Chapter 72: Frail Body
The tall man in the apron, with flour dusting his cheeks, likely thought his words sounded particularly suave.
Song Qie pursed his lips, struggling to hold back a laugh, but ultimately couldn’t resist turning away to let out a chuckle.
Lu Beihuai raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. “?”
“Lu Beihuai, you look a bit greasy,” Song Qie said, pulling his hand away. This little exchange seemed to lighten the mood, easing the irritation and gloom that had weighed on him.
Lu Beihuai felt as though he had been struck by lightning, his hands frozen in the air as he stared at Song Qie in disbelief. “How is that possible? Me? Greasy?”
Song Qie pointed at the stubble on his lips. “You haven’t shaved.”
“I don’t have it here. I checked,” Lu Beihuai replied, frowning slightly, feeling unjustly accused. He glanced at Song Qie again, his expression shifting. With a deep breath, he turned back to the kitchen, grabbed the rolling pin, and began rolling out the dough with noticeable force, his irritation evident in the way he worked.
Sheet after sheet of dough emerged, thin and round.
Curious, Song Qie stepped closer to examine the dough. “You know how to roll dough?”
“What’s the point? It’ll end up greasy anyway,” Lu Beihuai replied, dismissively.
With a flick of his wrist, Lu Beihuai tossed a piece of dough aside, clearly expressing his displeasure.
Song Qie laughed, leaning against the kitchen counter, tilting his head to look at him. “I was just joking. Are you really that sensitive?”
“I was just angry for a moment. It’s fine,” Lu Beihuai said, his tone more composed as he rolled out another piece of dough, stealing a glance at Song Qie.
Seeing his reaction, Song Qie couldn’t help but smile.
The sight of Song Qie’s grin filled Lu Beihuai with warmth, making his anger dissipate. As long as he could see that smile, everything else seemed unimportant.
“You look like a househusband now,” Song Qie remarked teasingly.
When Lu Beihuai heard this, he chuckled. “Yeah, I wonder who is lucky enough to have a husband who can handle both housework and family affairs. I must be quite popular.”
“But I don’t see anyone chasing you,” Song Qie said bluntly. “You usually come off as too fierce.”
“I’m fierce?” Lu Beihuai placed the rolling pin down, clearly taken aback.
Song Qie pointed playfully. “Look, that’s just a bad temper.”
Lu Beihuai regarded him with a complicated expression. “Okay, I’ll try to be gentler then.”
His expression was reminiscent of a disgruntled Husky.
Song Qie couldn’t contain his laughter again, leaning against the cooking table as he chuckled, feeling lighter than before. “I’m so hungry. Master Lu, can you hurry it up?”
“Sure thing, Master,” Lu Beihuai replied with a grin.
Song Qie’s eyes widened, instantly embarrassed. “Don’t call me that! What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing at all,” Lu Beihuai said, quickening his pace. He made several sheets of dough, filled them with the corn and meat mixture he had prepared, quickly pinching them into dumplings. He placed the plate of dumplings into the already boiling steamer.
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Everyone Hates My Frail Body.
Romance"Everyone Hates My Frail Body" Author: Yaoyaotu Status: Complete Summary: Song Qie was accidentally reborn after a car accident, finding himself transformed into a character in a novel that everyone despises. This character, also named Song Qie, is...
