Shi An wants to be romantic (1)

Chapter 152

In the café.

The beautiful woman with long hair lowered her head, absentmindedly stirring the coffee in her cup, and did not look at the man sitting opposite her for a long time. After a short silence, she seemed to have finally made up her mind and said:

"Let's break up."

The man was shocked, "Wh, what? Why? Did I do something wrong?"

The woman shook her head, a tired look on her face:

"No, you did nothing wrong."

"We have been together for ten years, you have never given me a birthday, no matter what the holidays are for you as if nothing exists, even "I love you" three words have never been exported, not to mention that you have not done any romantic things, from your body I do not feel you care about! "

The woman was getting agitated.

Finally, she took a deep breath and calmed down, "I'm tired."

She picked up her bag, stood up, and walked out the door past the disoriented man:

"I've found someone who cares more about me, let's split up."

The picture is fixed.

Shi An stares at the TV screen not far away, clutching a half-full bucket of popcorn, lost in thought.

Romance ...... thing?

He opened his cell phone and started searching.

After a quick glance at the list of spam articles recommended on the homepage, Shi An showed a look of realization.

So is this whole romance thing so important in human society!

"Men who aren't romantic don't deserve girlfriends!"

The line on the phone's screen was blackened and bolded and shocking.

Shi An's mind couldn't control a scene ...... Mu Hang was sitting in a cafe, his long silver hair falling over his shoulders, his blue eyes tearful:

"I'm Tired ......"

-Stop, stop.

Shi An winced, banishing the eerie image from her mind.

He lowered his head and looked toward his cell phone screen, a serious look on his face.

Should ...... try it?

*

As soon as Mu Hang arrived home, he heard a "boom" from a short distance away.

The ground shook, deafening, a gray-black mushroom cloud floated up, in between which could be vaguely felt floating gold-red sparks, it looked as if the extinction of the world's catastrophe descended in general.

Mu Hang was startled and immediately rushed over as fast as he could toward where the flames had risen.

In the midst of the roaring flames, a gray Little dragon was seen slowly and leisurely flying out of it.

The original silver-white scales were covered with a layer of soot.

He sneezed twice, sending out two clouds of smoke with sparks.

Mu Hang: "......"

He was silent for two seconds and spoke slowly, "What happened?"

The little gray dragon blinked his reddish-gold eyes, looking embarrassed and shy about being caught in the bag, and he moved his two paws and whispered, "I want to try making something tasty on my own ......"

Mu Hang craned his head to look at the house burning in a blazing fire:

"And then?"

Shi An: "......"

Shi An: "There is no more."

Mu Hang: "......"

The magic puppets that discovered the fire came from all directions, using the fastest speed to put out the blazing fire, not letting the fire spread to the other locations of the manor, even though they saved the scene in time, this part of the house in front of them had been burned beyond recognition, and wanting to be repaired would require at least a week's worth of time.

Mu Hang sighed somewhat helplessly and reached out to take Shi An into his arms.

The little gray dragon nestled obediently in his arms, not moving a muscle as if it knew it had done something wrong.

Mu Hang wipes a little of the soot and dirt off of him with a soft, moist pad, patient and meticulous, while Shi An cooperates by spreading his wings and raising his claws and paws, letting the other man rub his scales to a silvery shine.

After everything, Mu Hang asked:

"So hungry?"

Shi An thought about it and shook his head.

He didn't cook because he was hungry.

"I'm afraid it's a little late to have the magical dolls cook."

Mu Hang ponders for a few seconds and says, "Come on, let's go back to the city."

The metal-made key was inserted into the lock hole with a clear friction-crash sound.

The door to the room was pushed open to reveal a spacious and simple room.

The broken lines left on the walls earlier had already been repaired, leaving only smooth and flat walls, and everything was cleaned up and tidy, as if the previous typhoon-like mess had never appeared.

In the foyer are fresh ingredients that Mu Hang just called and ordered, and the vegetables' tender green leaves still have dew on them.

Shi An watched curiously as Mu Hang walked into the kitchen carrying vegetables and meat, lifting his hands and neatly tying his long, silver-white hair behind his head.

"What do you want to eat?"

The other raised his eyes and looked over, a pair of blue eyes illuminated by the sunlight.

"...... Hmm? Huh?"

Shi An froze and subconsciously made a monotonous questioning sound.

Mu Hang patiently repeated, "What was the recipe you just wanted to try?"

Shi An returns to human form.

He had now found a way to switch between dragon form and human form without causing his clothes to disappear, the principle was actually quite simple, but it took some time to work out the morphing of the magic spells, and it took a number of attempts and studies before he had finally mastered it - life had certainly become easier, but Mu Hang seemed to feel a little sorry for it. But Mu Hang seems to have some regrets about it.

Shi An fished out his cell phone and somewhat less skillfully pronounced the name of the dish above, which was quite unfamiliar to him.

Mu Hang thinks briefly and nods:

"Good."

He skillfully rolled up his sleeves, revealing small, well-defined, sturdy arms.

Shi An was a little less convinced, "You would?"

Mu Hang : "Occasionally I try."

He thought for a moment and said, "But at an average level."

Shi An's eyes lit up slightly as she stared at the glistening cookware and assorted spice bottles, "I'll help!"

Mu Hang smiled:

"Good."

Ten minutes later.

Mu Hang falls silent: "......"

He probably understood how Shi An had blown up that earlier kitchen.

So Shi An was politely asked to leave the kitchen.

Mu Hang was alone in the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans clanking and clashing coming from a short distance away every now and then.

Although the drama he had been indulging in lately was playing in front of his eyes, Shi An was a bit distracted, and there seemed to be some kind of magic within that small space that made him always unable to resist looking in that direction from time to time.

The scent of food grew stronger in the air, and although Shi An had just said she wasn't hungry, her stomach was honestly rumbling.

As he was about to resist rushing in to see the progress, the kitchen door was pulled open.

Mu Hang stepped out with his plate, and before he had a chance to speak, the other man rolled over in a gust of wind and sat down at the table as fast as he could, without even needing to initiate a greeting.

The teenager sat upright at the table, his eyes shining brightly as he looked over, his eyes glued to the plate he held in his hands, as if he had been impatient for a long time.

Mu Hang proved to be a practical man.

There is no discrepancy between his level and his own description of it.

While the control of the various materials used is accurate to the gram, ...... is really average.

Mu Hang clips a chopstick into his mouth and frowns slightly.

He hadn't really had much of a physical sense about it before, after all, the goal was efficiency, so he had never minded the level of his craftsmanship in the past, as long as it could be imported.

But now ......

Mu Hang noticed that the dishes he made seemed a bit hard to swallow compared to the rigorously trained and programmed puppets.

He looked to Shi An with some trepidation.

But what I didn't expect was that Shi An, although she had been raised to be very mouthy during this time, now ate quickly and satisfactorily, as if she didn't mind at all that there was any difference in quality between this meal and what she had eaten before, could it be that ...... she was really hungry?

"How?"

Mu Hang asked tentatively.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

Shi An nods vigorously as she picks at her meal, barely able to speak in reply.

At the end of the meal, all the dishes were put into the automatic dishwasher, and Shi An, already with a rounded stomach, yawned lazily in Mu Hang's lap.

Mu Hang brushed the teenager's fine, limp hair in one motion, his long, slender fingers weaving in and out of the other man's hair, warm fingertips rubbing over his scalp.

Shi An squinted contentedly as she was made very comfortable by the smoothing of her fur.

Mu Hang thought for a moment and asked, "...... Don't you think it's bad?"

Shi An yawned and rubbed herself into the other's arms, saying absently, "Don't think so eh."

He lifted his dense, pitch-black lashes and looked from top to bottom, the golden russet pupils of his eyes glittering with a jewel-like halo in the sunlight:

"You're doing a great job!"

The young man's demeanor was innocent, his expression pure and sincere, as if he found it very delicious from the bottom of his heart.

Mu Hang's hand paused.

"Is there anything you want more?"

He asked seriously.

Shi An winks, "Ice cream!"

Mu Hang: "......"

He thought for a moment and replied, "Let me try."

Under magical control, the fruit is frozen and crushed, fixed with whipped cream to create a dense smoothie texture, and then delivered to Shi An in a small glass bowl.

Fine droplets of water condensed on the outside of the glass bowl, wetting the teenager's palm.

Shi An gaped slightly, "Wow ......"

Under the sunlight, the teenager's eyes were dazzling and brilliant as he ate, and Mu Hang stared at Shi An, his eyes softening slightly as the corners of his lips subconsciously rose.

Looks like we'll be in the kitchen more from now on.

He reached out with his fingertips and gently swiped the milk stain from the tip of the teenager's nose, thinking absently.

--at least level up a bit.

After eating her fill, Shi An yawns, her eyelids getting a little heavier.

...... always feel like I'm forgetting something.

What was it again?