After being reborn, I decisively broke off my engagement and married a cold-faced military young mas

Lin Yuyao said, "Then eat some. Don't worry, I'll cook some porridge and make something light."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

Lin Yuyao smiled and said, "It's no trouble at all. You've helped me a lot before without ever complaining."

She invited him in and gave him the only decent chair in the room to sit on.

The one in front of the desk.

Then, she deliberately left the door wide open.

Fu Huaiyi noticed her action, and being perceptive, he naturally understood what she meant.

He said, "You have no engagement, and neither do I. We are different from Lu Jiangting and Fang Qing."

Uh……

“If anything gets out and ruins your reputation, I…I…” He hesitated for a moment, then said, almost summoning all the courage he had accumulated over twenty years, “I will marry you.”

Lin Yuyao's mind went blank, and she looked at him in disbelief.

Fu Huaiyi's ears turned red.

Once I said it, I regretted it.

He quickly explained, "The fifth floor is the top floor, and there are only two families living there. The house opposite yours is empty; no one lives there. In other words, no one will come up here. Don't worry, no one will see you."

"Oh, that's true."

That's what she said, but she still didn't close the door.

Fu Huaiyi didn't say anything more.

Lin Yuyao also had a small stool. After putting the rice into the pot, she sat on the stool and started picking vegetables.

I bought this this morning; it's a little wilted, but that doesn't affect its edibility.

Fu Huaiyi, who was sitting at his desk, also happened to see the books on the table.

The cover only showed a profile.

Although it was a painting, and in an ancient style, he recognized it as Lin Yuyao at a glance.

"Yaoyao, is this the book you wrote?"

Lin Yuyao: “…”

She wanted to correct his way of addressing her, but... wouldn't that be too deliberate?

He said that's how girls are called in his hometown.

How can there be such a thing?

Even if there are, they would definitely be people you know very well.

But were she and Fu Huaiyi really that close?

They seem to be friends.

"Yao Yao?"

Feeling awkward, Lin Yuyao could only reply, "Yes."

"Can I have it?"

“This…” she said, looking troubled.

Fu Huaiyi: "..."

Are you still being so formal?

You wouldn't even give him a single book?

Lin Yuyao explained, "These are sample copies; there are only two in total. I lent the other one to Sister Zhou and the others, and I plan to send this one back to my parents."

Oh, so he didn't get any.

"Brother Fu, I will definitely send you a copy once the large batch is printed."

That's more or less.

"Sure, could you sign your autograph for me?"

Lin Yuyao smiled and nodded, saying, "Definitely, you will be the first reader to receive my signed book."

Hearing her say that, Fu Huaiyi was overjoyed.

"Can I take a look now? I'll be careful not to break it."

"OK."

He only had the time she spent cooking, and he read the book—which wasn't very thick—in the shortest amount of time he'd ever had.

As a top student, although not as exaggerated as being able to read ten lines at a glance, her speed is still far beyond that of ordinary people.

It was almost the end of the meal, around the time she called for dinner.

"Wait a moment, I'll be done watching soon."

what?

Are you finishing it so soon?

This is over 100,000 words.

"Then you can wait and eat it later, it's fresh out of the pot and still very hot."

"Ah."

He answered her as he looked at the screen.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the porridge was no longer too hot to eat, and Fu Huaiyi finally finished reading.

He closed the book and said to her, "This book..."

Lin Yuyao quickly raised her hand to stop her, "No, don't comment."

Fu Huaiyi: "..."

She was quite embarrassed. "I know I have many shortcomings, and I don't really want people I know well to know about them. If Sister Qin hadn't said that it was only a matter of time before I became famous and people around me knew about me, I wouldn't have said anything."

Fu Huaiyi roughly understood what she meant and said, "It's always like this at the beginning. You'll get used to it once you become a great writer."

Lin Yuyao: "Brother Fu, do you really think I can become a great writer?"

Fu Huaiyi hesitated for a moment and said, "What you wrote... I don't feel like something that people of this era could write."

what?

"The ideas are quite advanced; people ten years from now may not write in this way."

Lin Yuyao: “…”

She was still influenced by the books she read in her previous life.

Although she couldn't say the specific contents of those books, something had already affected her brain.

"Is that so? Then... do you think it's good or bad?"

Fu Huaiyi: "..." Didn't you say you wouldn't comment?

“That’s good, that’s an advantage.”

That's good.

Lin Yuyao smiled and said, "Brother Fu, come and eat."

"Ah."

She handed over the chopsticks. The meal was simple: porridge, a plate of greens, two fried eggs, wheat pancakes, and pickled vegetables.

As they were eating, they suddenly heard a surprised exclamation, "I mean, you're really here?"

Fu Huaiyi raised his head, his gaze towards Yi Yunshuo somewhat displeased.

Yi Yunshuo looked back and forth between him and Lin Yuyao, too shocked to speak.

"You... you..."

Why are you sitting together eating so late?

Are they living together?

Lin Yuyao was extremely embarrassed.

Didn't I tell you no one would come?

She smiled and said, "Brother Yi, have you eaten?"

what?

Who doesn't eat at this late hour?

"Come in and sit down. I'll get you some rice. Have some too."

Yi Yunshuo nodded blankly and sat down on a small stool to the side.

Lin Yuyao added more rice to his bowl and gave him a wheat pancake she had made herself.

Yi Yunshuo looked at Fu Huaiyi with a somewhat frightening gaze, and kept his head down, not daring to speak.

I took a small bite of the wheat cake and thought it was pretty good.

He finished the whole pancake without saying a word, and when he went to get a second one, he was warned by Fu Huaiyi.

"Cough cough." The chopsticks tapped against Yi Yunshuo's chopsticks.

Yi Yunshuo sat on a small stool, while Fu Huaiyi sat on the one in front of the desk.

Therefore, Yi Yunshuo had to look up to see Fu Huaiyi.

"how?"

Fu Huaiyi said, "Eating too much at night is bad for your stomach. One is enough for you."

Yi Yunshuo: "..."

It's such a small piece in the palm of my hand, how can one piece be enough for me?

However, seeing his warning look, he had no choice but to pull his chopsticks back and start drinking porridge instead.

Ok?

This porridge is cooked well, with the perfect consistency.

He finished the bowl in a few gulps and then prepared to get another one.

"Cough cough."

Yi Yunshuo: "..."

"Didn't I tell you? Eating too much at night is bad. That's enough."

Yi Yunshuo: "It's porridge, it'll be gone if I go to the toilet, right? It's fine."

Fu Huaiyi: "..."

When she was told to take the pancakes, Lin Yuyao didn't realize it yet.

Now that she's stopping people from drinking porridge, she can tell what's going on.

Fu Huaiyi must have thought that she only cooked enough for two people and was worried that Yi Yunshuo would eat too much and it wouldn't be enough.

Lin Yuyao said, "It's alright, I'm full. There's still plenty left in the pot, enough to drink. Brother Yi, let me help you fill it up."