Deliberately Approaching
Chapter 207: Just to Keep You Company in Abstinence

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: Just to Keep You Company in Abstinence

At that moment, in building No. 29, everyone was busy.

Because Tang Xiaowan wanted to watch TV while enjoying hotpot, Granny Yu put the brass double-flavor pot on the living room coffee table.

Actually, this move had an ulterior motive. It was just for TV watching, really?

Tang Xiaowan wasn’t someone who loved watching TV; she would get sleepy as soon as she watched it. She simply wanted to get Cheng Shi and the others out of the kitchen and into the dining room to enjoy a comfortable meal.

"Tangtang?"

Three knocks and a question interrupted Granny Yu and Wang Meijuan’s chitchat.

"Miss is upstairs," Cheng Shi replied.

Wang Meijuan glanced at the tray in Leng Lingxiao’s hand and then yelled upstairs, "Miss, Mr. Leng is here."

Before the words had finished echoing, Leng Lingxiao had already seated himself on a single-seater sofa.

He was pretending to be calm, feigning aloofness.

In fact, from the wrought-iron gate of the small courtyard to the entry door of the living room, not a single one was closed—Granny Yu was sure Leng Lingxiao would come over and had specifically instructed Cheng Shi to open them all after he returned from delivering noodles.

Soon, Tang Xiaowan came downstairs.

She walked leisurely, seemingly unsurprised by Leng Lingxiao’s visit.

"No need to hassle, this is enough."

As soon as Tang Xiaowan spoke, Cheng Shi and the others immediately disappeared into the dining room, moving so quickly as if it had been pre-arranged.

For two people eating, the amount of food was indeed sufficient.

It’s just that Granny Yu always worried Tang Xiaowan wouldn’t eat enough, so she filled every dish to the brim.

"Huahua, why did you even bring noodles here? Are you insinuating that my food doesn’t taste good, planning to come over and refine it with some salt and vinegar?" Tang Xiaowan, touching her nose tip and raising an eyebrow, said.

The implication was clear: if you’re going to come, then come—why use noodles as an excuse? Isn’t this laughable?

At this, Leng Lingxiao laughed cheerfully.

"Hey, Tangtang, how come you’re wearing slippers today? Such good behavior, not going barefoot? Oh, I get it, definitely because you’re worried about scalding your feet while we enjoy the hotpot later, right? Not bad, not bad, that’s being proactive!"

Tang Xiaowan: "..."

Sheesh, non-responsive. I guess your old habits are acting up again?

"Wow, so much good food!" Leng Lingxiao, fearing Tang Xiaowan would get annoyed, quickly changed the subject.

"This you call good? If it wasn’t for my throat feeling a little uncomfortable and using clear broth, the spicy one would’ve been so fragrant."

"Oh, so it’s a sore throat, huh! I thought so. But it still looks good. Actually, boiling lamb in this kind of broth is the most delicious, the original flavor is irreplaceable. Just thinking about it makes me salivate, haha."

Tang Xiaowan pouted, "You really aren’t picky, you think everything tastes great!"

"Of course, I’m naturally blessed with a good appetite."

After saying this, Leng Lingxiao immediately picked up his bowl and slurped a few mouthfuls of noodles, and was about to reach for the lamb rolls, but was stopped by Tang Xiaowan.

"Don’t move, that’s mine."

"Why?"

"You can’t eat beef, lamb, or seafood. Let’s wait until your injury is healed."

Leng Lingxiao glanced over the ingredients on the shelf and frowned, "Wait until it’s healed? Is there anything here that I can still eat?"

"Fresh meatballs, soy products, greens—these are all fine to eat. Actually, it’s okay to eat fewer mushrooms... Nevermind, better safe than sorry, better not to eat them at all, just in case it really causes inflammation."

Tang Xiaowan, while speaking, gestured and carefully recalled the precautions she’d looked up online, terrified she might have missed something.

"A little tripe should be okay," Leng Lingxiao said cautiously.

"No way, not even a tiny bit, it’s a ’heaty’ food. Forget it, I’ll be the good guy to the end; I won’t eat it either, so you won’t have to watch me eat and feel envious."

Leng Lingxiao was greatly surprised, suspecting he was experiencing auditory hallucinations.

Tang Xiaowan had chosen a clear broth base, which had already moved him for quite a while, though he hadn’t expressed it directly. He knew in his heart that this was knowing he would come and arranging it especially for him.

Otherwise, considering Tang Xiaowan’s usual way of doing things, even if she lost her voice and couldn’t speak, she would still have chosen a spicy hotpot base.

"Really? That’s so kind!"

"Nonsense, I am a really good person, why would I enjoy it alone?"

"I certainly know that, it’s just..."

"Just what?"

"Nothing, it’s just quite good."

"Pssh, as long as you know."

Tang Xiaowan said that as she picked out the items Leng Lingxiao could eat and set them on the coffee table.

The irresistibly fresh items left on the rack, which he couldn’t eat, were already tempting enough. She purposely took a whiff of them, waved them in front of Leng Lingxiao, and finally pushed them into the dining room to be served to Cheng Shi and the others.

Ah, that’s too much, so frustrating!

They’ve been gone for so long now; they must be sneaking tastes of my delicious tripe and lamb rolls.

Forget it, a good man doesn’t fight with women. I’ll endure it.

Leng Lingxiao grumbled to himself for a while and then started taking big bites from his noodle bowl. By the time Tang Xiaowan returned to the living room, only the sunny-side-up egg was left.

"Whoa, all finished? Why didn’t you touch the sunny-side-up egg? Do you think it’s too ugly?"

The smiley face was drawn by Tang Xiaowan using tomato sauce.

Her purpose was simple, to return the favor for the blueberry chocolate smiley face from Leng Lingxiao.

"It looks good, but it’d look even better with tripe," Leng Lingxiao complained pitifully, yet his eyes were fixed on the brass double-flavor pot where the hot soup was bubbling.

Tang Xiaowan burst into laughter after hearing that.

"Ah, can’t help it. Endure it. Didn’t you play with things you shouldn’t have?"

With just one sentence, Leng Lingxiao was left speechless.

Since he had done it, he had no regrets. It was just that he hadn’t enjoyed a lamb hotpot with Tang Xiaowan for a long time and wanted to indulge a little.

No spice, no pleasure. No meat, no joy!

"Oh my, how could I forget Old Zhao? Quick, call him over and have him join Cheng Shi’s table. He probably loves spicy food too." Tang Xiaowan suddenly put down her chopsticks and turned to Leng Lingxiao.

"Alright, I’ll call right away. Even he’s luckier than I am; so frustrating."

"Stop fussing and hurry up."

...

minutes later, in the dining room.

Zhao Renjie’s appetite wasn’t as big as Leng Lingxiao’s. He was no longer hungry after a bowl of noodles.

Therefore, he didn’t feast voraciously but casually picked at each dish after it was put into the pot, just to be polite. After all, it would be quite rude not to try anything when he was already there.

"Hey, what do you guys think would happen if Li Zishen came over right now and saw Miss Tang enjoying hotpot with Mr. Leng? Would he explode on the spot?"

After Wang Meijuan said this, the dining room fell silent suddenly as people exchanged glances.

"Hey, why is no one talking?"

"Stop dawdling, keep eating. Look, the tripe is about to be overcooked." Granny Yu quickly smoothed things over, handing Zhao Renjie a piece with serving chopsticks.

The serving chopsticks were prepared on the spot.

They were usually very casual when eating together, and no one minded anyone else. Granny Yu only used serving chopsticks because she thought Zhao Renjie might care.

"Thanks, Granny Yu," Zhao Renjie said and stuffed the tripe into his mouth.

"What’s there to thank? Mr. Leng and our Miss have known each other since they were kids. Come over more often in the future. You can exchange numbers with Cheng Shi. If there’s something good to eat, we’ll let you know."

Granny Yu looked meaningfully at Zhao Renjie and served another piece of tripe.

Everyone was clever enough to take the hint.

"Sure, thank you, Granny Yu."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Shi immediately laughed: "Old Zhao’s number? I’ve had it for ages. We even talked on the phone the other day, right Old Zhao?"

Zhao Renjie nodded.

Then, Granny Yu burst into laughter.

"Great, it’s good you’ve got it."

Wang Meijuan took a sip of her drink and thought to herself: "Confirmed bachelor, without a doubt!"

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