"Fried chicken is edible, so what’s wrong with eating chicken nuggets and fried chicken chunks?
Lin Murong cooked for himself, relying on his own efforts.
He ’smuggled’ a bunch of ingredients from the supermarket and then started cooking for himself.
His cooking skills are really good, okay?
Capable of self-reliance.
Even without the two of them, he could manage on his own.
It’s just—there’s something missing.
When Lin Murong ate the meals he made alone, he always felt something was lacking.
The food smelled great, and the dishes were delicious, but still, something was missing.
Now he could only dine alone.
Sometimes, it’s really irritating.
Lin Murong fiddled with his food and felt his appetite had diminished a lot.
But, even though his appetite was much less, he still ate heartily.
Wasting food is shameful.
Lin Murong still enjoyed his meal.
He finished all the food.
As he ate, he stopped being annoyed.
Lin Murong became happy as he ate.
Despite the cheerfulness, Lin Murong felt something was missing without Su Yinhe.
So, after he finished this meal, he went to summon Su Yinhe’s soul.
The soundproofing in the room was good, but not absurdly so.
Because of his ’soul-calling,’ Su Yinhe finally came out.
She had been playing video games, but upon hearing Lin Murong’s shouting, she couldn’t continue.
She came out to chase after Lin Murong.
"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Su Yinhe held him down and asked fiercely.
Right at the critical moment, his shout had ruined everything.
"I... I don’t want to die," Lin Murong trembled.
"If you don’t want to die, what are you doing? Answer me! What are you doing, making such a racket?" Su Yinhe pressed him down and punched him a few times.
"I missed you," Lin Murong replied pitifully after being beaten, but still made a heart gesture for her.
Is he sick or something?
"You... say it, what do you want to do? Or come and pick a way to die," Su Yinhe still wanted to finish him off.
"I don’t, I want to live," Lin Murong certainly didn’t want to die.
He was living just fine; why should he die?
"Huh. Don’t howl randomly next time," Su Yinhe said, looking at him, her anger subsiding after fuming for a while.
"Oh, I was wrong, okay? Don’t be mad," Lin Murong tugged at her clothes.
"Huh, knowing you’re wrong is good enough," Su Yinhe snorted coldly.
"I’m sorry, so... can we play together now?" The saying goes, a day apart feels like three years.
Su Yinhe and Lin Murong stared at each other.
"Are you... seriously ill?" Su Yinhe wanted to hit him again.
Her hand, which she had just raised, went up again.
"I’m not sick. I just missed you," Lin Murong said his ’I missed you’ in a particularly disgusting way.
It was so gross that Su Yinhe got goosebumps.
"Stop, stop, keep it normal. If you’re not normal, I get scared. Really scared." Is she some lowly person?
"Don’t be scared. Galaxy, what are you scared of?" Lin Murong threw her a flirtatious look.
"I get beaten up every day, and I’m not even scared."
"That’s your problem. And you have the nerve to mention it," Su Yinhe clenched her fist, "Don’t be disgusting."
"Oh," Lin Murong looked wronged.
Seeing him made Su Yinhe even angrier.
However, thanks to this, Su Yinhe actually managed to forget the previous awkwardness.
Maybe she was too angry.
She was infuriated to the point of stupidity.
Su Yinhe was a bit annoyed.
Really ticked off now.
Probably actually ticked off, Su Yinhe had a sour face all day, whereas Lin Murong kept grinning cheekily, seemingly unafraid.
Then Su Yinhe got even more annoyed.
Don’t want to talk anymore.
Want to hit him again.
Every day is on the verge of a meltdown.
And the main culprit doesn’t seem to feel a thing.
The main culprit doesn’t feel a thing, so Su Yinhe grabbed Chi Yan.
"What’s the matter? Not happy? Why not? Because of him?" Chi Yan quickly pinpointed the problem.
And wanted to solve the issue.
Chi Yan’s look was genuinely frightening, and as Su Yinhe watched, she became a bit scared.
Worried that if she spoke a few more words, Lin Murong might be gone, she dared to reply with only one word.
"Huh?" Chi Yan tilted his head.
"No, no, you... you take a rest." Su Yinhe pushed him away.
Although she also really wanted to throttle Lin Murong, that wouldn’t be good.
"Really? You’re not lying to me?" Chi Yan wasn’t quite convinced.
Men have intuition too.
"No, why would I lie to you? No lies, really no lies." Su Yinhe shook her head.
"Okay, fine," Chi Yan nodded.
After Su Yinhe finished speaking, she rolled her eyes at Lin Murong from an angle where Chi Yan couldn’t see.
She wanted to knife Lin Murong, yet she had to restrain herself, even fearful that Chi Yan might knife Lin Murong. Suppressing the urge to knife Murong, concealing it.
Why couldn’t she be a bit more cruel?
She really wanted to be a cruel woman.
That way, she could, hmmph hmph hmph.
She was still too "kind."
Such a "kind" boss was rare.
Su Yinhe shook her head, then started to praise herself internally.
But praising oneself is ultimately meaningless.
After mentally complimenting herself a few times, Su Yinhe’s gaze shifted back to Chi Yan.
"Chi Yan, tell me..."
"What do you think of me?" Su Yinhe hinted at him.
"You?" Chi Yan, looking at her expression, had various texts he’d read flash through his mind.
"Very nice." In that moment, although he thought of a lot, in the end, he could only utter two words.
"How nice?" Su Yinhe wanted compliments.
"Very nice, the nicest person I’ve ever met. Gentle, cute..."
Chi Yan, looking at her, let all sorts of nice words spill out.
Lin Murong on the side was taken aback by surprise.
What was Chi Yan talking about.
Didn’t his conscience hurt when he said that?
Which of these words could possibly align with Galaxy?
Did Chi Yan’s conscience not hurt at all?
Or was it the case of ’beauty lies in the eye of the beholder’?
Chi Yan’s praises were getting more and more outrageous.
Even the subject, Su Yinhe, was feeling embarrassed.
Not to mention Lin Murong on the side.
Lin Murong looked disdainful as he curled his lip.
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.
All lies, not a single truth.
After falling in love, one has to learn how to lie.
Thinking about it, it’s better not to date.
The more Lin Murong thought about it, the better he felt.
It’s good not to date.
Lin Murong started to laugh foolishly again.
Laughing foolishly like a simpleton.
And because he laughed so loudly, Su Yinhe, who was still basking in praise, was directly drawn to him.
She stopped listening to the praise.
She came over to hear Lin Murong’s foolish laughter.