Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Oh.” Su Yue nodded, her gaze once again falling on the girl beside him. She stood quietly on the side.
Su Yue felt that they were very compatible. She didn’t know why.
“You should go ahead since you’re busy. I’ll make a move.” She waved at Jiao Chen.
She then walked past him.
She had taken two steps when Jiao Chen called out to her. “Su Yue.”
“Hmm?” Su Yue stopped and turned around. It confused her.
He frowned, his eyes melancholic. He stared at her face, falling into a reverie for a split second before a warm smile framed his face. “Goodbye.”
Su Yue pressed her lips together and nodded. “Goodbye.”
Jiao Chen smiled and turned around, listening to what the girl was saying to him.
Su Yue saw his side-view and she felt that he was smiling.
‘I’m the only one who can call you Jiaojiao…’
She was lost in thought before she retracted her gaze. She took a deep breath and pressed her lips together, turning around.
Jiao Chen, we’ll both find happiness.
…
Su Yue went to the supermarket to buy the ingredients needed for the candlelit dinner. She then hailed a cab and headed for his apartment.
The huge grocery bags did not tally with her small figure.
She carried them with great effort, trudging into his block. When she finally reached his house, she opened the door with the electric card.
She had been there a few times since they got together. Even Ming Ansheng personally cooked for her.
Ming Ansheng gave her a set of keys so that she could come whenever she wanted.
She opened the door and placed everything on the floor, panting.
The bags were heavy because there were two bottles of wine and lots of fruits.
The room wasn’t well lit because of the haze. But it was neat and tidy.
Su Yue felt comforted. She felt this way whenever she came over.
Uncle Ming was much cleaner than her.
Su Yue swept her gaze across the living room and removed her outer jacket. She opened the shoe cabinet and changed into her slippers.
After which, she carried the bags into the kitchen.
She started preparing for her surprise.
She had never cooked before, so she relied completely on the web.
After she had completed all her preparations, she sat on the sofa and watched some television. She then set an alarm and took a short nap before proceeding with her plan.
She had to look at her phone after every step, and she was clumsy.
After the water in the pot had boiled, she opened the cover and poured the raw fish slices into it.
She coated the fish slices with cornstarch so the whole clump slid into the pot, causing the water to splash out. It scalded her hand and she quickly withdrew her arm.
She hissed as she accidentally grazed the side of the pot. The scorching metal burned her and she jumped.
Her burnt area immediately turned red.
She hurriedly washed it under cold water. The water in the pot continued boiling and steam emitted.
Su Yue hurriedly looked at her phone, ignoring the pain in her arm. She continued following the procedure.
She was wearing Ming Ansheng’s apron and it fell below her knees.
By the time the meal was ready, Su Yue’s fair and dainty hands were scalded everywhere: first with water, followed by oil.
Next, she started setting up the table. She arranged two candles, two wine glasses, and the cutlery neatly.
