Chapter 22 (2/2)
After Zhuang Yu heard the following unexpected remarks from Yan Mu, his expression became strange. ”You've done that much for this person, but you don't know why?”
There was silence from the other end of the line. Sighing helplessly, Zhuang Yu said, ”Congratulations Mu ge, your spring is here. What kind of beauty can make a person like Mu ge bow down? Bring that person over tonight…” Before Zhuang Yu could finish his sentence, he heard a beep coming from his phone. Did Yan Mu just hang up on him?!
”He's a 28 years old man yet still so shy,” Zhuang Yu threw his cell phone to his bodyguard. ”Even people like Mu ge have someone to pursue. Aren't I pitiful?”
”Sir, you broke up with Miss Yang two days ago,” the bodyguard said in a flat tone. He caught Zhuang Yu's phone. ”Miss Yang also said that she never wants to see you again.”
”As a bodyguard, you have excellent skills and brains; but for an employer, you can be quite annoying.” Zhuang Yu frowned at his bodyguard.
The bodyguard was silent for a long time, but finally, he stood up to the pressure and said, ”If a bodyguard doesn't have a brain, he isn't suitable for this line of work. Nowadays, work isn't easy.” A few days ago, he heard a brother, who had worked for Master Yan San, said that because he rushed to the door on impulse, he was beaten and thrown to the wall in one blow by a gentle-looking young man. The brother had then change his job, now selling kebabs at the night market.
Zhuang Yu glanced at his bodyguard. Movies with powerful bodyguards dressed in black were f.u.c.king deceptive because, in reality, none of the bodyguards he hired were reliable.
When Lu Chengyu woke up, he could tell that it was already evening from the turned on lights in his room. He smelled the aroma drifting from outside the door and swallowed his saliva. After changing out of his alcohol-stained clothes, Chengyu went to the living room and saw Yan Mu sitting on the sofa watching a movie. Even though he was sitting on an ordinary sofa, the man's back was as straight as a ruler, and he exuded an indescribable aura from head to toe.
Chengyu touched his chin. Don't tell me, is this the legendary exquisite threatening aura?
”Awake?” Seeing Chengyu walk out of his room, Yan Mu wanted to give the younger man a smile. The corner of his lips, however, only quirked up by a little. Suddenly, he stood up and paced quickly into the kitchen, bringing out the mung bean porridge [1] and pork foot soup [2] he had already cooked that morning.
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[2]
Lu Chengyu looked doubtfully at the kitchen door. Was it just him or was the boss walking with both his hands and feet swinging in the same direction? Is my mind not sober yet because I just woke up? [T/N: walking with same hand and feet: Yan Mu swing his left hand and leg at the same time, like the kind of nervous type of walking]
Just when Chengyu was about to head into the kitchen to help, Yan Mu came out with the dishes in his hands. The soup in the insulated bowl was steaming with white smoke. Looking at Yan Mu's expressionless face as the man held two bowls of porridge, Lu Chengyu's lips curled up to a smile. He went to the dining table and said, ”What did you stew, boss?”
After handing Lu Chengyu a spoon and a pair of chopsticks, Yan Mu went back to the kitchen and returned with a plate of pickles and two empty bowls. He placed them on the table. ”You have drunk wine before, so eating these will be good for your stomach.” He looked at Lu Chengyu but quickly averted his eyes. Holding the soup ladle, Yan Mu added, ”I saw fresh pork feet at the supermarket this afternoon, so I bought some.”
A bowl filled with soup was given to Lu Chengyu. He picked up a spoon and scooped some, blowing on it twice before stuffing it into his mouth. Although the soup was hot, it was tasty. Lu Chengyu nodded eagerly. ”It's delicious. I heard from my friends that when a person whose ten fingers do not touch the sun and spring water [3] go abroad, they will come back with cooking skills. Is that true?”
[3] ten fingers do not touch the sun and spring water: spoiled, a pampered person who does not have to work hard for housework.
”It's not that exaggerated.” The corner of Yan Mu's lips slightly bend up as he watched Lu Chengyu blow on the soup and stuff it in his mouth. ”But it's true that many people go abroad to learn simple □□'s cooking by themselves.”
Lu Chengyu nodded. ”Being away from home is the best exercise to temper one's self, ah,” he sighed ruefully.
When Yan Mu recalled that Lu Chengyu lived in this empty **** house by himself, he squeezed his chopsticks tightly and changed the topic to work.
Looking at Lu Chengyu seriously discussing his work while drinking soup, Yan Mu thought that, in fact, talking while eating was not an unacceptable behavior.
After dinner, Yan Mu accompanied Lu Chengyu and sat together with him for a while. When he made sure that Chengyu didn't have any discomfort from his excessive drinking last night, Yan Mu stood up and said his farewells.
Lu Chengyu tried to persuade Yan Mu to stay, but when the latter refused, he escorted the older man to the elevator. He didn't leave as the elevator doors closed and, instead, watched as the numbers on the elevator's panel descended to the ground level. Only then did he return to his apartment.
Opening the refrigerator, Chengyu saw the fresh fruits and vegetables neatly arranged inside and couldn't help laughing. Meeting such a good boss–he would be embarra.s.sed to face this pile of fresh fruits and vegetables if he didn't do a good job to job Yan Mu.
Lu Chengyu then took a snow pear from the refrigerator, washed and gnawed it.
More than a week later, Lu Chengyu received a call from Director Zhang. They had finished filming《Soaring Birds》and were now beginning on the last stage: get approval from above and finish everything within a month.
Lu Chengyu hung up the phone and looked at the calendar on his desk. No wonder there were always mooncake advertis.e.m.e.nts on TV recently. It turned out that the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon.
He drew a circle on a certain date of the calendar. On this happy day, families will celebrate the festival. Wouldn't it be a little more lively if Liang Company's housing problems were to be exposed early?
He liked excitement and lively surroundings the most. On behalf of the traditional □□ reunion's holiday, how could there be no gossip to liven things up?
Translator and Editor rambling section:
Naeda: Fl.u.s.tered Yan Mu is honestly my bias.
Shunraiki: I just want to know what brand of comforter/blanket Chengyu use. ** didn't help me to get any kind of hint at all…
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