Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

From time to time, lightning flashed across the sky, as if to tear the whole world apart, making people shudder.

Accompanied by deafening thunder, people's ears are buzzing.

It was raining heavily.

Outside, the wind howled and thunder and lightning flashed, but the cold cement separated all of this from the room.

However, the atmosphere in the house was particularly warm.

A few months ago, when Su Ruonan lived alone, whenever there was thunder, she would always close the doors and windows tightly, draw the curtains, curl up in the corner of the bed, put on headphones, and turn the volume up to the highest.

Only in this way can she slightly alleviate the fear in her heart.

But now it’s different. With Song Shiye’s company, Su Ruonan has no fear of the thunder outside the window.

Although she had already eaten a full meal in the evening, Su Ruonan now really wanted to eat snail noodles.

Remembering that there were a few packets of snail noodles she bought in the cupboard at home, Su Ruonan didn't want to trouble Aunt Zhang who was already asleep, so she prepared to go to the kitchen to cook the noodles herself.

But thinking about the taste of snail noodles, Su Ruonan still planned to ask Song Shiye's opinion. After all, not everyone can accept it.

Song Shiye came out of the shower and just opened the bathroom door when he saw Su Ruonan standing outside the bathroom.

It looked like she had something to ask him, so Song Shiye waited quietly for Su Ruonan to speak.

When she saw Song Shiye, Su Ruonan hesitated again. She thought, "Why not just forget it?" Su Ruonan found that she was a little hesitant to speak.

Su Ruonan's lips moved and she glanced at Song Shiye, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Song Shiye looked at Su Ruonan, whose thin eyebrows were slightly frowned, and asked in a somewhat anxious tone.

"Wife, we are husband and wife, you can tell me anything."

After hearing what Song Shiye said, Su Ruonan stared at Song Shiye and said in a very light tone: "I want to ask you... Is it okay for me to eat snail noodles at home?"

Hearing this, Song Shiye raised his eyebrows and laughed silently.

"Mrs. Song, this is your home too. You can do whatever you want. You don't need to ask for my opinion."

"Even if you want to tear down the room and redecorate it, I will support you unconditionally as long as it is what you want to do."

Which girl doesn’t like to hear sweet words?

Looking into Song Shiye's distinct black and white eyes, even at a close distance, he could clearly see himself reflected in his pupils.

Su Ruonan knew that this was not just a love talk, but a promise from Song Shiye.

"I know. I just want to eat some snail noodles, but I don't want to destroy the house."

Su Ruonan tried hard to ignore the clear, rhythmic beating sound on the left side of her chest, and looked around, trying to distract herself.

"Do you want to eat?" Su Ruonan asked casually, not actually expecting Song Shiye to answer that he wanted to eat.

However, when she saw Song Shiye nod slightly, she couldn't help but feel a little surprised, and her round eyes widened as she looked at Song Shiye.

"What? Is Mrs. Song surprised that I want to eat snail noodles?" Song Shiye's tone was lazy and playful.

There was a hint of smile in his eyes, as if he was deliberately teasing Su Ruonan.

Su Ruonan blinked, an expression of disbelief on her face.

She originally thought that people like Song Shiye would have strict requirements and preferences for food, but she didn't expect that he would also like to eat food with a unique flavor like snail noodles.

She asked curiously, "Don't you think it smells bad?"

Song Shiye shook his head slightly, with a faint smile on his lips: "Wife, actually I like stinky tofu and durian too."

Su Ruonan's eyes widened even more. It turned out that the domineering president also liked to eat snail noodles.

Su Ruonan's filter for Song Shiye did not shatter, but instead she felt that the distance between them was closer.

Apart from his identity, he is actually just an ordinary person!

"So you have such a strong taste!" she said with a smile, a hint of ridicule in her eyes.

Song Shiye smiled slightly, reached out and gently pinched her cheek: "So, next time you eat something delicious, don't forget me, Mrs. Song."

She couldn't help but laugh, thinking that Song Shiye looked particularly cute at this moment.

"The wound on your hand hasn't healed yet, so don't eat anything too spicy." Song Shiye's eyes fell on Su Ruonan's hand.

Su Ruonan nodded. If Song Shiye hadn't reminded her, she would really have forgotten about it.

"Then I'll go to the kitchen to cook noodles." After saying that, Su Ruonan went to the kitchen.

Su Ruonan rummaged through the cupboard for a long time and finally found the snail noodles she had bought earlier.

She excitedly took out two packs and couldn't wait to tear open the packaging.

Although this was not her first time to taste snail noodles, the unique taste and texture still made her full of anticipation.

Su Ruonan operated skillfully without checking the instructions on the packaging bag. Relying on her last experience, she quickly prepared two bowls of delicious snail noodles.

Each bowl exudes a rich aroma that makes people salivate.

Finally, she carefully placed a golden and crispy fried egg on each bowl of noodles, adding an attractive visual enjoyment.

Su Ruonan turned around and saw Song Shiye, who had been standing behind her. She smiled faintly and said, "You can eat now."

The two sat opposite each other. Su Ruonan picked up the chopsticks and couldn't wait to pick up the egg covered with rich soup and took a bite, squinting her eyes in satisfaction.

Since Su Ruonan has a typical southern taste, she cannot eat spicy food. In addition, she had an injury on her hand, so she only added a little bit of chili at the end.

As for Song Shiye's bowl, Su Ruonan also only added a little bit of chili.

"Shi Ye, eating spicy food this late is not good for your stomach, so I only put a little bit of chili in it."

Looking at the little bit of red chili oil floating in the bowl, Su Ruonan suddenly thought of a short video she saw online and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Song Shiye looked up: "What's wrong?" He didn't understand.

"I thought of a short video I saw where a Shenzhen netizen posted a bowl of noodles with almost no visible chili peppers online and said it was spicy. Someone commented that broth this spicy wouldn't hurt your eyes if you dropped it in."

Looking at Su Ruonan's smiling face, Song Shiye also smiled.

After they finished eating, they washed the dishes together before coming out of the kitchen. Aunt Zhang covered her nose with one hand, mumbling, "What's that smell? Why is it so stinky?" With the other hand, she opened the balcony window for ventilation.

The rain in Beijing came quickly, but also stopped quickly. Outside the window, the wind and the sea were calm, and the air was filled with the fresh scent after the rain, which was in sharp contrast to the strange smell in the house.

Su Ruonan and Song Shiye smiled at each other.

Aunt Zhang saw the two of them, walked over from the balcony, and shouted, "Master, Madam, you're back!"

She paused, frowned, and said, "It looks like something's rotten in the house. I'll go check it out."

Song Shiye looked at Aunt Zhang and said calmly, "Aunt Zhang, it's not that something is broken, it's the smell of the snail noodles."

When Aunt Zhang heard this, her expression changed slightly, and she smiled awkwardly: "So that's how it is. I thought something was broken."

After saying that, Aunt Zhang went back to her room with an embarrassed look on her face.