C147 – The Kitchen Destroyer!
“What’s your na?” Su Ming inquired, a smile on his face.
“I’m Hsiao Keng. My parents and friends just call Keng,” the little girl replied, taking another sip of her drink.
Su Ming nodded understandingly. “I checked the weather forecast earlier. The rain won’t let up until tomorrow morning, so you should stay here tonight. Feel free to choose any room on the first floor; I’ll be upstairs on the second floor and won’t co down.”
“Thank you,” Hsiao Keng said, feeling a warmth in her heart. She appreciated that Su Ming was trying to put her at ease.
“May I ask you a few questions?” she ventured.
“No!”
“How about just one question?”
“No!”
“What’s your na, then?”
“Su Ming.”
“What do you do for a living?” Hsiao Keng continued.
“I’m a bad guy!” he joked.
Hsiao Keng couldn’t help but laugh.
Su Ming was puzzled. Did he not co across as a bad guy at all? It was the dead of night, a storm raging outside. She should be on high alert in a stranger’s ho. Yet, she seed completely at ease, as if she were in her own ho. Where did this sense of security co from? Was it his kindness?
“Alright, I’m off to bed. You should get so rest too,” he suggested.
“Wait!” Hsiao Keng called out suddenly, then added sheepishly, “I haven’t had dinner yet.”
“Do you know how to cook?”
“A little.”
“There’s food in the fridge; help yourself.”
Standing up, Su Ming added, “If it’s not too much trouble, could you make sothing for as well? I’m getting hungry.”
“Sure!” Hsiao Keng agreed enthusiastically, rising to her feet.
Half an hour later, Su Ming set aside his phone and stared at the charred ss before him, frowning in dismay.
What on earth was this?
“I’m sorry,” Hsiao Keng murmured, her head bowed in guilt, hands nervously clutching her apron.
“Stop!” Su Ming quickly intervened. “Don’t ruin the apron, give it here.”
Donning the apron himself, he rummaged through the fridge for so vegetables and at. Hsiao Keng watched from the sofa as Su Ming got to work in the kitchen. In no ti, the al was prepared.
Hsiao Keng’s eyes widened in admiration. “You’re incredible!”
“You’d be a good cook too if you lived alone for two years,” Su Ming replied with a smile.
Su Ming chuckled as he grabbed his bowl and chopsticks and started eating heartily. Soon enough, both he and Hsiao Keng were contentedly full. Eager to help, Keng took the initiative to wash the dishes. Shortly after, a crisp sound echoed from the kitchen.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
Then, another sharp sound rang out. Su Ming had no choice but to take over the dishwashing himself. He realized he’d need to buy more bowls tomorrow; otherwise, he wouldn’t have enough for his own use.
“Ti for bed!” Su Ming declared, feigning anger as he tidied up the kitchen and gestured towards the bedroom.
Keng, unphased, giggled, “I know you’re not really mad.”
With that, she scampered off to the bedroom. Su Ming could only sigh in resignation.
Outside, a fierce storm raged, but inside, it was as cozy as spring. Su Ming stretched lazily and settled down to play video gas, his skills noticeably improving.
He gad into the wee hours, and co early morning, he slowly opened his eyes. After a refreshing shower and changing into a clean outfit, he headed downstairs.
Keng was already up, a freshly bought breakfast waiting on the table, dressed again in yesterday’s clothes.
“Thank you for letting stay over last night. I really appreciate it,” she said with a mischievous smile. “I got you breakfast. You can’t skip it; it’s bad for your health. Here’s my na and contact info. I’ve got to run, but let’s keep in touch.”
With that, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and dashed off, clearly in a rush but having waited for Su Ming to wake before leaving.
Shaking his head with a smile, Su Ming didn’t dwell on it. It was just a small interlude in the grand sche of life.
After breakfast, he made his way to the field and was struck by a realization—the fennel had matured!
“I completely forgot!” he exclaid, a smile spreading across his face.
He had thought Keng’s visit wouldn’t make a difference, but it had indeed thrown off his usual routine. Grabbing his sickle, he headed out to the field. As his feet touched the soil, he paused. Despite all his efforts, the land had yet to yield a single fruit.
Yet now, the ground was dotted with fennel.
Su Ming crouched down and tenderly plucked a sprig of fennel.
The scent of fennel wafted up to him.
Doubt swirled in Su Ming’s mind. Could there be a glitch in the System?
Impossible!
He was more inclined to accept the end of the world than to entertain the thought of a malfunction in the System.
But why fennel?
Perhaps it was akin to the Body-stretching Pill. It might possess so unique properties.
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