“No. Actually, I also want to see you,” Jiang Jianhuan said. Su Mo, who had been looking a little down, immediately regained his radiance and smiled.
Are you hungry? I'll cook for you.
"OK."
The meal was cooked at Jiang Jianhuan's house. The two went to the supermarket. Although Su Mo easily pushed the cart through the shelves and the fresh produce section, Jiang Jianhuan was still a little worried.
Especially when someone turns around and stares at you.
"Relax a little." Su Mo reached out and patted her head, like bouncing a ball. Jiang Jianhuan gave him a reproachful look.
"It's all because of you."
"I'm sorry then," Su Mo said casually as she was selecting white radishes.
"If I had known, I wouldn't have held a concert." And I wouldn't have taken on so many commercial activities.
"Why? Isn't this important to you?" Jiang Jianhuan asked him in surprise. As a singer, holding a solo concert should be the ultimate goal, right? To be able to sing for so many people.
"It's alright," Su Mo replied after thinking for a moment.
"Actually, I'd rather work behind the scenes, but I haven't been able to find anyone who can interpret my songs well, so I have no choice but to sing them myself."
The tone of "..." is very much like that of a genius who effortlessly achieves success with a casual gesture, and then casually tells others that, actually, I'd rather live the life of an ordinary person.
Jiang Jianhuan pursed her lips, remaining silent and sullen. Su Mo noticed her emotions and asked with concern.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," Jiang Jianhuan shook her head. She just suddenly felt sad about being an ordinary person...
After selecting a large amount of vegetables and ingredients, the two paid and headed home. This feeling was familiar; in the past, when they didn't have classes or on weekends, they would also go to the supermarket together to buy the groceries they wanted to eat, and then go home to cook.
Su Mo was carrying two plastic bags from the supermarket. Her knuckles were protruding, and the veins on the back of her fair and slender hands were faintly visible.
Jiang Jianhuan suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, why did you hold a concert in the first place?" Actually, she was a little surprised when she learned that Su Mo had entered the entertainment industry, because regardless of whether Su Mo's personality and temperament were suitable, he personally did not want to be in the spotlight.
Based on Jiang Jianhuan's understanding of him, working in a bar was already his limit, so why would he voluntarily expose himself to the public?
"It's a team requirement," Su Mo replied after a moment's thought. Jiang Jianhuan clearly sensed his perfunctory attitude.
Through these days of contact, Jiang Jianhuan had a general idea that Su Mo's team was practically nonexistent.
The entire studio belonged to him. As far as Jiang Jianhuan knew, there was no boss or large capital behind it, and the only person responsible for all his external affairs was Li Sa.
Li Sa basically agrees with Su Mo; he wouldn't dare to disagree.
What requirements are you referring to?
Jiang Jianhuan fell silent. Seeing this, Su Mo added a sentence as if to mend the situation.
“Things are different now than they were then. Hmm…” He nodded to himself with certainty, and Jiang Jianhuan didn’t press him further. Fortunately, they were already home.
Su Mo rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen, where Jiang Jianhuan helped prepare the ingredients. In the small kitchen, the two worked side by side.
The lights were warm, and a faint fragrance of magnolia blossoms wafted in from the half-open window. Su Mo rolled up her shirt sleeves to her elbows and carefully made incisions on the fish on the cutting board with her head down.
Jiang Jianhuan looked up unintentionally and saw this scene. She was slightly stunned, and then unconsciously smiled.
Su Mo seemed to sense something, raised her head, and their eyes met suddenly. A smile appeared in his eyes, and he leaned over unexpectedly to kiss her on the lips.
"Ah!" Jiang Jianhuan was startled and let out a soft, inexplicably sweet cry. Su Mo's heart felt like it had been scratched by a kitten's claws.
He couldn't help but lean in again.
The kiss lasted for quite a while. When they parted, their lips were rosy and glistening with moisture, a result of being nourished.
A lingering sense of confusion remained in their eyes. Upon regaining her senses, Jiang Jianhuan immediately avoided his intense gaze and quickly lowered her head, pretending to work diligently. Su Mo smiled silently and continued with his work.
By the time they ate, it was already quite late. Jiang Jianhuan was a little hungry, and since Su Mo's cooking suited her taste perfectly, she ate three bowls of rice, which was unusual for her.
She rubbed her stomach, feeling melancholy and worried.
"If this continues, I'm definitely going to get fat."
"You look better when you're a little chubby." Su Mo pinched her cheek. "You used to have some flesh on you, but now you're just skin and bones."
"???" Jiang Jianhuan looked up.
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean?" Su Mo was somewhat taken aback.
"You're complaining that I don't have any meat on me?" she said angrily. In a flash, Su Mo remembered that night when she almost lost control on the sofa.
"No..." He suddenly became anxious and stammered, his hands and feet moving in a flustered manner.
"I like you no matter what. No, no, no—" Su Mo quickly waved her hand and explained again.
"You haven't lost weight, you're still the same as before."
"Hmph." Jiang Jianhuan crossed her arms and reluctantly forgave him.
Chapter 38
Before Su Mo left, he washed the dishes and tidied up the kitchen. When he saw that Jiang Jianhuan's living room was a bit messy, he also mopped her floor.