Chapter 40: No Action, No Death
Si Chen fell silent for a while, but he secretly noted down what Tong Yao had said.
"What do you want for lunch?"
"I bought some meat and I’m afraid it might stink if left for too long, so I boiled it earlier." Tong Yao opened the bag on the table, rummaged around, and took out a few chilies and a large potato. "Let’s have stir-fried meat with chili and potatoes for lunch! My arm scab has healed, so I can eat spicy food."
Worried that Si Chen might refuse, Tong Yao added, trying to coax him, "The chilies are already bought, they will spoil if we don’t eat, and they are not that spicy."
For Tong Yao, who loved spicy food, not having it for a few days was nothing short of a disguised torture, everything else tasted bland without it.
Si Chen didn’t respond immediately and moved a step closer towards Tong Yao. "Let me check your wound."
At his words, Tong Yao immediately rolled up her sleeve for his inspection. His towering figure enveloped her like a mountain protecting her. He was so close to her that she could feel his breath tickling her hair.
Turning her head, Tong Yao discreetly observed him. She saw familiar details: his long, heavy-lidded eyes; his thick eyelashes, which were as attractive as a small fan; his perfectly straight nose, better than those that had undergone a hundred-thousand-dollar surgery. As she admired his side profile, she couldn’t help marvelling: how can someone be so handsome, scholarly, and gentlemanly? No wonder the dean’s divorced daughter didn’t mind him.