The Nutrition is Too Good - Chap 10
Rong Mian thought that Zhong Yi’s home would have already prepared, steaming hot meals.
However, at the moment he opened the door, Rong Mian sniffed and once again felt disappointed: he didn’t smell the scent of meat, or even the aroma of food. There was only a faint herbal fragrance, belonging to the well-growing potted green photos plant1 in the corner of the living room.
The house was very spacious, with clean tiled floors, and as soon as he entered the living room, he could see a large open kitchen.
Just the living room alone was almost the size of half a cat cafe. Rong Mian felt that Zhong Yi must be very wealthy because everything he owned seemed to be big and nice.
But what Rong Mian didn’t know was that Zhong Yi didn’t often live in City C. This house was just a convenient place he bought a few years ago for filming, and it could only be considered a relatively comfortable resting place.
Zhong Yi casually hung up his clothes, and Rong Mian followed behind him, reminding him once again in a soft voice, “You didn’t keep your promise.”
Zhong Yi ignored him and simply said, “Change your shoes.”
Zhong Yi turned on the lights in the living room and casually put away the keys, then watered the flowers and plants in the house.
Turning back around, he saw Rong Mian sitting on the sofa, slowly stuffing his feet into slippers.
Inexplicably, Zhong Yi had a strange feeling, as if he had brought a little lover home.
Zhong Yi was really at a loss.
He had been trying his best all day to maintain a safe distance from this child, but in the end, something unexpected happened, and he ended up bringing the kid home.
Because Zhong Yi completely forgot about the promise he made earlier to provide meals every day.
Zhong Yi thought that the focus of their agreement was about acting, but he didn’t expect that this child seemed to only remember the part about being fed every day.
At that time, Zhong Yi was just casually mentioning it, but he didn’t expect Rong Mian to remember it so clearly, not missing a single word. Rong Mian looked at him so intensely in the car, as if saying, “If you don’t feed me, I’ll get angry.”
Zhong Yi: “…Don’t you need to go back with your assistant?”
Rong Mian: “I already told Sandou earlier that I would eat with you first and then go back.”
Zhong Yi: “…”
Rong Mian looked at him disappointedly and said, “You promised me.”
“You were filming at noon today, so I didn’t disturb you and waited until now.”
He lowered his gaze and softly said, “And I kept our promise. I didn’t go to find Liu Yuanfeng all day.”
The mention of “our promise” sounded really heartbreaking. Zhong Yi knew that this kid must have come prepared.
Zhong Yi is not a person who doesn’t keep promises, but he also can’t magically conjure up cooked rice. In order to fulfill his promise, he ended up bringing the kid directly back home.
Like all cats, Rong Mian is cautious and observant when entering a new environment. He stands at the entrance, looking around vigilantly, before gradually relaxing and focusing his gaze on a diamond-patterned cushion on the living room sofa.
The cushion looks soft, with decorative tassels hanging from its corners, and Rong Mian’s eyes light up. As he tries to approach the cushion, he hears some movement coming from the kitchen. Rong Mian looks up and sees Zhong Yi with his back turned, opening the refrigerator door.
Rong Mian realizes something. After thinking for a moment, he earnestly advises Zhong Yi, “I love eating meat, but I don’t like vegetables and oranges.”
Zhong Yi finds this kid quite straightforward.
He doesn’t respond immediately, furrowing his brows. Then, as if remembering something, he suddenly asks, “Then, why were you eating canned cat food before…?”
Rong Mian is a bit confused, seemingly not understanding why Zhong Yi would ask such a question. “I actually don’t eat canned food very often.”
Rong Mian said, “I only treat myself to canned food occasionally when I’m not in a good mood.”
This time, Zhong Yi finally understood completely.
Eating canned food is probably within the realm of psychological disorders. It might be difficult to control during times of high stress and would likely require some psychological guidance in the future.
However, when it comes to not eating other foods properly, it’s probably just a matter of being a picky eater.
Zhong Yi thought about the ingredients in the refrigerator, and he had an idea in mind.
When he turned around, he noticed that Rong Mian was already sitting upright on the sofa, reaching out to curiously touch the tassel on the cushion.
So Zhong Yi said, “Come here, let’s do something.”
Rong Mian reluctantly withdrew his hand.
He went to the kitchen and observed the ingredients Zhong Yi took out: vegetables and meat, flour and a pan, as well as a few small round mushrooms soaking in water.
Rong Mian couldn’t figure out what Zhong Yi was going to make for him.
It wasn’t until Zhong Yi placed a peeler and a carrot in front of him that Rong Mian looked up and said, “I don’t like carrots.”
“Meat and vegetables need to be combined to avoid malnutrition. Once you have real skills, then you can make demands from others.”
Zhong Yi replied calmly, “You can’t expect rewards without putting in effort. Not everything will always go your way, and there won’t always be shortcuts for you.”
This is actually a profound sarcasm, and Zhong Yi thinks he has handled it very well.
—But in fact, Rong Mian couldn’t understand this level at all. After all, he didn’t really understand anything Zhong Yi said before, so he had learned to automatically filter out these incomprehensible words long ago.
Rong Mian just feels very hungry now.
He thought about it and realized that he could pick out the carrots later anyway. So he nodded and obediently picked up the peeler, held the carrot in his hand for a while, and tentatively started peeling the skin.
Zhong Yi felt like he was punching cotton.
Rong Mian wasn’t very skilled in using a peeler, and his movements were a bit clumsy. He scraped slowly, leaving the carrot bumpy, but he was very careful in his peeling.
Zhong Yi frowned as he watched and simply turned away, starting to mince the mushrooms on the side.
After a while, Rong Mian walked over holding the peeled carrot and said, “I’m done peeling it.”
Zhong Yi glanced at it and saw that he had peeled it quite cleanly. He nodded and took it, saying, “Not bad.”
Rong Mian blinked and then looked down at the palm of his hand, lost in thought.
Meanwhile, Zhong Yi efficiently chopped the carrots into small pieces and mixed them with minced mushrooms. He was so focused on his task that he didn’t notice the movement beside him.
Just as he finished washing his hands and was about to start kneading the dough, he heard the person next to him suddenly say, “I’m done peeling it.”
Zhong Yi raised his head in surprise and saw Rong Mian holding a stack of peeled vegetables in his arms. He was standing by Zhong Yi’s side, patiently waiting for a response.
According to Zhong Yi’s rough estimation, he see that Rong Mian was holding five peeled potatoes, four smooth carrots, and a mashed eggplant in his arms. It was probably the amount of vegetables a normal person would consume in a week.
Rong Mian must have peeled all the vegetables in the refrigerator.
Rong Mian looked at Zhong Yi, who remained silent, and tilted his head. He repeated, “I’m done peeling it.”
Just as Rong Mian eagerly anticipated a second round of praise, he saw the man standing opposite him seemingly inhale deeply in pain and say, “Go outside and wait.”
Rong Mian hadn’t realized that Zhong Yi was making wontons.
Other than his quirk of eating canned food, picky eaters were generally easy to handle. Zhong Yi’s strategy was to mix the vegetables and meat together — either you eat it all or you go hungry.
Chicken soup as the base, garnished with coriander, Rong Mian lowered his head. Carefully poking the wonton with chopsticks, he see carrots, mushrooms, and minced meat tightly mixed together, unable to separate.
Rong Mian was heartbroken.
He raised his head and said to Zhong Yi, “Liar.”
Zhong Yi remained indifferent, raising his chin and saying, “You try it first.”
Rong Mian cautiously looked at the carrots mixed in the meat filling for a while and whispered, “No.”
Rong Mian heard Zhong Yi click his tongue.
Just when Rong Mian was unhappily staring at the bowl of wontons, he suddenly felt the light above his head disappear. He raised his eyes in confusion and saw Zhong Yi standing up, bending down to stare at him from above.
In Zhong Yi’s hand was a spoon with a wonton in it.
The steam filled the air, the spoon slowly approached, and the edge touched Rong Mian’s lips – he couldn’t avoid it, and Zhong Yi directly fed the wonton into his mouth.
Rong Mian’s cheeks puffed up slightly. He stayed still for a moment, lowered his eyes, and then slowly and hesitantly chewed.
Zhong Yi asked him, “Is it delicious?”
Rong Mian didn’t say anything.
Zhong Yi was too lazy to indulge him again, sat back in his seat, drank a few sips of soup on his own, and when he looked up again, he saw Rong Mian with a serious expression, staring blankly at the wontons in the bowl.
One minute later, he picked up the spoon silently, and slowly started eating.
Zhong Yi suddenly felt like laughing.
Author’s note:
Rong Mian (seriously): Thank you for the starfish fish food and canned cat food you gave me. They are all delicious, and I ate until I was very full.
Footnotes
绿萝 = lǜluó, also known as Pothos is commonly grown as a houseplant, boasting pointed, heart-shaped green leaves that are sometimes variegated with white, yellow, or pale green striations.
Source : Internet
