If I Have You, What More Could I Ask For In This Life? - Chapter 8.1
Translated by: Cherry
Yisheng’s house was a typical single person’s apartment. Although it was small, it had everything she needed. When Yisheng opened the door to let Song Anchen in, Song Anchen began to look at her house. He did not deliberately look at everything and instead, glanced at everything casually. Yisheng invited him to sit on the sofa, a little hesitant, “You can take a seat, I’ll take a look at what food I have.” She turned around and walked towards her kitchen. Song Anchen looked at her walk off with a strange look in his eyes.
When Yisheng opened the refrigerator, she first searched the chiller for vegetables but found that aside from a few tomatoes, some shriveled shallots, and a row of eggs, as well as a few bottles of carbonated drinks, she had nothing at all. She felt that the situation was bad and hurriedly opened the freezer. It turned out to be worse than the chiller, there were only a few frozen chicken wings left. She thought in her heart, with so little food in the refrigerator, she did not know what to do. She closed her refrigerator door and walked towards Song Anchen, embarrassed, “Well, let’s go out and eat, there’s nothing much at home to eat.”
Song Anchen asked, “You don’t keep some food stocked up at home?”
It was not that she did not keep food stocked up at home. It was just that she did not think that it was necessary. She would eat her meals in the hospital when she was on duty, and if she was hungry at night, she could just make instant noodles. Of course, she could not let him eat the instant noodles in her stock.
Song Anchen saw that she did not answer and frowned, walking towards the kitchen. Yisheng made way for him and let him walk into the kitchen. Anyway, there was nothing in the kitchen, so even if he looked at it, there was nothing for him to look at.
But she forgot that he was Song Anchen, the prince that had been recognized as a unique presence in their high school. He took a look at what was left in the fridge and quickly took out a bottle of coke, shallots, and the frozen chicken wings. He first went to boil a pot of water and cooked the rice. After that, he wore an apron and found some ginger in the kitchen, skillfully chopping it into slices. Then, he cut the scallion and washed the chicken wings, using a knife to cut two holes in the chicken wings. After he was done preparing everything, he started to light the stove, pour in the oil, adding white sugar, then sliding the chicken wings along the edge of the pan into the boiling oil. After he fried it a little till the chicken skins were slightly yellow, he poured in some coke, soy sauce, scallion, ginger slices and brought it to a boil, lowering the heat and allowing it to simmer till the sauce was almost gone. That was his completed dish.
Yisheng looked at him busying himself, a little dazed. There was a homely warmth surrounding Song Anchen who was wearing an apron. That handsome side profile’s serious and attentive face caused him to have a touch of closeness. Yisheng did not know why, but when she looked at him, her nose scrunched up. This sort of man…
Song Anchen then took out a tomato and a few eggs from the fridge, making a large bowl of tomato and egg soup. When he finished making all the dishes that he could make, Song Anchen brought out the dishes and told Yisheng, “You can go and scoop out the rice.”
“Oh,” Yisheng hurriedly went to scoop out two bowls of rice and carried it to the table, handing him a bowl. The two of them then begun to eat in silence. Yisheng would occasionally look up to sneak a glance at Song Anchen, who was eating with a calm expression. After she took a glance, she would immediately shrink into herself and continue eating her food.
Yisheng swore that she was actually someone who liked eating vegetarian food, but this meal, she ate three-quarters of the chicken wings. In total, there were just four chicken wings. When she saw the chicken bones that she had spit out into her plate, she felt very ashamed.
Song Anchen wiped his mouth, seeing her embarrassed expression, he knew what she was thinking and said mildly, “Thank you for showing such support for me.”
Yisheng’s mouth trembled. She wanted to cry without tears. She was too greedy. Song Anchen stood up and started to collect the chopsticks and bowls. Yisheng suddenly had a thought and hurriedly stopped him, “Let me do it, let me do it. You can watch some TV on the sofa.”
It seemed that Song Anchen had not expected Yisheng to say that. He was stunned for a moment, before he said with a brilliant smile, “Alright.”
What was there to be so happy about? Yisheng did not really understand. However, when she saw the clock on the wall, she freaked out. It was already half past six in the morning. She had forgotten that her night shift was until five in the morning.
When she saw Song Anchen sitting on the sofa and switching on the television to watch it, Yisheng narrowed her eyes, wasn’t he sleepy? Just when she had that thought, she yawned. She shook her head to stop herself from feeling sleepy, she needed to wake up.
But she kept feeling sleepy while she was washing the dishes and, in the end, she could not even open her eyes. She slapped herself on her face and woke up slightly. She yawned heavily and poured Song Anchen a cup of water. When she sent it to the living room, she was a little stunned.
He had fallen asleep and his head was slightly turned to the side, his chin slightly lowered, as if he was exhausted. Yisheng put down the cup lightly, and sat next to him, looking at him. She could not help but raise her hand to touch this man. His long and dark eyelashes quivered slightly, the nose that she had once said was the most perfect nose was slightly breathing, and that sexy and soft lips. Before her hand touched those lips, a hand grabbed her restless hand.