Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 746 Being Wake Up

The young man under the windowsill was breathing rapidly. He asked slowly:

"and after?"

"later?"

The boy thought about it carefully, then said nonchalantly:

"Later, some people started to think that I was a bad guy who deliberately put bad medicine and other disgusting things into delicious food."

"..."

"But I saw through them all."

The boy proudly raised his head: "I'm very smart."

“Yes,” the young man said, suppressing his anger, “you are very smart.”

"So, do you want to eat some meat tomorrow? How about I make it for you?"

The young man's tone remained indifferent, but anyone could understand the meaning behind his words.

The boy, who had been so proud just a moment ago, instantly became alert. He reached out and scratched the little orange cat's head, asking in confusion:

Did you do it? Why?

"Because you are very smart."

The young man responded quickly, saying, "A smart kid will get what he wants."

"..."

The boy paused in stroking the orange kitten, then he hesitated, glancing back at the closed hospital room door, and murmured:

"But the doctors and nurses might suddenly come looking for me..."

"Just avoid them."

The young man pressed his advantage: "You should know when they come 'looking for you,' right?"

"...I think I probably do."

The boy thought about it carefully, and his eyes lit up when he was sure he could avoid the doctors and nurses as the young man had said.

"I'd like to eat dumplings tomorrow, can I have them with cabbage and pork?"

“Okay,” the young man replied, “Are there any other flavors you like?”

"No."

The boy peeked out and met the eyes of the young man under the window. This time, the faint white mist on the young man's face had slowly dissipated, revealing a cold and handsome face.

The young man gazed at him, his eyes revealing an even deeper, more profound depth beneath his long, thick eyelashes.

"I will come to deliver dumplings at this time tomorrow."

"it is good--"

Bang bang bang! !

When the knocking sounded, Yu Shijiu trembled and suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath.

That face...that face...

Yu Shijiu repeatedly recalled the face that had emerged from the white mist in disbelief, and finally came to an "answer" that made him very unhappy.

It can also be described as a "fact".

Lu Chusheng.

It was Lu Chusheng who was younger, more naive, and more prone to showing his emotions.

So Fatty really was a cat they both raised together?!

Yu Shijiu: "..."

He subconsciously glanced at the chubby guy next to him, who was drowsily looking up at him, and pinched his brow with some annoyance.

“…Fatty—”

"Shi Jiu!"

Xu Han's voice came from outside the door: "Get up, get up! We've all prepared the dumpling wrappers, get up and help me wrap them, hahaha!"

Yu Shijiu: "..."

Upon hearing this, Yu Shijiu instantly forgot about what had just happened in her dream, jumped out of bed and put on her shoes, urging the still-dazed Feifei to hurry up.

"Hurry, hurry! We need to put on our shoes and get going!!"

Fatty: "?"

It raised its arm—or rather, its paw—with a puzzled and shocked expression, and meowed in confusion.

"Meow?"

No, meow... there really are shoes for cats to wear, meow?

living room.

The semi-open kitchen, enveloped in rising steam, exuded a hazy, smoky atmosphere, which slowly slid along the busy figures of the group of people working.

"Xu Han!"

It was He Lingling's angry voice: "Didn't I tell you not to make things worse?! What are you doing?!!"

It was clear that He Lingling was really angry. Yu Shijiu, who was the last to come out, was surprised and was about to walk forward when he heard the door next to him open at the same time.

Anjie, with her messy, long, choppy blue hair, tilted her head back and yawned.

"Shi Jiu, good morning/good evening."

Yu Shijiu: "?"

What does "good evening" mean? Does it mean "good evening"?

However, Anjie only got up now, so the only people busy making dumpling wrappers and fillings must be Xu Han, He Lingling, and Brother Chen.

Thinking of Xu Han, who also appeared to be completely incapable of cooking, Yu Shijiu hesitated for a moment before quickly walking towards the smoke-filled kitchen.

Anjie: "...Wait—"

"I rely on!"

While being chased and scolded by He Lingling, Xu Han was caught off guard and bumped into Yu Shijiu who was walking over.

To be precise, it was the contents of the basin that Xu Han was holding that splashed all over Yu Shijiu's face and half of his body.

Yu Shijiu: "? What is this—"

He instinctively reached out to touch his face, only to find his vision blurred and foggy. He could then touch some soft, fine powder off his face.

"!!! Ahhh, Shi Jiu! You didn't spill any in your eyes? Oh my god! I shouldn't have walked so fast!!!"

Yu Shijiu blinked.

Oh, so flour got stuck on my face.

That's fine.

It's not poisonous or dirty.

Seeing that Xu Han was about to raise his hand to wipe his face, Yu Shijiu hesitated and took a step back, looking at Xu Han's hands which were covered in flour.

"Brother Han," Yu Shijiu reminded him, "your hands are covered in flour too."

The implication is—your hands are already covered in flour, won't rubbing them make it worse?

Xu Han: "..."

Xu Han looked down at his messy, sticky hands, and awkwardly put them behind his back, trying to change the subject: "Um—"

"I told you not to move around!"

He Lingling's flour-covered hand came down from above and hit Xu Han on the head—well, she jumped up to hit him.

Yu Shijiu looked at He Lingling's feet as she jumped up and landed, then at her hands, and a thought struck him.

The next second, Yu Shijiu turned to look at the door she had just opened. Sure enough, there was a handprint on the wooden door, white, left by flour.

Yu Shijiu: "...I want to make dumplings too."

"Xu Han, remember to wipe the handprint off the door before you eat the dumplings."

An Jie's voice rang out at the same time as Yu Shijiu's. The latter was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and smiled at Yu Shijiu:

"We originally planned to make them together. Dumplings are something that should be made by everyone together to have a better feel for them."

"It will taste even better."

Ange thought for a moment and then added a sentence.

"?" Yu Shijiu was a little surprised and asked curiously, "It will taste even better? When we make dumplings together, will we add any other ingredients?"

Anjie: "..."

Anjie changed the subject: "Aren't we going to make dumplings? Come on, let me teach you. I'm an expert at making dumplings, cough, the kind of expert who never lets any filling leak out."

Yu Shijiu's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at An Jie, looking somewhat bewildered: "???"

Why does Sister An suddenly sound like a completely different person?

He Lingling and Xu Han, who had fallen silent the moment they saw An Jie, exclaimed, "...Pfft!"

The two exchanged a furtive glance, their faces contorted with suppressed laughter.