Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Chameleon Plant.
Few people liked to eat Chameleon Plant because it was quite an odd-tasting dish.
Wouldn’t restaurants provide appetizers that were more suited to the general public’s taste?
Shen Liangchuan frowned. Seeing the Chameleon Plant was like seeing Soul Fighter.
In a flash, he had lost his appetite and put aside his chopsticks. He placed his bowl of rice back onto the table.
Then, he picked up his box of cigarettes and drew one out.
He was strangely fidgety and unsettled, and had a splitting headache from drinking too much the day before. In fact, he felt nauseated.
Knitting his brows and just as he was about to light his cigarette, a small hand held his big one back.
He lifted his head and saw Qiao Lian grinning at him.
“Ta-da!” She was smiling happily and held up the lunch box in her hand. “Are you sick of takeaway food? Fortunately, I realized it and brought you this! At the end of the day, no matter what other food you’ve had, isn’t Auntie Li’s cooking the best?
He raised his eyebrows inquiringly.
Then she sat down next to him and took out the rice and dishes, arranging them neatly before him.
Shen Liangchuan looked at the dishes. His pupils shrank as he lifted his gaze.
As she prepared the food, she chattered non-stop, “No matter how busy you are, you mustn’t forget your meals.”
She reached out and took the cigarette out of his hand. “Smoke less. I know you must be exhausted. Sleep for a while if you’re tired, don’t push yourself so hard.”
Her non-stop talking somehow calmed his fretting and restless heart.
He looked at the food laid out before him—it all held Auntie Li’s personal and unique trademark in look and flavor. His wintry heart suddenly found warmth and solace.
He felt a pair of chopsticks being shoved into his hand. Looking up, he saw Qiao Lian’s expression of anticipation as she said, “Go on, eat.”
Shen Liangchuan lowered his head, picked up some food with his chopsticks and ate.
From the day before, he hadn’t slept a wink or eaten a bite.
As the warm food found its way into his stomach, he felt a light heating sensation that spread to the ends of his four limbs. It seemed to wake him up.
He looked down again and devoured the rest of the food.
The delivery food had been set aside. They looked like culinary items from a high-end restaurant.
As she ran her gaze through all the food, her eyes fell on the Chameleon Plant.
She paused to wonder out loud, “Since when has Chameleon Plant become a favorite high-end restaurants?”
After she said this, Shen Liangchuan halted and looked up.
Qiao Lian stared at him and said, “Is it really that good? Let me try!!!”
As she spoke, she picked up a piece of Chameleon plant with her chopsticks and brought it close to her mouth.
However, Shen Liangchuan suddenly felt a mix of emotions overwhelm him and he reached out to flick the chopsticks out of her hand.
The chopsticks fell on the ground as did the piece of Chameleon Plant.
When he saw the shocked expression on Qiao Lian’s face, he realized he had overreacted.
As he looked at Qiao Lian staring at him, he frowned and reached out to massage his own temple, not knowing how to explain why he had done what he had just done.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Qiao Lian interrupted him and said, “Shen Liangchuan, are you feeling unwell?”
Feeling unwell?
Indeed, he was feeling unwell.
He stood up and said, “I have to go lie down for a bit.”
Perhaps he should get a good night’s sleep and, with enough rest, it might be possible to discard all these distracting thoughts.
Qiao Lian watched Shen Liangchuan walk into the resting area in his office. At once, her expression turned abstruse. Her gaze fell on the plate of Chameleon Plant on the table.