Chapter 132: 87. You bought the nightdress to wear it for me, right_3
To be honest, the dish really isn’t that great. Although it looks like Sichuan cuisine, once you taste it, it’s not quite the flavor of China—it’s hard to imagine the addition of cream to the red chili oil soup of Sichuan cuisine; whose idea was this new Sichuan invention?
Spicy Girl, being a true Sichuan native, found it even more painful to swallow. She couldn’t stomach it, yet she couldn’t bear to waste the money she’d spent, so she had to force it down.
Shi Nian, seeing this, felt quite sympathetic and suggested, "Next time, why don’t I buy some ingredients and we can cook something ourselves? I’ve seen old-style clay pots for pickled vegetables at the Chinese supermarket. We can buy a fish to stew, that would definitely taste better."
Authentic Sichuan food requires ingredients flown in directly from Sichuan; although it’s a hassle, what can you do when Chinese people can’t do without that taste? So now, Chinese supermarkets also sell air-flown ingredients.
Spicy Girl clapped her hands immediately: "I’ve been thinking about that for ages. If we can really buy an authentic old clay pot, I would be overjoyed."
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The two of them lingered over their meal for a while, and by the time they returned to the dorm, everyone had finished dinner and were sitting in the lounge with Tang Yanqing.
Apparently, he arrived earlier.
Shi Nian felt quite embarrassed, quickly apologized, and then they went into Tang Yanqing’s room to help him make the bed.
Of course, they used the set Spicy Girl had chosen. It really looked nice, but didn’t quite match the standard university dorm decor.
Spicy Girl’s phone rang, and after indicating briefly to Shi Nian, she quickly stepped outside to take the call, leaving Shi Nian alone in the room.
Shi Nian stared at the neatly made bed, daydreaming for a bit, unable to resist imagining how much better it would be with the set she bought.
The door opened silently, and Tang Yanqing walked in, hands in his pockets, observing her profile.
"Hmm, what’s wrong? Feeling unsatisfied all over?"
Shi Nian turned around, quickly stepped back, and instinctively hid the paper bag behind her back: "Uh, no! I was just checking if the bed is made neatly."
Tang Yanqing then looked at the made bed and instantly frowned: "Did you choose this?"
Shi Nian gave no definitive answer, simply asking: "What’s wrong with it?"
Tang Yanqing sighed: "Turns out your taste rivals my mom’s."
Shi Nian was slightly taken aback and couldn’t help but think of the "radiantly spectacular" set back home, and started to laugh: "You mean the one at my place was chosen by Mrs. Tang?"
Tang Yanqing shrugged: "If I dared not to use it, she’d keep nagging in my ear until I’d surrender."
Shi Nian couldn’t help but laugh at that.
In imagination, Mrs. Tang must be a high-and-mighty, unapproachable type, right? But in Tang Yanqing’s description, she sounded like a lovely elder.
Tang Yanqing eyed the smile spreading subtly across her face and laughed along: "Yeah, my mom is really an adorably annoying little old lady. I’ll introduce you next time there’s a chance."
Shi Nian finally snapped back and quickly waved her hand: "Ah, there’s no need!"
Tang Yanqing raised an eyebrow, his gaze showing dissatisfaction: "Why not?"
Shi Nian could only sigh inwardly: "I mean, I can imagine Mrs. Tang is very busy. If she has to specially take time to meet an insignificant guest like me, it would be quite embarrassing."
He then walked up to her, lowered his gaze deeply as he looked at her: "Who said you’re insignificant?"
That odd feeling came again...
Shi Nian found it hard to resist and quickly retreated again: "Uh, Prof. T, it’s getting late, why don’t you try if the bed is comfortable, and I’ll head back to my room."
She finished speaking and wanted to rush out, but as she brushed past him to run, he reached out and caught the paper bag in her hand. The bag couldn’t go, so she was pulled back in place.
He turned to look at her: "What’s hidden in here? You hide it behind your back whenever you see me, it must have something to do with me, yet you intentionally don’t want me to know. Go if you want, but let me have a look first."
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Without waiting for Shi Nian’s response, he arrogantly took the bag and started to look through it.
The first thing he pulled out were two bath towels, and he raised an eyebrow slightly.
Next, he pulled out—her nightdress! His expression, oh, oh, changed instantly.
Shi Nian panicked. The nightdress wasn’t intentionally bought; it was only bought to cover the bed linens, didn’t even carefully look at the details when she bought it, only checked the fabric and color—but in his hands, he nimbly picked open the little bow at the shoulder strap with his long fingers, and directly revealed the black lace windows in the seemingly conservative chest area?!