Don't waste food

  Song Min covered the door and returned to the dining room, waiting for the little girl to finish her homework and explain it to her. "This second question requires the volume of a triangular prism. You see this triangular prism, its height... These two triangular prisms have the same base and height, so finding this one is equivalent to finding the volume of that one..."

  When Song Min was talking, he heard a noise at the door and thought it must be Wen Yan, so he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, his aunt's scolding was enough for her to suffer.

  A cup filled with brown liquid suddenly appeared in front of him, and Song Min subconsciously raised his head to see the slender hand holding the cup, then saw Wen Yan's slightly furrowed brow.

  "Drink this." Wen Yan put the cup on the dining table.

  All she could think of was the sugar and salt water her mother had made her drink, and her whole body resisted.

  "What are you thinking about?" Wen Yan knocked on Song Min's head, "Red sugar ginger date tea."

  "Oh." Song Min slowly finished the cup of red sugar ginger tea, which was very hot and warmed his stomach. As he drank, his lower abdomen gradually warmed up as well.

  "You go take a rest, I'll tell her."

  "It's okay." Song Min had already felt much better, and she thought it wasn't necessary to trouble Wen Yan.

  Wen Yan patted Song Min's head and said, "Listen."

  The voice was full of pampering, and Song Min's little girl heart was slightly messed up. The voice really sounded too good!

  "Yes, sister, you go rest." The little girl also echoed in agreement.

  Song Min looked at Wen Yan suspiciously, "Are you okay?"

  "Warm words raised an eyebrow, 'Want to give it a try?'"

  "Haha." Song Min smiled wryly and made a "go for it" gesture with his fist, "You go for it."

  When Song Min woke up, it was almost time for lunch, and his aunt's pain had improved a lot.

  When I went out, Wen Yan was sitting in the living room.

  "Hey, has little sister left?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "Thanks," Song Min said awkwardly to Wen Yan, "I'll treat you to dinner sometime."

  "En, three meals already."

  I... Song Min wants to bite off his own tongue, will you take the money? Can't we not eat face-to-face? Just thinking about it makes me feel very embarrassed.

  "I've made some red sugar ginger date tea in the kitchen." Wen Yan stood up and stretched, "Come to my place for dinner after you finish drinking."

  "I..."

  "I cooked for two people, can't waste food."

  "Oh." Song Min didn't refuse again, after all, Wen Yan's culinary skills were still pretty good.

  While eating, Song Min suddenly remembered the scene where Wen's father kept staring at her, in the same seat, she subconsciously took a glance at the main seat, "Hmm... I think Uncle looks especially handsome."

  Wen Yan seemed to choke for a moment, although he said he hoped Song Min would talk to him, but not so intensely from the start... He coughed and looked up at Song Min with a hint of eeriness, "You wouldn't like my dad's type, would you?"

  Song Min's forehead was covered with countless black lines, possibly referring to the awkward conversation between her and Wen Yan. Song Min shut her mouth decisively and lowered her head to eat her own food.

  After a while.

  Song Min said: "I like Premier Zhou's style."

  Wen Yan was choked for a moment, he drank several mouthfuls of soup before swallowing his rice, and his gaze at Song Min was very resentful.

  Song Min used her most innocent eyes to tell him that he really wasn't doing it on purpose, she was really serious.

  Just as they were about to finish eating, Wen Yan answered a phone call and hung up after saying only a couple of words.

  "Song Hao hit it."

  "Oh."

  "He said five o'clock at the airport."

  "Oh."

  "You stay home and rest well, I'll go pick him up."

  "Oh."

  Song Min's heart was blocked again, her brother now directly calls Wen Yan on the phone.

  "Song Min, I might..."

  Song Min raised his eyes to look at Wen Yan, but he didn't know what he wanted to say either.

  "Never mind." Seeing Song Min's puzzled eyes, Wen Yan smiled lightly and shook his head, "Next time."

  "Oh."

  When Song Hao came back in the evening, Song Min had already prepared for bed.

  "Sister, are you asleep?" Song Hao knocked on the door and entered Song Min's room when all the lights were off.

  "I'm going to sleep."

  "Cut it out, you can still talk in your sleep." Song Hao pressed the switch on the wall with a "click", and the whole room lit up like daylight.

  Song Min couldn't adapt to the strong light for a while, covering his eyes and sitting up, "Are you annoying? I'm about to sleep, why are you turning on the lights?"

  "Look what I've brought back for you!" Song Hao tossed a small red cloth bag at Song Min.

  "What is this?" Song Min turned the cloth bag over and over, the red color was quite festive. When he opened it, he found a small seal, adorned with red handmade embroidery, which looked strange but nice.

  Song Min carefully looked at the characters engraved on the seal, which was in the style of official script. If he wasn't mistaken, it should be: Song's Seal.

  The little brat still has a conscience. Song Min suppressed his urge to smile and said, "Thanks."

  "Haha, I knew you'd like it." Song Hao scratched his head, "Sister, are you still mad?"

  "Considering you've behaved so well, I won't get angry."

  "Haha, I'm exhausted, I'm going to wash up and sleep. You should get some rest too." Song Hao said as he turned off the lights and went out.

  Song Min blocked his way, "Don't turn off the lights, I'll turn them off myself later."

  After Song Hao went out, Song Min got out of bed, turned on the desk lamp, found a white paper, took out the seal mud from the small cloth bag, applied the seal mud and stamped a seal on the white paper.

  White background with red letters.

  Song Dynasty Seal

  It's really beautiful.

  Shall we go eat?

  Around noon, Song Min sent a message to Wen Yan, saying that inviting people to dinner is something that should be done quickly and decisively. If not, the more you accumulate, the more you can't afford it...

  What's for dinner?

  The reply was unexpectedly brief, with only these few words.

  Song Min: Whatever you decide is fine.

  Are you at home?

  Song Min: Uh-huh.

  Warm words: Wait for me at the entrance of the community in 10 minutes.

  You won't come pick me up, will you...... Don't tell me you're not working this afternoon? Song Min typed out a row of words: Just eat somewhere near the hospital, you still have to work this afternoon.

  Just finished a night shift and resting in the afternoon.

  Song Min: Alright then.

  Sitting in Wen Yan's car, Song Min tilted his head and carefully examined Wen Yan's profile, with dark circles under his eyes and a faint stubble on his chin.

  "Don't look anymore, it's not over yet." Wen Yan drove the car with a focused expression, glancing at Song Min, "You've seen me in such a sloppy state, so we're even now."

  ……

  Song Min was speechless for a moment before saying, "Actually, it's quite handsome and has a good temperament."

  "Do you actually like looking older?"

  I...

  Song Min felt it was hard for her to have a common language with Wen Yan, so she simply shut her mouth and didn't speak.

  Wen Yan took Song Min to drink nourishing soup.

  As soon as I entered the door, a strong aroma of soup hit me in the face.

  "It smells so good, did you add herbs?" Song Min took a deep sniff, her stomach started to feel hungry, after all she was someone who hadn't eaten breakfast yet.

  "My nose is quite sensitive."

  "After sitting down, he warmly flipped through the menu, 'Corn ribs with chestnuts?'"

  "Okay." Song Min wasn't picky at all.

  "What dish should I add?"

  Lotus root.

  "What else?"

  "No more." Song Min replied with her mouth, but her eyes were fixed on the waiter beside her. She had been staring at Wen Yan for a long time, this was too blatant.

  Wen Yan drew a few more strokes on the menu and handed it to the waiter, "That's all."

  "Alright, please wait."

  Song Min gazed after the departing waitress and exclaimed to Wen Yan, "You're too flirtatious with young girls."

  Wen Yan was serving Song Min a bowl of noodles, and upon hearing this, she couldn't help but raise her eyes to give her a faint glance, "Wanting to provoke yet unable to do so."

  Huh? If I'm not mistaken, there's a hint of "resentment" on Wen Yan's face?

  Thinking too much, thinking too much.

  Song Min shook his head, looking at the dark circles under Wen Yan's eyes, and felt a little sentimental. "It's really hard work, fortunately I didn't study medicine back then."

  "What? Want to learn traditional Chinese medicine?" Wen Yan remembered that Song Min was a liberal arts student, so learning medicine would only be possible through traditional Chinese medicine.

  "Uh. But my mom said it's not good for employment, and the study period is still long, so she didn't let me learn it." Song Min turned the cup around, "In the end, I chose Chinese Department, sigh, graduated and became unemployed."

  "How old is he to be sighing?" Wen Yan seemed to want to laugh a little.

  "Because life is too hard."

  "Mm." Wen Yan's voice was already tinged with amusement.

  Song Min raised his head and looked at Wen Yan with a serious face, "I'm being very serious, don't laugh!"

  "Hmm...not laughing..." Wen Yan seemed to be trying his best to tighten up his expression, but the arc at the corner of his mouth that he couldn't press down betrayed him.

  Song Min stared at Wen Yan.

  "Don't stare, your contact lenses will fall out." Wen Yan reminded Song Min seriously.

  Song Min recalled the scene where Wen Yan pushed her against the door that day, and the feeling of Wen Yan covering her eyes with his hand, her heart seemed to beat a little faster.

  "Total 151."

  "Good." Wen Yan naturally took over the bill and paid after finishing dinner.

  "Didn't I invite you?" Song Min hastily pulled out his wallet from his bag.

  He quickly handed the money to the waiter and said, "Next time."

  Is she going to freeload off Wen Yan's meal again... Song Min pinched his wallet, unsure of what to say.

  "Hello sir, here is your change."

  "Thank you."

  "Let's go." Wen Yan took the change and pulled Song Min out.

  Met Lin Anning and Gu Lin at the door.

  "Want to eat?" Wen Yan and Gu Lin greeted each other.

  "Ah, what a coincidence." Gu Lin tugged on Lin Anning's clothes from behind.

  Song Min looked at the two people being so intimate and felt relieved, revealing a smile, "Long time no see."

  Lin Anning's eyes immediately became moist, and her voice had a hint of choking, "Long time no see."

  The voice is still soft and sticky, like a naive child who doesn't know the world.

  Also, whatever happens, there is always Gu Lin to shield her from it.

  She is very lucky.

  Lin Anning pursed her lips and looked at Song Min, "I read your latest story, I liked it very much."

  "Uh, thank you."

  "Song Min." Lin Anning seemed to have mustered up a great deal of courage, looking straight at Song Min with eyes that were on the verge of overflowing with tears. "Can we still be friends?"

  "It's always been like that, when have I ever said it wasn't?" Song Min didn't know what was wrong with him, but the tip of his nose felt a slight stinging sensation.

  "Uh-huh." Lin Anning nodded heavily, and the tears in her eyes finally fell. She revealed a very bright smile.

  As long as you're happy.

  Song Min's eyes reddened for a moment, she pulled Wen Yan's arm, "We'll go first, you guys eat well, goodbye."