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Translated by Eve

Edited by Kara

Although Song Xuanhe already knew that Zhou Rong was going to come looking for him, he hadn’t expected him to come so soon. Yesterday, Song Jiani had just warned him to be careful of Zhou Rong. Today, Zhou Rong called that morning.

When his phone rang, Song Xuanhe acted like he hadn’t seen the contact name. He picked up the call and spoke into the receiver in the languid tone of someone who had yet to completely wake up. “Who is it?”

The other person paused for a moment before laughing. “Brother, I only left for half a year. You already deleted me as a contact?”

Song Xuanhe’s voice was tinged with impatience. “Your name.”

The bright voice darkened, but it still held a smile. “It’s me, Zhou Rong.”

Song Xuanhe rubbed his eyes that were teary from his yawn, his face void of expression. His voice was flat. “Zhou Rong?”

“Yeah.” Zhou Rong’s laugh came through the phone. His voice then lowered slightly. “After spending some time outside, I came back to discover that so many things had changed. And Chao er…I hadn’t expected to be unable to find people I know after coming back. I can only look for you to have a drink with. Are you free tonight? Let’s go drinking.”

“Okay.” Song Xuanhe agreed, sounding happy. However, there was no expression on his face as he said this. “Pick a place and let me know when.”

“A good friend.” Zhou Rong’s laugh was bright. “I only have you in the Capital now. We’re not going home until we’re drunk tonight.”

Song Xuanhe: “Remember to send me the location.”

After hanging up, Song Xuanhe yawned again. He then headed downstairs, looking exhausted. He searched his kitchen for a moment and discovered that there were only fruits and a few drinks in his fridge. The drinks had been bought when Xiao Yuanmu had still lived here. Song Xuanhe casually glanced at the interior of his fridge before grabbing an apple. He washed it and then took a bite. He then sat down at the table, slowly waiting for his brain to wake up.

A few minutes later, his mind finally cleared up. However, before he could think about how to deal with Zhou Rong, the image of Xiao Yuanmu sitting in front of him and eating in an unhurried manner appeared in his head.

Xiao Yuanmu ate in the way that you would expect from him, based on his personality. He didn’t show any expression and ate at an unhurried pace. Song Xuanhe had never been able to tell whether the other thought something was delicious or not from his face. It was almost like the other’s chopsticks had a measuring function: every time he picked up food, it was always more-or-less the same amount.

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Back then, Song Xuanhe would occasionally think about how he had heard that chefs don’t like to eat the food they cooked. That was because they would feel full just from the process of cooking. He had wondered if Xiao Yuanmu was also like this. Otherwise, why would Xiao Yuanmu always eat so little? Furthermore, Xiao Yuanmu always liked to watch him eat when he himself was done eating as if, as the chef, watching the other eat would satisfy him.

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