Chapter 19 — How Much Can She Possibly Love to Eat?
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"Hey, Xiaoshu says the noodles you cooked for us were delicious." Shen Yushu turned around, took the glass of water Wei Zhao was holding out, and shot him a glare — meaning, don't you go flapping your mouth off.
"Oh..." Wei Zhao nodded woodenly, understanding what Shen Yushu meant. In his heart he thought: I haven't even eaten my fill yet. I should have cooked a bit more.
"What are you standing there for? I can't eat a thing with you standing there." Gu Mengyao had not noticed the little exchange between Wei Zhao and Shen Yushu; seeing him planted there and making no move to leave, she frowned at once. Gu Mengyao was not yet in the habit of letting a man watch her eat.
Wei Zhao turned and left the dining room, heading for his own room. There was no point in losing his temper at this sort of pampered young miss. By comparison, Shen Yushu, for all her sly cleverness, was far easier to talk to than Gu Mengyao.
Wei Zhao meant to go tidy up his schoolbag. He had long since taught himself the whole high school curriculum, but it was his first day of school after all — he ought to at least put on a show, oughtn't he?
"So good! Is there any more?" Gu Mengyao had finished the entire big bowl of yangchun noodles, not leaving so much as a drop of broth.
"That's all. If you want more, get Wrigley to make you some." Shen Yushu was bewildered — how was it that Gu Mengyao ate and ate and never grew fat? Every time she ate more than Shen Yushu, yet she weighed several jin less.
In truth, Shen Yushu was not fat either; she was simply not as tall as Gu Mengyao, which made her look a shade plumper. Fortunately, the surplus flesh had gone to her chest and hips, and this gave her a small private smugness.
"Don't mention him." Still greedy, Gu Mengyao licked the noodle broth from her chopsticks, regretful. Ask Wei Zhao for more? In her dreams.
At this display, several more black lines sprouted across Shen Yushu's brow. In her heart she thought: Yaoyao, oh Yaoyao, why are you so fond of Wei Zhao's saliva?
Once the two had finished their noodles, they ran upstairs to wash up and change. Wei Zhao, meanwhile, went to the dining room to clear the bowls and chopsticks from the table. Of course, he did not yet know that he need not have done it — every day, Uncle Qing sent servants to clean the villa. But Wei Zhao was used to doing such things at home, and saw nothing amiss in it.
While Wei Zhao was washing the dishes, General Mighty slipped into the kitchen. Catching sight of Wei Zhao, he widened his eyes with a measure of hostility and watched him warily. Wei Zhao simply could not be bothered with him. Seeing that Wei Zhao paid him no mind, General Mighty, having made a fool of himself, glared a while longer and then turned and left.
It must be said that dogs are remarkably sensitive creatures; they can keenly sense dangerous beings stronger than themselves. Only, Wei Zhao made no aggressive move, and so General Mighty did not dare provoke him lightly.
He quickly washed the bowls and chopsticks clean and put them in the sterilizer. By then Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu had finished washing up and changed out of their house clothes into pretty outfits.
Although the school rules held that, barring special circumstances, students ought to wear uniforms, few actually observed the rule — high schoolers especially, who had minds of their own and were not so obedient as primary school children.
There were exceptions, of course — Wei Zhao, for one. Fingering the fabric of the uniform, Wei Zhao was delighted: this clothing was really fine quality, much better than the few garments he had brought with him. So for Wei Zhao, this was currently the best piece of clothing he owned.
It was true that Wei Zhao had worn plenty of fine clothes when he went out training with Old Man Wei, but Old Man Wei always said those clothes were rented, and they were returned afterward.