Translator: Guy Gone Bad
After two hours of cleaning, the room was barely habitable. But before they had a rest, the director sent them a lot of things.
“You help me make the fire,” Yu Qinghuan washed his hands and went to the hearth to say to Zhao Qingyuan, “I’ll cook.”
The program group was still conscientious about the food delivered. The food they sent included pakchoi, chili, potatoes, and even a piece of superior marbled meat. Yu Qinghuan already knew what to cook after a quick glance.
“But I… I know nothing about it.” Zhao Qingyuan’s eyes staring at the hearth, completely at a loss about how to start.
Yu Qinghuan felt totally speechless. He could only pick up some firewood himself and fill them into the hearth. It took him a lot of effort to make the fire. Then he got up and offered the seat to Zhao Qingyuan, saying, “Watch out, don’t let the fire fall outside.”
This was a simple job. Zhao Qingyuan immediately accepted the task and obediently moved a small bench to sit in front of the hearth, staring at the burning flames inside.
While Yu Qinghuan was washing the vegetables, Wang Chengcheng and Tong Qin also came out. Seeing that they had already started cooking, they were surprised, “Can you cook? Seriously???”
Their surprise was not out of reason. Even the two girls both felt numb when they heard they need to cook. At the moment, they could barely force themselves to go on doing all this, not to mention two men.
“A little bit.” Yu Qinghuan fished out the washed green vegetables, and said to the two while peeling the potatoes, “Do you need a share?”
As the sound of the words just fell, Wang Chengcheng immediately shook her head, giggling, “No, thank you, Qinghuan, we can also cook.”
Now many stars had started selling down-to-earth images. Wang Chengcheng’s affinity route would naturally not give Yu Qinghuan the opportunity to show off at the moment. After turning him down, she immediately turned to the other hearth and directed Tong Qin to start cooking.
Yu Qinghuan planned to make a chili stir-fried pork, a sour and spicy potato shreds, and a pakchoi streaky pork soup. Coincidentally, after asking him, Wang Chengcheng also decided to make the same dishes as him.
Taking advantage that they were collecting firewood, Zhao Qingyuan leaned to Yu Qinghuan’s ear and said discontentedly, “Why did you tell her what dishes you would cook? She must want to do the same thing as you on purpose! Coincidence? Bah!”
Yu Qinghuan shoved a bundle of firewood into his hands and said with a smile, “You will know later.”
This northern-style cooking hearth was familiar to Yu Qinghuan. He often used it during filming in his previous life, so he could manage it at ease. Soon, under the stunned gaze of the staff from the program team, he skillfully cooked three dishes.
Hot pepper fried with bean paste smelled delicious and made one salivate. Sour and spicy potato shreds were uniform in thickness, bright in color and excellent in appearance, while pakchoi soup was pleasing to the eye and tasted especially refreshing.
“Di… director,” one staff gulped down a mouthful of saliva and stared at the three dishes like a starving wolf. “Can we go and have a taste?”
Although they were all just some ordinary home-cooked dishes, Qinghuan made them look so yummy!!!
He really wanted to have a taste, even one bite would be OK!
“Go away,” the director swiped his saliva at the corner of his mouth and reproached him, “There’s not enough for starving wolves like you!”
Fine! The staff bowed his head sourly. When he was trying to ask the director about their own meals, the director, who put on a face of righteousness just now, had already walked to Yu Qinghuan with a drooling face.
“Well … Qinghuan, I haven’t eaten yet, could you, I mean…”
The staff, “…”
In sharp contrast to Yu Qinghuan, Wang Chengcheng and Tong Qin were in a total mess. Wang Chengcheng was not skilled in cooking at all, and it was the first time for her to use such kind of hearth that required manual fire-burning. They were in a hurry-scurry and appeared extremely flustered.
Especially when she was making stir-frying chili, the hot air surged up instantly, making Wang Chengcheng throw her spatula and run out quickly because the fire under the hearth was too fierce.
Tong Qin could not cook, so she abided by Wang Chengcheng’s words. The child was too honest. She really didn’t do anything under Wang Chengcheng’s instruction. So, when Wang Chengcheng came back again, the ingredients in the pot had burned, which was horrible to even look at.
“Hahahahaha! Feels so damn awesome!” Zhao Qingyuan couldn’t help laughing face upwards seeing the hurry-scurry looks of the two girls through the camera, “Every ill woman has her ill day! This trip is really worth it no matter how bitter it would be!”
“Now you know why I told her the menu?” Yu Qinghuan slowly wiped his hands and smiled.
Zhao Qingyuan was stunned, then gave Yu Qinghuan a thumbs-up secretly, “Brilliant!”
On the other side, Huo Qu’s family was watching at the door of Huo Qu’s room, looking at the books and materials all over the floor in a daze. “Qu, what are you doing?”
Why did he suddenly empty out all these things? Could it be that their third son wanted to change another room?
“I’m going to see Qinghuan,” said Huo Qu without looking up, continuing to sort out his precious books.
“You don’t need to take all these even if you’re going to see Qinghuan”, said Huo Rong suspiciously, “Qinghuan wouldn’t use those things.”
“I‘m gonna move in with Qinghuan,” he then added after a pause. “I have to stay at his home and wait for him to come back.”
“But… Why?” Mrs. Huo was confused by what he said and asked subconsciously.
Huo Qu had a bad feeling and motioned Huo Qu to stop. Just as he was about to rush over to cover Huo Qu’s mouth, he heard Huo Qu say earnestly and firmly, “Because I likehim, I like him very much.”
Yu Qinghuan had always believed that he and Huo Qu were bound to bear more burden. That was why he was anxious to pave the future road all by himself so that Huo Qu could just need to go down this road flatly and frankly.
But what he thought might be too ideal.
His Huo Qu may never be as powerful and considerate as others’ boyfriends. He had no sense of the world, did not understand how to communicate with other people, and even could not find the place where he had lived for more than 20 years.
However, that person would wait until midnight for a phone call from him, shed tears for his sorrows, overcame his own natural shortcomings for him, knocked on his door in cold winter nights with wounds on his face, and spoke out his feelings to his family loudly and openly with courage that ordinary people did not have.
From the first cry of Qinghuan’s last life, from the first time Qinghuan led him to cross the road, Huo Qu had already grasped the future of the two men with indomitable courage and determination.
