"Really, really, I just want some peace and quiet now." A huge ugly snowman, it needed his... who knows how long to heal.
"Really!" Lin Murong felt like he couldn’t hold back anymore, if Galaxy kept asking, he was about to jump up.
"Alright then," Su Yinhe nodded, "Wait a moment."
Su Yinhe walked away.
Lin Murong thought he could finally have some quiet.
But soon, Su Yinhe came running back.
With her return came a fragrance...
The scent of baked sweet potatoes.
Lin Murong, who had been burying his head in thought for some quiet, suddenly lifted his head.
Sure enough, as he had expected, Su Yinhe was holding a few baked sweet potatoes.
Baked sweet potatoes that were still steaming.
"Look at my baked sweet potatoes and answer me again, do you really just want peace and quiet?" Su Yinhe even purposely waved the baked sweet potatoes in front of him.
Lin Murong’s eyes suddenly wouldn’t move.
"I... suddenly don’t feel like it so much. Peace and quiet, that can wait..." Baked sweet potatoes weren’t available all the time.
"Can I have a bite, please?" Lin Murong looked at Su Yinhe with puppy eyes.
"Go ahead, eat. These were meant to replace your quiet time. These aren’t ordinary baked sweet potatoes, these are the substitutes for peace and quiet," Su Yinhe handed him the sweet potatoes without hesitation.
She gave Lin Murong the food so easily, he was a little hesitant to take it.
"You didn’t add something weird to these, did you?" Before this, hadn’t he had to beg her just to get a little bit?
Now she was giving them to him so straightforwardly, if it wasn’t to set him up with some prank ingredient, he couldn’t think of any other possibility.
"Take it or leave it." Su Yinhe retracted the sweet potatoes.
Seeing her do this, Lin Murong felt at ease and quickly reached to grab them.
"Hey, hey, hey, I didn’t mean that. I want them, I want them, how could I not?"
"It’s mine," Lin Murong snatched the baked sweet potatoes from Su Yinhe’s hands and giggled stupidly.
"I knew it, you’re the best to me," Lin Murong even gave her a wink.
She felt a bit nauseated.
"Don’t, don’t, don’t. It wasn’t me who prepared these. Chi Yan baked them for you." To be more precise, for her, he had baked a lot.
Su Yinhe felt sorry for him and gave him some.
Lin Murong was about to eat when he heard this and suddenly became hesitant again.
He baked these for him?
He was a little scared.
Were they really free of any added ingredients?
"Really, there’s nothing in them. Rest assured and eat. To tell the truth, these are actually leftovers," Su Yinhe finally spoke the truth.
Only then did Lin Murong dare to take a bite.
"That’s good. If you suddenly started treating me too well, I wouldn’t believe it." Oh, the baked sweet potatoes were so delicious.
So sweet, so fragrant, so soft.
Lin Murong ate without looking up, not a trace of desire for peace and quiet in his eyes.
Peace and quiet? All could go to hell.
His time now belonged to the baked sweet potatoes.
After finishing the baked sweet potatoes, Lin Murong became completely happy.
And no longer bothered about that ugly snowman.
Delicious food was indeed the best medicine.
He loved baked sweet potatoes too much.
"Galaxy, even though these were leftovers, they were still delicious. Remember to give me some next time you have leftovers," Lin Murong said with a cheeky face after eating.
The corners of Su Yinhe’s mouth twitched.
"You can’t be serious. If you want something, make it yourself. Get it yourself. You don’t have to wait for leftovers."
She didn’t feel like she had mistreated Lin Murong.
Why did Lin Murong sound so pitiful when he said that?
"But the leftovers are delicious!" Lin Murong’s eyes shined, "No problem, I love eating leftovers. Leftovers have flavor. Next time, give me all your leftovers."
"Okay," Su Yinhe said, completely speechless at him.
"You’re the best, Galaxy, love you," Lin Murong gave her a heart sign.
Su Yinhe couldn’t help but shiver at his gesture.
It seemed the heating in the supermarket wasn’t warm enough, or maybe it should be turned up a bit more.
Su Yinhe wanted to leave.
But Lin Murong, who had polished off all the roasted sweet potatoes, stopped her.
"Ahem, Galaxy, do you have any more?" He had finished them, and it seemed he hadn’t had his fill.
Su Yinhe pulled away her hand indifferently.
"No more. If you want some, go make it yourself."
Chi Yan had made them for her, and she had only had one. She couldn’t let them all end up in Lin Murong’s stomach.
"Ah... but..." Lin Murong looked at her with a face full of sorrow.
"No buts, the rest are mine. If you want some, make it yourself. The ingredients are still available. Off you go, Pikachu!"
After saying this, Su Yinhe quickly slipped away.
Wait, is he really that frightening?
He’s actually, pretty handsome.
What’s there to be afraid of in front of such a big handsome guy?
Lin Murong sat there, pondered for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion.
Su Yinhe does not have a normal person’s aesthetic.
She’s not a normal person!
Yes, everything started to make sense now.
After he finished thinking, Lin Murong got hungry again.
He still wanted roasted sweet potatoes, but there were none left, so he had to make his own.
Roasted sweet potatoes are pretty simple to make...
After Lin Murong produced his third undercooked sweet potato, he decided to take back that statement.
Damn it, it looked cooked on the outside.
How come it’s still raw inside?
The outside is practically charcoal.
Why is it still raw inside?
That doesn’t make sense, sweet potatoes are supposed to be easy to roast.
Lin Murong became self-absorbed.
Were these sweet potatoes singling him out?
Lin Murong roasted three in total.
All three were raw in the middle.
Luckily, raw sweet potatoes were also edible and somewhat sweet.
Lin Murong, as he kept roasting, eventually started eating raw sweet potatoes.
He realized, why bother roasting?
Are raw sweet potatoes not sweet? Are they not delicious?
Why did he insist on roasting them until done?
Raw ones are just as tasty, okay?
It’s definitely not because he couldn’t roast them.
And so, Lin Murong filled himself up with raw sweet potatoes.
But although he was full,
he was as distraught running to the toilet in the middle of the night as he was full.
The next day, Su Yinhe saw an extremely weakened Lin Murong.
"What did you do last night?" Su Yinhe asked him with a strange look.
"Me? Nothing. Just..." Lin Murong began but then stumbled. How could he admit eating too many raw sweet potatoes and having to run to the bathroom all night?
"All right, it’s fine, I understand. You are a guy after all. Just take it easy next time," Su Yinhe patted his shoulder.
Lin Murong: "... Wait, what do you understand? Don’t make random assumptions, okay? I’m not that kind of person."
"Okay, okay, I got it."