Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 754 Rude!

"not going."

Lu Chusheng opened the kitchen door and quietly watched Yu Shijiu chatting excitedly with He Lingling about what to eat for dinner.

"Shi Jiu will have dinner at home tonight."

"..."

Yu Shijiu frowned, about to object to what they were having for dinner at home, when her nose twitched.

The aroma of fresh soup wafted from the kitchen behind Lu Chusheng, instantly filling the not-so-large living room.

Yu Shijiu swallowed back the words she was about to say in rebuttal and nodded happily:

"Sister Lingling, I think I can skip going to Sister An's place tonight. Look, Brother Lu even cooked for me, so shouldn't I stay home and try it out to see if it tastes good or something..."

Perhaps realizing that what she had said earlier wasn't quite right, Yu Shijiu added, "...Otherwise, wouldn't that be impolite?"

He Lingling: "..."

He Lingling smelled the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen, glanced at the tall man by the kitchen door with a complicated expression, and felt an increasingly strange and inexplicable emotion welling up inside her.

...From the first time Lu Chusheng met Yu Shijiu, his attitude towards him was rather strange. Although one could explain it by Lu Chusheng preferring younger players—it's still quite odd!

There are many players in the town around Yu Shijiu's age. Although Lu Chusheng treats them relatively gently, none of them require him to personally come to their homes to cook for them!

He Lingling felt that she had suffered severe "mental trauma" and could not even hear Yu Shijiu's rambling voice clearly.

It wasn't until He Lingling was seen out that the sweltering heat of the setting sun, leaving the air-conditioned room, jolted her awake.

"Sister Lingling," Yu Shijiu said, standing by the door with some reluctance, "Are you really not having dinner with me?"

Behind him was Lu Chusheng, who had walked over at some point: "Sorry, Shi Jiu, I didn't cook much rice, just enough for two people."

Yu Shijiu turned around and said matter-of-factly, "Two people are enough."

Lu Chusheng: "..."

He Lingling: "..."

When He Lingling felt Lu Chusheng's icy gaze fall on her again, she shivered and immediately said:

"I'm going back, I'm going back. I still need to buy some ingredients for Brother Chen to take back and cook. You guys eat first, Jiu, I have to go back too—"

boom!

Lu Chusheng reached out and closed the door.

From behind the door came faint sounds of Yu Shijiu's astonishment and confusion, and Lu Chusheng's raised voice: "Leaving the door open is a waste of electricity."

And Lu Chusheng's somewhat unnatural tone: "Besides, the dishes and soup will get cold quickly, and they will taste terrible if we don't eat them soon."

This sentence successfully stopped Yu Shijiu from trying to open the door.

“Okay,” He Lingling heard Yu Shijiu’s voice, “then let’s hurry up and go eat.”

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, He Lingling outside the door gave the closed door the middle finger—specifically, to Lu Chusheng.

There's a reason why people go bald, as expected. Not only is he old, but he's also impolite. It's outrageous that the chairman of the inspection team is such a rude person.

With an upset stomach, resentment, and a head full of doubts, He Lingling angrily left after giving the middle finger.

Behind the bushes, the black-robed player, who appeared to have suffered heatstroke, finally regained consciousness after the sun went down.

"hiss."

He rubbed his head vigorously, looking at his motionless companion beside him, and said with a headache:

"Why are we still here?"

"Where else can we go if we don't stay here?"

Watching He Lingling's departing figure, her companion sneered:

"Everywhere is sunny, but at least here there's some shade. Going out elsewhere would leave you baked to a crisp."

The black-robed player, just waking up: "...So what was I just now—"

"He has heatstroke."

His companion looked at him and said seriously, "I fed you a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, which is worth 25 points. Now transfer it to me, thank you."

"..."

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"You can cook?"

Yu Shijiu turned around excitedly and wanted to run into the kitchen, her bare feet pattering on the floor.

Lu Chusheng quickly grabbed his arm and bent down to place the slippers behind the door next to Yu Shijiu's feet.

Don't go barefoot.

Lu Chusheng said, "It's easy to catch a cold."

Yu Shijiu, who was just about to get angry: "..."

He looked at Lu Chusheng several times with an indescribable expression, and finally said seriously:

"How old are you?"

Is he really in his twenties? He doesn't look it. That tone and those words... well, Brother Chen sometimes talks like that.

Yu Shijiu remembered that Chen Yi was almost forty, so could it be that Lu Chusheng was actually more than twenty years old... just looked younger?

"twenty five."

Seeing that he wasn't moving, Lu Chusheng bent down, squatted down, lifted the boy's foot, and put it into the slippers, adding:

"I just turned twenty-five."

Yu Shijiu exclaimed "Ah!" and tilted her head, asking, "Just now? When did this happen?"

"..." Lu Chusheng was unusually embarrassed when he didn't expect Yu Shijiu to ask such a question. Countless words surged in his throat, but he finally told the truth.

"Six months ago."

Yu Shijiu: "..."

Yu Shijiu paused for a few seconds, then wrinkled her nose: "That's quite a long time."

Lu Chusheng's ears turned slightly red, and he changed the subject: "I made mutton soup and braised pork, as well as two refreshing cold dishes. I haven't made them in a long time. I don't know if you'll like them."

Lamb soup is difficult to make.

Not only does it require immense patience to thoroughly clean the mutton step by step, but it also requires the continuous addition of various spices to remove the mutton's gamey smell... and finally, it takes time to stew a delicious and flavorful soup.

Lu Chusheng spent almost the entire afternoon busy stewing mutton soup.

"like."

Yu Shijiu isn't picky about food. If it tastes good, he'll eat a lot; if it doesn't taste good, he won't waste it and will finish it all.

But the two words he's saying now are true.

It wasn't just the aroma wafting from the kitchen, but more... actually, it was because of his "dream".

That is, the past that he slowly remembered.

In my memory, Lu Chusheng, who looked so young, had also secretly cooked meals for him time and time again.

Um... it's like using a basket tied with a rope, putting the tightly wrapped food inside, and then Yu Shijiu slowly pulling it up to the windowsill.

"nice! You love it."

Lu Chusheng strode past Yu Shijiu toward the kitchen. "I'll get the dishes. Can you clean up the table?"

Yu Shijiu nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, of course."

As he spoke, he quickly began cleaning up the "trash" on the coffee table—to be precise, a pile of snacks that he and He Lingling had eaten indiscriminately that afternoon.

Hmm... Actually, it's just so wonderful to be able to lean back, lie down, or lounge around eating snacks, chatting and laughing with friends, and oh, petting cats too.