Luck in the Spring Time Chapter 6

In the past, the Yun family’s home was small and shabby, so crowded that there was no place to stand. However, Alice Wen and her other best friend and high school roommate, Li Li, always loved to go to the Yun family to play with Yun Rao, just for the meal cooked by Yun Rao’s brother.

I was about to take a shower when my phone suddenly vibrated with a new message.

Noah Yun: [There is fried rice in the refrigerator]

A sentence without a beginning or an end.

Alice Wen automatically completed the second half of the sentence---If you are hungry, you can take it out and heat it up to eat.

Alice Wen had eaten something to fill her stomach at the company, but she was still a little hungry at this moment.

The words are very realistic and not exaggerated at all.

"When will senior come back?" She skipped the topic of fleeing, suppressed her emotions, calmly changed her shoes and went into the house.

Noah Yun said succinctly: "Afternoon."

He exited the hallway and walked into the bright light of the living room.

Alice Wen finally saw him clearly. He was wearing a white pullover on the upper body and loose cotton trousers on the lower body. He was dressed very casually, but it still looked good on his hanger-like body.

She took a shower first, put on clean and tidy home clothes, and walked out of the bedroom quietly.

I went to the kitchen, took out the fried rice from the refrigerator, and heated it in the microwave for a few minutes.

It would taste better if fried in a pan, but warm grapefruit and kitchen utensils together would be a disaster. Fortunately, she knew how to use a microwave.

Alice Wen sat down at the dining table with the hot fried rice and started to taste it in small sips.

I haven’t eaten Noah Yun’s cooking for a long time.

Comparing her current appearance, Alice Wen felt like her eyes were really stabbed.

Noah Yun didn't exchange pleasantries with Alice Wen. He walked straight back to the master bedroom and closed the door.

If the door lock hadn't warned him several times, he would never have come out of the room, and Alice Wen wouldn't have seen him when she returned home.

Two people do not disturb each other, live their own lives, and preferably do not even see each other. This is indeed the most suitable model for men and women to live together.

Alice Wen returned to the room, looking like an eggplant hit by frost, wilted. Alice Wen knocked on the door again: "Senior?"

Maybe he was busy and didn't hear the knock on the door.

Alice Wen took out his cell phone and just opened WeChat when he heard the creaking sound of a door opening at the end of the corridor.

That's the gym. Noah Yun opened the door, leaned against the door frame, and glanced at her: "What's up?"

He changed into a T-shirt and seemed to be doing aerobic exercise. He exuded a faint warmth, and the white material stuck to his chest, outlining the smooth lines of his muscles.

I heard that Noah Yun could cook since he was in primary school, when he was even taller than the stove. He has always been responsible for cooking at home and he even raised his sister.

The Yun family opened a restaurant, and both parents were skilled chefs. Noah Yun's cooking skills were naturally very good as well, and he was even better than his parents.

The fried rice in front of him, even though it was heated in the microwave, was still so delicious that Alice Wen was speechless.

Absolutely.

Alice Wen originally only wanted to eat half a plate, but before he knew it, he finished it all.

Alice Wen walked over with her eyes downcast and handed him the fruit salad.

Noah Yun raised his eyebrows: "Not bad, you have grown up and know how to respect your brother."

She was already twenty-six, almost twenty-seven, but what he said made her sound like a little girl who had just come of age.

Noah Yun reached out to take the bowl that Alice Wen handed over. As soon as his fingers touched the edge of the bowl, he suddenly asked, "What's going on? The bowl is hot?"

Alice Wen was stunned and explained, "I took the bowl from the sterilizer. It must have just been sterilized."

After digesting the food for a while, Alice Wen suddenly had an idea and decided to make some fruit salad.

This is the only dish she is good at, if it can be considered a dish.

After finishing, she divided it into two portions. Alice Wen picked up the slightly larger portion, walked to the door of the master bedroom, and knocked on the door gently: "Senior? Do you want fruit salad?"

For a long time, there was no movement in the room.

Did he fall asleep? But it was only a little after nine o'clock. The two of them came to the kitchen one after the other.

Alice Wen nodded: "That's right. Because I would be unhappy."

Noah Yun paused, as if he didn't expect her to answer like this.

His expression remained unchanged, as if to say, that's your business, why should I care whether you are happy or not?

He has always been like this, self-centered, with no time or energy to care about other people's emotions.

What's more, she was not an important person to him.

"The fruit is cold, and you put it in a hot bowl. How can it taste good?" The man glanced at the contents of the bowl and pursed his lips. "It's also cut in a mess, and none of the pieces have a shape."

There was a fork and spoon in the bowl. Noah Yun picked up a piece of fruit, took a bite, and continued to criticize: "Why use such sweet yogurt? You call this a salad?"

Alice Wen stood there and listened to his criticism. She remained calm on the surface, but her hands hanging by her sides couldn't help but clench the corners of her clothes.

She was not liked by her boss at the company today and was in a bad mood.

I got caught in the rain on my way home, and he happened to see me looking so ugly.

The two of them confronted each other silently, and the atmosphere became increasingly subtle.

Alice Wen's courage was almost exhausted.

At this moment, Noah Yun suddenly walked around Alice Wen and took a few steps forward to the exit of the living area. He paused briefly and turned back to call her, "Come here."

The voice is emotionless.

Alice Wen struggled for a while, but finally raised her foot and followed.

After finally calming down a bit, she made something for him to eat. She didn't expect him to praise her, but there was no need to blame him like that, right?

Alice Wen knew that Noah Yun had always been this kind of person, arrogant, impatient, and without scruples in what he said and did.

But she just didn't want to be angry today. Even if what he said was right and made sense, she didn't want to listen.

"Senior." Alice Wen thought for a while, trying to make his voice sound calm, "If you don't want to eat, you don't have to eat. There's no need to say all this."

Noah Yun stood up straighter and looked down at her: "You don't allow people to teach you when you don't do it well?" Alice Wen said politely: "I'm eating, what will you eat, senior? You should enjoy it yourself."

"You're still stubborn." Noah Yun raised the corners of his lips, as if he was angry and laughed, "You can't tell good from bad, right?"

Alice Wen: "Even if what I make is garbage, I will only eat what I make."

It was not until this time that Noah Yun finally realized that Alice Wen was in a bad mood today.

He didn't say what she did was rubbish.

Noah Yun took out some fruits from the refrigerator, washed and peeled them one by one, then took out a knife and a chopping board and started cutting them skillfully.

Words alone were not enough, he had to teach her personally.

Soon, a perfect fruit salad was ready.

Noah Yun didn't stop working and made breakfast for tomorrow. Avocado, mushroom slices, smoked beef, and mixed vegetables were coated with homemade sauce, sandwiched between two bagels, wrapped in plastic wrap, and placed in the refrigerator. They could be heated up and eaten tomorrow morning.

Among them, of course, there is warm pomelo.

Well, thinking back, those critical remarks he just made were indeed not very pleasant to hear.

The air seemed to stagnate for a moment.

Noah Yun was not good at comforting people. He was silent for a while. He picked up the beautiful fruit salad with his left hand, put down the fork, and brought it to Alice Wen. The corners of his lips curved slightly: "Youzi, your brother is a person who has always let his sister eat.

One bagel that big was enough for her to eat for two meals.

Alice Wen stood one meter behind Noah Yun, like a silent pendant.

It was not until the other party finished everything and turned around to let her taste the fruit salad he made that Alice Wen regained her voice and said softly: "I don't want it. I can't even finish mine."

Noah Yun naturally saw that there was a bowl of fruit salad she made in the kitchen. Together with the bowl for him and the one he made, there were three bowls in total on the sink, which was a disaster.

Noah Yun was calm and composed: "Don't eat what you made, eat this instead."

The light-tasting low-fat yogurt is sprinkled with almond crumbs and salted almond crumbs and mixed with fruits. The taste is rich and refreshing, making you want to eat it one bite after another and you can't stop at all.

The atmosphere between the two of them was finally less tense.

It was like going back to high school. At that time, Noah Yun and his friends always loved to play tricks on Alice Wen and the others. If the sisters were really angry, they would give in faster than a rocket to the sky.

Noah Yun is the toughest one among them.

Even if he had to admit defeat, he would do it in a roundabout way.

He has a bad temper and no one can expect to leave him happy.

Sister, eat well. "

The bowl seemed to be very hot. Alice Wen couldn't stand it after touching it. She stuffed it back to him quickly, still addressing him respectfully: "Brother, you work so hard every day, you should eat something good to replenish your body."

After that, she leaned forward to take the portion she made. Noah Yun stretched out his hand to stop her and asked, "What are you doing? Why are you so close to me all of a sudden?"

Alice Wen was completely confused: "I'll take my 'trash' with me."

"What garbage?" Noah Yun seemed to not understand what she said. He leaned his back against the edge of the kitchen counter, his tall and straight figure blocking Alice Wen and the kitchen counter.

Today, Alice Wen was very spineless and just let it go.

She admitted that her craft was indeed rubbish.

If he loves eating junk food so much and would go crazy if he doesn't eat it, then she should have mercy on him and give it all to him.

Finally, Alice Wen returned to the room with the bowl of fruit salad made by Noah Yun.

His knife skills are very beautiful, and every piece of fruit is neat, crystal clear and plump.

Alice Wen stared at him with wide eyes. The man leaned slightly to the side, picked up the bowl of fruit salad Alice Wen made with one hand, and turned it upside down on the other bowl, combining the two into one large portion.

"You call this garbage?" Noah Yun picked up a piece with a fork and put it into his mouth. He chewed it and ate a few more bites. He said openly, "What a coincidence. I like to eat garbage."

After a pause, he lowered his black eyes and threatened Alice Wen in a low voice: "I advise you not to compete with me. If I don't eat garbage for a day, I will go crazy."