Chapter 185: Yellow-braised chicken-flavored steamed buns Chapter 185: Yellow-braised chicken-flavored steamed buns After walking around all day, Su Yinhe and Lin Murong were shaking their heads and sighing, full of disappointment.
In the end, they achieved nothing.
When it came time to eat, they didn’t dare to dine in a restaurant; this place was really too indecent, and they were too scared.
They ate what Su Yinhe and Chi Yan took out from their space.
Lin Murong started crying as he ate again.
Biting into a sandwich, he felt worse with each bite.
“What’s the matter with you?” Su Yinhe thought he was just too, too, too… melodramatic.
How could he keep making that face for every little thing.
If he changed his gender, making that face would be more appropriate.
Lin Murong fiercely bit into the sandwich, “I want to eat barbecue, braised pork, eat…”
He listed a string of dish names.
Act like she hadn’t said anything.
“Galaxy, this doesn’t taste good.” Lin Murong said, holding the half-eaten sandwich pitifully.
“Chi Yan grabbed this one, if it’s not tasty go find him. How is this my problem? I brought the milk.” As for the milk, as soon as she gave it to Lin Murong, he guzzled it down.
Now he was just gnawing on the sandwich.
“He…” Lin Murong looked at Chi Yan, who was eating a sandwich, then shook his head vigorously, not daring, not daring.
Better to continue eating the sandwich.
Although it was a bit dry, it was still edible.
Lin Murong resignedly lowered his head and kept gnawing on the sandwich.
At this moment, she didn’t know what expression to make.
Lin Murong was just a pushover, that’s it.
Lin Murong took a bite, glanced at Chi Yan, took another bite, glanced again, bit…
Chi Yan remained unmoved.
Finally, Su Yinhe couldn’t stand it anymore.
She threw him two bottles of milk.
“Wuwuwu, Galaxy, you’re really nice, have you really not considered…”
“Not considering.” Su Yinhe’s face was expressionless, cold and heartless.
Lin Murong thought about all sorts of strange things every day, always wanting to be her son, but she really didn’t need a son.
“Galaxy, you didn’t let me finish.” Lin Murong looked aggrieved.
Su Yinhe: “The moment you open your mouth, I know what you’re thinking. There’s no need to finish.” Just hearing those two words made her scalp tingle.
Su Yinhe skillfully brushed away the goosebumps on her arm.
“Alright. Then I’m scramming.” Lin Murong, holding the sandwich and milk, quickly took a few steps, then stopped five meters away from her.
His gaze was filled with sorrow.
Su Yinhe: “Terrifying.”
“What?” Lin Murong didn’t hear her clearly.
“Never mind, hurry up and eat, you’re the only one who hasn’t finished.” They had both finished eating a while ago; Lin Murong still had half a sandwich left, plus two bottles of milk.
It was rare to see him eat so slowly; Lin Murong usually ate quickly, often waiting for them.
Now that he was this slow, Su Yinhe felt a bit uncomfortable.
“Okay.” Lin Murong took a deep breath and then devoured the remaining half of his sandwich in a few bites as swift as lightning.
Then he opened both bottles of milk at the same time, drank them in two gulps, wiped his mouth, and said, “Done.”
His eating was a bit sloppy.
After resolving the meal, they continued their observation.
They succeeded in getting Lin Murong emotional.
He was still somewhat gloomy by dinnertime.
Until he saw the braised chicken in soy sauce.
The moment he saw the braised chicken, he instantly forgot all his troubles.
What emo? None of it was as important as the braised chicken.
Not to mention that besides the braised chicken, there was also the braised pork he wanted to eat, and braised pork rice was the best.
There was also grilled fish, and he loved that too.
Dinner was very rich, but after finishing, the room had a certain smell.
The aroma of delicious food.
Lin Murong felt he would have a beautiful dream tonight.
Su Yinhe had wanted to spray some air freshener as the small shabby room had no windows, and airing it out would only mean opening the door, but that had serious consequences.
A Spider Demon… no, a woman might barge in.
There might even be more than one.
But Lin Murong refused, he thought the food aroma was very fragrant, he really liked it.
“You sleep in this room for one night, and tomorrow your clothes will smell …”
Before Su Yinhe could finish, Lin Murong eagerly interrupted, “Wow, then whatever I eat tomorrow will taste like braised chicken!”
“That’s too blissful.”
Su Yinhe: “Alright, as long as you’re happy.”
Personally, she didn’t like her bedroom to smell of food at all and couldn’t understand why Lin Murong could bear it, but she respected his choice.
When Su Yinhe left, she gave Lin Murong a box of earplugs.
“Galaxy, you are so kind…”
This time, as soon as he said “Galaxy,” Su Yinhe zipped back to her room.
Galaxy was disgusted with him.
At least there was still Chi…
How did he just disappear?
Lin Murong felt that both of them were quite suited to be ghosts.
With the earplugs, Lin Murong didn’t hear any strange noises all night, and he woke up refreshed the next day.
After getting up early, he even did three hundred push-ups on the bed and felt extremely excited.
When Su Yinhe saw him, she got a shock.
“Why is your face so red?” Lin Murong’s exposed skin was all rosy red.
“Mountain redness.” Lin Murong said, showing off his biceps brachii.
Who gets mountain redness overnight?
Who gets red from the face down to the neck?
Lin Murong was spouting nonsense, Su Yinhe casually played along.
Both were quite satisfied.
“Breakfast, breakfast! Braised chicken-flavored breakfast.”
Having slept in a room full of braised chicken aroma all night, Lin Murong was thoroughly marinated in the scent; she could smell the braised chicken on him just by standing there.
He truly was going to have a braised chicken-flavored breakfast today.
Therefore, Su Yinhe got him a few steamed buns.
Lin Murong stared at the white steamed buns in the plastic bag, completely dumbfounded.
“Eat up. Pure braised chicken-flavored steamed buns.”
Afterward, Su Yinhe took out a meat steamed bun and shared it with Chi Yan.
The meat steamed bun was made perfectly, the smell of meat wafting through the air.
Suddenly, the scent of braised chicken didn’t seem that appealing; he wanted to eat a meat steamed bun too.
Seeing Lin Murong’s longing gaze, Su Yinhe smiled slightly, “Hurry up and eat, your braised chicken-flavored breakfast. No other flavor is as fragrant as braised chicken.”
Lin Murong watched them eating their meat steamed buns, gnawing on his own.
He had adapted to the braised chicken scent all night and could not smell anything now.
He was just dry eating plain steamed buns.
The meat steamed bun was still tempting him beside.
Okay, want to eat a meat steamed bun.
Need a meat steamed bun.
Don’t want steamed buns, want meat steamed bun!