bayedsolid Chapter 572 The Little Demon 33
Chapter 572 The Little Demon 33
There was a spot for him next to the kitchen bar stool.
He didn't sit directly opposite Yun Chu, but chose a spot diagonally to the side where he could see the bowl but not be too close, maintaining a polite distance that no longer meant they were looking at each other from across the river.
He placed both hands on the countertop, his well-defined fingers gently curling on the cool marble surface before picking up the spoon.
Yun Chu also served herself a small bowl, sat down diagonally opposite him, and quietly began to eat the egg she had peeled. She lowered her head slightly, secretly watching the movements over there out of the corner of her eye.
Bai Muyuan moved slowly, as if he was savoring each bite carefully.
He lowered his head slightly and gently blew on the scalding hot porridge, his long neck drawing a graceful arc in the morning light.
He finally scooped up a small spoonful and put it in his mouth.
After taking the first bite, he paused for a moment.
Yun Chu's heart skipped a beat, and she wondered anxiously: Was there too much ginger?
he does not like?
However, she then noticed a subtle change in him—his lips, which were always slightly pursed and sharply defined, seemed to relax a tiny, almost imperceptible, sag.
He didn't even look up, his eyes fixed intently on the porridge in the bowl. His Adam's apple bobbed silently as he scooped up another spoonful. This time, the intervals between his breaths were noticeably shorter.
The porridge was clearly still very hot, but he seemed oblivious to the scorching heat and ate the second bite even faster than before.
The kitchen became even quieter, with only the occasional clinking of cutlery against porcelain bowls and the soft sounds of chewing and swallowing.
The sunlight moved slowly, and the beam of light had climbed from the edge of the sink to the center of the island platform, like a flowing golden river, separating the two on opposite banks, yet miraculously enveloping them both in a warm circle.
No one spoke.
Bai Muyuan ate with focused silence, as if this was the most important thing at the moment.
His expression remained indifferent, but the icy coldness that kept people at a distance seemed to have been quietly melted away by the rising heat and the warm food, revealing a subtle, focused tranquility.
He even added another bowl of porridge, though his movements remained restrained and quiet.
Yun Chu watched him finish eating the egg, wipe his fingers clean with a tissue, and then quietly stack the small plates and bowls in front of him neatly and push them back to the center of the table.
Her tension had vanished without a trace, replaced by a peculiar sense of ease.
Being able to silently share a simple yet comforting breakfast with someone who hardly speaks before the start of such a tense variety show recording has an unexpected healing power.
After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, Bai Muyuan put down the spoon with a practiced, light, and silent motion.
He didn't get up immediately. His gaze fell on the porcelain bowl, which only had a little bit of gold left on the rim. After a moment, he finally raised his eyes and his gaze lingered on Yun Chu for about a second.
His gaze was still deep, but the piercing coldness he had felt when he first saw her that morning had faded. In fact, Yun Chu seemed to catch a trace of almost imperceptible... gentleness in it.
Perhaps it's just an illusion caused by light and shadow?
His thin lips parted slightly, and his deep voice echoed in the warm kitchen. This time, two clear words reached Yun Chu's ears:
"Thank you."
His tone remained calm, yet carried a heavy weight, like the first drop of water falling from a melting glacier onto a tranquil sea, stirring up silent but profound ripples.
After saying that, he stood up, his movements swift and decisive, without uttering any further words, and turned to leave the kitchen.
The cool sea breeze of early morning slipped in through the cracks in the window, carrying away the last trace of food aroma lingering on him, but the "thank you" and the image of his profile quietly drinking porridge in the morning light remained in the air where the warmth had not yet dissipated.
As dawn broke, the villa gradually awoke. The lingering warmth and aroma in the kitchen, like a gentle messenger, guided the people who were coming downstairs one after another.
Zhang Man was the first to be drawn by the smell. "Wow! What smells so good?"
She sniffed exaggeratedly and strode into the restaurant, immediately spotting the casserole dish kept warm on the stove and the food laid out on the table.
"Wow! Sister Yun Chu? You're up so early! This...you made all of this?" She picked up a warm boiled egg and looked at Yun Chu, who had just taken off her apron, with surprise.
Li Siqi followed closely behind, as did Li Wenkai, who was still a little sleepy, also attracted by the fragrance.
“It smells so warm,” Li Siqi said softly. “Yun Chu, you’ve worked hard.”
Li Wenkai's gaze fell precisely on a few pieces of wood shavings of varying sizes and a small carving knife left on the corner of the dining table, which he had left behind last night and forgotten to put away.
Looking at the exquisite and refreshing breakfast in front of him, he didn't say anything, but simply nodded slightly to Yun Chu, his eyes filled with genuine appreciation.
Yunshuang was the last to come downstairs. When she saw her younger sister surrounded by people, her face was full of surprise and pride: "Oh my, it's our Chuchu! I knew the kitchen smelled so good, it really is you! You can't stay still at home, and it's the same here!"
She affectionately put her arm around Yun Chu's shoulder, her face full of pride.
Zhang Yihang swaggered in with slightly messy hair, picked up a bowl of porridge, and without caring about the heat, took a big gulp. Then he exaggeratedly gave a thumbs up: "Mmm! Delicious! Luo Yunchu, you're amazing! This cooking skill is good enough to open a restaurant!"
His languid tone, coupled with sincere praise, made him seem particularly persuasive.
The Li siblings each served themselves a bowl.
Li Wenkai ate quietly, but quickly; the boiled egg was soon reduced to just the shell.
Li Siqi savored the porridge in small sips, saying, "The ginger is just right, it's warm but not pungent, and the millet is cooked perfectly." Her smile and voice were as gentle and comforting as the porridge itself.
Bai Muze also came down. He looked around and noticed that his brother seemed to have just finished breakfast. A knowing yet amused smile flashed across his face.
He didn't point it out, but went to the dining table and served himself and his brother, who wasn't there, a bowl of porridge each, keeping them warm before sitting down to eat, his demeanor as elegant as ever.
"Good morning, Yun Chu," he said gently to Yun Chu, who was tidying up the table. "Thank you for breakfast. It's a very heartwarming experience."
Only Bai Muyuan's figure disappeared, but the plate of porridge he had eaten two bowls of and the peeled egg silently proved his "participation".
A simple yet heartfelt breakfast, like a gentle spring breeze, completely dispelled the last trace of unfamiliarity and distance from our first meeting yesterday.
Laughter and the aroma of food mingled, injecting fresh and abundant energy into the new day's recording.
With the director team issuing new instructions, the three-day recording of the main feature film "The Palm and the Back of the Hand" officially began.
The first day of the official recording of "The Palm and the Back of the Hand" began amidst the sea breeze and morning light.
The villa was fully illuminated by the sunlight, and the lingering awkwardness from last night seemed to have been largely dispelled by that simple breakfast, with a sense of awakened vitality flowing in the air.
As soon as the director's instructions were given, the guests quickly got into the zone.
Yun Chu was busy among the crowd.
Whether it's following the director's instructions on where to stand, handing over tools during the first team collaboration task, or whispering to her sister, her actions are always meticulous and thoughtful, just like when cooking porridge in the kitchen in the early morning.