Became a vicious male mother

27, male mother

"what are you doing?"

Lin Cheng'an was standing outside the door without anyone noticing, without making a sound.

Gu Xinglan was startled.

The more he looked at the note, the stranger it seemed, and his hand found itself touching the paper on its own.

"The handwriting... is quite beautiful."

Standard English print.

Gu Xinglan awkwardly withdrew her hand, walked to the door, and took the basin of hot water from Lin Cheng'an.

Thank you. Are you hungry?

Lin Chengan raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"The child's stomach was growling just now, so he probably hasn't eaten." Gu Xinglan said with a helpless smile, "I'd like to cook something for him."

"We only have tomatoes at home," Lin Chengan said, shrugging sheepishly.

System: [The original owner's rented room had unopened dried noodles; the expiration date was acceptable.]

Cooking it until it's very soft makes it easier to digest.

"I have some noodles over there, can I cook some for you?"

"No need, I've already eaten." After saying that, Lin Cheng'an walked to the table and picked up two bright red fruits.

"Here are two tomatoes for you."

Lin Chengan's rented room just happened to lack a kitchen, containing only a small electric cooker.

System: [The original owner had an induction cooker, which he took from the program crew while hosting a program that sponsored electrical appliances.]

Can such a good thing really happen?

Gu Xinglan didn't stand on ceremony and took the two tomatoes.

It was close to one o'clock in the evening.

People gradually came into view in the building's corridors: workers finishing their night shifts and those heading to theirs. The noisy footsteps rose and fell, along with the faint sounds of televisions, short videos playing aloud, and young couples arguing hysterically. At the same time, the air was filled with the pungent smell of cigarettes and alcohol, the greasy smell of instant noodles, and cheap perfume, all mixed together, tormenting not only the hearing but also the sense of smell, launching a full-scale attack on the nerves.

Gu Xinglan quickly slipped back next door with two tomatoes in her hand.

They found an induction cooker and a packet of noodles in some hidden corner.

There's a lot of stuff and a lot of dust. There's a communal kitchen in the hallway, but it's definitely dirtier than the original owner's dusty rental apartment.

Gu Xinglan was carrying several things when she went out and was almost startled by a cockroach rushing towards her.

With a "whoosh".

Xiaoqiang was trampled underfoot by a swift afterimage.

The owner of the afterimage was none other than Lin Cheng'an from next door. He was holding two eggs in his hand, his glasses covering his bangs, and he smiled and said, "I went to ask the landlord for some eggs to cook you noodles."

"Thank you... Do you have a three-prong outlet? I'd like to cook noodles at your place." Gu Xinglan pursed her lips shyly and looked at Lin Cheng'an.

After saying that, he never got up again.

It's a strange feeling, a life experience that can't be described with pen and paper.

People living in urban villages never lack the warmth of everyday life, but this warmth is devoid of any coziness; instead, it's filled with resentment and a sense of helplessness. Rent, utilities, and meager wages can quickly escalate into conflict, with minor issues like clothes not drying on a rainy day turning into arguments every two or three days.

But now, what lies before us is the purest warmth of everyday life, so cozy that we just want time to stand still.

"Okay, cook it at my place." Lin Cheng'an adjusted his glasses and turned around.

His tone sounded harsh and cold.

Gu Xinglan felt a little embarrassed and lowered her eyelids.

It's one thing to stay somewhere, but now I'm even cooking noodles in someone else's house.

"Hey, let's grab a bite to eat sometime, it'll be on me."

Talking about electricity bills created distance, but the other person had already disappeared into the hallway.

Helpless, Gu Xinglan could only carry the things inside.

He might suffer himself, but why would he let his child suffer? What if the child gets gastroenteritis from using a public kitchen?

There are no servants at your beck and call in Changgu Villa, nor a high-end living experience. In this small place, even cooking is a problem.

How can a person not break down when they swing from one extreme to another?

While waiting for the water to boil, Gu Xinglan looked up at the half-closed door across the way.

All you can see are the child's slightly curled fingers.

System: [Don't actually think of yourself as the mother of the task target.]

"male."

System: [This system does not recognize gender; a male mother is still a mother.]