Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 193 - 193 190 A Simple Display of Skill (Added)

Chapter 193: Chapter 190: A Simple Display of Skill (Added) Chapter 193: Chapter 190: A Simple Display of Skill (Added) When Yu Feng arrived home, he was greeted by a delightful aroma as soon as he opened the door.

He sniffed with his nose and thought to himself, what had the auntie cooked that smelled so delicious? It immediately made him ravenous after performing three surgeries that day.

However, hungry as he was, he knew what the first thing to do upon coming home was.

After changing his shoes at the entrance, he walked inside while calling out to Mu Chenyan, “Mom, where’s Xiaosi?”

Mu Chenyan walked out of the kitchen, frowning, “Your sister is sleeping, why are you being so loud?”

The kitchen door was open, and Yu Feng stared at the tall figure inside, surprised, “Why is this kid here?”

Mu Chenyan replied, “Jiang Yan is cooking porridge for your sister. Go check on her in the bedroom, I just felt her forehead, and it doesn’t seem too hot.”

Cook porridge?

Yu Feng didn’t say anything else. He put down the medical box he was carrying, hung up his coat on the rack by the door, washed his hands in the bathroom, and then went to Song Jiawen’s bedroom to check on her, with Mu Chenyan following behind.

“Thirty-eight point two degrees, she still has a fever.”

After saying this, Yu Feng looked down at his sister who had already opened her eyes and asked softly, “Tell Big Brother where it hurts.”

Having slept for over an hour, Song Jiawen was feeling much better now.

But since she still had a fever, her voice was a bit hoarse when she spoke, “Much better.”

She then looked towards Mu Chenyan, “Mom, has Jiang Yan left?”

“No, he’s still in the kitchen making porridge for you. Are you hungry? Want to eat something?”

Song Jiawen nodded, “What is he cooking? Is it chicken porridge?”

Jiang Yan really knew Xiaosi well.

“It is chicken porridge, and he’s also making scallion pancakes and shredded potatoes.”

Song Jiawen’s eyes lit up, and without caring about her fever, she struggled to get up, “I want to eat the pancake.”

Yu Feng was surprised but admonished, “You’re sick right now, you can only have some porridge. You can’t eat pancakes, they’re hard to digest.”

Is this kid doing this on purpose?

But Song Jiawen was already grabbing the cotton nightgown by the bed, putting it on as she said, “It must be a yeast pancake, yeast ones are easier to digest.”

After she finished speaking, she got out of bed, put on her slippers, and walked out of the bedroom with Mu Chenyan.

In the kitchen, Jiang Yan had finished cooking the chicken porridge and was frying the scallion pancake, with a dish of shredded potatoes and wood ear mushrooms with onions on the side—all side dishes, very light.

Mu Chenyan had said to just make whatever Xiaosi loved to eat, but he made quite a lot of pancakes: regardless of whether they would eat them or not, he’d make them first.

Hearing the noises from outside, Jiang Yan looked over.

“Awake, still feverish?”

As Song Jiawen approached, he put down the spatula and raised his hand to touch her forehead. But he stopped midway and sheepishly let his hand drop, under the gaze of Yu Feng and Mu Chenyan.

Seeing his action, Mu Chenyan just smiled and didn’t say anything.

Yu Feng, however, snorted coldly, “What a sly fox!”

“I feel okay, my headache is gone.”

Mu Chenyan touched her head, “Mom will serve the porridge, you go sit outside, Jiang Yan’s cooking is almost ready here.”

Song Jiawen nodded, looking at the golden-brown scallion pancake in the frying pan and licked her lips, “You haven’t made this for a long time.”

To be precise, he hadn’t had the chance to do so since moving to Beijing, mainly because he had been too busy to think about it.

Jiang Yan, aside from being the class monitor, usually ranked at the top of his class with his schoolwork, and he also had a computer shop to run, which really kept him extremely busy.

“If you ever want to eat it, just say so, and I’ll cook it for you.”

Mu Chenyan looked at him with a smile and said, “Come over with Xiaosi on weekends when you’re free. You can eat whatever you want, I can even ask the maid to prepare everything in advance.”

The chicken congee with scallion pancakes, along with two side dishes, looked rather unimpressive, and Yu Feng even muttered that it seemed more like breakfast despite being late at night. However, after he took a bite of the scallion pancake, he stopped complaining.

Because Song Jiawen was sick, she didn’t dare let her eat too much, only having a bowl of congee and a piece of scallion pancake with shredded potatoes.

But Yu Feng gobbled down three pancakes and two bowls of congee in one go, eventually sitting back in his chair, stuffed.

Mu Chenyan also had two pancakes and a bowl of congee. Since her family’s maid wasn’t very good at making flour-based dishes, tasting these freshly-fried scallion pancakes was quite impressive for her.

She exclaimed, “I didn’t expect someone as young as you to have such skill. I still can’t make the dough right to this day.”

Yu Feng thought to himself that she should mention what she can do instead of what she can’t.

Jiang Yan smiled modestly, “After my parents divorced, there was no one to cook for me, so I had to learn to make everything just to fill my stomach.”

Chen Yan didn’t seem surprised when she heard this, for their hired detective had investigated the Song Family in Yunzhou and had included Jiang Yan in their research as well.

While they were chatting, the front door clicked as it was opened from outside.

Yu Heng was quite surprised when he walked in and saw everyone sitting in the dining room.

“Hey, why is this girl here tonight?” he exclaimed.

Mu Chenyan pouted, “Your sister had a fever at school today, and Jiang Yan carried her over. You… forget it. What’s the use of saying anything to you?”

Yu Heng: ….

He walked over to feel Xiaosi’s forehead but was stopped by Yu Feng, who said, “Wash your hands first. She’s still sick. Who knows what viruses you’ve got on your hands… Wait, why do I smell perfume? Did you go on a date?”

At the mention of “date,” everyone turned their heads to look at Yu Heng.

Feeling uncomfortable, he touched his nose and was about to deny it when Song Jiawen spoke up, “Our Teacher Luo often wears this kind of perfume.”

“Teacher Luo?” Yu Feng’s eyes lit up, “Your teacher?”

Song Jiawen nodded, then turned to Yu Heng with suspicion and asked, “Big brother, are you dating Teacher Luo?”

Yu Heng glared at her, “Bratty girl, isn’t it all because of you?”

After he spoke, he turned and walked toward the washroom.

Seeing it was already eight o’clock, Jiang Yan stood up to take his leave.

Mu Chenyan genuinely tried to persuade him to stay, “We have plenty of empty rooms at home, Jiang Yan, why don’t you stay here tonight?”

Song Jiawen looked up at him, her dark eyes filled with similar hope.

But Jiang Yan still declined. He knew in his heart that now was not the right time. He had to wait until Jiajia truly had feelings for him, and they had confirmed their relationship. Only then would it be proper for him to stay here openly.

“Rest well, and try to get over the cold by tomorrow.”

…

When Jiang Yan returned to the dormitory, he remembered the favor Weng Minhong had asked him to do earlier that afternoon.

At that moment, Liu Wenhui was deeply engaged in a hot chat with Tian Xiaohui’s online romance, “Poison Perfume”. Since his style was entirely different from Tian Xiaohui’s, their conversation was not pretentious or affected but boldly straightforward, with one provocative phrase after another. Even Liu Wenhui, who had been out in society for two years, was dazzled and had to admit his inferiority!

Tian Xiaohui, who had been observing the whole exchange, felt utterly devastated and on the verge of collapse.

“Do you, do you think, if I ask her to send me her money, will, will she do it?” he stammered.

No one answered, looking at him as if he were a fool.

Tian Xiaohui collapsed into a chair, dejectedly bowing his head.