intently staring at her, as if he would not rest until she ate.
She had no choice but to open her mouth and eat. Eating with the chopsticks he had used felt strangely awkward to her.
Tang Yuchen smiled, bending his lips, and fed her the noodles again.
“This is the longevity noodles made for you; you should eat them. Today isn’t my birthday,” said An Ruowei, seeing him ready to feed her again, and hurriedly intervened.
The man said as a matter of course, “I can’t finish them; you share half.”
Just one bowl of noodles and he can’t finish? Who would believe that.
“I won’t eat; I want to have the dishes.” An Ruowei picked up her chopsticks to eat the dishes, but Tang Yuchen pressed her hand, insistently trying to feed her, “Just one bite, okay?”
She knew if she refused again, he would surely keep pestering her.