Volume 4: Spacetime Singularity Chapter 37 Eating
The time of turning off the fire was well controlled, and there was still quite a lot of water left in the century egg and lean meat congee, so it did not completely turn into century egg and lean meat rice.
Fang Cheng turned off the small fan that was temporarily used as a range hood and took out a few large ceramic bowls from the cupboard.
He usually uses the waiting time to wash the dishes while cooking porridge or stew, but today he was a little excited and forgot to arrange time.
But another reason is that we were too busy chatting.
Fang Cheng took the wooden spoon from the shelf, turned on the faucet to rinse it, and then remembered that there was no water in the faucet.
Just serve it directly. It won’t make you sick if you eat it even if it’s not clean.
"Let me serve it, and let me do some work."
"Okay then, just be careful and don't get burned."
"Hey, why do I feel like you always treat me like a child? You can still do this kind of thing, right?"
Fang Cheng didn't say anything else. When he handed the spoon to Ning Yu'an, he suddenly touched her head for some unknown reason.
There is no reason, the hands are just at head height.
Why touch the head? Because the head is there.
"Hey, what are you doing suddenly?"
"Sorry, I just subconsciously..."
"Stop touching me all day long. It makes me feel uncomfortable and upset."
The more important reason for not touching her head is that she hasn't washed her hair for several days and it is now full of oil.
Fang Cheng walked into the living room and placed the tablecloth on the dining table. Whenever he did this before, the fat cat would often jump up and take a look around, and no matter how he beat it, it was useless.
It didn't eat today. It might be because it has been overeating and has no appetite anymore. Cats are different from humans and they won't save food for later.
Ning Yu'an put a wet rag on her hands and walked out of the kitchen with a big bowl of steaming porridge. Fang Cheng looked at her fearfully while making way for her.
There is no water now, and if she accidentally spills water on herself, she won’t be able to wash it off.
Moreover, there was not much food left, and they didn’t know when someone would come back to pick them up.
Now I can’t watch TV and the Internet is completely paralyzed. There is no way to get information from the outside world. All I can do now is wait and try to survive.
Ning Yu'an took out chopsticks and spoons from the kitchen cabinet with ease, put them under the water dispenser, washed them, and then placed them on the dining table.
"The porridge you ordered is ready. Please enjoy." She said in a very mechanical tone and forced out a standard professional smile, which was more natural than that of many stewardesses.
“…I didn’t order it, I made it.”
"Yes, yes, you did it. Thank you. Go and eat yours."
Ning Yu'an said as she sat on the chair opposite Fang Cheng and started eating first. She scooped a spoonful of porridge very lightly and slowly brought it to her mouth, blew it twice and then put it in her mouth.
The feeling of eating cooked food is incomparable to any other kind of food. Not only can you absorb nutrients, but more importantly, it can restore sanity.
"How does it taste?"
"It's OK, quite tasty, the same level as before."
Rather than saying it tastes good, it's better to say that this familiar taste can give people the much-needed sense of security. This is the advantage of Chinese food, everyone cooks in their own style.
Although if you want to develop your own unique style, you must have a certain level of culinary attainments.
"You can tell the quality of the dish by eating it. What do you think can be improved in this preserved egg and lean meat porridge?"
"Of course. I can't cook it, and I can't eat it. I just feel like the meat tastes a little off today."
"Indeed, I used to fry the meat in oil before making porridge, but now I want to save some oil so I just put it in directly. It may not taste as tender as before."
If you can taste it, then it's really good, but it would be even better if you could make it yourself.
"I'm not saying this, but you should start doing more housework. Otherwise, when you get married, you'll have to wait for your husband to serve you, and he may not be willing to do it every time."
"I saw that you were willing to do it. As soon as you got home, you went straight to cook for yourself."
It's not just like today. Fang Cheng has loved cooking since he was a child, and his cooking skills have improved rapidly.
"Then you can't guarantee that the person you find later will like cooking as much as I do..."
"Why don't I just marry you?"
In fact, she had never doubted it, and couldn't even imagine a future without marrying Fang Cheng.
It’s not like Ning Yu’an hasn’t met someone she likes before. In fact, from childhood to adulthood, there have been many people who have been interested in her (either the person herself or her body). Some of them are very tall, some are very handsome, and some come from well-off families. She has been attracted to them many times.
But those affections at most developed into an ambiguous relationship, not even to the level of boyfriend and girlfriend. In fact, she liked a senior for a while in high school, but she didn't tell anyone. When the senior graduated, she didn't know that she had been secretly loved by someone.
But even though she liked him, even when she was at the peak of her passion, she had never considered marrying the person she loved. Ning Yu'an realized very early that marriage and liking are two completely different things, which to some extent was also a kind of precocity.
"…You're talking nonsense again."
"What are you talking about? Do you think highly of me?"
"No, no, I definitely didn't mean that. I just feel that this kind of thing shouldn't be handled so hastily..."
"We've known each other for so long and we're still being sloppy, but you and the others aren't being sloppy?"
"This question of whether it is hasty or not... time is not linear..."
"You're talking nonsense again, eat yours quickly."
Fang Cheng stopped talking, lowered his head and shoveled the remaining porridge into his mouth, mouthful by mouthful . After drinking it, he was sweating all over from the heat.
"It's a bit hot, I'll go open a window."
"OK."
He walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window in the living room and, with a little effort, opened the one facing the sea. The wind with a slightly salty smell blew into the room from outside, causing the sweat on his body to evaporate violently.
Fang Cheng shuddered, then went back to the sofa and found a comfortable position to lie down.
"Go to sleep after you finish eating. I'll wash the dishes later."
"There's no water in the pool now, how can I wash..."
"I'll use the water from the water dispenser to rinse it off. You should go to bed soon. You haven't slept for a long time."
After Ning Yu'an finished speaking, she took out a tissue and wiped the sweat off her body. At this moment, her face was already red, and it was not entirely due to the heat from the porridge.
Did she suddenly realize now that she had just proposed to Fang Cheng unconsciously?
Just saying it casually shouldn't be considered a proposal.
