"Lianqing, it's ready. Come and eat quickly, or the noodles will absorb too much water and won't taste good."
Okay~
Yang Lianqing, her hair loose and draped over her shoulders, took light steps, sat down at the table, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat.
"Mmm, it's delicious. Yang Feng, why don't we stop ordering takeout all the time? You can just cook for me directly, right? Food from outside might not be clean, don't you think?"
"I'm busy." Yang Feng rubbed his neck and turned to walk into the room.
"Hey! Yang Feng, aren't you going to eat?" Yang Lianqing stopped eating, looked at Yang Feng with her beautiful eyes, and asked in confusion.
"I have no appetite and can't eat."
Yang Feng turned his head, glanced at his sister, and said slowly.
"Oh? How can that be? People need food to survive. You've become so thin. If Mom sees you like this, she'll be heartbroken."
Yang Lianqing put down her chopsticks, walked over to Yang Feng, pulled him over, and sat him down at the table.
"I really have no appetite. Besides, it's okay to go one night without eating. You should eat by yourself."
Yang Feng sighed, waved his hand, stood up, and walked back to the room.
"Brother, wait a minute!" Yang Lianqing called out quickly.
"What is it now?" Yang Feng turned around, his face showing no impatience, only a calm and undisturbed expression.
"Come and take a look, these noodles seem to have gone bad."
Yang Lianqing pointed her little finger at the longevity noodles on the table, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction.
"How could that be?" Yang Feng frowned, turned around and walked over, looking at the longevity noodles on the table, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
He clearly remembered that he had just opened the packet of longevity noodles last month and put it in the refrigerator. The shelf life should have been three months.
How could it possibly spoil or taste bad?
"Hmph, you actually made me eat stale noodles! I'm so upset, the more I eat, the more something feels off. You try it yourself!"
Yang Lianqing pouted, her cheeks puffed out and turned red, and questioned him.
"That doesn't make sense. Let me try it."
Yang Feng frowned, bent down, picked up the wooden chopsticks on the table, took a pinch of noodles, put them in his mouth, and then said:
"It doesn't taste bad. Is there something wrong with your sense of taste, you silly girl?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Lianqing tilted her head innocently and said, "Really? Then I must have been mistaken."
"Alright, since it hasn't gone bad, you can eat it slowly. I'm going back to my room to rest."
Yang Feng put down his chopsticks, turned around and was about to leave when his younger sister stopped him.
"Brother, you can eat this bowl of noodles yourself. I'm a germaphobe. You've already used other people's chopsticks, how am I supposed to eat this? No way, go and cook me a new bowl of longevity noodles."
Yang Lianqing's big, bright eyes were clear as water and held a hint of expectation.
"Hmm?" Yang Feng raised an eyebrow. Now he understood. His sister had deliberately said that the noodles had gone bad so that he would finish the bowl and she would cook another one for him.
A warm feeling washed over me instantly.
"Okay, wait here for me for a moment, I'll go cook another bowl for you."
A smile finally appeared on Yang Feng's face as he walked into the kitchen.
Not long after, Yang Feng brought a bowl of longevity noodles and placed it in front of his younger sister, speaking gently:
"Are you starving? Eat up."
"Mmm, Yang Feng, you eat too."
Yang Lianqing smiled sweetly, nodded, and spoke.
"Okay, sure."
Yang Feng smiled, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat the noodles.
After dinner, Yang Feng returned to his room, while Yang Lianqing picked up her books and began to study diligently again.
The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and even the windows could be heard shaking faintly, showing no sign of letting up.
"Beep beep beep————"
Just then, the phone on the table rang. Yang Feng opened his eyes, reached for the phone, and saw it was an unfamiliar number.
"Hello, who is this?" Yang Feng asked weakly, lying on the bed.
"Is this Yang Feng? I'm trapped in the Beijing tunnel, and the bus doors won't open. Can you come and help us?"
The person on the other end of the phone was Lim Yoona, and her voice carried a hint of fear.
She didn't know why she would call him without realizing it. Maybe it was because of what happened on the bus last time that made her feel that Yang Feng was a little different.
"Who are you?" Yang Feng's voice was somewhat cold, perhaps due to the influence of Han Shilan's departure.
"You didn't save my phone number? I'm Yoona! We just went to the music festival for auditions this morning! How can your memory be so bad?"
Lin Yoona held her phone tightly in her small hand, her beautiful eyes looking at the passengers around her, all of whom were making phone calls.