Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

197. These Are the Noodles I Made?

Translator: Bryan

Wei Qing felt something scalding swelling in his chest, his abdomen tense.

“Hubby, hubby.” Beaming, Yan Chuyang leaned closer to Wei Qing, put his arms around him again, stood on tiptoe and murmured beside Wei Qing’s ear, “Hubby, hubby…”

Wei Qing choked momentarily, quickly pushed Yan Chuyang away and said with a poker face, “That’s enough.”

If Yan Chuyang called him that one more time, Wei Qing would probably have to take another cold shower to cool himself down.

“Okay,” Yan Chuyang said with a nod, and then he held out his hand and added, “Just now I called you hubby eleven times in total. You may give me a hundred thousand yuan. The last one was for free.”

Wei Qing swatted Yan Chuyang’s hand off and snorted, “Do you really need the money so badly? I’ll have my assistant transfer it to your account after breakfast.”

Yan Chuyang bobbed his head heavily. “Thank you.”

Wei Qing turned to remove the lid from the wok and glanced at the food. Sprinkling some seasoning onto the dish, he snorted, “I was wondering why you came here so early in the morning to kiss me and hug me. You’ve never done such things so voluntarily before. It turns out you want money from me.”

“Do you really have to make me sound so mercenary?” Leaning against the door frame, Yan Chuyang looked at Wei Qing’s dashing profile and said softly, “I’ve been keeping a count of the money you gave me. I’ll repay you.”

“That won’t be necessary.” Wei Qing turned off the gas and scooped the food from the wok onto a plate. “The over-two-million-yuan prize money you won during the comic contest is still in my hands. What I gave you was your own money.”

“No.” Yan Chuyang shook his head. “I’ve already given you that money. That’s yours.”

Wei Qing frowned, “What do I want with your money? I’m just keeping it for you.”

“Hey.” Yan Chuyang got anxious. “I told you the money’s for you. That’s what I owed you. I needed to repay you.”

Wei Qing abruptly stiffened. After a long moment’s silence, he turned to gaze fixedly at Yan Chuyang and asked, “When did you ever owe me money?”

Yan Chuyang blinked and faltered, “Well… Don’t worry about it. All you need to know is I did owe you money.”

The mood in the kitchen instantly went cold.

Wei Qing pressed his lips into a line, his eyes glinting flintily.

Completely unaware of it, Yan Chuyang took the plate from Wei Qing’s hand and said, “I’ll take this to the dining room. You should wash your hands and then come out for breakfast.”

Wei Qing didn’t say anything.

Yan Chuyang turned to leave.

The kitchen was silent for a long time before Wei Qing tossed the spatula into the sink with a loud bang. The aluminium alloy handle of the spatula was out of shape due to his grip.

Breakfast was stir-fried shrimp with bok choy, backon omelet with corn, sparerib soup and potato, along with milk oatmeal.

Yan Chuyang took a sip of milk oatmeal, looked up at his wrist watch and called out to Wei Qing who was still in the kitchen, “Wei Qing, what’s keeping you so long? Breakfast is going cold.”

There was no response from Wei Qing. After a long moment’s silence, Wei Qing walked out impassively, a little marmite in his hands.

At the sight of him walking out, Yan Chuyang hurriedly pointed at the bowl and chopsticks on the table, “I brought these for you. There’s rice in your bowl, and I put some of the dish you cooked in there too.”

Wei Qing gave a non-committal “Um” in a deep voice, placed the marmite at the center of the table and sat down.

Yan Chuyang glanced at the marmite curiously. “We’ve got enough dishes. Why is there a marmite? You cooked something else?”

“Noodles.”

“Noodles?”

Yan Chuyang frowned, stood up, removed the lid of the marmite and, looking at the tantalizing golden marmite noodles inside, swallowed and said, “What made you think of eating noodle this morning?”

“I just felt like it.” Wei Qing reached out his arm, took his chopsticks and a little spoon, picked some noodles from the marmite, put them into his bowl and snorted, “There’s no rule saying I can’t eat noodles in the morning.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t.” Yan Chuyang wrinkled up his nose, sat down and sniffed, “Why do I feel you’re picking on me again?”

Wei Qing didn’t say anything. He just lowered his head to gracefully put noodles into his mouth with his chopsticks.

Yan Chuyang stared at him.

Wei Qing was good-looking, even when eating. When he was eating noodles, in particular, the way he moved his lips struck Yan Chuyang as very pleasant to the eyes.

Staring at him, Yan Chuyang suddenly felt that something was amiss. He frowned and, looking down at Wei Qing’s noodles, said, “No… Why does the noodles look so familiar?”

“What?”

Yan Chuyang took Wei Qing’s bowl and stirred the noodles for a moment with his chopsticks. Looking at the two bok choy leaves at the bottom of the bowl, having noticed the width of the noodles, he asked incredulously, “These are the same noodles I made last night, right?”

“Ha,” Wei Qing sneered. “Are you sure? Look at these noodles carefully and smell their scent. You seriously think you’re capable of making noodles like these?”

“But… I’m positive I made these!” Yan Chuyang demurred firmly. “Last night there was only one pack of handmade noodles in the fridge, and I cooked them all. Nanny Wang won’t put groceries into the fridge until noon. There is no noodle in the fridge. Surely you can’t conjure up noodles out of thin air?”

Wei Qing made no reply. Still keeping his head down, he continued to take small bites of noodle in a reserved manner.

Yan Chuyang gazed at him for a while, then leaned across the table and said shamelessly, “The noodles I cooked are yummy, right?”

Wei Qing snorted, “I re-cooked it. Are you sure this is how they tasted originally?”

Yan Chuyang sniffed, “Let me have a try and I’ll tell you the answer.”

Wei Qing lifted his dashing eyebrows, picked up two noodles with his chopsticks and sent them into Yan Chuyang’s mouth.

Yan Chuyang swallowed it.

Mmm…

The noodles did taste much better than they were last night.

Last night, he hadn’t cooked the noodles long enough, and they were a little underdone. After Wei Qing re-cooked them in a marmite, the noodles became smooth, tender and delicious.

More importantly, Wei Qing had put a lot of extra ingredients inside, including egg, small shrimp, bok choy and oyster sauce.

Well, in a word, the noodles were now very tasty.

“What do you think?”

“Mmm…” Yan Chuyang swallowed the noodles, looking a little awkward. After wiping the corners of his mouth on a tissue, he replied evasively, “They taste exactly the same as what I cooked last night. Nothing’s changed. Actually, I feel that some of the seasonings you used are needless. For example, the shrimp. You shouldn’t have put it into the noodles. It affected the…”