After rebirth, I gave up Bai Yueguang

On Sunday, Su Jing woke up at six o'clock as usual, finished her morning vocabulary assignment, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Her usual weekend morning 10-kilometer run was canceled today because she had to go out and bake an extra cake.

When Jiang Yi got up, the aroma of baking cake had already wafted to the second floor.

As soon as he opened the door, he smelled the sweet aroma of cake. He sniffed and shouted downstairs, "What did you make today? It smells so good, is it cake?"

"You have a pretty good nose. These lemon-flavored cakes are freshly baked." In the kitchen, Su Jing was putting on heat-insulating gloves, preparing to take out the cake.

Jiang Yi trotted downstairs and ran to the kitchen door. Su Jing was carrying a steaming cake out of the oven and turned to walk into the living room. Jiang Yi walked so fast that he almost bumped into the hot baking tray.

"Oh my!" Su Jing exclaimed, her hands shaking, but fortunately, the cake was still held steadily in her hands. She breathed a sigh of relief, quickly put the baking tray aside, tore off the heat-insulating gloves on her hands and threw them away, widening her eyes and grabbing Jiang Yi's hand, turning it over and over again. After making sure it was okay, she shook his hand off, touched and pinched his chest and stomach, and even unbuttoned a button of his pajamas, leaning over to take a look at his stomach. After finishing all the operations, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Huh, fortunately, I didn't get burned."

Jiang Yi was startled by the baking tray that was thrust in front of him, and his movements faltered for half a second. He was about to say it was okay and move aside to get out of her way, but then he saw Su Jing's swift movements, leaving him no time to react. He simply stood there quietly, watching her nervously tossing and turning on him.

He watched lazily, the corners of his mouth curling up unconsciously, and a warm feeling slowly grew in his heart. It was like... well, the fragrance and warmth of a freshly baked cake that filled the house today. Jiang Yi couldn't help but sniff again. I like it, I really like it! This feeling, why does it feel like I've been looking forward to it for a long time? Yes, it's what Su Jing said, it's like I've been looking forward to it in a previous life.

Jiang Yi was lost in thought as he thought about his feelings. Su Jing had already finished her manual inspection and patted Jiang Yi on the stomach. "It's okay, you're not burned. Go out and have breakfast." Without even looking at him, she bent down to pick up the heat-insulating gloves that she had just thrown on the ground, put them on, and walked out with the cake.

Jiang Yi came back to his senses after being suddenly slapped by her. He stared at her back with a reproachful look and said, "Hey, be gentle. You can't afford to pay for any injuries you get."

At this time, the rustling sound of rain was heard outside the window again. Jiang Yi glanced at the window. The sky outside was grayish blue, but it didn't feel dark.

"Is your mom up yet? Tell her to have breakfast." Su Jing put down the cake and patted him again. Her movements were natural, her tone casual, but he didn't feel the slightest bit wrong.

Jiang Yi smiled, tilted his head, and called out slowly upstairs, "Mom, have breakfast."

Su Jing brought out the boiled milk and fried eggs. Jiang Yi was already sitting at the dining table, his head on the table, his nose pressed against the baking tray. He had been sniffing hard. When he saw Su Jing come out, he raised his eyelids and said to her, "I like these little lemon cakes the best."

"I know, you taught me." Su Jing blurted out: "I made it especially for you today."

"I taught her? I don't remember that." Jiang Yi was a little surprised. He couldn't remember when he had taught her.

Yes, you haven’t taught me in this life, but in the previous life…

In his previous life, when he was seriously ill, Su Jing visited him at home. He said that the medicine he took every day left a bitter taste in his mouth. He longed for a small lemon-flavored cake, which he could make himself. That day, Su Jing, following his instructions, made him a small lemon-flavored cake. After baking it and giving it to him, he didn't eat it immediately. Instead, he fed Su Jing a bite and watched her devour it. He simply stared at the cake for a long time. Later, Su Jing heard from Wu Wanqiu that after she left that day, Jiang Yi cried for a long time.

Su Jing realized that she had said something wrong and quickly tried to make amends: "Oh, you didn't teach me, you bought it."

"I bought it? Bought it home?" Jiang Yi thought about it again, but it seemed that he didn't remember buying it home. But forget it, he was too lazy to think about it.

Su Jing didn't want to discuss this with him anymore, so she put her things away and went back to her room. After a while, Jiang Yi saw her coming out dressed.

"Don't you want to eat it?" Jiang Yi bit the cake, his voice muffled.

"Don't eat."

He swallowed the cake in his mouth and asked, "Today is Sunday, do you still have classes to make up?" Usually on Sundays, Su Jing would run ten kilometers in the morning, do homework and draw when she came back, and occasionally do some laundry in the afternoon, but would not go out.

"No, I have something small to do and will be out for a while. I will be back soon." Su Jing went to the kitchen and took out another packed bag, put it on the shoe cabinet by the door, and changed her shoes.

"What did you get?" Jiang Yi had already walked over to her side, reached out to pick up the bag, and asked as he opened it. "A cake too?" After seeing it clearly, he looked at Su Jing in confusion.

"Isn't this made specifically for me? Who am I going to give it to now?" Jiang Yi felt a sense of discomfort growing. What was going on? How could he give something made specifically for him to someone else?

"It's made specially for you, I just made a little more." Su Jing answered casually, opened the door, went out, and closed the door.

Su Jing is gone, she's gone, she's gone? Jiang Yi frowned at the small piece of cake in his hand. After a few seconds, he said to the cake, "It doesn't taste good either. There's no cream." Then he raised his hand and threw the last bite of cake into his mouth, glared at the closed door, and started chewing.

Wu Wanqiu had already left the room and was walking downstairs when she heard him yelling. She heard him mumbling and asked, "What's not tasty? It smells delicious. What did you cook today?"

"Cake, noodles." Jiang Yi's voice was no longer as cheerful as when he called her just now, but had become weak.

"Hey, what's wrong? You seemed to be in a good mood just now, didn't you?" Wu Wanqiu walked up behind him, put her hand on his back and smiled gently. This son had a bad temper and would show his face at the slightest bit of displeasure.

"Nothing, the bad weather is affecting my mood." Jiang Yi propped up his chin with his hand and looked out the window. The sky was dark and drizzling. He raised his eyes and said gloomily to Wu Wanqiu who was about to sit down, "The lighting is not good, turn on the lights."

"Okay." Wu Wanqiu responded and walked over to turn on the light.

Above the dining table, a small crystal chandelier was turned on, brightening the room considerably. However, Jiang Yi felt that the light was a bit pale and cold. He looked up at the chandelier for a while and said, "This light is uncomfortable. I need to change it to a brighter one."

Wu Wanqiu looked up at the lamp, then back at his son, who was still studying it with a grimace. He had clearly chosen the lamp himself, but now he was suddenly so disgusted with it. What was he upset about, looking for something to vent his anger on?

She wanted to ask, but she felt he might not answer now. After staring at her son for a while, Wu Wanqiu decided to ask later. She took a piece of cake and took a bite. "Hmm, it tastes good, doesn't it? Did you make this yourself?"

"No, she did it." Jiang Yi answered listlessly.

"Oh, she can cook, too. When did you teach her?" Wu Wanqiu asked. She figured Su Jing came from a modest family and probably didn't have an oven. Back then, the small appliance industry wasn't very developed, and an oven was considered a major item for ordinary families, something few could afford.

"I haven't taught her. She doesn't have enough time to do homework and draw every day, so how could she have time for me to teach her these?" After Jiang Yi finished speaking, he took a few sips of milk, suddenly felt something was wrong, and stared at the cake.

"Oh, where did she learn that?" Wu Wanqiu said casually while eating her cake. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her son staring at the cake with an inquiring look. Puzzled, she asked, "Is there something wrong with this cake?"

After waiting for a few seconds, Jiang Yi suddenly turned his gaze to her and replied: "There's nothing wrong with the cake, but there's something wrong with the person!" His tone was very certain, and there was also a lot of dissatisfaction.

"What's the matter? What's wrong with him?" Wu Wanqiu was puzzled.

"She didn't go jogging early in the morning. She made a cake and even an extra one. She didn't even eat breakfast herself. She took the extra cake and left without saying where she was going." Jiang Yi looked at Wu Wanqiu, his eyes waiting for her answer: "Do you think there's something wrong with her?"

Wu Wanqiu found her son's serious yet somewhat childish expression amusing. "What's the problem? It's just that you made an extra portion and you have to give it to someone. It's normal." She smiled and touched her son's face. "Why? Are you reluctant to give away the things you have at home?"

"Hey," Jiang Yi pushed Wu Wanqiu's hand away, "What's Guan so reluctant to give up? It's just a small amount of money?" He rolled his eyes, "Don't you think it's abnormal for her to give it to others? Who is she giving it to? She and her parents have had a falling out a long time ago, and they haven't seen each other for almost a year."

"Huh? So what? She has her own friends or other important people. Isn't it normal for her to want to give them a cake she made herself?" Wu Wanqiu realized something, held back his laughter, and said seriously.

"It's just abnormal. She spends all day studying and drawing. She doesn't go anywhere. Now she can't even remember all her classmates. Besides, I know all her former classmates and friends. Why can't she tell me who she wants to give it to?" Jiang Yi's expression began to become serious.

"What if she gave it to a relative?" Wu Wanqiu asked.

"She doesn't like visiting relatives. She has never liked it since she was a child." Jiang Yi said with certainty.

"Well, who do you think she'll give it to?" Wu Wanqiu now understood. This son really did have a crush on Su Jing, and she hadn't realized it yet. But she didn't want to remind him just yet. If he didn't understand, then he didn't understand. It was better to be ignorant. He would be a senior next semester, so it would be best if he understood after the college entrance exam. She tried her best to suppress her smile and looked at her son without saying a word.

"I think she must have someone she likes, that's why she is so proactive," Jiang Yi said.

"Why? How do you know?" Wu Wanqiu said

"When she was pursuing me, she often gave me things, poems she wrote and paintings she drew. Of course I know that." Jiang Yi looked angry, as if his exclusive treatment had been snatched away by someone.

"Oh...then you don't like the person who is pursuing you, don't accept him/her, and don't allow him/her to like someone else?" Wu Wanqiu said.

"Uh..." Jiang Yi didn't know how to answer for a moment. After a pause, he said, "She wants to apply to the Central Academy of Fine Arts! How can we have a relationship now?"