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Chapter 160: The Noodles She Made

Chapter 160: Chapter 160: The Noodles She Made

The kitchen connects to the living room, and the bedroom barely has any space left after fitting in a bed.

Small as it may be, it’s very clean and tidy, arranged comfortably.

Liang He sat on the couch, watching her tie on an apron, casually putting her hair up, and started to cook noodles for him.

The noodles were handmade by her, as she ate noodles that evening and didn’t quite fancy the dried ones from the supermarket, so she made her own dough.

While Xiao Tian was cooking, Liang He sat there watching her figure from behind, suddenly feeling that the scene had a certain pictorial sense to it.

He didn’t have to wait long before a steaming big bowl of tomato and egg noodles was served in front of him.

"Brother Liang, try it and see if it needs more salt or sweetness."

Liang He picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a bunch of noodles, blew on them, and gently tasted them.

Xiao Tian sat next to him, inexplicably nervous, "How is it?"

"Mm, it tastes good."

Hearing this, she instantly relaxed, "That’s good, though it might not be as delicious as those made by restaurant chefs, it’s decent enough to eat."

"Do you have any alcohol?"

"Only... sorghum liquor."

"Bring it here."

Xiao Tian quickly brought over an unopened bottle of sorghum liquor, opened the cap for him and poured a cup, then poured one for herself, too.

She would occasionally drink a bit as well.

However, her tolerance for alcohol was far inferior to Liang He’s.

Without much conversation, Liang He ate his noodles slowly, while she turned on the TV, watching a variety show and sipping her drink.

Because of fitness, he was actually very particular about his diet, and wouldn’t eat much when it came to noodles.

But this time, he not only finished the entire big bowl of noodles, he even drank all the soup clean.

As he put down his chopsticks, he realized he only had one cup of the sorghum liquor, while she had several, her cheeks flushed red, clearly inebriated.

"How can you drive me back if you’ve drunk too much?"

"I haven’t... drunk too much." She stood up, still aware enough to clear the dishes.

Liang He watched her wobble like a weeble, somewhat amused, "Be careful not to break any dishes."

"Brother Liang, don’t underestimate me, I’m an adult, how could I possibly break any dishes?"

As she spoke, a crisp sound rang out, and she stared blankly at her hand, giggling, "I really... broke it."

Liang He stood up to clean up, "Your tolerance is too weak, go to sleep, I should head back."

"Brother Liang, I’ll drive you."

"Better not, I don’t want to get into a car accident. Where are the car keys? I’ll drive myself back."

"In my pocket, you take them." She spread her arms, as if asking for a hug.

He reached into her pocket, and just at that moment, her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, her head resting against his chest, her voice carrying a soft whimper, "Brother Liang..."

Liang He closed his eyes and then opened them, "You’re drunk."

"No, I’m not, I’ve only had a little to drink."

In such a posture, he carried her into the bedroom, and at the moment she fell, he also leaned forward, lying on top of her, his face... right against her neck.

Liang He felt unsettled for a moment, hurriedly got up, and covered her with a blanket.

As he left Xiao Tian’s house, the rain outside continued in a fine, uninterrupted drizzle.

Once in the car, Liang He leaned back in the seat, and the scenario of him drunkenly kissing her because of the affair with Sun Qianqian came to mind.

After that incident, no one mentioned it, as if he had forgotten and she had moved on.

In fact, it wasn’t that he had no recollection; he just found himself reflecting on it sometimes, feeling it was somewhat absurd.