ITOTIABSAM | Landlord Tenant | 36
He has various mutual friends on WeChat. After the explosion of comments in the comment section of his moment, Gu Cong learned that when he searched the web for "hand-held foods," the first result that popped up was baby food.
Letting you down.
While responding, Gu Cong thought he didn't have a child, but there was a cat.
Nevertheless, this undoubtedly opened up a new train of thought for Gu Cong. Human infants are the most fragile, and if babies can eat certain things, Xie Ye should be able to as well.
Bread, muffins, fruits, small meatballs, steamed vegetables... With a shopping list jotted down on a convenient sticky note, Gu Cong made a quick trip to the supermarket after finishing his morning run.
Upon returning home, the apartment was as quiet as usual. The curtains in the living room were drawn, and mirrors of various sizes reflected eerie patterns. At first glance, it looked like a haunted house.
However, Gu Cong had gradually gotten used to this bizarre decorating style. He gently placed the bags full of groceries on the floor, changed into slippers, and tiptoed to the door of the master bedroom, listening carefully.
——Can't hear anything.
He's probably sleeping. But could merely three strawberries last until now?
Previously, he didn't know about Xie Ye's anorexia, thinking that in his irregular lifestyle that he would at least feed himself when hungry, somewhere Gu Cong couldn't see.
Now, upon realizing it, it was quite fortunate that Xie Ye hadn't fainted from hunger or dizziness.
Staring blankly at the floor for a while, Gu Cong finally realized how impulsive his actions were due to his overheated brain. If Xie Ye were to come out of the room now, he was sure to be seen as a pervert with a peeping fetish.
Fortunately, this melodramatic fantasy didn't become a reality. Deciding to wake Xie Ye up at the latest by lunchtime, Gu Cong turned and entered the bathroom, preparing to start a thorough cleaning.
After moving in and enjoying so many delicious dinners, it was only fair to do some more household chores.
He opened the curtains. Even though someone might get upset when they wake up, the house can't be completely devoid of sunlight.
The cold water bottles in the fridge are confiscated. Gu Cong didn't want to be startled by someone passing out again in the middle of the night.
...
A body with insufficient energy needs to reduce consumption through prolonged sleep. When Xie Ye pushed open the door, Gu Cong was busy cleaning the largest mirror in the living room.
The golden sunlight streamed in through the clean and bright window, making Xie Ye squint uncomfortably. Gu Cong immediately dropped the cloth and approached him.
Seeing that the young man's eyes weren't red and there were no tears, Gu Cong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Endure it a bit. You're still young, don't you want to avoid osteoporosis?"
The young man, still in a low mood of waking up, ignored him and went straight to the kitchen without lifting his eyes. He opened the fridge:
Bananas, Chinese cabbage, chocolate... neatly organized, but not a single bottle of water.
On the windowsill where the plates were left yesterday, more than a dozen bottles of mineral water disappeared from the refrigerated compartment, basking in the sunlight in a neat row. Gu Cong touched them, feeling the warmth.
Without waiting for Xie Ye to express his opinion, Gu Cong had already brought a cup of freshly boiled warm water over. "Here."
Taking advantage of the situation.
Although he wanted to say this, when faced with the overly cheerful smile of a certain person, Xie Ye reached out and took the cup, moistening his lips slowly.
"Only drinking this much?" Gu Cong looked at the glass that showed almost no change and recalled the force-feeding from last night. Subconsciously, he suggested, "How about pouring the water into my hand..."
A sharp gaze shot over.
"Before pouring you water, I washed my hands. They're clean," Gu Cong said defiantly, shaking his left hand. He was about to continue persuading when he suddenly noticed the youth's lips, now even more vibrant after getting moist. It felt like his throat had been gripped, and he fell silent.
But the other person raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why did you stop talking?"
Gu Cong: He just remembered another common way of feeding water used in movies and TV shows.
"Anyway, have you been to the hospital?" Gu Cong abruptly changed the topic, avoiding eye contact and looking out the window as if an extraterrestrial being with long wings had just passed by. "I read online that treating anorexia may require medication, but you seem to never leave the house."
Prescription drugs might not be available as with casual food delivery.
"I've been taking medication, but it's not effective," Xie Ye replied succinctly, knowing that if he didn't answer, Gu Cong would ask again. "Close the curtains. I'm going to sleep."
Gu Cong: "It's noon already. You need to have lunch first."
With slender arms and legs, Xie Ye's frail body made it impossible to push Gu Cong with his tall stature away or go around. Ignoring the death rays shot from the youth's dark and deep phoenix eyes, Gu Cong carefully controlled his strength and gently pressed the person into the chair by the dining table.
"I bought ready-made pancakes, bread, and onigiri. I just warmed them up in the microwave," Gu Cong assured, releasing his grip once he was sure the other person wasn't attempting to escape. "Wait here."
1101: "I think he's going to mess it up."
After all, the cooking skills of both versions of Gu Cong from these two worlds were not that great.
As expected, the database's estimation was accurate. Gu Cong, who simply put the bread into the microwave, successfully obtained two pieces that were hard and dry, and only the onigiri was barely acceptable.
"No other choice," Gu Cong shrugged. There was no sign of disappointment on his face as he pulled out a chair and sat next to Xie Ye. "I checked the ingredient list; this onigiri has radish, sesame, seaweed bits, a little oil, and diced beef. If there's anything you can't eat, just spit it out."
After carefully cleaning his right hand with the newly bought alcohol wipes, he picked up the onigiri. "Ah."
His tone was gentle, his movements were tender, as if he were coaxing a child.
Perhaps it can be said that he was coaxing a cat.
To be honest, after syncing with the new body, Xie Ye almost completely lost the normal human appetite. However, Gu Cong's earnest efforts made him feel appreciative. Even if he wasn't hungry, he was willing to open his mouth and cooperate with the other.
The rice wrapped in seaweed was very glutinous, warm but not scalding. The diced beef and radish were distinct in each bite, and as he bit into it, his sluggish taste buds tasted a hint of saltiness.
Gu Cong, who kept a close eye on Xie Ye's expression, also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, fortunately, this kind of food with filling didn't go wrong.
It seemed that as long as something was generally considered a whole, it would work?
Or perhaps this was actually an unconscious psychological suggestion from Xie Ye himself?
Carelessly picking up the dry bread with his free hand, Gu Cong chewed on it with a crisp sound, as if he were gnawing on an oversized slice of steamed bun.
Just listening to it made Xie Ye's stomach ache.
“Next time, when reheating, place a plate with water on the bottom, or just keep the packaging,” raising his eyes, Xie Ye asked, “Is this what you'll have for lunch?”
Gu Cong nodded, “To avoid wasting food, I can't feed you these stones.” As if he had bitten into something, he turned the bread around with a smile, “Look, there's filling.”
Although the rice ball in front of him had a better appearance and was more delicate, it seemed that Gu Cong had a natural infectious charm. No matter what he ate, it always seemed extremely fragrant.
Tilting his head slightly and avoiding the rice ball with a missing corner, Xie Ye lowered his head and calmly took a bite of the bread with filling.
The sweet and greasy taste of plant-based cream blossomed on his tongue. He slowly licked away the white cream at the corner of his lips and commented, “Average.”
Sharing the same food without utensils is overly intimate. Unfortunately, there was no hint of ambiguity in the young man's expression. Feeling hot in his palms, Gu Cong blushed instantly.
... So beautiful.
But it's not some harmless beauty. The youth's appearance and temperament have nothing to do with innocence. Even without any ambiguity, it still makes people feel enchanted.
He's probably losing his mind.
Gu Cong thought, otherwise, why would he want to use "beautiful" to describe a man?
The warm bread in his hand seemed to turn into a hot potato. He tried to ignore the small tooth marks on it and quickly finished it in three or two bites.
Then he choked and had to gulp down several mouthfuls of water.
Just as he was about to take another bite of the rice ball, it was moved away. The black-haired youth, like a teased cat, raised his phoenix eyes and stared firmly at Gu Cong, saying, "That's my cup."
Gu Cong:...
"I'll wash it for you later," not realizing where he had provoked the other, he quietly pushed the water cup back to its original position and handed the rice ball to Xie Ye again, "Eat some more."
But Xie Ye didn't open his mouth.
With his fingertips feeling the coolness through the fabric, Xie Ye exerted force to pull him towards his side, securing him at the table, "Stay here."
"Stay still."
Who would be so domineering? Even if he had a favor to ask, he didn't know how to use soft words.
Complaining aside, even though he could easily break free from those slender and fair fingers, Gu Cong chose to relax all his strength, allowing the other to move around.
After a lunch that left him only half full, with just a small portion of rice ball and a bite of bread, everything else went into Gu Cong's stomach. Despite this, he was only half satisfied, and he had a bowl of noodles afterward to consider himself done.
After such a fuss, Xie Ye also lost his sleepiness. He took a shower, closed the curtains, and sat on the sofa in the living room playing with his phone.
Compared to the video where the protagonist Guan Cheng was pursued, the playback of "Furong Meat" had noticeably declined, but it still made it to the popular section on the platform.
Comments in the comment section rarely mention other people anymore. People's focus, aside from the food, oddly shifted to the details discovered by a few "Furong Meat":
【We still don't know which part the UP edited out in this episode.】
【From peeling shrimp to smashing shrimp, the roommate suddenly appeared, there must be missing some tiny details in between.】
【Always feel like the roommate said something else before asking how to do it.】
【The actions are a bit domineering.】
【Who cares, it's entertaining, that's enough.】
In the era where everything can be speculated, it's not surprising that Xie Ye's content took such a turn. After picking a few audience replies that detailed how he messed up, Xie Ye, combining the experience from his secondary account, gave some advice. As he was about to exit, a real-time latest comment suddenly appeared at the top:
【Did the UP forget? Why hasn't he responded yet?】
Xie Ye:?
1101: "They should be talking about Guan Cheng."
"Guan Chen? Wasn't he the one who almost dragged me back to the main plot for no reason and still dares to ask for a follow-back?"
Expressionless, the black-haired youth moved his fingers to enter the gaming section. He liked and bookmarked a series of videos from top to bottom, posted updates frequently, but none of Guan Chen’s videos.
Author's Note:
Xie Ye: Holding a grudge .JPG;
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