I almost touched the moon

After they left, Wen Song was lying on the sofa watching TV, bored. When he went to the refrigerator to get mineral water out of habit because he was thirsty, he saw the water dispenser next to him. For some reason, he poured a cup of hot water.

After pouring the water, I lay back on the sofa. Suddenly, I felt like drinking milk tea again. I opened WeChat naturally, clicked on the top dialog box, and sent a message, [Can you help me buy a cup of milk tea from ebuy? Charcoal roasted oolong milk tea, standard ice, half sugar, and pearls. ]

After sending it, I transferred another 100 yuan out of habit.

The other party immediately returned her transfer, and sent a message along with it, "You can't drink iced drinks when you have a fever. I'll make you some tea when I come back."

Very natural words, even... he didn't say "I'll come to your house", but "wait for me to come back".

Wen Song smiled faintly and complained, "What kind of person is this? How can someone so young be like my grandmother?" Subconsciously, Cheng Che had already had a different meaning to her.

More than an hour later, Cheng Che returned to Wen Song's home. When he entered the house, she was lying on the sofa watching TV, her long hair casually draped over her body, very quiet and lazy. She was wearing a loose silk pajamas with white stripes, revealing a part of her wrist that was white and slender. The sunlight from the window shone on her body, and the blue-purple blood vessels on it could be seen.

Seeing Cheng Che coming back, she got off the sofa and walked to his side, smiling and said, "You're back. Thank you for your hard work."

When Cheng Che heard her words, he lowered his head and smiled calmly. Her words really made them look like a couple, he went out to buy groceries, and she waited for him at home. Because of the height difference, Wen Song saw his lowered head. She saw his secret joy, but she didn't say much, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

He took out another cup of milk tea and handed it to Wen Song, "Charcoal roasted oolong."

Wen Song happily took it, but his smile froze the moment he touched the milk tea, "Why is it hot?"

"It tastes good hot, too." Cheng Che said with a smile, "You really can't drink iced drinks when you have a fever."

Noticing that she was barefoot, Cheng Che took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of her. "Put on your shoes. You already have a fever, this won't make it any better."

"I don't like wearing shoes..." She said silently, but she still put on the slippers and said to Cheng Che, "I found that you really look like my grandmother."

Cheng Che smiled and said nothing. He just followed her into the house silently, took out the ingredients she had just bought, sorted them out, and put them in the refrigerator.

Wen Song noticed that he bought a lot of things, not only meat, but also milk, fruits, vegetables, and even some ingredients for soup and dried goods such as abalone and sea cucumber. She asked in surprise, "What are you doing?" and pointed to the pile of things on the island counter.

Cheng Che patiently introduced them to her one by one: "I saw that there was nothing in your refrigerator except for beverages, mineral water, wine, eggs and some ingredients for cooking hot pot, so I bought some of them. Poor immunity is caused by lack of vitamins, so I bought you fruits and vegetables. What do you want to eat? I'll peel them for you later. And if you are sick, you need to replenish your energy, so I will stew you a five-fingered peach and pork ribs soup later. As for those dry goods, don't you want to eat porridge-based hot pot? I couldn't buy fresh abalone, so I got some from my dad. When the time comes, I'll make you an abalone and chicken pot after soaking them."

"Ah..." Wen Song was so shocked that he was speechless and could only nod silently, "Okay...you decide." But he was still puzzled, how could a young man like Cheng Che be able to make soup and cook.

Cheng Che seemed to see through her thoughts and explained, "After I went to Zurich, I lived alone. I know the Chinese food sister in Zurich, so I must know how to cook."

Seeing Wen Song's unnaturally flushed cheeks, he naturally reached out his hand and covered her forehead with the back of his hand. His cool hand touched her slightly hot forehead, and he felt like he was being electrocuted...

Wen Song also felt hot all over, not only his face, but even his ears were red, but... he didn't dislike this feeling. He didn't spray perfume today, and he had just taken a shower, so he had a little scent of shower gel and sunshine on his body.

"It seems... it seems like I still have a slight fever." Cheng Che suddenly withdrew his hand, lowered his head and whispered, "Sister... um... I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize." Wen Song smiled, "It's okay."

"Hmm..." Cheng Che was still a little embarrassed, "Sister, can you take a rest? I'll go cook."

Wen Song nodded, but did not go back to the bedroom. Instead, he lay back on the sofa and watched him busy in the kitchen, with a smile on his face.

She leaned on the sofa and watched a drama for a while, then fell asleep because she felt dizzy. When she woke up, she was covered with a thin blanket. Cheng Che sat beside her, turned down the volume of the TV, and looked at her quietly.

"Awake?" he asked softly.

"Yeah." She rubbed her eyes and stretched, "I'm a little hungry."

"Then let's eat." Cheng Che said with a smile, "You want to eat porridge hot pot, right? I've made it. But this is my first time making it, so I don't know how it tastes."

"Your cooking skills must be good." Wen Song stood up from the sofa and sat down at the dining table with him.

They sat face to face at the dining table and ate their meal quietly. During the meal, Cheng Che kept picking up food for Wen Song and even peeled shrimps for her.

"Eat by yourself and don't bother me." Wen Song dissuaded.

"I'm not hungry, sister, eat more." He put the peeled shrimp in her bowl and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious." Wen Song nodded. When he looked up and saw his handsome face again, he couldn't help but say something more, "Your previous girlfriends must have been reluctant to part with you."

"Ah?" Cheng Che dropped the shrimp he was peeling when he heard this. "I... I've never been in a relationship."

"Is that so?" Wen Song suppressed his inner smile and nodded, "That's good, but why? You are so pretty, have a good personality, can cook, and come from a good family. There should be a lot of girls who like you."

"Hmm..." Cheng Che nodded honestly, "Yes, there are many, but I have never met one I like."

"Where's Sister Wen Song?" He asked, "Sister and I should be in similar situations, right?"

Wen Song put down his chopsticks and laughed at himself, "My personality is not suitable for intimate relationships, so I'd better not waste my time."

"Why?" Cheng Che asked, "I think my sister is very nice."

"That's because you're just my friend now." Wen Song looked at him seriously and said, "I'm a person who is very afraid of trouble. Dating is too troublesome."

"Oh..." Cheng Che felt a little disappointed after hearing this, but he did not show it. He was just worried in his heart whether she would also think that he was troublesome.

"It's probably because you haven't met someone you really like." Wen Song noticed his flash of disappointment and added deliberately, "If you really like her, you wouldn't have bothered me."

"Hmm..." After hearing her words, Cheng Che's uneasiness in his heart dissipated a little, but...will he be so lucky to become the person that Wen Song likes very much.

"I see that my sister's house has all the kitchen utensils and equipment." He changed the subject, "Does my sister cook?"

"No." Wen Song shook his head and said, "They were all bought by Xuanyan. She stayed at my house when she came to Munich."

"Ah..." Cheng Che nodded and asked, "Mr. Qiu from Hengya?"

"Yes." Wen Song did not continue to hide it from him, "She is my best friend, we grew up together."

"So that's how it is." Cheng Che nodded after hearing this and didn't ask any more questions.

After dinner, Wen Song still felt weak and went back to lie on the sofa. Cheng Che was responsible for cleaning the restaurant and putting the dishes into the dishwasher. Wen Song looked at this scene and felt a little uneasy. She was used to being alone. When she was sick before, she took medicine and waited for recovery alone, and she didn't think it was a big deal.

But this time, Cheng Che's meticulous care made her feel the so-called "dependence" for the first time, and she was afraid of this feeling.

"Cheng Che..." she called him.

He turned around and asked her with a smile: "What's wrong?"

She swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth and smiled faintly, "It's okay. Don't you have to work on your graduation project? If you are busy, go back first. I'm fine."

Cheng Che cleaned up the kitchen, washed his hands, walked over to her, and sat opposite her with a pitiful look in his eyes. "I have basically finished my graduation project and am just waiting for the defense, so I have nothing to do recently. Sister... don't you like me being here?"

"No." Wen Song didn't expect that he would deny it so quickly. "I just don't want to trouble you too much."

"I don't think it's a bother." Cheng Che showed a very bright smile, "I feel very happy."

"Thank you for your hard work." Wen Song no longer refused. When you are sick, it's okay to be irrational sometimes...