You little girl who says one thing but means another.
Lu Yan had encountered all kinds of people in the business world. It was generally difficult for others to hide their thoughts and schemes from him. He could usually guess their intentions within just a few words.
He could see through those wily old foxes at a glance, not to mention Miao Miao, whose mind was as pure as a blank sheet of paper and couldn't withstand much scrutiny.
Although it was easy to see through her, Lu Yan found it quite interesting.
Watching her enter the kitchen, Lu Yan slowly sat down at the dining table. While waiting, he instinctively reached into his pocket for a cigarette.
During the period after his divorce from Miao Miao, he had been smoking constantly due to his restlessness, which had led to a growing smoking addiction.
He lit a cigarette. Before he could take a few puffs, a head suddenly popped out from the kitchen: "No smoking!"
Lu Yan was taken aback. He looked down at the cigarette in his hand and then at Ning Anmiao, who was standing at the kitchen door with only her head showing. He couldn't help but smile silently.
He extinguished the cigarette, conceding: "I won't smoke. Don't get distracted."
Only then was Ning Anmiao satisfied. She went back into the kitchen and began to focus on cooking porridge for Lu Yan.
Patients with stomach problems should probably eat something light. After she cooked the plain porridge, she picked up a spoon and took a sip.
It was bland and tasteless. She couldn't help but frown.
She originally wanted to stir - fry a light side dish to go with the porridge. But since no one had been cooking at home for a while, there were no fresh vegetables. So she had to sprinkle some sugar into the bowl.
This should make it easier to swallow, she thought.
When she came out with the steaming porridge, Lu Yan was sitting across the dining table.
The light above the table was on, shining directly above him. The whole person exuded an indescribable beauty and nobility.
Even though his face was a bit haggard, it didn't conceal his sharpness and pride.
He had always been like this.
"The porridge is ready." Ning Anmiao came back to her senses. She said this as she walked over and placed the bowl in front of him: "Eat it while it's hot. It's good for your stomach."
Lu Yan looked up, his eyes falling on the plain porridge in front of him.
Actually, he wasn't very hungry. When he said he wanted porridge just now, it was just an excuse to let Miao Miao come into the house.
The fragrance of the plain porridge was very pleasant. He knew he couldn't let Miao Miao's hard work go to waste. He picked up the spoon, scooped up a mouthful and put it into his mouth.
The taste was much better than he had expected.
There was a faint sweetness.
"What did you put in it?" His voice was deep and hoarse. This seemed different from the plain porridge he usually drank.
Ning Anmiao replied, "I put a little sugar in it. This way it's not so hard to swallow."
She had also been sick before and knew that plain porridge couldn't be called delicious. Having experienced it herself, she naturally subconsciously tried to make it better.
So, it was sugar.
Lu Yan paused for a moment, then suddenly curved his lips into a pleasant smile: "This is the first time I've had plain porridge with sugar."
Ning Anmiao didn't know whether he liked it or not. She explained frankly, "If you don't like it, there's still some porridge in the pot without sugar. I'll get you a new bowl."
"I like it."
Lu Yan answered quickly. There was a smile in his hoarse voice: "I'm just surprised."
"For such a bland plain porridge, having a sweet condiment like sugar to go with it is simply a pleasant surprise."
Lu Yan stirred the spoon a few times and continued, "Maybe, the plain porridge never thought in its life that it would have the honor to be paired with sugar."
There was a deep meaning in his words. It seemed that he was talking about the plain porridge, but also about himself.
He, such a bland "plain porridge", was able to meet Miao Miao, such an extremely sweet "sugar". Of course, he would think it was an honor.
Ning Anmiao understood what he meant. She gritted her teeth and stubbornly imitated his tone, saying, "But plain porridge can also be paired with pickled vegetables, or stir - fried dishes. Sometimes it can even be made into preserved egg and lean meat porridge. These are all more delicious pairings than sugar."
"Sugar is just because there's no better choice at the moment."
As soon as she finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room became dull.
Ning Anmiao suddenly realized that she had ruined the conversation.
She lowered her eyes, feeling that what she had just said was indeed a bit too much.
But it wasn't wrong.
Lu Yan didn't say a word. He just lowered his head and slowly finished the porridge in the bowl. It wasn't until his stomach was filled with the sweet - flavored plain porridge that he spoke in a deep voice.
"Eating too much pickled vegetables can cause cancer. Stir - fried dishes are too greasy. There are too many impurities in preserved egg and lean meat porridge. It can't even be called plain porridge anymore."
"Miao Miao, when you come up with those so - called 'better choices', shouldn't you ask the plain porridge's opinion?"
His gaze fell on her face. He said softly, "I only want you, Miao Miao."
At that moment, Ning Anmiao's heart suddenly started beating wildly again. The sound of her heartbeat was so intense.
She had never thought that she would hear Lu Yan's affirmative answers to her so repeatedly and frequently.
Again and again, it added a sense of security to her restless heart.
"I have a question for you, Miao Miao." Seeing that her emotions had calmed down a bit, Lu Yan spoke softly, "Do you like being with me?"
Ning Anmiao was in a daze for a few seconds. She stared blankly down. It was a long time before she let out a soft "um".
Of course she liked it.
She liked Lu Yan so much that she couldn't like anyone else.
Even though so many things had happened before, every time she saw him, she still couldn't suppress her emotions and wanted to rush towards him.
Just like when she was in school.
"So, you still like me, but you still can't forgive me, right?"
Ning Anmiao lowered her head. She neither admitted nor denied it.
Lu Yan roughly understood.
Miao Miao was gentle and pure - natured. She had grown up in a greenhouse since childhood. She was too gentle and affectionate, which made it difficult for her to make decisive choices in many things.
Her reason told her not to forgive Lu Yan, who had hurt her; but emotionally, she couldn't let go. This made it impossible for her to make the best judgment.
She was indecisive, but it was also an opportunity.
After Lu Yan drank the porridge, his body gradually began to warm up. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair: "Then I'll try my best to satisfy you."
For the first time, Ning Anmiao felt that she didn't understand what Lu Yan was talking about: "How can I be satisfied?"
Lu Yan patiently slowed down his tone and explained to her, "Aren't you angry? Then treat me the way I treated you back then."
"Then we'll be even." Lu Yan was as calm as usual. If you ignored the content of his words, it was as if he was having a business negotiation.
This statement sounded reasonable, but if you thought about it carefully, you would know it was nonsense.
Ning Anmiao couldn't help but roll her eyes silently: "What a lousy idea..."