BLINDED BY LOVE

HEARTBEAT

Pon was startled for a moment, instinctively smiled, but his ears were a little hot.

On the way back, he remained quiet like a chicken.

Sailub thought he was just tired and didn’t bother him, but when they got home, Pon refused to go to his room to sleep. Instead, he insisted on making longevity noodles for Sailub.

The house they rented had a small kitchen, but they usually ate in the restaurant or ordered takeout, rarely using it.

Leaning against the door frame Sailub watched as Pon clumsily lit the stove, and with suspicion, asked him, “Do you really know how to cook?”

Of course, he didn’t really know how to.

Pon had only watched their family chef cook, he had never tried it himself.

But back in middle school, he had a few home economics classes. He hadn’t skipped those, and he had made dumplings with Garfield a few times, as well as some cookies.

He figured it should be about the same.

While waiting for the water to boil, Pon said to Sailub, “Longevity noodles are a must for birthdays. My parents used to make them for me when they were still around.”

He blinked as he said this.

He didn’t talk much about his family.

Occasionally, when chatting with others in the restaurant and family was mentioned, he always spoke vaguely, brushing it off casually.

He hadn’t told Sailub about his own background either.

But today, perhaps because he had been drinking, his mind became sluggish, but his emotions became much more sensitive.

“I don’t know if I’ve told you, but my parents have actually been gone for a long time,” he said to Sailub.

Sailub glanced at him, even though he already knew, and said, “No, you haven’t.”

Pon nodded.

As he awkwardly put the noodles into the boiling water, he continued, “They passed away when I was thirteen. It felt like the sky was falling at that time, but in the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.”

“My parents were good people, excellent at their jobs, and very responsible for the family. After they passed away, the family fell apart, but fortunately, I have my brother and sister to look after me.”
Pon stirred the noodles with chopsticks, not really good at cooking, and almost got splashed.

Sailub frowned as he watched, but when he offered to help, Pon refused.

His reason was, how could the birthday person make noodles themselves? It lacked ceremony.

So, he could only watch from the side.

Fortunately, after a while, the noodles gradually softened.

Pon scooped them all out and rinsed them in cold water.

He also fried a slightly burnt egg pancake and placed it on top of the noodles, then proudly handed it to Sailub, saying like offering a treasure, “Look.”

Sailub took the bowl of noodles with one hand and supported Pon with the other.

The two of them moved to Sailub’s room.

Sailub grabbed two bowls, served some noodles for Pon, and Pon didn’t stand on ceremony.

Eating someone else’s birthday longevity noodles was also auspicious, but he insisted that Sailub take the first bite.