17

If it was said that before the two sides had formally torn their faces apart, Ya Xiao still felt that Shan Yanxiu still had some human qualities and some redeeming qualities. However, after that day, the relationship between the two had completely dropped to the freezing point.

When she first woke up, she already realized that she had no possibility of escaping. However, she remembered what he said, he said that he couldn’t let her go, this sentence was quite interesting. What reason did he have for not being able to let her go? What reason did he ‘have’ to tie her up as a meat ticket? Only he knew the answer to that, and she would never ask him. Stroking the tiger’s whiskers once was enough, and she didn’t have a heart strong enough to withstand the consequences of angering him once more.

The nights became the hardest when he slept beside her, still holding her close to sleep as before. Though he made no mischievous movements, the horrible feeling of sleeping with a tiger was like an extremely blunt saw that was constantly sharpening her fragile nerves.

She could still survive the mental torture, but the physical torture was more direct and powerful.

Since the last time the monsoon to send burned flavor was scared down since then did not see up again, afraid of being scared of the liver and gall bladder, the soul flew to the nine heavens. And he also found out that she privately concealed from their own small action, did not bother much effort to find out her private stash of burnt flavor, it seems to smash him head to face burnt flavor really can only be a dream …….

The days of suffering have officially arrived, and the army of vegetables cooked in water is pressing in force, and the table is full of green. For a few weeks in a row, even an iron man can’t carry the dizziness brought on by nutritional imbalance, let alone her meatless meat control. Watching cooking programs on TV and drooling was ordinary, waking up in the middle of the night with the man’s arm in her mouth was creepy.

Yuck, two more licks and you’ll get diarrhea.

She angrily wiped her mouth and rushed to the bathroom to brush her teeth, brushing once felt insufficient, and then brushing the second and third times, straight to the gums out of blood before giving up. After brushing her teeth, she realized that he was leaning on the door so looking at her, the eyes how to say it, there is dissatisfaction and impatience, there is also a hint of helplessness. It was refreshing to see helplessness in the eyes of someone like him, but she preferred to think that she was mistaken.

She always felt like he was waiting, waiting for her to ask for him. It was a ridiculous feeling, even absurd. And regardless of whether or not he had that mindset, personally speaking, after all the pain he had given her earlier, it was absolutely impossible to make her bow down to him and beg him for something now.

This is a willpower tug-of-war, men and women are not willing to give in first, so it is really hard to say which one will win or lose.

The weather gradually turned cold, through the balcony floor-to-ceiling glass windows looking at the pedestrian clothing downstairs, looking at the street piles of yellow leaves, can feel the coolness of late fall.

Ya Xiao pulled the clothes on her body tighter and could not help but sigh. In this room where the temperature was always regulated to be comfortable, seasons no longer existed. Tiredness and fulfillment were written all over her face as she watched the busyness of others, either running around for work, studying, or just making a living. Not so long ago she was one of them, and now she was living a life of leisure, but it was too high a price to pay.

When one is too idle, one always wants to do something to fill up the time, like filling up a cloth bag with cotton, handful after handful, after filling it up fluffily, one will be more or less satisfied. So three meals a day has become the most time-consuming thing, the simplest raw materials, the simplest cooking techniques, she is trying to drag the time to slowly prepare, or change the pattern can be vigorously tossed. For example, today she is planning to make dumplings, of course, can only be vegetarian dumplings. Since it’s a vegetarian diet, it doesn’t prevent her from making a few more fillings to spice things up a bit. The cabbage filling is definitely necessary, you can add a little chopped ginger. Crisp and smooth zucchini stuffing is very fresh, usually to add some small shrimp, right now there is no small shrimp, cut some shredded red pepper to make up. Corn kernels are cooked and mixed with grated carrots, also quite fresh. She seasoned the filling, took out the dough, divided it into portions, and wrapped up the dumplings unhurriedly.

Her mood was most peaceful when she was making something to eat. And regardless of whether this thing is her favorite, food is always fair to people, she has no reason to neglect them, not to mention that they are also considered to fill her stomach.

White fat dumplings according to the different fillings, divided into three squares neatly stood on the plastic wrap-covered flow of the table, quite a momentum. She contentedly patted the flour on her hand and pointed her finger, “Be good and wait in line for the pot haha.”

Turning to prepare the boiling water, she suddenly realized that he was standing behind her, frowning at the three squares of dumplings in her house. I don’t know how long he had been standing here, she patted her heart and shooed him in a most unfavorable manner, “Meal time isn’t here yet, I’ll call you when it’s done.” Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, she became more impatient, “If you’re hungry, I’ll get some bread for you first.” Speaking of that bread, she was also angry. The man even ate traditional whole wheat bread, the kind that was so hard that he had to bake it in a pan before eating it. But even after it was baked that way, it wouldn’t taste delicious, it was still dry.

“No need.” He cupped the thing in his hand in front of her eyes, “This is yours?”

She glanced at what he was pinching in his hand and frowned. Earlier, when she was bored, she had cut up a somewhat stained dress that she had brought from home, cut out the pattern, and rummaged through the needle and thread to sew and embellish it, so she had made a few little puppets after an afternoon’s tinkering. Long arms, long legs, long body, but the head is round, how to see how ugly. She played for a while and then tied it to the back of the curtains as a window hanging, and I do not know how today was he turned to. She nodded and admitted, somewhat reluctantly, “It’s mine.”

“You made it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s ugly.”

“Even uglier and …… prettier than you.” “I made it myself, too.”

“But it’s ugly any way you look at it.”

Look at this he just has no words, eighty percent intentionally want to find her quarrel. She held her breath and turned around to ignore him. In the pot poured into two bowls of water boiling, under the dumplings rolled up a trip, pour half a bowl of cold water, rolled up again, and then pour half a bowl. The tumbling dumpling soup held the fat dumplings up and down, and the white-hot steam clouded my eyes.

“Why did you have to pour the water twice?”

Why isn’t this guy leaving?

She didn’t look back, “There’s not enough water.”

“No, the water was added enough the second time.” He pointed his finger at the runners, “Why did you add it a third time?”

She resisted the urge to chop off his fingers with a kitchen knife, and pressed on to explain to him, “The reason for adding cold water is to make the dumpling skins tighten up and have a better texture.”

“Then you were lying to me just now.”

She twisted her head to see that Shan Yanxiu and the ugly little muppet he was pinching in his hand were glaring at her in unison.

Powerless ……

Being stared at by this man, even cooking a meal would be off the hook. She drooped her shoulders and served the cooked dumplings on the table without a word, taking the opportunity to change the subject, “Do you want vinegar or ketchup?”

“Vinegar.”

She poured the jiao sauce and pushed it over, then poured herself a bowl of dumpling soup and slowly slurped it up. The warm soup was comfortable in her stomach, and soon a thin layer of sweat broke out on her back. The so-called comfort was lying down, and the deliciousness was the dumplings. She bit into the dumplings, and in her heart, she only regretted that there was no way to add some lard into it, but if she could get a little bit of meat flavor, she would be able to eat at least three big plates.

“What’s the filling for this?” He asked, holding up half a dumpling.

She lifted her eyelids and glanced at it, thinking what a lot of questions this man had today, “Zucchini.”

“Lighter.”

Without a word, she handed over the bottle of vinegar, if he wasn’t bland, he could always add some himself. She had been in poor spirits lately, and her appetite was a bit sluggish. In the end, he ate most of the three large plates of dumplings. She threw several blank stares at him, “Don’t you think it’s bland, but why eat so much?

He didn’t leave immediately after eating, but sat at the table and continued to fiddle with those ugly little puppets, not knowing what he was thinking.

“Put it down first.” He snapped as she was about to clear the dishes, “Come here.”

She looked up at him and slowed her hand movements, “What is it?” Were you still hungry after eating so much? How much did it really take to gag him thi?

His voice trailed off, “Do you want to go home?”

She choked, not sure what she heard, “Go home?”

“Don’t you want to?”

She didn’t answer him right away, but paused cautiously for a full half-minute before she said, “Of course I do.”

He was silent for a moment, his hands still fiddling with the little ragdolls, winding and unwinding their long arms and legs together, “One year! I’ll let you go this time next year.”

She froze, it was the first time he had ever given her a definite time, and it was solemn. At first she was skeptical, but upon closer inspection he didn’t look like he was joking. Could it be that the man was having a fit of the vapors, or a sudden attack of conscience?

“A year? A whole year?” She asked carefully for confirmation.

“Yes.”

With some guts, she bit her lip and said, “In that case can we start counting from the day I moved in?” It wasn’t a good habit to count every penny, but she had to earn her keep, and there was a time difference of a couple months.

“Don’t give an inch.” He looked up, a hint of mockery swept across his dark, ink-like eyes, “Remember to take what you can get.”