Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

35. Are You Looking Down upon Me?

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

When Wei Qing came in, Yan Chuyang was sitting in the sofa and painting on his drawing board.

Hearing the coming footstep, Yan Chuyang turned his head and said hurriedly, “I’ve already put all ingredients in the kitchen and the vegetables are all clean. Don’t bother. Just braise some ribs and poach some sliced beef. That will be fine for me.”

Wei Qing said okay and looked at Yan Chuyang’s drawing board while changing his shoes. He said unhappily, “Why do you start painting as soon as you get home?”

Yan Chuyang smacked his mouth and said helplessly, “There’s an important international comic show in the upcoming June, and I want to participate in the competition.”

Wei Qing walked to Yan Chuyang’s side and found obvious fatigue in Yan Chuyang’s eyes, so he frowned and asked, “Is that competition that important? Is it really necessary to work days and nights?”

Yan Chuyang nodded abruptly, “It’s very important! It’s said the participant with the most votes would get a huge bonus and would hopefully become famous overnight. Moreover, the winner is allowed to visit Ghibli, the most famous comic studio in Japan. It’s always been my dream to visit Ghibli comic studio.”

“Oh,” said Wei Qing. He was not very interested in comics, nor could he understand Yan Chuyang’s passion. So he didn’t say much.

“Keep it up then.”

Yan Chuyang said okay and clenched his fists, “I’ll work very hard! Go to cook lunch.” He went back to work on his painting as soon as he finished.

Wei Qing had been staring at Yan Chuyang for a while, before he finally turned and went into the kitchen.

To be honest, when he took out the apron from the cabinet and put it on, he felt he was kinda like a father preparing dinner for his hard-working son who was preparing for an important examination.

Wei Qing had been living independently since he was a child. When he was eight years old, his “dumb” father handed a chain of keys to him and said cheekily, “My son, you have grown up. If your stay at home, you will affect my life with Uncle Zhuo, so I’ve bought a new house for you. You can move to that house.”

That was when Wei Qing understood that he was an extra person in that home.

Wei Qing was always having a desire of excellence. He firmly rejected the nanny Wei Dongsheng had employed for him and believed he could survive himself anyway.

So when other children knew nothing about cooking, he could already cook some noodles for himself.

Wei Qing skillfully turned on the stove and put an earthenware cooking pot on the stove. Then he put some olive oil at the bottom of that pot. When the oil was showing some smoke, he put the sliced beef and pre-arranged spice into the pot. Then he started stir frying with his spatula. He got everything orderly. His cooking style was quite elegant and comfortable.

When the beef’s color changed, he put several drops of sesame oil into the beef and stir fried several times. Then the kitchen was full of fresh and delicious scent of beef.

In fact, when Yan Chuyang came out of the college, he was already hungry. When he sniffed the scent, he became more hungry.

He held his breath and persevered a little bit longer, but finally, he could not help but stand up from the sofa and came into the kitchen.

“Wei Qing, have you finished?” Yan Chuyang stopped in front of the pot with a pair of shining eyes and swallowed.

“Don’t come over,” Wei Qing pushed him away. “Be careful for the splashing oil.”

Yan Chuyang moved two steps back and watched Wei Qing’s skillful movement. He said, “You seem to be good at cooking.”

Wei Qing replied, “yeah, I didn’t have much money back in school so I needed to buy all types of ingredients and cook them by myself.”

Yan Chuyang smacked his mouth and sat on the marble kitchen cabinet with the support of his hand. He said casually, “You are really a hard-working model. When I was very poor, all I could think about was to buy instant noodles, but you are capable of cooking.”

“That’s why,” Wei Qing put a spoonful of salt into the pot and said casually, “I’m taller than you.”

That hit home, and Yan Chuyang took a bite of the tomato beside him, “You are older than me so you are naturally taller than me.”

Wei Qing snorted, “I was taller than you when I was at your age.”

Yan Chuyang said “Tch” and kept silent.

Wei Qing turned to pick up the seasoning. When he saw the tomato in Yan Chuyang’s hand, he frowned and said, “I’ve not yet washed it. Stop eating and put it there.”

Yan Chuyang was frightened by Wei Qing’s louder voice and lowered his neck. Then he put the bitten tomato back to a plate beside him and said, “You are too exaggerating. I just had a bite of your tomato.”

Wei Qing took two to three tomatoes from the plate with a darkened face. He turned on the water tap and washed them several times before placing them on the chopping board. He was about to start cooking soup. And the tomato cubes were soup ingredients.

Seeing he had washed the tomato several times, Yan Chuyang reached out his hand again to get one, “Give me the one that I’ve bitten. You don’t need it anymore.”

Wei Qing raised his knife and looked at Yan Chuyang when he said, “Who told you I don’t need it? I bought only three tomatoes. If I gave you this one, the soup wouldn’t have enough ingredients.”

As he said, Wei Qing took out the bitten tomato from the plate and cut off that bite. He threw that part to the dustbin. Then he sliced the rest tomatoes and put tomato slices into the plate, ready to be put into the soup.

Looking at the small bite of tomato in the dustbin, Yan Chuyang mumbled unhappily, “It’s not dirty at all. Why did you throw away that part? Are you looking down upon me?”

Wei Qing opened the pot lid and put the tomato slices into the pot. Then he said frankly, “Yes, you are right. I’m looking down upon you. So don’t stay here. Come back to the living room.”

Perhaps Yan Chuyang was already very used to the pressure that Wei Qing gave him so he didn’t have any discomfort. When he found Wei Qing picked a spoonful of soup from the pot, he quickly jumped off the cabinet and leaned forward, “Is it salty? Let me taste it for you.”

Wei Qing shook his head and said, “No need.”

“Don’t be too courteous to me.” Yan Chuyang squeezed in front of Wei Qing and held Wei Qing’s arm. Then he leaned forward to taste that soup. That soup was shiny and having an attractive look.

Wei Qing became nervous immediately and hurriedly withdrew his hand. He said while frowning, “It’s still very hot. Go away!”

Before Yan Chuyang could have any reaction, his mouth was already very close to the spoon. But Wei Qing moved his arm away. Yan Chuyang didn’t taste the soup, but sucked Wei Qing’s thumb in his mouth instead.

They kept silent for two to three seconds.

Wei Qing could feel the warm and moist sense. Yan Chuyang’s extremely soft lips were blowing his mind as if a piece of feather.

Having felt a hot flow coming to his lower abdomen, Wei Qing frowned and suddenly pushed Yan Chuyang away. Yan Chuyang had no preparation at all, moved a step backward and fell back to the pot full of hot soup due to a loss of balance.

Wei Qing had sharp eyes and hurriedly held Yan Chuyang’s waist, trying to pull Yan Chuyang over to his chest.