Just Want to Be His Lover - Chapter 19.3

The next morning.

The alarm only rang twice before Shen Jue turned it off.

He turned to look out of the window. The sun was barely up, but dark clouds covered the skies. It was probably going to snow in the evening.

He got up, helped Gu Yanshu to pull his blanket properly over his body, then used one hand to wash up before going downstairs.

And the, he knocked loudly on the roving guest’s room.

Tok tok tok tok, it was as though he was chasing after his life.

Huang Yinan couldn’t take it anymore. He got up and opened the door, looking extremely annoyed, “Old Shen, what are you doing?”

“Wake up and prepare breakfast.”

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And was willing to work hard for it.

However, he really didn’t know how to cook.

When he cut himself for the N-th time again, Shen Jue, who was standing beside him, said calmly, “Are you a pig?”

As a macho man, Huang Yinan had his pride too, “It’s the knife that’s problematic. I can’t cut through anything.”

“The squirrelfish that you ate last night was cut by me using this knife.”

“……”

“What kind of help are you?”

Shen Jue condemned him in a few words.

Huang Yinan couldn’t stand it anymore, so he rebutted immediately, “So what if you can cook? I have a girlfriend, do you?”

Shen Jue felt that these rappers really knew how to diss back at their pain points.

Fortunately, a cold and slightly hoarse voice sounded from behind them, “Why are both of you arguing so early in the morning?”

They both turned.

Gu Yanshu was dragging his slippers as he walked slowly into the kitchen, “Wasn’t it agreed that I’ll be preparing breakfast?”

Shen Jue explained, “Your Brother Nan dotes on you.”

Having been suddenly pinned with this excuse, Huang Yinan could only manage, “…… Yes.”

“Does Brother Nan know how to cook?”

Gu Yanshu walked to the kitchen, and before he understood what was going on, Shen Jue turned his back at him, “Help me tie my hair.”

Gu Yanshu naturally took the hair tie from him, “Can you bend a little?”

“Alright.”

“Is it tight?”

“It’s fine.”

Huang Yinan, who was completely ignored, was becoming anxious, “Don’t just stand there and tie his hair. This century egg is rolling around, what should I do with it?”

After helping Shen Jue tie his hair, Gu Yanshu looked at the island of ingredients and Huang Yinan’s posture with the knife. He took the knife from the latter and said, “I’ll do it.”

His movements were very light, and it looked somewhat graceful. His eyes were lowered, excluding a clean aura, appearing like he didn’t have anything to do with the kitchen.

Yet, everything on the kitchen island started coming together properly.

The century egg and lean meat were quickly cut into small and even pieces, while the green leek was swiftly chopped into tiny and cute green bits, and the finger that dipped into the uncooked rice was white as the rice.

When he was cooking the porridge, he’d also taken a large knife that even Huang Yinan was somewhat afraid of. With deft fingers, he created a Chinese-style cucumber salad, adding sesame oil, cut chilli and ginger, making the dish appear crisp and colourful.

He also made a vegetable salad. He added some low-fat salad dressing and placed all the vegetables in a clear big bowl, saying that this was prepared for Xia Qingqiao and Xu Fangfang, both of whom were on a diet.

Finally, he scooped out several bowls of porridge, sprinkled some sesame oil and leek on it, and placed all of them neatly on the table, atop the tablecloth that was full of small flowers. The dishes looked refreshing and appetising.

Huang Yinan took a bowl of porridge and ate a mouthful, then shot his thumb up, “This is awesome. Shen Jue, you should hurry up and try it too.”

Shen Jue raised his arm, “How can I try it?”

“Let Xiao Shu feed you.”

Gu Yanshu, who had just picked up his spoon, suddenly froze, and immediately thought about rejection.

However, Shen Jue supported his head with his left hand and looked at him, “My right hand hurts, I can’t move it.”

Gu Yanshu remained cold, “Let Brother Nan feed you then.”

Brother Nan hastily waved his hands, “Don’t. Me feeding him? It’ll be so ridiculous for two men like us to do it.”

Gu Yanshu was still adamant, “Aren’t Shen Jue and I also two men?”

“It’s different for the both of you. Both of you have a relationship that comes out of sleeping together on the same bed. Moreover, in the past, when Shen Jue was injured, weren’t you the one who helped him wash his hair, bathe him, and feed him? One more time won’t matter.”

Shen Jue glared at him, “We’re still filming. Don’t say anything unnecessary.”

“It’s fine. We’ll just speak to the production team and get them to edit it out later on.”

The production team wanted to say something, but Shen Jue had already turned back to look at Gu Yanshu, “I’m hungry.”

Gu Yanshu: “……”

Where in the world did he learn this sort of macho coyness?

Gu Yanshu took in a deep breath and calmed himself down. He told himself that he was just a volunteer looking after a sickly old man, and it wasn’t a big deal.

He took the bowl and spoon, then expressionlessly delivered a spoonful of porridge to Shen Jue’s mouth.

Shen Jue ate it, and his smile was bright like spring, “It’s nice.”

“Woahhh….” Huang Yinan’s goosebumps rose when he saw Shen Jue’s smile, “That’s too loving. I think you’d better get the team to cut this off in post-editing. Otherwise, if this is broadcasted, your CP fans will create another storm.”

Then, he looked at the production crew, “There shouldn’t be any problem, right?”

The crew’s expression was unfathomable, “There might be a small problem.”

“What problem?”

“The problem is that we are live streaming now.”

“…..?”