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After preparing the noodles, Ye Chen followed Lou Yu's request and scooped a generous spoonful of Meat Sauce into the bowl, adding a large chunk of pork fat as well.
Instantly, a rich aroma filled the air, making one salivate; the scent was intoxicating.
Lou Yu was utterly enchanted, and in no time, the large bowl of noodles was empty. Still unsatisfied, his eyes sparkling, he handed the bowl back and playfully said, "I want more."
Ye Chen sighed helplessly and got up again to fetch more noodles from the pot. What was there to argue about with someone like a pig?
Another large bowl of noodles was placed on the table, and Lou Yu eagerly dug in, devouring it like a whirlwind, finishing it off in no time.
As he was eating, Lou Yu seemed suddenly struck by inspiration; a light bulb went off in his head. He looked up, mouth full of noodles, and mumbled, "Ye Chen, I think I understand what you meant earlier. You’re saying I should climb into the steamer and steam myself until I'm cooked so I can eat my own meat, right?"
At that moment, Ye Chen was resting his chin on his hand, staring down at the table with one hand absentmindedly tracing patterns on its surface. Upon hearing Lou Yu's words, he didn’t even lift his eyelids and replied nonchalantly, "Looks like you're not that stupid after all."
Lou Yu's temper flared at this remark; with a loud "bang," he slammed his chopsticks down on the table, his face turning red with anger. He felt like jumping up right away to grab Ye Chen by the neck.
What kind of ridiculous idea is that? Asking me to climb into a steamer to eat myself! But Ye Chen remained calm, still propping his chin up with one hand while casually moving the other across the table. He met Lou Yu's gaze fearlessly, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
On the square table stood an oil lamp flickering softly, casting a warm yellow light that enveloped the room in a hazy glow. Everything appeared dim and indistinct.
In this gentle and blurry light, Ye Chen's features looked even more jade-like and warm. His deep black eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky—clear and bright, radiating a lively glow. The boy already had an air of laziness about him; combined with his unwavering gaze at Lou Yu, it left Lou Yu momentarily spellbound.
Lou Yu couldn't help but curse inwardly: Damn it! If this were Kun Ze when he grows up, wouldn’t he just mesmerize everyone? He’s simply an enchanting little demon.
Yet even knowing that Ye Chen was a Zhong Yong, Lou Yu's gaze couldn't help but linger on his exquisite features, slowly sweeping over his delicate figure. A word involuntarily surfaced in his mind: concubine.
Thinking of the young boys in the brothels of the capital, Lou Yu's face twisted slightly, as if feeling a hint of disdain. He then silently lowered his head and continued eating his noodles.
Ye Chen noticed that Lou Yu, who had just moments ago appeared fierce and ready to fight, now had flushed ears and was quietly focused on his noodles. This sudden change left Ye Chen bewildered.
So, Ye Chen tentatively called out to him, "Lou Yu?"
Lou Yu reacted like a thief caught in the act, not daring to respond. Instead, he kept slurping up his noodles as if they were his lifeline at that moment.
Ye Chen was now irritated. He slammed his hand on the table and shouted angrily, "Lou Yu, what on earth are you doing?"
Lou Yu let out a quiet sigh of relief. He had indeed overestimated the situation; Ye Chen hadn’t noticed anything unusual.
Lou Yu thought he was really overthinking it. How could Ye Chen be like Kun Ze? Besides, he didn’t have any Xin Xiang about him—only the scent of medicine. Gathering his courage, he asked, "I’m not doing anything. So… Ye Chen, are you still mad at me?"
So that was what he wanted to say.
Ye Chen smiled inwardly. The youth was as radiant as the blooming forsythia in spring, looking at Lou Yu with bright eyes filled with mirth, teasing him deliberately: "Yes, I’m still mad at you. What should we do about that?" As he spoke, Ye Chen covered the lower half of his face and chuckled.
When Lou Yu met Ye Chen's bright and clear gaze, he felt his heart race unexpectedly, almost leaping into his throat. He stammered in response, "Oh… then… you can just keep being angry?"
"Hmm? What kind of apology is this?" Ye Chen's good mood vanished in an instant, and his expression darkened. He turned away from Lou Yu, no longer wanting to look at him, and walked over to the stove, adding another handful of firewood.
The boy hunched over, sitting on a low stool, his slender frame so frail that it seemed a gust of wind could knock him over. Lou Yu watched Ye Chen's back and, almost unconsciously, reached out his hand behind him, gesturing toward his waist. That waist was just too thin.
Ye Chen noticed Lou Yu's shadow flickering in front of him and found it strange. He suddenly turned around to look at him, puzzled. "What are you doing?"
"I... I’m not doing anything!" Lou Yu stammered, feeling guilty. His eyes darted around, unable to meet Ye Chen's gaze, mumbling something incoherent. "I just think you don't look like a Zhong Yong; you seem more like a Kun Ze."
Ye Chen shot him a glare. Many people in the army said the same thing about him, and he had grown numb to it.
Whatever they wanted to say was fine, as long as they didn't provoke him.
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