The Lover's Prattle

Demon Scum//8.1

When Qingruo woke up in the morning, she saw Lin Zhao looking at her with a warm gaze, with his chin propped up by his arm. Qing Ruo grinned and watched as he bowed his head to kiss her forehead. She then rushed to speak before him, "Nuanyang, it's time to get up."

Lin Zhao's face twisted; Qingruo usually woke the little fart up every morning with that coquettish tone.

He narrowed his eyes and replied in a dull tone, "no." Then he turned over and covered himself with the quilt. Qingruo promptly ignored his refusal and got dressed by herself. Afterwards, she stood on the side of the bed and wrapped her arms around him while giving him a kiss. In a threatening tone, she questioned him, "are you sure you're not waking up?"

Lin Zhao turned around, which caused the quilt to wrap around his neck and exposed his long silver hair. He looked a little annoyed, "Qingruo, you are not allowed to do this again in the future." ***

Qingruo bent, stopped about six inches away from his face, and asked with genuine curiosity, "Why not?" Lin Zhao glared at her, with fire in his eyes. Qingruo looked back at him innocently.

OK ... shameless.

Lin Zhao looked at her for quite a while troubled at what to do. He wanted to laugh but at the same time, he also eat her so she stayed in his belly forever. She was still staring at him with pure, clear eyes, waiting for his answer. Lin Zhao breathed in deeply, "Don't mention my dark history as a kid. Or else..."

"Or else you'll bite me?" Qing Ruo laughed, lowering her body and pressing down on him. Her voice got closer and closer, and Lin Zhao could feel the warm puffs of her breath hitting his face. Opening her mouth to bite his cheek, Qingruo deliberately grinded her teeth to make him feel her bite. Straightening up and clicking her tongue, she casually walked out and commented, "you taste good."

Lin Zhao, angered, watched her leave the room. When she was gone, he scratched his moist cheek with a slight grin at the corner of his mouth like a fool. His body felt as if he had endless power, nothing like how an ordinary person would feel.

Qingruo habitually entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Lin Zhao appeared at the door after her.

As Lin Zhao stepped into the kitchen, he tried to fold his sleeves up. After pulling the left sleeve up with his right hand, his right sleeve slid down. Frustrated, Lin Zhao frowned unhappily and stretched his arm in front of Qingruo "Qingruo," he said. "Help me roll my sleeve."

"Ok."

As QIngruo helped him roll his sleeves, his eyes crinkled and a slight smile appeared. Compared to the sleeve she folded up, Lin Zhao's sleeve appeared to be too ugly. Lin Zhao raised his arm, which caused Qingruo to reroll the one he did. After she was done, Lin Zhao bowed his head to kiss her nose, "Thank you ~"

He wrapped his arms around her waist and said, "I've folded the quilt ~ I'll make breakfast this morning."

Qingruo smiled, and then put the vegetables she collected into a water basin, "Need help?"

"No," he replied. " Just tell me how it goes, and I'll do it." Lin Zhao took the basin in her hand and brought to the well in the yard. He pumped enough water to wash her hands. "I'll wash the vegetables, you can wipe your hands. When I'm done, I'll call you."

He could use spells to do it, but he didn't want to. Qingruo hummed in agreement, and specifically instructed him, "Be careful, there will be little flying insects on the vegetables during this season."

"Okay."

Lin Zhao's memories of washing vegetables only involves the times he stood beside Qingruo as a little boy and watched as she washed vegetables. However, he just played on the side and didn't watch the process clearly. Now, he could only pluck at fragile vegetable leaves carefully and swish it back and forth to avoid breaking off any leaves. As Lin Zhao squatted on the ground, he inadvertently got water on his pants and soaked his shoes.

When Lin Zhao stood up, he breathed a long sigh of relief, "Qingruo, that should be alright."

"Okay, I'm coming ..." Qingruo's voice echoed from the other room. Lin Zhao entered the kitchen and stared blankly at the kitchen equipment. In the mortal world, there was no concept of a morning meal. Those who had to get up early simply made themselves something to eat and then headed off to their workplace, whether it'd be in the fields or in the vendor shops.

Qing Ruo went into the kitchen and took two eggs and handed them to him, while Lin Zhao watched her dumbly. He saw that she was going to bend over again to get the bowl, but he reached for it before she could grab it, "No, I'll get it, you just tell me what to do."

Qingruo spent half a day showing Lin Zhao how to beat eggs for the first time and how to cut the meat and vegetables. Fortunately, Qingruo didn't completely extinguish the fire last night, so it would be fine to just to add some more wood.

One meal made the two people completely lose all their energy; Qingruo was lucky that she has already reached a stage where she didn't need to eat. Otherwise, she would have already fainted from hunger.

Lin Zhao's cooking style was unordinarily frantic, and it led to him yelling for Qingruo almost every three seconds. The entirety of the kitchen was overrun with steam and smoke as he cooked.

** I think Lin Zhao was referring to when Qingruo took care of baby Lin Zhao