Chapter 70 — I've Avenged You
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Neither Gu Mengyao nor Shen Yushu, both girls, could eat much. Back before Wei Zhao showed up, more than three-quarters of the food always went to waste. Still, for the sake of balanced nutrition, Uncle Qing kept to four dishes and a soup every day—or at the very least, three dishes and a soup.
Even the most accomplished chef could not make a single dish in too small a portion. For one thing, the heat would be hard to control; for another, the seasoning would be hard to balance. So to keep the flavor true, the portions were always the normal size.
After a few bites, Gu Mengyao found the food flat and tasteless. Before Wei Zhao arrived, she and Shen Yushu would chat about all sorts of amusing things as they ate, and a single meal could stretch past half an hour. Today, for some reason, her mind kept drifting back to the scene of Wei Zhao stepping forward last night at the bank.
Was the man a fool, or was he genuinely serious about his work? For the sake of a few tens of thousands of yuan, was there any need to stake his life on it? Gu Mengyao had no idea where her father had dug this fellow up, but her distaste for Wei Zhao seemed to have faded a good deal.
Was it simply because he had saved her yesterday? Fine, then—for the time being, she would keep him at her side. Having him around as a hired fist was a fine arrangement anyway.
"I'm full." The thought occurred to her that her attitude toward Wei Zhao had been rather despicable—having him eat only the leftovers really was too much.
"What's wrong? Yaoyao, why are you eating so little?" Shen Yushu looked at Gu Mengyao in surprise. She had barely touched her chopsticks—and only to the greens right in front of her.
"Nothing. I'm probably just a little tired." Gu Mengyao shook her head. "I'm going upstairs. You call Wei Zhao to come eat with you."
"Huh?" Shen Yushu blinked, caught off guard. What was Gu Mengyao playing at?
Gu Mengyao felt a restless irritation churning inside her. The person she loathed beyond anything had saved her yesterday—and when she had finally managed to scrape together a bit of goodwill toward him, he had turned all high and mighty. Hmph. Fine, if he wouldn't eat, then neither would she. Let him eat or not as he pleased.
Shen Yushu watched Gu Mengyao's somewhat haggard and weary back, blinking in confusion. Had last night's incident frightened her? No, that didn't make sense—a whole day and night had passed. That would be an awfully slow nervous reaction.
Shen Yushu set down her chopsticks and ran to the door of Wei Zhao's room. She knocked. "Hey, Mr. Arrow-Shield, come out and eat."
Wei Zhao opened the door and looked at Shen Yushu. "You called me?"
"Would I call Yaoyao 'Mr. Arrow-Shield'? In this whole villa, you seem to be the only one who qualifies as a 'Mister.'" Shen Yushu slapped her forehead. "Oh, that's right—there's also General Mighty and Brother Big Dog..."
"..." Wei Zhao was speechless. Comparing him to a dog?
"Come on, time to eat. I'm starving to death here." With that, Shen Yushu headed toward the dining room.
Wei Zhao glanced toward the dining room but did not see Gu Mengyao. Puzzled, he followed Shen Yushu in. "Where's the young lady?"
"You mean Yaoyao? She said she wasn't hungry—had a couple of bites and went upstairs." Shen Yushu pointed to the seat Gu Mengyao had just vacated. "Sit. Hurry up and eat, your rice is already served."
"Oh." Wei Zhao looked at the table and, sure enough, a bowl of rice had been set out in front of his place. Since Gu Mengyao had gone upstairs, there was no need for ceremony. Shen Yushu might be a bit of an odd, quirky thing, but at least she didn't make a fuss over every little thing.
Heh heh. Shen Yushu watched with wicked delight as Wei Zhao picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of food, put it in his bowl, and shoveled it into his mouth together with the rice. Her heart burst into bloom, and beneath the table she clenched her fist.