Chapter 2033 — Does It Count?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Heh..." Wei Zhao did not bother explaining that today's food was not his own doing — though Granny Sun's cooking was quite good as well.
Han Jingyi picked up the phone beside the stairs and dialed the extension in Han Xiaochao's room to call him down to eat, then ran over and sat down beside Wei Zhao, bringing with her a waft of shower-gel fragrance that set Wei Zhao's heart pleasantly adrift.
Han Xiaochao was clearly the bookworm type, even more of a bookworm than Han Jingyi; he came downstairs still holding a textbook, and only set it down when he reached the table. One look at the dishes and he was surprised: "Sis, so lavish? I haven't had such a feast in ages!"
"Brother Wei Zhao brought it!" Han Jingyi said.
"Thank you, Brother Wei Zhao!" Han Xiaochao said shyly.
"All right, eat up while it's hot," Wei Zhao said.
Han Jingyi and Han Xiaochao bent to their food, but after two bites Han Jingyi said doubtfully, "This doesn't seem to be Brother Wei Zhao's cooking today, does it? The taste is a little different from yesterday's, but it's still very good!"
"Mm," Han Jingyi nodded. "The heat feels a bit different."
"Today's food was made by Granny Sun, our housekeeper. But Granny Sun's cooking is excellent too!" Wei Zhao said.
Han Jingyi said nothing more, and bent her head to eat.
Han Jingyi had a small appetite and was soon full, while Han Xiaochao ate heartily — three bowls of rice.
Once the meal was over, though, Han Xiaochao took his textbook and went upstairs, paying no mind to Wei Zhao or Han Jingyi.
Han Jingyi was about to clear the dishes when Wei Zhao stopped her: "Han Jingyi, wait — leave the dishes for now. Let me finish telling you what I have to say first."
"All right, Brother Wei Zhao!" Han Jingyi nodded and stopped where she stood.
Wei Zhao sat down on the sofa, and Han Jingyi followed and came over as well.
"Han Jingyi, haven't you always wanted to learn pill refinement? I have some material here, but after I give it to you, I hope you won't speak of it — especially not to You Panhu," Wei Zhao instructed. Bai Lingtou had called the thing a street-stall commodity, but Wei Zhao still did not want others to see it.
"Mm-hm!" Han Jingyi nodded hurriedly, her face alight. "Don't worry, Brother Wei Zhao, Jingjing will never show it to anyone — not even if you beat her to death! I'll guard it the way I guard my own body from other men's eyes!"
"Uh... that's a bit much..." Wei Zhao was taken aback. Guard her body from other men's eyes? Then did he count as "other"? Wei Zhao shook his head. What was the matter with this Han Jingyi? Enticing him again and again?
Call her silly, and she did not seem so silly after all — only her logic ran differently from other people's. But call her not silly, and her behavior was about that of a child.