Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

When he opened the door and smelled the aroma of food, Lian Qingyang was a little overwhelmed. The stove in the house had always been cold, and the sudden smell coming from the kitchen made Lian Qingyang a little uncomfortable.

I couldn't see Zuo Yanchen anywhere, and I thought he had hired someone to do it. Could it be that he was doing it himself?

Thinking of this, Lian Qingyang changed his shoes, tiptoed to the kitchen door, slowly pushed it open and looked inside.

A tall figure was cooking with his back to him. His movements were very skillful and he didn't look like he couldn't cook. Zuo Yanchen seemed to hear some movement at the door and turned to look over there. Lian Qingyang quickly retracted his head, but the kitchen door was made of frosted glass, so it was easy to see the blurry figure standing outside the door. This was tantamount to covering one's ears and stealing the bell.

Zuo Yanchen turned around and chuckled. The dishes were just done. He turned off the fire, put the dishes on a plate and placed it on the counter. He cleared his throat and said, "Come in, wash your hands, serve the dishes, and prepare to eat."

Lian Qingyang then pushed open the door and walked in. He washed his hands carefully as instructed, picked up the dishes and walked out. There were already three dishes on the table: stir-fried beef tenderloin, stir-fried green beans and boiled fish, plus the stir-fried pork with celery in his hand. Zuo Yanchen behind him was holding a pot of tomato and egg soup.

After sitting down, Zuo Yanchen served a bowl of rice and placed it in front of Lian Qingyang, saying, "The boiled fish was delivered by the restaurant. Since you like spicy food, I ordered this for you. I made the other dishes myself. Let's try them and see how they taste."

Lian Qingyang automatically passed over the stir-fried celery and pork in front of him and instead picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth. He savored it carefully, his eyes shining as he gave a thumbs-up: "Delicious! Whose takeout is this? I'll order it again next time!"

"..." Zuo Yanchen didn't respond and just shoveled some rice into his mouth.

"Hey? Why aren't you talking?" Lian Qingyang looked up at Zuo Yanchen. Seeing that he wasn't paying attention, he secretly moved the celery to the side. After he moved it, he found that Zuo Yanchen was staring at him.

Lian Qingyang was a little bewildered and was about to explain: "Um, well, actually, I..."

Unexpectedly, Zuo Yanchen smiled and said calmly, "You don't like it? It's okay, you can just eat boiled fish. I can't eat spicy food, so it's a good opportunity for you to finish it all."

"Really?" Lian Qingyang forgot what he had just done and pulled the boiled fish towards him. "Then I won't be polite."

Zuo Yanchen smiled and nodded, sitting upright and stuffing the food in front of him into his mouth, chewing like an emotionless machine.

The first meal the two had at home was quite harmonious, at least Lian Qingyang felt so. He had moved out of home since college, and although he would go home for dinner, he always felt that the mood was different when eating with Zuo Yanchen.

It's just that Zuo Yanchen didn't eat much this meal, and he didn't know if Mr. Ba always ate that little. Thinking of his elder brother who ate elegantly and quickly at the dinner table and finished two plates of food in a row, Lian Qingyang shook his head and thought that maybe only Zuo Yanchen would eat that little.

"You cook and I'll wash the dishes." Lian Qingyang picked up the dishes and chopsticks consciously. He had hardly washed dishes before. When he was a child, he insisted on washing dishes and ended up breaking several of them. Then his family didn't let him work anymore. When he lived alone, he didn't like to eat at home and often asked Xia Xiaoxin to eat outside.

Zuo Yanchen leaned back in his chair and reminded Lian Qingyang, "There's a dishwasher in the kitchen."

The opportunity to show his initiative was gone, so Lian Qingyang happily handed the dishwashing job to the dishwasher and became the supervisor himself.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Lian Qingyang came out and saw Zuo Yanchen was still there, so he sat back down opposite him, as if he had something to say.

Zuo Yanchen lowered his head and read the message on his phone. He then looked up at Lian Qingyang and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lian Qingyang twisted his hands under the table, swallowed hard, and said, "Well, I might be back late tomorrow night. It's my friend's birthday, and I have to go celebrate for him."

Zuo Yanchen stared at his face for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Okay."

In fact, a late-night motorcycle race that had been scheduled in advance was about to be held. Lian Qingyang was of course not going to participate in the race, but to observe. Although he loved to seek excitement, he also valued his life.

However, there was no need to let Zuo Yanchen know this, otherwise he might emit a dark and cold aura that would affect the magnetic field, which would certainly be accompanied by emotionless lectures like a human-machine.