Cong Rong saw Wen Shaoqing’s expression, slowed down, and tried to explain, "Actually . . . Did you recall I had a toothache some time ago? I’ve been drinking porridge for a long time, plus I can't cook, so I have tasted almost every takeaway from nearby, and I’m so tired of them . It’s rare to taste home-cooked food again, that’s why . Hope you don't mind . ”
Speaking of a toothache, Wen Shaoqing suddenly remembered something . He put down his chopsticks and said solemnly: "We have known each other for a few years already . Shouldn't we be more harmonious than regular neighbors?"
Cong Rong put down her chopsticks . "We just met once in the past and lost contact ever since . The number of times we met can be counted with one hand . In fact, we are not familiar with each other at all . "
Wen Shaoqing concluded, "then why are you always avoiding me?"
Women are never born to speak what they feel, and Cong Rong subconsciously retorted, "I didn’t avoid you . "
Wen Shaoqing continued "because you knew that I’m aware that you like me? I’m unmarried and you also . I don't think there is any awkwardness between us regarding this matter . . . "
What Wen Shaoqing said was like a knife stabbing into Cong Rong's softest part of her belly, and she immediately retaliated, "Shut up! Don't mention it!"
Only now Cong Rong realized that this was a Feast at Swan Goose Gate .
Wen Shaoqing ignored her anger and started speaking nonsense in a professional tone, "generally speaking, patients will go through five psychological stages after knowing their illness, just like you accepting the fact that you love me . "
Cong Rong blushed, "I don't love you!"
Wen Shaoqing raised his eyebrows and concluded, "The first stage, the denial period when patients refuse to accept reality . "
Cong Rong was anxious, "You bullshit!"
Wen Shaoqing was very satisfied with her response . "The second stage, the angry period, mainly manifested as exasperation, venting emotions to those close to him . "
Cong Rong raised her hands, "well, I take back what I just said . "
Wen Shaoqing nodded, "The period of compromise . The patients who accepted the fact that he or she is ill will become kind . "
" . . . " Cong Rong covered her face and couldn't say a word .
Wen Shaoqing continued, "yes, fourth is the depression period . The patient will have a strong sense of loss, with reactions such as sadness, depression, and silence . "
Cong Rong took a deep breath, raised her head and looked at Wen Shaoqing listlessly, and stood up . "Whatever you say, I'm full and tired . I'll leave first . "
Wen Shaoqing looked at her and continued to sum up: "In the final stage, the patient basically accepted the facts and liked to be alone . "
Cong Rong turned to stare at him, "are you done?!"
"Several patients will momentarily recover to the second phase of being angry . "
A feeling of powerlessness was felt in Cong Rong’s heart . She had always been clever at work and had a silver tongue . When she went to school, she was also the main force in the school debate competition, with a sharp mind and brilliant arguments . She was responsive and logical but why is she at a loss of words with a professional butcher?
Wen Shaoqing was right on one point, she had to calm down so that he wouldn't be interested to flirt with her . Whether it was Rang Yi Rang or Wen Shaoqing, this holds true for both of them .
After thinking about it, Cong Rong quickly returned to the table and picked up chopsticks to continue eating .
In the following time, no matter what Wen Shaoqing said, she no longer retaliated and she smiled and remained silent throughout .
Wen Shaoqing also knew that the stag at bay is a dangerous foe, and he finished his meal without persisting .
The plate spicy pork ribs with hot peppers were eaten up by Cong Rong, someone who "doesn't eat spicy food . " After gulping down a whole glass of water, she still felt spicy as she stuck out her tongue for relief .
Wen Shaoqing looked at her then looked at Rang Yi Rang . He couldn’t help to smile and teased her . He turned to Rang Yi Rang and said "Rang Yi Rang, stick out your tongue . "
Rang Yi Rang stuck out its tongue immediately, Wen Shaoqing looked at it, then looked at Cong Rong, and laughed, "you resemble each other . "
Cong Rong turned her face and rolled her eyes . She has lost her mien as a calm and ruthless lawyer . Seeing that Wen Shaoqing got up to pick up the chopsticks to bring it to the sink, she quickly stopped him, "I'll wash it . You treated me to a meal and it's right that I wash the dishes for you . "
When Cong Rong was doing the dishes in the kitchen, Wen Shaoqing washed and cut some fruits . Cong Rong thought he was making fruit trays . But he took out a tray-like thing from the cabinet, plugged it in, and poured the yogurt into a cup . He then placed the washed fruits into the yogurt, sprinkled some raisins and nuts, and poured it into the tray .
Cong Rong stopped and looked over, "What is this?"
Wen Shaoqing spread the yogurt with a shovel, "Have you seen this before? It's an ice whipping machine . "
Cong Rong's eyes lit up, "Fried yogurt, I always wanted to try it, but in winter they don’t sell it . "
Wen Shaoqing waited for a few seconds, and the yogurt quickly agglomerated . He sprinkled some sesame seeds into it . "In the future, instead of buying fruit yogurt, you can make it yourself . "
Cong Rong absently replied, "Oh . "
Wen Shaoqing debunked her slowly, "I bet your ‘Oh’ means I shall continue explaining it to you but you would never try it on your own’?"
"Uh . . . " Cong Rong coughed lightly, "I don't like fruits . "
"Generally speaking, most people who say they don't like fruit are too lazy to wash or cut them . "
Cong Rong was dumbfounded, what a trenchant man!