Our Sweet DaysChapter 53

Sun Fang made a gorgeous vase in his pottery class. It was epic, painted in gold lines and pink flowers, with a thinner head and wider body. It came to sit right in the middle of their living room, Iy whisking it away as soon as it came through the door. Sun Fang watched bemusedly as Ivy put flowers in it, arranging it beautifully.

His finger tapping on his phone, Sun Fang leaned against the wall in the hallway and browsed through Stargazer. He ignored the sound of Ivy bustling through the apartment, doing this and that, and concentrated instead on his phone. It seemed like a drama he’d really liked was getting a second season, Sun Yi’s entertainment company had gotten the film rights to a popular historical novel about the beginning of the Zerg war back when the Zerg first discovered humanity. That was kind of interesting, Sun Fang supposed.  7l3KxB

If the quality was high enough, he’d probably even buy it. 

The Zerg war’s frontline had stalled again, both sides caught in a deadlock. Apparently, nothing much had been happening lately, both armies at an equal level. Sun Fang ignored that, just like he ignored all news about the war.

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It wasn’t something that he needed to know. It would just upset him, and he already donated to a lot of charities to support those affected by the war; those who’d lost their homes, jobs, been hurt, were now refugees and so on. That wasn’t something that he had to do, he didn’t owe anybody anything, but it was a choice he’d made because he had more money than made sense and honestly? He’d calculated how much money he could reasonably spend in his lifetime, based on his normal spending, and there would be so much money left over.

At this point, if he didn’t donate a good chunk of it various charities, what the fuck was wrong with him? (Not that he was going to donate to just anyone, or that he would let himself be guilted into giving to people or things he didn’t want to.)  zTehEB

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And that was all a very convoluted way of showing the way his brain tried to both conserve his wealth and also give it away. Of course he gave money to just anyone who asked, why the hell wouldn’t he? It still wouldn’t make a dent. His brain was just trying to figure out a way to limit the number of people he could give it to in order to justify hoarding it. 

The fact that it just automatically did that was seriously annoying. It required that he had the self-awareness to fight it and sometimes he just didn’t have the energy to even notice. 

Puffing out his cheeks, Sun Fang sighed. His mind was just going around in circles. He focused back on the phone and threw out all his thoughts, allowing the mindlessness of browsing through social media to envelope him.

”Young Master, the cake is ready,” Ivy said.

Sun Fang blinked. He lowered his hand with the phone and asked, ”Huh?” It took a moment for his mind to catch up with what Ivy had said. Then he brightened, ”Cake? Did you make it?”

”Yes, I made it,” Ivy answered. Ivy didn’t wait for him, simply walking off back to the kitchen. Sun Fang didn’t fault it, merely shoving his phone in his pocket and following behind it, his nose now full of the cake’s heavenly smell. He didn’t understand how he could have missed it, he was usually so attuned to what Ivy was doing.

But then, Stargazer did have a reputation for eating up people’s time. As far as he understood it, it was a common feature of social medias.

He hid his laugh behind his hand and in the kitchen, sat down at the proper kitchen table. It was a behemoth of a thing and not something that he usually used. Sitting by the kitchen counter was enough for him most of them, but then there were times when he felt fancier than usual. Today was one of those days. It was easy to tell; he’d gotten dressed in a floor-length dress and put on about five earrings (one pair hanging almost all the way down to his shoulders, he really liked them), not to mention the necklace, bracelets and rings. XSRUqZ

Sun Fang in fancy mode went all the way. There was no way to mistake the way his painted lips curled softly, the way he walked extra elegantly. It wasn’t often that he dressed up like this, but when the urge struck, he saw no reason not to indulge. Even if the only person who’d see was Ivy and him.

Ivy put down the cake in front of him, Sun Fang’s mouth already salivating. He managed to draw his gaze away enough to ask, ”What’s the occasion?”

Ivy answered, ”None. I simply thought it had been a while since I’d baked anything and wished to exercise my skills.”

”Okay,” Sun Fang mumbled, eyes back on the cake. He shot a distracted smile at Ivy and added, “Thank you for letting me eat your precious creation.” oqcAgy

Ivy blinked slowly, it’s eyebrows (meticulously styled and unchanged from the manufacturer’s standard style) furrowing. ”I do not care about it at all,” Ivy said. ”But you’re still welcome, Young Master.”

Sun Fang snorted. He waved a hand in the air (elegantly, this was an elegant day) and moved to cut a piece of the cake. It was a strawberry cake, he assumed from the smell. Certainly, it was a very inviting pink color. Sun Fang gulped as he cut a large piece and put it on his plate, blind to Ivy leaving the kitchen.

The first taste was pure heaven. The second was divine bliss. The third was—honestly, he didn’t really taste it, he was eating it too quickly for his poor, bullied tastebuds to keep up. Ah, hang in there tastebuds, he metaphorically patted them on the shoulder. Sun Fang wouldn’t forget their noble sacrifice. 

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