He woke up to find it was already dayti.
He wrapped up in his blanket, planning to get so more sleep and wait until the sunlight hit his buttocks to wake up again.
After all, being awake for only eight or nine hours each day, he still wanted to experience nightlife.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a room door opening nearby.
"Blee, Blee, Blee~ Ha~ Ha~" It seed to be the sound of a tongue flapping, spitting out weapons—without a doubt, it was the dog waiter "Xiao Bai" causing trouble.
"Ha~ Ha~"
As for the person who let "Xiao Bai" in, it definitely had to be his cousin; no one else had the keys to this little villa.
It’s just too much to not let people sleep in the morning.
"Who is it, making all that noise?" Wang Hao complained, too lazy to even open his eyes, still hugging his Snorlax pillow.
"Blee, Blee, Blee~ Ha~ Ha~" The panting noise ca again, and Xiao Bai seed to move a step closer to the head of the bed.
"Xiao Bai, go away!" Wang Hao couldn’t help but shout.
"Blee, Blee, Blee~ Ha~ Ha~" This ti, that dog head was even closer, practically blowing breath onto his face!
"Today, it’s dog at hotpot for you, little rebel."
Left with no choice, Wang Hao opened his eyes only to find Xiao Bai innocently squatting on the threshold.
It was his cousin lying on the bed, playing a prank with a triumphant smile on her face.
Today’s cousin still looked lovely, with her smooth jet-black hair, fair and tender skin, delicate features, and eyes like blooming peach blossoms shimring as if with rippling water.
"It’s already noon, and you’re still sleeping! Were you born a pig?"
"Today we’re having Xiaoyue Hotpot..." Wang Hao felt like he still hadn’t woken up completely, but sleeping till noon was indeed a bit excessive; he had to get up after all.
He rubbed Xiaoyue’s hair roughly, ssing it up thoroughly, and pulled her face, "Barging into a man’s room uninvited and impersonating a dog with your breath is a very dangerous deed."
"What’s dangerous about it?"
"There’s a danger of having to fly to Germany for orthopedics... forget it, seeing as you’re cute, I’ll let you off the hook!" Wang Hao dressed and went downstairs, stomach growling with hunger.
He discovered only one dish on the table: softshell turtle curry rice.
It looked quite strange; even the sll was weird, filled with the aroma of black pepper. Surely it was so bizarre cuisine?
"Why suddenly making this virility-boosting dish?"
"Seeing you always half-asleep, like a sleepy-bug, thought to give you so nutrition."
He took a small bite. It didn’t seem poisonous, and the taste was a bit better than expected?
Wang Hao relaxed and started eating with his chopsticks leisurely.
"Aren’t you eating?"
"I already ate. A few days later, it’ll be the final exams, then cos winter break!"
"Another year older during the New Year, will you be 19 or 20?"
Xiaoyue’s cooking skills, well... compared to chefs out there, they’re pretty decent whether it’s control of the heat, knife skills, or stir-frying techniques.
But compared to himself, she was leagues behind.
If it were , Wang Hao, cooking the softshell turtle, it would certainly be a pot of rich soup, then using that soup to make a covered rice bowl, undoubtedly more delicious than this fancy but impractical curry.
But, ’eat from others, speak well of them’, Wang Hao still complinted, "The taste is quite good, even using curry, just not used to this thick Indian flavor, haha."
"Ever thought of experiencing a foreign flair in India?" Xiaoyue propped up her face, her big eyes watching him eat, "The beauties there are like snakes, good at singing and dancing, twisting about. Isn’t it interesting?"
"Never thought about it. I only yearn for more developed places, and not really interested in the cultures of poor or small countries. To put it plainly, those places are only good for experiencing the service industry." Wang Hao continued eating and talking, "I tell you, an old roommate of mine, his lifeti dream was to enjoy a al of fifty thousand yen in Japan and a thousand-dollar Western al. Not sure if he ever achieved his dream."
"Fifty thousand yen for a al, isn’t that more than two thousand yuan? That’s expensive!"
"You misunderstood, thinking in an indecent direction."
Xiaoyue quickly grasped the indecent undertone, disapprovingly said, "That wasn’t you, was it? I haven’t even dated yet, do you not feel bad talking about this stuff, corrupting the youth?"
"Firstly, that was my roommate, not . Secondly, I have high standards for girls, ’better none than poor’."
"Japanese girls are mostly green tea, you know that, right? Although they talk softly and politely, they exclaim ’so amazing,’ ’fantastic’ for trivial things, but actually, Japanese girls say that to every guy. The Yamato Nadeshiko has long been extinct."
"As for Western girls, we used to have a blonde in school, pretty good-looking, but that scent, like playing basketball five days and nights without a bath... definitely doesn’t et my aesthetic."
Xiaoyue couldn’t help laughing at his exaggerated tales; she loved seeing her big cousin spout nonsense: "Keep bluffing!"
"Anyway, I yearn for more developed places. Of course, the city we’re in on Earth, also counts as an international tropolis."
"Other top tier global cities are more or less the sa, not much to see, maybe even full of ’Celestial Dragons’."
"Celestial Dragons... are those high and mighty?"
"Not quite, they define an unspeakable group that dictates ’high and mightiness’—ntion them, and you get censored."
He quickly wolfed down the rice in his bowl, Wang Hao felt a bit unsatisfied; the curry softshell turtle rice started off tasting strange but grew on him toward the end.
He subconsciously stood up, planning to wash the dishes... after all, when living alone at ho, he also washed dishes.
"I’ll wash!" his cousin stood up and said.
Wang Hao felt sothing was off.
Rushing to soone’s room early in the morning and making softshell turtle curry.
When soone does sothing unnecessarily nice, they’re either a saint or up to no good.
Wang Hao’s heart skipped a beat—could she have found a boyfriend?
Perhaps she would run off with soone, cooking for other boys?
A bad on!
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