The Nutrition is Too Good - Chap 11.1

Rong Mian felt that Zhongyi’s cooking skills were slightly better than Kong Sandou’s.

The taste of the mixed carrot and minced meat fillings was acceptable, and the mushrooms were also fresh, but the chicken soup was the best.

His appetite was full, and he felt a little warm. Rong Mian hadn’t had such a comfortable meal in a long time. In his mind, Zhong Yi had transitioned from being a “strange cast member” to “a decent human friend.”

Rong Mian lowered his head and slowly finished the last sip of soup. Zhong Yi promptly asked, “When do you plan to leave?”

This question was quite rude, and a normal person would feel uncomfortable hearing it.

But Rong Mian was not an ordinary person. He just made a sound of agreement and took out his phone to send a message slowly. Then he looked up and said to Zhong Yi, “Sandou said she will be here in half an hour.”

Zhong Yi hummed.

Although Zhong Yi liked to tease this kid with his words, he didn’t want to be impolite and leave him here alone while he went back to his room.

But he also didn’t want to engage in any further conversation, giving the child any chance to have any wild thoughts. So Zhong Yi went to the living room and turned on the television, which he rarely used.

Rong Mian followed him and sat down on the nearby sofa.

Zhong Yi noticed that Rong Mian seemed to really like that black and white diamond-patterned rhombus pillow.

He lowered his head and first squeezed the corners of the pillow with his hands, then played with the tassels hanging from it for a while. Finally, his attention was drawn to the plot of the TV drama, and he watched for a while.

The boy’s profile was serene, and the changing light cast shadows on his soft eyelashes. He stared at the quarrelling mother-in-law and daughter-in-law on the TV, completely absorbed without blinking.

Zhong Yi saw that he was deeply engrossed and mischievously picked up the remote control, changing it to an antique appraisal program.

Then he watched as Rong Mian paused for a moment, staring at the host on the screen saying, “This is not a popular trend for wearing jewellery,” with a bewildered expression. It was evident that he didn’t understand.

But he didn’t say anything, just slowly lowered his head again and continued playing with the tassels on the pillow.

Zhong Yi always felt that this person was somehow different.

“Different” is a very vague word, but Zhong Yi couldn’t think of a better adjective to describe the person in front of him.

This boy was unique, as if he lacked basic emotional intelligence and shame, with a thick skin to a certain extent. He seemed completely oblivious to Zhong Yi’s sarcasm and couldn’t tell if he was pretending or genuinely didn’t care.

He always had a serene and slow demeanour.

But it’s not the kind of stillness that is wooden and dull. He has his own tricks and cunning. For example, just now he was playing with the pen cap and scratching the cardboard box in the car to attract his own attention.

He also knows that he has a pretty face and uses his physical advantages to get what he wants. For example, in the lounge with Liu Yuanfeng, or in the bathroom with himself.

But you can say that he has a lot on his mind, yet his emotional intelligence is shockingly low.

He is very greedy and will straightforwardly say things like “you’re a liar” or “I don’t want to eat.” His eyes are big and round, always staring at people directly, and the light in them is very pure, something that cannot be faked.

The purity in this temperament contradicts his ambitious actions in reality.

Zhong Yi really can’t understand how these two aspects can exist in one person at the same time.
When he looked up again, he noticed that Rong Mian had fallen asleep.

He still maintained the posture of hugging the pillow just now, but his body was relaxed on the sofa, his eyes silently closed, his eyelashes were thick, and his lips were slightly red, probably because he had just drunk hot soup.

The antique appraisal program on TV ended and an advertisement came on, causing Zhong Yi to lose focus for a moment.

Rong Mian’s phone vibrated in his embrace, and at the same time, his eyelashes trembled lightly. Zhong Yi averted his gaze.

Zhong Yi’s gaze fell on the milk powder advertisement on the TV, and he heard Rong Mian answer the phone, making a couple of “mm” sounds and ending with a muffled, nasal-sounding “good”.

“I’m leaving.”

Then Zhong Yi heard Rong Mian say to him, “Thank you for the wontons, they were delicious.”

Zhong Yi paused.

Rong Mian placed the pillow back on the sofa, straightened the tassels, and slowly got up, standing at the doorway to change his shoes.
Zhong Yi stared at the small section of slightly raised, soft black hair at the back of his head for a while.

He began to reflect on whether he had been too harsh with his words these past few days. Perhaps, while maintaining a reasonable distance, he could give some guidance to this child and they could get along well…

Just as Zhong Yi was contemplating whether or not to say something polite, he saw Rong Mian pause and turn around.

“However, can you not make rice with vegetables and meat mixed together tomorrow?” Rong Mian said seriously, “And the taste of the carrots is a quiet strong, you didn’t handle it well…”

Zhong Yi said expressionlessly, “Goodbye.”

Well, there were still those peeled vegetables lying in the refrigerator.

At the moment the door closed, Zhong Yi calmly thought, “It would be a waste not to eat. I’ll make dumplings with carrot and pork filling tomorrow.”

Of course, Zhong Yi didn’t have time to make it.

But the next morning, he still reminded Xu Youyou to buy two meals for lunch and specifically named his favorite private restaurant. It was a bit pricey, but the ingredients were fresh and the nutritional balance was relatively good.

Zhong Yi was afraid that this kid would give him trouble again, so he finally asked Xu Youyou to remember to add an extra crispy chicken leg.

However, Rong Mian didn’t get a chance to eat it because an unexpected guest arrived on the set.