Chapter 9 Are you feeling uncomfortable?
The owner of the black eyes looked at her face politely.
Perhaps he didn't know how to face someone who was looking at him with a nauseous expression, so he didn't say anything for a while.
The dim restaurant fell into a suffocating silence.
After a few seconds, the man said, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Yu Jingmo stood up, smoothed his chest, and suppressed the nausea. "It's okay. I ate too much."
Hearing this, Lin Hui looked at her a few more times, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
He still remembered that she had a midnight snack last night, but she was not like many girls who ate very little dinner, let alone a midnight snack.
"There are stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets in the medicine box. Don't eat so much next time."
There was a calm expression in the man's dark eyes, and Yu Jingmo knew that this was a polite reminder from the other party.
"Thank you."
She didn't really want to, but it was a habit of hers.
Whether she was ordering takeout or cooking some semi-finished food like she did today, she would always overestimate herself and find it difficult to finish the food.
But it will be the same next time. I will feel it is not enough before eating it, and feel it is too much when eating it.
Yu Jingmo sighed silently and went into the kitchen with the bowl.
After washing the bowl, he looked at the white wontons in the pot with some distress, and found a big bowl to scoop them up, filling it up just enough.
Save it for breakfast tomorrow.
The food left overnight was not that delicious, but Yu Jingmo had long been accustomed to it.
Find a layer of plastic wrap and put it on the bowl, then put it in the refrigerator.
When I turned around, I was met with familiar black eyes again.
She paused and explained, "I cooked too many wontons and planned to save them for tomorrow."
As for asking the other person if they want to eat, she knows what she has cooked :)
But she didn't expect that as soon as she put her hand on the refrigerator door, she heard the other party say: "It's best not to eat overnight food."
Yu Jingmo blinked, his expression unchanged, "I know, it's not that I cooked too much, it's not good to throw it away."
"If you don't mind," Lin Hui hesitated for a moment, "can you give it to me?"
Yu Jingmo's hands felt a little sore from holding the bowl, and he almost dropped it when he heard that.
She turned her head, "Are you sure? I overcooked it a little. It's not that tasty."
Lin Hui came over and took the heavy bowl, "It's okay."
He didn't have high demands on the quality of life. He had too much to do in the afternoon and only drank a cup of coffee.
I was so hungry that I didn't feel like eating anything, but when I walked in, I smelled something delicious, and the hunger that I had suppressed before came flooding back.
He came in just to get some bread or something to satisfy his hunger, but cold food is no match for hot food.
Yu Jingmo followed the man out of the kitchen in silence, his eyes falling on the man's slender and handsome hands.
The veins on the back of his hand were slightly bulging from holding a heavy object, which was very eye-catching.
But she was in no mood to appreciate it.
To be honest, she didn’t care whether the appearance of the wontons would affect Lin Hui’s appetite, but she didn’t want others to judge her imperfect work.
The man was tall and straight, and with his long legs he reached the dining table in just a few steps.
Lin Hui put the bowl down and removed the plastic wrap. After taking a thorough look at what was inside the bowl, he remained calm.
The man's speed was not slow, but his movements were pleasing to the eye, and even the bowl of wontons that looked like a paste looked a lot more upscale.
The original text was a youth campus novel, and there was not much description of Lin Hui. Her impression of him was just that he was "super rich."
Now there are a few more points: handsome and well-educated.
Yu Jingmo was thinking about something and was about to go to the kitchen to wash the pot, but Lin Hui looked up and said, "I'll wash it together later."
Yu Jingmo was not polite, "Then I'll go up first."
Lin Hui nodded, and as Yu Jingmo turned around, he saw Lin Qingchuan appear at the door.
"..."
His eyes first fell on the bowl in front of his father, and then looked at Yu Jingmo.
He turned and left with a slightly complicated look.
Yu Jingmo knew that he must have misunderstood something.
However, neither of the two parties took it to heart.
After Yu Jingmo returned to his room to wash up, he continued to revise the painting he had drawn before and went to bed on time at 10:30.
I woke up early the next day as usual.
While having breakfast, she saw Lin Qingchuan seemed to be hesitant to speak.
But she didn't ask, because she wasn't the one who was feeling suffocated anyway.
Lin Qingchuan said nothing in the end.
Yu Jingmo was still drawing for the whole morning. After lunch, she uploaded both pictures to Weibo.
In about a day, the number of followers of the account was about to exceed 200, and there were several people who sent private messages asking about cooperation.
But Yu Jingmo didn't accept any of them. One reason was that the collaborations now were all very small, and there might even be scammers.
Second, she is not short of money.
Before today, the paintings she posted were just small-scale and not very detailed, and there was nothing special about them in the eyes of more professional people.
But today’s two big scenes are a little different.
The number of readers increased dramatically, and there were many more likes and comments.
[Oh my god! She is truly a divine lady!]
[What?! I'm playing a cultivation game with a big guy?!]
[Does your wife draw fanfiction? I want to see it!]
[Luckily I discovered it early! I asked my wife politely if it can be used as wallpaper?]
[This comic is so cute! I want to read the sequel!]
Yu Jingmo replied to the person who asked about the wallpaper, saying that he could use it for his own use.
She browsed Weibo for a while before logging out.
In the next few days, she only posted two short comics, until the day she was going to the Lin family's old house, she drew the second chapter of a long comic.
It is a rule set by Lin Hui’s grandfather to visit the Lin family’s old house every three months.
The Lin family's business began to grow during the generation of Lin Hui's grandfather's grandfather, and at that time they were already a leader in the business world.
Now, under Lin Hui's leadership, he has taken another big step forward, making him even more fearful.
His grandfather's original intention in setting this rule was actually to strengthen the relationship between brothers and sisters.
But what he didn't expect was that in this generation, the only direct relatives left of him were Lin Hui and Lin Qingchuan.
These were all told to Yu Jingmo by the system. She was still a little confused as to why Lin Hui still maintained this rule which was actually useless.
She could see that Lin Qingchuan was actually a little reluctant about returning to the old house.
[Because there are people of Lin Qingchuan's age among the distant relatives of the Lin family, Lin Hui thought that Lin Qingchuan would be more willing to communicate with people of the same age. After all, Lin Qingchuan never said that he didn't like that place.]
At this time, Yu Jingmo was already dressed and was waiting for Lin Hui to come back before the three of them set off together.
After hearing what the system said, she glanced at the boy who was sitting on the sofa fiddling with his phone with an expressionless face, and felt that this father and son duo was really a bit confusing.
Both of them have mouths, but one doesn't ask and the other doesn't say, which causes all kinds of misunderstandings.
Yu Jingmo rested one hand on his chin and tapped his cheek with his index finger, "This should be the plot of the male and female protagonists."
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