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She also taught me how to cook, making it feel like play. She was busy in the kitchen while I watched nearby, occasionally helping out a little. Learning was secondary; the main thing was that I was very happy.
On a night when Xiao Minxing wasn't around, it was still early to sleep, and I didn't want to work either. It was really nice for the two of us to sit together, joke around, and chat.
When Jin Ke got up to go back to her room to rest, it was already ten o'clock at night.
She helped me check the things I would need for the night, then went to look at the window. She opened it a crack for ventilation but pulled the curtains tightly shut. This has always been my habit; I don't like my room to be completely airtight.
"Sister An, you should go to bed early. Xiao Zong said he won't be coming back, so you don't need to wait for him," Jin Ke said.
"I'm not waiting for him. Don't we always go to bed around this time?" I asked her.
She smiled and said, "That's true, but you didn't seem so restless before. It's obvious that even though you've divorced Xiao Zong, you still have feelings for him, right?"
I was taken aback for a moment before asking her, "Is it that obvious?"
Jin Ke smiled without answering and went out the door.
I sat alone for a while longer, but I couldn't fight off my drowsiness any longer and fell asleep.
When I woke up the next morning and stepped out of my room, I was surprised to see Xiao Minxing sitting in the living room. He was holding his phone and scrolling through something.
The morning sunlight streamed in through the window, casting strands of light on one side of his face, bright yet tinged with a hint of gold, looking exceptionally handsome.
He sat at one end of the sofa, his legs casually crossed, leaning back with his phone resting on his lap, far from his eyes, yet he seemed completely at ease.
Xiao Minxing had always had good eyesight. I remember he did well in school when he was younger, but he rarely read books.
Sometimes I envied him and asked why he could get good grades without studying.
He would point to his head and say, "Just listen well in class; there's no need to push yourself after class."
At that time, he was carefree. Although there were many unhappy moments in life, perhaps because he was still a child, he didn't have the anxiety and worries that he does now.
Of course, this kind of study method only suited a certain type of person—someone like him.
I couldn't do it. I had tried; no matter how much I listened in class, I would forget as soon as I turned away. So after leaving my foster mother's home, I didn't really put effort into studying. On one hand, my circumstances didn't allow it; on the other hand, it was also because I might not be cut out for it.
When I was brought back to the past, Xiao Minxing also lifted his gaze.
He looked over at me, his head slightly raised, his eyes bright, making his pupils appear particularly dark. It felt as if I had instantly returned to the past, and sitting in front of me was that youthful teenager.
"Come sit over here," he said, still looking at me with a relaxed expression.
I slowly moved over and sat down half a meter away from him. Then I stole a glance at him and asked, "When did you come back?"
He turned his head toward me, his face also shifting in my direction. The entire side of his face became backlit, giving him an unexpectedly delicate beauty that left me momentarily stunned.
"Last night. I saw you were asleep, so I didn't wake you."
"Oh, did you come back particularly late? I think you weren't back when I went to sleep at ten..."
In the past, I wouldn't have dared to ask such questions. Xiao Minxing himself said that when I come home or whether I come home has nothing to do with him. Every time he saw me waiting for him to return, he would even get angry.
So now, when I impulsively asked this, my voice barely came out, and by the end, it was almost inaudible, my head lowered.
To my surprise, he replied, "Around three."
I looked up at him, somewhat astonished and even more heartbroken.
He returned home around three in the morning and was already getting up again. His life had too many things to do and be busy with, while I felt almost like a useless person. It wasn't that we couldn't get along; even without the resentment brought by marriage, with our two completely different lifestyles, it would be hard to find common ground.
Xiao Minxing noticed my dejected expression. He put down his phone and glanced toward the kitchen door, saying, "A man's duty is to provide for the family and protect the woman; you don't need to feel uncomfortable."
Before I could respond, he had already stood up and pulled me up as well, saying, "Let's have breakfast."
His hand was holding my wrist. Because the sleeves of my pajamas were long, there was no skin contact, but just this action made my heart tremble.
Walking behind him, I looked at his silhouette, which had transformed from robust to slender, filled with mixed emotions.
Jin Ke came out with breakfast. Seeing that Xiao Minxing and I had moved to the dining table, he glanced at the hand he was holding mine and smiled, saying, "Let's eat; today we have porridge and some side dishes."
Xiao Minxing sat beside me. He released my hand to take a bowl, but Jin Ke was quicker than him and placed a bowl of porridge in front of me, softly saying, "Sister An, try this; is it tasty?"
I noticed Xiao Minxing's hand paused for a moment before he served himself a bowl. When Jin Ke went to get some dumplings for him from the table, he spoke first in a tone that was somewhat cold.
"You don't need to worry about me, just take care of her."
A meal that was supposed to be a good start became a bit colder because of Xiao Minxing's words. After that, he ate quickly, finishing his food in just a few bites, like autumn winds sweeping away leaves, and then he got up and returned to his room.
I glanced at Jin Ke sitting across from me and whispered, "Don't mind him; he's always like this. He was even harsher with me before."
Jin Ke looked up at me, showing no signs of concern on her face, and smiled as she said, "It's fine, Sister An. Xiao Zong is usually so busy; it's normal for him to have a bad temper sometimes. Besides, it’s not a big deal."
While we were speaking softly, we saw Xiao Minxing come out. He had already grabbed his things for work and only glanced at me without saying a word before heading out the door.
Since I was worried about what was going on at his company, I quickly finished my breakfast after he left, changed my clothes, and went out.
Jin Ke followed me and asked, "Sister An, are you going out? I'll accompany you."
"No need; you can stay home. I'll be back by noon. Oh right, I want to eat wontons for lunch. Can you go buy some ingredients?"
She then asked, "What filling do you want? I can buy the ingredients and make them myself."
I stood there thinking for a moment before saying, "Bamboo shoots, I guess."
Actually, this isn't my favorite; it's Xiao Minxing's. He seems to really enjoy dumplings and wontons and has a particular fondness for bamboo shoots.
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