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Chapter 503 Stop messing around, put me down

Chapter 503: Chapter 503 Stop messing around, put me down

"Mom, there’s still braised pork in the fridge. I can cook, you should go to bed early, we have to open the shop early tomorrow!"

Zhu Qianying didn’t want her mother to work too hard. Her mother, who was in the kitchen all day, was actually more tired than she and Young Master Yan combined.

"Eating braised pork this late might be a bit greasy. I brought back some marinated beef from the shop. I’ll make noodles with it."

Chen Jing said, already heading into the kitchen to start preparing.

Zhu Qianying couldn’t overrule her, so she and Young Master Yan had to go back to their rooms to take a bath. When the two of them returned, feeling refreshed, there were two bowls of the same size on the dining table.

"Hey, do you remember when I said you have a massive appetite?"

Even now, Young Master Yan still finds it strange. Zhu Qianying, despite her thin frame, ate just as much as he did, if not more.

Zhu Qianying was slurping down her noodles. At his question, she rolled her eyes at him.

"How could I forget?"

She had unconsciously memorized all the things he had ever said, both good and bad, deeply imprinting them in her mind.

"On that note, why is your appetite so large?"

To this day, Young Master Yan is still very curious.

Or rather, he is somewhat worried.

He was worried that maybe she had a poor absorption function, so that’s why she ate so much yet remained so thin.

In fact, she seemed to have lost more weight in comparison to five years ago. Probably due to a strenuous lifestyle?

"This is my fault!" Chen Jing, who had just finished cleaning the kitchen, cut in.

"Mom!" Zhu Qianying tried to stop Chen Jing from unnecessarily dredging up old memories.

But Chen Jing ignored her daughter’s protest and continued speaking to Young Master Yan.

"Back then, when Ying’er was a little girl, she was often bullied by the children in the Zhu family. She often had nothing to eat at the dinner table. I spent a majority of my time in the kitchen and was unaware of it. And she never mentioned it to me. When she was really hungry, she would sneak into the kitchen to find something to eat. Sometimes, when she was starving, she would eat desperately. Other times, perhaps out of fear that there might not be enough for the next meal, she would still eat as much as she could. Her appetite grew over time due to these circumstances."

Young Master Yan never expected that the answer to what he’d always been curious about would turn out to be this saddening.

"Mom, you’re just assuming, aren’t you? I was born with a big appetite. There’s no such thing as stretching the stomach."

After Zhu Qianying retorted, she looked at Young Master Yan.

"Don’t listen to my mother. Lately, she’s had a habit of shouldering the burden of past events."

Young Master Yan didn’t have any intention of choosing sides. The real answer is actually quite clear to him.

He reached out, gently stroked her hair, and said softly.

"Alright, I won’t listen to her. Your noodles are getting soggy. Eat quickly!"

Zhu Qianying glanced at his bowl where most of the noodles were left, then looked at her own bowl where only a little was left, and commented disdainfully, "Master Yan, whose noodles are getting soggy, yours or mine?"

Young Master Yan just shrugged nonchalantly, patted her head, signaled her to eat quickly, and then watched her slurp her noodles down greedily before he started eating at a leisurely pace.

Chen Jing finished cleaning up the kitchenware, stood at the kitchen door, glanced silently at her daughter and Young Master Yan, and then, wisely, returned to her room.

After finishing her noodles, Zhu Qianying said she was feeling tired. She lounged against the chair like a baby boy, unwilling to move an inch. When Young Master Yan finished his noodles, she directed him to take the dishes back to the kitchen.

"Young Master Yan, put the dishes in the sink. I’ll do the dishes first thing tomorrow morning!"

Zhu Qianying didn’t at all consider giving Young Master Yan, being a rich young master, the task of washing the dishes.

Eldest Young Master Yan had indeed changed a lot for Zhu Qianying and the baby boy recently. However, as a privileged young master who had been spoiled since childhood, and who unfortunately suffered from severe mysophobia, while he had adapted to other things, he hadn’t quite gotten used to washing dishes yet.

Although he had tried, he couldn’t honestly say that he had enjoyed the process.

"So, now that you’ve sent Mrs. Lan away, you realize how hard it is, right?"

While Young Master Yan was vigorously scrubbing away the greasy residue on the dishes with hand soap, he couldn’t help but grumble.

Zhu Qianying couldn’t bear his nagging any longer. She got up and walked over, nudging him aside with her buttocks, indicating that he should move and she would wash the dishes.

With a single nudge from her, Young Master Yan’s complaints vanished. His attention was now focused entirely on the fair skin exposed at the collar of her pajamas.

Seeing Zhu Qianying squeeze out some detergent to start washing the dishes, he wiped his hands clean, hesitated for moment, then wrapped his arms around her from behind and hugged her close.

Zhu Qianying stiffened a bit. Evidently, both he and she were still getting used to this new relationship and new manner of interaction.

Young Master Yan rested his chin on her shoulder, saying softly, "Ying’er..."

Zhu Qianying responded with a "hmm?" but didn’t turn around to look at him.

"I ..." Young Master Yan was rather frustrated to find that he was, indeed, nervous!

He thought such nerve-wracking stammering had left him behind when he was around thirteen or fourteen years old!

"What?" Zhu Qianying asked casually.

Young Master Yan took a deep breath, risking it all, "Can I... sleep in your room later?"

Zhu Qianying’s hand, which was washing the dishes, halted. Young Master Yan held his breath, waiting for her answer like a prisoner awaiting a verdict.

Surrounded by the sound of running water, Young Master Yan could barely make out her muffled reply:

"Up to you!"

Young Master Yan was so overjoyed that he momentarily forgot himself, tightening his arms around her waist, and lifted her up with a swoop.

Zhu Qianying was startled and, after recovering, she smacked him on the chin with the back of her head. "Hey, you almost scared me to death! Stop messing around and put me down."

But Young Master Yan had no intention of listening, he only moved her a bit closer, and said stubbornly, "I’m holding mine, you wash yours!"

Zhu Qianying, standing in front, quietly rolled her eyes. What kind of misfortune had she brought upon herself to have attracted such a willful and capricious young master?

"Hadn’t this young master already changed to be considerate, careful and gentle? How did he suddenly change back to the perverse, quirky, and tenacious Eldest Young Master Yan?"

However, despite her complaints, Zhu Qianying finally chose to compromise. After all, it was just two big bowls and a pair of chopsticks. They were quickly washed and didn’t take up much time.

Zhu Qianying might seem thin, but she wasn’t lightweight. After all, considering her height, even if she was thin, she still weighed about a hundred pounds.

But Young Master Yan held her as if she were as light as a cloth doll. Seeing that she had finished cleaning the bowls, he moved her in front of the cupboard, waiting for her to dry the bowls with a clean towel before putting them in. Then, he carried her back to the sink and let her wash her hands.