Back home, the congee was just out of the pot. Fatty lifted the lid and took a look, deciding it was perfect. He went upstairs, intending to wake up Jiang Cheng.

Unexpectedly, he only made it halfway when he suddenly heard a noise from the bathroom.

When he turned around, the bathroom door opened, and Jiang Cheng walked out, zipping up his pants.

"Doctor," Fatty greeted him enthusiastically, "you're up! You haven't eaten breakfast yet, have you?"

Jiang Cheng raised his head, stared at Fatty's face for a few seconds, then glanced back at the still-open bathroom door, and said with a peculiar intonation, "Guess?"

Fatty thought Jiang Cheng might have misunderstood him, so he quickly added, "Doctor, that's not what I meant."

After a pause, he stretched his neck and said, "I cooked you some congee. Have a bit for breakfast, and then we'll have ribs for lunch."

Hearing the words "ribs," Jiang Cheng's complexion gradually became rosy.

He originally wanted to use Chen Yao's name to scare Fatty, but he was worried that scaring Fatty would affect the taste of the ribs at lunch, so he decided to let it go for now.

"Then I'll just have a bit," Jiang Cheng said, giving him face as he changed direction and walked towards the office.

Perhaps because he was looking forward to the ribs for lunch, Jiang Cheng unusually didn't finish all the congee, but shared a lot with Fatty.

"Doctor," Fatty barely swallowed the congee in his mouth, waving his hand and saying, "Don't give me anymore, I really can't eat any more."

"Drinking congee is good for your health," Jiang Cheng snatched Fatty's bowl, filled it to the brim again, personally placed the bowl in front of him, and said at the same time, "It's better than eating meat."

Fatty smacked his lips, as if realizing something, and said earnestly, "Doctor, you're not worried that I'll snatch the ribs at lunch, are you?"

Jiang Cheng became enraged and said, "Nonsense! I am a respected doctor, a savior in white, how could I do such a thing!"

Fatty was shocked by Jiang Cheng's reaction. In his heart, the doctor was a little abnormal, so it was best not to provoke him if possible.

Lest he start talking about his glorious past working the night shift at a KTV again.

"Doctor," Fatty immediately interrupted him, then steered the topic in a direction that Jiang Cheng would be interested in, "Do you want the ribs braised... or stewed with some vegetables for lunch?"

As soon as this question was asked, Jiang Cheng's face changed instantly. He slowly sat down in his seat and fell into deep thought.

Fatty took a long breath.

Jiang Cheng had never been so serious, even in life-or-death situations in his nightmares.

After a long while, Jiang Cheng slowly raised his head and asked Fatty, "Is there garlic in the kitchen?"

Fatty nodded, "Yes, I bought a few last time, there's still some left."

Jiang Cheng stopped hesitating and decided, "Then let's stew it with vegetables. Then you peel the garlic, wash it, and chop it into mince. Add some soy sauce and vinegar. There should be a bottle of sesame oil in the back of the second shelf of the refrigerator. Add a little bit of sesame oil in there," he smacked his lips, "I want to dip the ribs in it."

"Do you want scallions and cilantro?" Fatty picked up his notebook, recording as he asked.

Jiang Cheng thought for a while and replied, "Adding a little is fine, but you have to be careful, the scallions need to be fried in oil first, that way they'll be more fragrant."

Fatty put down the notebook in his hand, raised his head, stared at him and asked, "Doctor, don't you think your demands are a bit much?"

"You have to understand," Jiang Cheng said casually, "I'm not the same as you, after all, I rely on my face to make a living. If the young ladies stop liking me because I get pimples on my face..."

Fatty got up and left before he could finish speaking.

After a while, he came back and cleared the table, taking the dishes to the kitchen.

The sound of water gushing from the faucet could be heard.

Jiang Cheng raised his head, walked to his desk, sat down, and turned on the computer.

He pulled up a familiar website from his browsing history and watched with great interest.

After a while, Fatty poked his head out of the kitchen, "Doctor," he called out, "are you busy later?"

Already in a state of post-coital clarity, Jiang Cheng calmly closed the webpage and replied in an equally loud voice, "You tell me what you need first, and then I'll decide if I'm busy later."

He put the plates, bowls, chopsticks... back in their original places one by one.

Fatty worked very meticulously, not just tidying up briefly because he would be back to make ribs soon. He wiped the kitchen clean with a rag, then washed the cutting board clean and stood it up to dry, so that bacteria wouldn't grow easily.

After doing all this, Fatty walked out of the kitchen, wiping his hands as he went.

"Want some coffee?" Fatty asked, "Doctor."

Jiang Cheng rested one hand on his desk and tapped it lightly. "A hazelnut caramel cappuccino, please."

Fatty started to grin, "Doctor, you might not be fully awake yet. Don't you know your situation?"

His voice came from the kitchen, slightly distorted.

"Even if it's instant, you can only drink half a packet at a time, because there's only 1 packet left."

Fatty walked out holding the last packet of coffee, shaking it as he emphasized, "Half for you, half for me."

It sounded a little sad, but this was Jiang Cheng's daily life.

Fatty sat across from Jiang Cheng, picked up his cup, and took a small sip of coffee. "Doctor," he put down the cup and asked curiously, "I feel like you shouldn't be living like this, could it be that..."

He seemed to suddenly realize something, looked at Jiang Cheng, and said angrily, "Those sugar mamas aren't paying you for pimping?"

"I'll say it again," Jiang Cheng sat up straight and said in a very serious tone, "I'm doing this entirely out of concern for their mental health problems, please don't use such vulgar words to tarnish such a sacred act."

Fatty: "......"

Jiang Cheng lowered his head, absentmindedly stirring the coffee in his cup, then took out the spoon and tapped the side of the cup.

As the crisp tapping sound ended, he picked up the coffee cup, took a small sip, and finally let out a comfortable groan.

"Ah~"

"Doctor," Fatty's face twitched, then he licked his lips, raised his chin as a signal, and pointed to the coffee cup in Jiang Cheng's hand, "It's just a cup of instant coffee worth 75 cents, I don't think it deserves such treatment."

"Of course, if you think life needs a sense of ritual or something, then I didn't say anything."

Jiang Cheng glanced at him, "You don't understand, after all, I..."

"Alright," Fatty directly cut off Jiang Cheng's next words.

He first looked in the direction of the door, then turned back, changed to a serious face, and lowered his voice, "Seriously, Doctor, there's something I don't understand."

"What exactly are those people going to great lengths to find?" Jiang Cheng asked casually, blowing on the heat rising from the coffee cup.

Fatty couldn't help but widen his eyes.