Chapter 7 A Chicken’s Suffering (1/2)

Chapter 7 A Chicken’s Suffering

“Oh?” Wen Jiubo stared at me with a faint smile on his face. “Really? Then why are you avoiding me like that, you were so passionate a minute ago.”

“No, I’m not!” My face was getting even redder. “That wasn’t me.”

“Uh, you’re just too shy to admit it.” Wen Jiubo didn’t notice my abnormal behavior, and he smiled like a fox.

The strange thing was that afterward, I stopped feeling like something was wrong. Since Wen Jiubo stewed a chicken for me today, I didn’t want to ruin his good mood and therefore I didn’t tell him about me being possessed.

“Gu Yu, Gu Yu?”

“Uh?” After I pulled my wandering mind back to the present moment, I saw Wen Jiubo tapping the bowl with his spoon while his head rested on his other hand.

“It’s rare for me to cook dinner, but little Gu Yu doesn’t appreciate it at all.” Wen Jiubo pouted his lips, acting like a spoiled kid. “I’m so sad.”

After hearing his words, I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. I didn’t know why, but Wen Jiubo seemingly lowered the defense in his heart, and occasionally showed his childish side to me.

I didn’t know it was a good thing or a bad thing…

“What! This smell——!”

Bai’s penetrating voice came from afar, “Wen Jiubo! How dare you cook chicken stew behind my back!”

Then, a flash of white light rushed through. The ferret quickly climbed onto the table and stared at the pot of chicken stew with shining eyes.

“Ah——It smells so good! I didn’t know you were able to cook, Wen Jiubo!”

“What do you mean by ‘behind your back’?” The expression on Wen Jiubo’s face returned to normal, he poked Bai with the spoon and drove him off the table. “Who knows where you went. Get off the table and have a bath. Keep your dirty paws off my furniture.”

“You’re so cheap!” Bai blew a raspberry at Wen Jiubo and made a funny face before climbing down the table to go and clean his paws.

I grinned, grabbed a chair and sat down. I never saw Wen Jiubo cook before and rarely had dinner in the old residence. Occasionally, Wen Jiubo and I snuggled up on the sofa and ordered takeaway. Each time the delivery boy thought they came to a wonderland.

However, I wasn’t surprised at all that Wen Jiubo could cook. Frankly, nothing would surprise me since I believed that he was capable of doing anything.

I picked up the chopsticks and ate some chicken meat. A unique fragrance suddenly spread in my mouth.

“So?” Wen Jiubo held a bowl of rice and pick up his chopsticks.

I nodded firmly. “Yummy!”

Wen Jiubo smiled. “I promised to cook dinner for you, it’s my apology for making you miss a whole day of class.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “You aren’t even embarrassed to bring it up.”

Wen Jiubo began to eat. Of course, he had much better table manners than me. One bite after another, unlike me who was scarfing down food like an animal, he ate elegantly.

However…did he ever feel hungry? Though I hardly ever saw him eat, whenever I ate, he would shamelessly ask me to share with him.