Chapter 59: Life is Like a Dream

  Nie sat back heavily on the sofa, burying his head in his knees. Outside the window was a deep night sky with stars twinkling with faint light. Those small golden bright spots were like a prosperous and bustling dream of a drunken sleep in the red dust, only they could watch others' joys and sorrows without being moved.

  Why can't she learn to be indifferent?

  Suddenly it became so sad, but it's okay, it's okay, she told herself, Nieshiyan, really... doesn't matter.

  "Nie Zhiyan, where did you put your face?"

  Who? Who is speaking?

  She suddenly lifted her head, her eyes filled with sparkling water, full of astonishment, as if she couldn't believe there was another person in this space. She shook her head, rubbed her eyes again, and finally saw him clearly.

  He was there all along, he had always been there, she just hadn't noticed him yet.

  "What's wrong?" He held her apron in his hand, looking like he was ready to cook, and furrowed his brow as he asked her.

  She immediately shook her head, jumped down from the sofa, and said lightly as if she had suddenly changed into another person: "In the cabinet, didn't you find it?" As she spoke, she walked around Lu Yiheng, opened the top layer of the cabinet, and took out a pack of unopened noodles from the inside.

  "Uh," she seemed to have just reacted, looking at Lu Yiheng with a somewhat strange gaze, and asked uncertainly: "Lu Yiheng, are you going to cook?"

  "What's wrong?"

  "...... Cook? You?" Nie Zhiyan shook his head and actually started joking with him like before, "Lu Yiheng, have you ever taken a test?"

  “……”

  Nie Ziyu thought for a moment, seemingly unable to find the right words, and forcefully described: "It's just that what you've made, have you ever given it to pigs to taste? Can they eat it? Or, they ate it but unfortunately collectively got food poisoning and died."

  Lu Yiheng was still struck by her description of the test, and smiled slightly, "Miss Nie, can you not curse pigs?"

  Nie Zhen said, “......”

  The result was beyond his expectation, he made a very simple tomato and egg noodles, with a layer of golden fragrant oil floating on top, in the middle there was also a beautiful egg flower, along the edge were sprinkled a few green scallions, very pretty, smelled so appetizing.

  Nie Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion, "Lu Yiheng, when will you learn to cook?" Before this, he had always been the type to wait for others to serve him.

  He raised his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. The white, smooth rim of the bowl reflected the bright light, shining on her pale face, swaying slightly, as if it were the reflection of time, revealing all these years of his aloofness and indifference.

  "Hmm... considering the issue of being disliked, I went to learn it specially."

  Disgusted? Go learn specially? For whom?

  Nie Zhiyan lowered his head and started eating the noodles seriously, the thin noodles slid into his mouth, and the taste was surprisingly better than he had imagined, and a hint of jealousy arose in his heart.

  This meal lasted unexpectedly long, Nie Zhiyan dawdled and ate for twenty minutes but still hadn't finished. Lu Yiheng sat across from her, his bowl already empty, watching her eat.

  After a while, he said: "If you think it's hard to eat, then don't eat it."

  Bad taste? How could that be? Nie Zhiyan shook her head, she just didn't want to part with it, this was something he had made himself. Such good fortune, how often would she have it? Could she keep half of it and eat it again tomorrow?

  She didn't look at him, just shook her head and mumbled "delicious" with unclear articulation, then buried her head even lower, speeding up, eating until not a drop of soup was left.

  Nie Zhiyan originally wanted to collect the bowls and chopsticks, but Lu Yiheng's movements were faster than hers. "I'll wash them."

  He looked at the bowl and chopsticks being taken away, somewhat stunned. Hey, don't you think it's upside down? Why did she feel so uncomfortable about it?

  The man, wearing an apron, stands quietly in the not-so-spacious kitchen, washing and scrubbing with a carefree air, his every move so warm and cozy, like a oil painting that makes one want to snuggle up.

  Perhaps it was the atmosphere that made her lose control, perhaps he couldn't see her appearance, or perhaps... she took a step forward as if nothing mattered, as if she didn't believe the person in front of her was Lu Yiheng, as if she was still dreaming, slowly stretching out her arm to wrap around Lu Yiheng's lean waist.

  He suddenly stiffened up.

  (I'm stuck at this point, I feel a bit guilty!!! Oops! Run away! See you tomorrow!)