One plate of meat, and twenty egg tarts.
“Crunch, crunch.”
“……..”
Cheng Cheng’s lips trembled slightly as he stared at the twenty egg tarts in silence.
Did getting married change his taste?
But looking at him now, he seemed to be in a much better state than before the marriage.
It seemed that although that man might be a bit poor, he treated Miao Miao quite well.
And… he was extremely handsome. Miao Miao wasn’t at a loss at all.
After six in the evening, the winter sky in Beijing had already darkened.
Cheng Cheng and Cen Miao pushed their electric scooters toward the school gate.
“Hey, are you trying to change your painting style?” Cheng Cheng recalled how the teacher had said in the afternoon that Cen Miao’s new brushwork was still unskilled, but his color choices had become much bolder.
Cen Miao’s tone was slightly guilty. “…Y-yeah, I guess.”
“That’s good. The teacher said before that your fundamentals are solid, but you were a bit too stuck in a framework.”
“You didn’t suddenly have some breakthrough after going through hardship, right? In the future, there’ll be a Van Gogh abroad, and at our Beijing University, there’ll be Cen Di!”
“…….”
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“Mm.” Cen Miao nodded, firmly remembering Caretaker Dad’s advice—if he didn’t understand, just nod first.
At the school gate, the two went their separate ways and headed home.
On the way, Cen Miao was drawn by a burst of fragrance.
The next moment, he accidentally took a wrong turn and entered a food street.
By the time he came back out, his mouth was smeared black, he was holding a nearly finished roasted sweet potato, bags were hanging all over his scooter handle, and his WeChat balance had dropped from 1055 to 985.
The human world had such an abundance of food!!!
He really liked being human (｀?′)Ψ
Then he remembered his remaining balance, let out a long sigh, and imitated Cheng Cheng’s tone from earlier when paying for lunch. Looking up at the sky with a melancholy expression, he said, “Ah, I really want to win the lottery~”
“Pfft~”
As soon as he finished speaking, laughter came from beside him.
Cen Miao turned toward the source of the sound, and the laughter immediately grew louder. “……..”
“?” A red-haired bad human!
“Why are you laughing!” Cen Miao tried to sound fierce, but there was no real threat in his voice.
“Pfft~ hahaha.” Qin Zexi, with his bright red hair, leaned lazily against a black motorcycle. His fox-like eyes curved into crescents as he laughed. “Curly-haired little beggar, take a look in the mirror.”
Half-believing, Cen Miao turned to look at the small mirror on his scooter. “?”
How… how did he end up like this?
He reached out to wipe his face.
All he got was an even messier face and blackened hands. “……. ah.”
“Hahahahahaha.” Qin Zexi had never expected that casually coming out to buy food would lead him to such an amusing person.
He reached into his pocket, only to realize he hadn’t brought any tissues or a handkerchief.
Tsk.
Usually, he could just reach out and someone would hand him one.
“Stop wiping, little beggar. The more you wipe, the worse it gets. Hurry home and wash your face.”
Cen Miao instinctively felt that “little beggar” wasn’t a nice term, but seeing the other’s red hair, he hesitated.
In his world, red-haired ones were very fierce zombies. They even ate their own kind like him.
In the human world… would red-haired people also be fierce?
To be safe, Cen Miao cautiously climbed onto his scooter before retaliating.
“Red-haired monster! Bleh bleh bleh (σ｀д′)σ”
After saying that, he hurriedly rode off on his scooter.
And immediately accelerated to 25 km/h.
Qin Zexi watched the slowly disappearing, slightly wobbly scooter. “……..”
Did he think his scooter was fast, and that leaving meant he couldn’t be caught?
On the fifth floor of the private hospital, Shao Siheng had just stepped out of a patient room when he saw Qin Zexi. That flamboyant red hair was especially eye-catching, yet somehow stylish.
“Bro! I brought your favorite snacks to visit you!” Qin Zexi lifted the bag in his hand, his whole face practically spelling out two words:
Praise me!!!
Shao Siheng looked at the snacks—ones only he liked—and helplessly gave a thumbs-up. “Mm! I was just hungry, and you brought them.”
“Hmph! I treat you much better than my brother, right? He never brings you stuff like this. So from now on, I’m your favorite, right?”
Shao Siheng: “…….”
“Mm.”
“Then stay away from him in the future. Don’t get influenced by him. He’s the most boring. And you have no idea how mean he was to me when we were kids…”
Listening to his childish rambling, Shao Siheng could already guess—he must have bought the food, disliked the night market environment, and worried it would get cold if he went home, so he came here instead.
“It’s still warm! Hurry, hurry! It won’t taste good if it gets cold!”
Shao Siheng: “…….” He knew it.
Inside the office, Qin Zexi opened the bags and reached out to grab a piece of mint-flavored fried ribs.
“Go wash your hands over there.” Shao Siheng frowned and lightly slapped his hand.
“Ah~ a little dirt never hurt—”
Shao Siheng sighed, took out a disinfectant wipe from his pocket, and handed it over. “Then at least wipe your hands.”
“Hey bro, with your and my brother’s habits, only I can tolerate you! If you ever get married, your wife would probably complain to me eight hundred times a day!”
“You wouldn’t, like, disinfect before kissing your wife too—mmph.”
Qin Zexi bit into the candied hawthorn shoved into his mouth, then frowned. “This one’s not as good as the one you bought last time.”
“Mm, next time you want it, I’ll buy from that shop again.”
“Then you eat this one. Their milk coating isn’t good.” Qin Zexi curled his lip.
Shao Siheng looked at the bite mark on the skewer, lowered his head, and took a bite.
“Hey bro, I ran into someone earlier. Cracked me up.”
“What kind of person?” Shao Siheng’s fingers stiffened slightly as he asked.
“Hard to describe. I’ve never met someone that clueless before. Super cute.” Qin Zexi wiped his hands and quickly stuffed a rib into his mouth.
“You… like that type?”
“I like it.”
A trace of disappointment flashed across Shao Siheng’s face, but it quickly returned to normal.
“If he became my little follower, he’d be hilarious, hahaha.” Qin Zexi added after a dramatic pause.
Shao Siheng clenched his teeth. “…….”
For the first time, he felt the urge to crack open both his and Qin Zelin’s heads to take a look.
They were probably similar—any part related to emotional intelligence was barely the size of a grain of rice.
The only difference was that his brother at least had extremely high intelligence.
After seven in the evening, Qin Zelin, completely unaware that his intelligence had just been highly praised, finished a long meeting and left the company.
Half an hour later, the black Bentley drove into the villa district.
“Hmm? Is that Madam up ahead?” the driver asked.
Leaning back with his eyes closed, Qin Zelin opened them and looked outside.
In such cold weather, he still didn’t understand what was so appealing about that electric scooter to the little monster.
That morning, Uncle Lin had been worried he’d be cold and tried to persuade him repeatedly. He had even taken him to the garage—with Qin Zelin’s silent approval—and told him to pick any car he liked, yet he still insisted on riding the scooter to school.
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and tactfully slowed the car.
The window rolled down.
Before Qin Zelin could speak, he saw Cen Miao’s face as he passed by the window.
“???”