Chapter 443. Steering Wheel 9/12
It wasn’t until after seven in the evening that Ning Chu finally wrapped up her busy day.
A table full of dishes, plus a bone soup and a bowl of longevity noodles—this was the result of her hard work throughout the day.
But she couldn’t sit still, immediately starting to clean up around the induction cooker, making a meal while the folding table was in complete disarray.
Wen Yang helplessly approached, grabbing the Little Demoness by the tail and leading her over to the coffee table.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“Eat first. After dinner, I’ll clean up.”
“Then don’t pull my tail!”
Ning Chu didn’t dare to resist; once grabbed by her tail, she had no strength to fight back, and she was pulled backward onto the sofa.
Her face flushed red as she sneaked a glance at Wen Yang, preparing to become a part of dinner herself.
After all, he was the male lead in the imperial romance—his mind was all muddled!
A scene from a little imperial romance popped into her head: the female supporting character, wearing a fruit-slice apron, cooking for the male lead while he devoured her completely.
It was supposed to be her birthday! She had made a feast!
But Wen Yang also sat beside her, as usual handing her chopsticks, and his demeanor was softer than usual: “Take off the apron and taste your own cooking.”
“Oh~”
Ning Chu took off her apron, folded it, and put it under the coffee table, mumbling softly, “I’ve tasted it, it’s okay, just a little worse than my mom’s.”
Though her cooking was only of beginner level, during the winter break, she had helped her mother, and her knife skills were barely acceptable.
She cast another glance at Wen Yang, only to see him already digging into the longevity noodles.
Wasn’t it supposed to be “eat first” for me?
“The noodles seem a bit overcooked.”
Suppressing the fidgetiness from having her tail tugged, she leaned in to check the noodles: “They’ve been boiling too long, and the noodles are so thin.”
“They taste pretty good.”
“Really? My mom used to make longevity noodles, and I thought they were awful; I didn’t like those noodles—they were all mushy.”
Wen Yang nodded with a smile: “They’re really good.”
“Then maybe my mom was just messing with me…”
Ning Chu had already eaten enough while cooking, barely touched her chopsticks, and her mouth kept moving.
“I was worried that my cooking would be terrible; I’d made it a few times before and almost disgusted myself.”
“Luckily, I had Lily to help. I could even call her if I didn’t understand something.”
“By the way! I bought a ring!”
“A ring?” Only then did Wen Yang notice the silver ring on Ning Chu’s right index finger, the one he had given her for her birthday.
Although Ning Chu was a girl by then, very few knew it, and the Little Demoness wasn’t used to wearing accessories, so she put the ring away.
Excitedly, she ran to the bedside table and pulled out the ring box: “It cost me a lot! It can be considered a matching set with mine!”
“Very expensive?”
“Just a few dozen bucks… try it on.”
Before Wen Yang could react, she eagerly slid the ring onto his finger.
“It doesn’t fit…”
Wen Yang’s fingers were long and capable of easily grabbing a basketball, but they were also bony, causing the ring to get stuck on the second knuckle.
That finger had made Ning Chu both love and hate it, and now it had become an obstacle.
First, the cake turned into a mush, and now the carefully picked ring wouldn’t fit—her mood dipped a bit, and she lowered her head while fiddling with the ring, mumbling: “Celebrating your birthday comes with a bunch of worries…”
Wen Yang looked at that downcast little head, but it only made him grin wider: “Just get a bigger size.”
“I just wanted to give you a nice birthday…”
“It’s already great; just be happy when I celebrate my birthday.”
“True.”
Ning Chu lifted her head and smiled at Wen Yang, soon returning to her lively state: “Hey! Try the bone soup; there’s marrow inside, and a lot of meat!”
“And this sweet and sour pork… I got lazy and just used the sweet and sour fish sauce~”
Although she initially wanted to leave Wen Yang with a surprising birthday memory.
But recalling the envious looks he had during every meal at her house over the winter break, perhaps a warm birthday was what he really needed.
Stepping into the role of a competent wife, bringing Wen Yang that homely warmth~
It was undeniable that Ning Chu always felt guilty about Wen Yang’s family, essentially giving herself away.
Seeing the smile that never left Wen Yang’s face, she felt she was doing a decent job, despite various slip-ups.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t read minds and had no idea what Wen Yang was thinking at that moment.
“From now on, you’ll go work part-time on weekends, and I’ll stay home cooking and waiting for you to come back~ I’ll take care of the logistics!”
Ning Chu proclaimed gleefully: “Starting tomorrow!”
“I doubt you’ll last until next week.”
“No way! I really have nothing to do on weekends anyway, just grocery shopping and cooking!”
“Then I’ll do the dishes and pots?”
She vigorously nodded: “Yep! I hate washing dishes the most!”
Growing up in a household that made the slowest eater do the dishes, Ning Chu had spent years washing pots and pans, getting almost a psychological shadow.
She propped her hands on her cheeks, elbows resting on her thighs, looking on eagerly as Wen Yang devoured her carefully prepared meal.
Watching him eat her hard work with such gusto made her feel a surge of accomplishment; if one were to compare, it was like being a healer in a game, keeping teammates who should have died alive~
All her exhaustion melted away~
“Slow down; don’t choke.”
Ning Chu even suspected that Wen Yang was putting on a show for her; the food was fine, but it shouldn’t be good enough to eat like there was no tomorrow!
Though Wen Yang usually ate a lot, his table manners were nowhere near as chaotic as Yan Xinya’s.
“What time is it?”
“Half past seven. Do you have plans tonight?”
“I have an activity later.”
“What game are you playing?”
Wen Yang swallowed his food, turning to look at Ning Chu’s face. For a moment, his gaze was so intense that it made the Little Demoness shyly lower her head.
“I feel like I can speedrun through you tonight.” He joked.
Ning Chu immediately got competitive: “No way?!”
Not to mention draining the imperial romance’s male lead; surely she could last through a few rounds of attacks!
“I’ve never used a steering wheel before.”
She froze for a moment, images naturally floated to her mind of her bent over the bed while Wen Yang stood behind her, grabbing her horns, her butt and tail stuck up in the air.
Her face burned even more, her legs instinctively clamped together around her tail…
“Pervert, and you’ve still got cake to eat!”
“You seem pretty excited?”
“I-I’ll go take a shower first.”
Ning Chu jumped off the sofa; it was Wen Yang’s birthday tonight, and she couldn’t hide from it. She now had to decide whether to wear a maid outfit that could give Wen Yang added attack speed or something. Maybe even shout “master” or something…
Hmm, if she called him dad, would Wen Yang get even more excited?
And she would get even more excited…
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