Without disturbing Yuan Xi and Chen Yang, Fu Yunzhou took a discreet glance before quietly driving away.

Yuan Xi, dressed in a teddy bear costume, sneezed and endured Chen Yang’s incessant chatter. For a moment, he wondered if he should agree to Fu Yunzhou’s suggestion and take up the job he proposed.

As darkness fell, Chen Yang showed no signs of leaving. Yuan Xi couldn’t help but ask, “Brother, it’s been all afternoon. Aren’t you thirsty?”

Chen Yang touched his throat and then took off his backpack. Opening it, he revealed seven or eight bottles of water inside.

“It’s fine, I brought water for myself. Are you thirsty? I can give you a bottle if you’d like.”

Speaking, Chen Yang took a bottle of mineral water from his backpack and offered it to Yuan Xi.

Yuan Xi awkwardly waved his hand and declined, saying, “No, thank you.”

Under the Baby Bear costume, Yuan Xi rolled his eyes and started seriously considering Fu Yunzhou’s job offer when he returned.

Later, after it grew dark, Chen Yang finally left. He stopped pestering Yuan Xi and let him finish his work in peace.

Upon returning to the Fu household, Yuan Xi felt utterly drained. Even in the absence of Chen Yang, he sensed a nagging presence in his mind. His tired expression and listless demeanor were evident even during meals.

Fu Yunzhou suggested that Yuan Xi’s congee cooking skills were excellent, so after eating his fill, Yuan Xi began preparing congee to soothe his stomach, as per the information he had gathered.

Among all the congee options, he opted for the simplest: millet congee and plain white rice porridge. However, lacking expertise in preparing stomach-nourishing congee, he relied on Du ke to guide him through the process.

When Fu Yunzhou entered the house, he caught a whiff of a sweet aroma.

Many stomach-soothing porridges include red dates, and since Fu Yunzhou looked a bit pale, Yuan Xi specifically chose one with red dates. Red dates help replenish blood, while millet porridge is gentle on the stomach. The combination would be good for Fu Yunzhou’s health.

Upon seeing Fu Yunzhou, Yuan Xi placed the congee in front of him, which prominently featured red dates. Fu Yunzhou couldn’t help but remain silent.

Actually… he disliked sweet foods the most. Could he still decline politely now?

“I don’t really like it…”

“I can only make plain white rice porridge and millet porridge. I don’t have much experience with stomach-nourishing congee, so I looked up the method specially for this occasion. This is my first attempt. Yunzhou, please try it.”

Yuan Xi didn’t hear what Fu Yunzhou was going to say. When the other side spoke, Yuan Xi excitedly put Congee in his mouth and said expectantly.

After a series of events the previous night, Yuan Xi suddenly realized that it seemed like Fu Yunzhou had just spoken to him?

So Yuan Xi cautiously asked, “Sorry, what did you just say?”

Fu Yunzhou glanced at the bowl in his hand, then back at Yuan Xi, and quietly lowered his head to sip the congee. “Oh, nothing. I just said I was looking forward to trying it.”

Yuan Xi touched his nose, glanced at Fu Yunzhou, and said in confusion, “Did I hear you incorrectly just now? I thought I heard someone saying something I wouldn’t like…”

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The author has something to say: Chen Yang: Good boy, please sign a contract with me

Yuan Xi: I choose to refuse!

Male God: I really like it!

Yuan Xi’s puzzled face: But I clearly heard

Male god: No, you didn’t hear it right