Zong Lin took the lamb soup and smelled it, saying, “It smells delicious.”
“Then, hurry up and taste it.”
Shen Jie smiled and sat down at his seat, picked up the soup bowl, blew on it gently, and took a sip.
Because of the blanching and the addition of ginger slices and white wine to remove the gamey smell, the lamb’s odor was not strong. The soup had a hint of sweetness and the spiciness of pepper and ginger.
After drinking it, warmth spread from the throat to the hands and feet.
The fatty and lean lamb, dipped in the sauce, entered the mouth. The meat part was tender and glutinous, while the skin part was chewy and smooth, creating a wonderful texture.
He looked very satisfied at the table: the chives and scrambled eggs were cooked just right, the Mapo tofu was crystal clear and tender, and the cherry foie gras was smooth and thick. Rows of rosemary roasted chicken wings and lamb chops were laid out on the baking tray, crispy and fragrant. There was also a plate of chilled okra.
Cooking for Zong Lin was one of Shen Jie’s few hobbies.
He didn’t eat much himself, but he enjoyed watching Zong Lin eat.
Shen Jie slowed down after tasting a bit with his chopsticks, resting his chin on his hand and slowly forming the rice into a ball to eat.
Zong Lin was a superpower user, and he consumed a lot of energy every day, so he could handle most of the dishes on the table by himself.
He ate with gusto, as he was not good with words usually, and could only express his appreciation for his lover’s cooking by emptying his plate.
Just as he looked up and saw Shen Jie struggling with the rice in his bowl again, he couldn’t help but feel a bit helpless. “You should eat more,” he said.
He hugged Shen Jie, knowing how light he was. Although he appeared to be just slightly thin, with smooth muscle lines, in reality, there was little weight to him when held, making him wonder if a little extra force would break him.
Shen Jie claimed it was due to his naturally light bone structure, reassuring him to use more force without worrying about breaking him.
How could he not worry?
When he turned into a merman, his tail did gain some weight, but not much.
He tried to pick up a piece of cherry foie gras and put it in Shen Jie’s bowl.
Shen Jie smiled, tilted his head, and bit onto the chopsticks, eating the cherry foie gras.
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An advertisement was playing on TV.
A handsome boy was playing basketball on the playground, surrounded by cheers.
During halftime, the boy wiped his sweat with a towel, and a delicate girl approached him, holding a bottle of infection prevention and treatment pills.
“This is good for your body,” the girl said to the boy.
The boy took the pills, opened the bottle, and ate a few, his tired face transformed into vitality. When he looked up, he saw the girl had already walked away, so he hurriedly shouted, “Hey! Your pills.”
The girl glanced back and smiled, “No, they’re your pills.”
The boy was stunned for a moment, then held the bottle of pills as if it were a treasure, revealing a happy smile.
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Shen Jie lazily watched for a while, and Zong Lin finished washing the dishes and came out, he even cut a plate of fruit platter and sat next to him.
Zong Lin was responsible for feeding, while he was responsible for eating. Sometimes he lazily picked up a piece and put it into Zong Lin’s mouth.
The effect of the lamb soup kicked in quickly, and he felt a bit overheated, with blood rushing through his body.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he said.
Zong Lin nodded, hesitated for a moment, as if wanting to say something, but Shen Jie had already stood up, taking a towel and entering the bathroom.
When Shen Jie came out after showering, he was only wearing a loose bathrobe, the belt loosely tied, clearly not wearing anything underneath, while he was wiping his damp hair with a towel.
Seeing Zong Lin still sitting on the living room sofa, he walked over with long strides, bent down, and bit his ear.
“You should hurry up too,” he said.
“…Okay,” Zong Lin responded, getting up and heading to the bathroom.
He was always quick in his actions, coming out in just ten minutes. With short hair, a quick wipe with the towel was enough to dry it almost completely.
Shen Jie sat on the edge of the bed, still slowly drying his long hair.
The bedroom light was dimmed. Zong Lin walked over, picked up the hairdryer, and helped him dry his hair.
Zong Lin only wore a towel around his waist.
Tiny water droplets flowed down his neck, rolling onto his abdominal muscles, reflecting the ambiguous light and shadows.
Shen Jie reached out and slowly wiped away the water droplets for him.
The gradually dried hair flowed smoothly from Zong Lin’s palm. While his mind was preoccupied, his hands were still skilled; once the hair was mostly dry, he adjusted the hairdryer to a gentler warmth. He didn’t need a comb; the bone spurs on his hands were easier to control than a comb. He smoothed the hair in the direction of the airflow and then applied a little essential oil with his human-like palms, like a professional groomer caring for a precious cat.
Sometimes he did indeed feel that his lover was like a cat.
Soft, beautiful fur, with a gentle and delicate voice. It evoked a sense of pity.
But perhaps, only in front of him, would Shen Jie show such a demeanor.
He turned off the hairdryer, sat on the edge of the bed, and silently embraced him.
Shen Jie sensed that something seemed off with Zong Lin.
It shouldn’t be like this.
He could feel that the other’s body was hotter than usual, indicating that the lamb soup was quite effective.
Shen Jie reached up and stroked his neck, fingers rubbing his Adam’s apple. After a moment’s thought, he asked, “Why aren’t you wearing the suppressor?”
“The suppressor has a problem and can’t be worn temporarily,” Zong Lin replied.
Shen Jie remembered the suppressor that produced a reverse stimulating electric effect against logic.
In theory, after each suppressor core left the factory, it would undergo a dozen or so inspection processes at the research institute. Such a serious product malfunction shouldn’t have occurred.
“Can’t it be replaced with a faulty core?” he asked.
Zong Lin fell silent for a moment before replying, “No, it can’t.”
Shen Jie: “I understand.”
So, perhaps the suppressor itself wasn’t the problem.
It was the fact that it was worn by Zong Lin that caused the issue.
… A lock on special event probability, perhaps.
As far as he knew, there weren’t many abilities capable of doing such a thing.
Who could have tampered with his person?
At the town amusement park, the robed figure with a mask suddenly sneezed.
“I was quite satisfied with the design of that suppressor. I was actually looking forward to seeing how you’d look wearing it tonight,” Shen Jie said.
“Xiao Jie,” Zong Lin suddenly said, “We’ve been together for so many years, and you’ve always been working on design integration at the grassroots level of the institute. Clearly, with your abilities, you could have obtained better positions and treatment. Plus, I often have to go on missions and can’t always be by your side. I’m wondering if being my partner has caused you to give up a lot.”
He usually spoke like a block of wood, so saying such a long passage indicated he had been contemplating it for a long time.
Shen Jie thought that perhaps Zong Lin had overheard part of his conversation with Ke Xiyah in the afternoon.
He wasn’t sure how much he had heard.
“It’s not about giving up, it’s about gaining,” Shen Jie thought for a moment and said, “I’ve already gained what I want and I’m very satisfied with my current life. I don’t plan on changing anything.”
He spoke with an unusual touch of tenderness, “Human life is not so long, especially in the apocalypse. We don’t know how much future we have, no one can say for sure. All I know is that right now, I am very happy.”
Zong Lin’s voice was muffled as he asked, “Are you really… happy?”
“Of course,” Shen Jie kissed his ear, “Well… if you try a little harder tonight, you could make me even happier.”
Thanks for the chapter! o(>ω<)o
🥰🫣yesssss thank you for the chapter!!!
Yes… Your future is not long… so you gotta spend some more time making wifey real happy… 😌
They are so sweet with one another !
So….our little Shen Jie is addicted to pa pa pa??!! 😅☺
Shen Jie is vocal about it, even the system get tired hearing that from him😔
Hm hm make your wife happier, c’mon!
A hot dinner.. A hot night..