Chapter 17 — So Unfair, So Unfair
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Hey, Brother Shield, what's wrong with you? Why are you practicing at being a shrimp for no reason?" Shen Yushu found it odd that Wei Zhao was hunched over, but when she saw his lower body, she understood at once what he was doing. Her face flushed, she quickly turned her little face aside and snorted, "So filthy."
Wei Zhao could not be bothered to explain. Since he had already been found out, he simply straightened up and walked quickly to the kitchen.
Watching Wei Zhao's receding back, Shen Yushu's lips curved in a sly smile. Hmph, did he take her for a fool? Did she not know that was snot? She had learned it in physiology and hygiene class at school: that stuff is milky white and carries a particular smell that can be caught from far away. Shen Yushu had never smelled the real thing, but she had been sitting on the sofa for quite a while and had noticed nothing at all from the tissue right beside her — clearly it had no particular smell.
And the most important point of all: the internet said that after a man does that, his lower body goes soft. From the way Wei Zhao had looked just now, he was nothing like a man after release.
Of course, Shen Yushu would not tell Wei Zhao any of this. She would take the mistake for the truth and use it as a hold over him. Hmph, let's see if he dared disobey her next time.
It was so nice to have a free errand boy. Breathing in the aromas drifting from the kitchen, Shen Yushu felt more than ever that her earlier decision had been incomparably brilliant.
When Wei Zhao reached the kitchen, he was taken aback. The kitchen was very well equipped, far better than the big earthen stove back in his village; everything was so modern. On the wall to one side hung a cute little apron with a SpongeBob pattern, but it looked very new, probably hardly ever used. Presumably these two girls had everything brought to them and never lifted a finger; there was no way they cooked for themselves.
Wei Zhao tied the apron on and began searching the kitchen for ingredients he could cook with. In the refrigerator were some tomatoes, spinach, celery, and other vegetables, along with some eggs, but only a small amount of each. Uncle Qing had probably prepared them for Gu Mengyao just in case; whether Gu Mengyao actually cooked was anyone's guess. Still, as the man Gu Pengzhan trusted most, Uncle Qing would naturally think of everything.
He checked the staples: there was flour and rice. Wei Zhao decided to mix some dough and pull noodles, then make a simple bowl of plain noodles — he was hungry himself anyway.
Cooking was second nature to Wei Zhao. He had waited on the old man hand and foot at home every day since he was small, and he had been doing it ever since. Especially with the kitchen here so fully equipped, Wei Zhao quickly kneaded the dough and, with practiced skill, began pulling the noodles. Before long, a bundle of fine, chewy noodles lay on the cutting board.
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