Drink This Bowl Of Dog Blood! [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 10

Inside the car, Song Yanxing fastened his seatbelt. He shifted his gaze away from the Bentley that had just driven off and turned to ask where they were going.

Adjusting the seat height, Ye Hui studied the man’s expression and said with a smile that they should go to the park where they first met.

“Mhm,” Song Yanxing replied. He gripped the steering wheel, looked ahead, and started the vehicle.

Ye Hui’s hands tightened. He tilted his head slightly to look at the man, who showed no reaction to his words. Ye Hui broke the silence by wondering if the shop run by the old woman near that park was still open, noting that Song Yanxing used to say her food was delicious.

Song Yanxing replied neutrally that they could go take a look.

Noticing the man’s lukewarm attitude, Ye Hui looked out the window with a sense of helplessness and stopped talking. He felt as though something were stuck in his throat, causing a dull and painful ache.

In truth, this scene was not uncommon after they got married, but now their roles were reversed. In the past, Song Yanxing had been exceptionally good to him. He had even retired from the entertainment industry just because Ye Hui said he wanted to come home after work to find a light left on and a home-cooked meal waiting for him.

Ye Hui realized he was the truly despicable one. He had selfishly wanted to hide the man away, yet he grew disgusted and distant because Song Yanxing had lost his radiance. Humans, in the end, are prone to such folly; once they obtain something, they forget the feeling of having once stood on their tiptoes to reach for it.

The car arrived at their destination in silence. To avoid causing an unnecessary commotion, Song Yanxing put on a face mask. Ye Hui looked at the crowd and suggested they go to the old woman’s shop since there would not be many people at this hour. Song Yanxing nodded in agreement.

At noon, the shop was indeed quiet. The two walked to the entrance of the small beef noodle shop, which was humble but fully equipped. Ye Hui called out to an elderly woman with white hair and a hunched back who was busy working.

The woman straightened up while clutching her waist and looked toward the voice. She paused before recognizing them and asking if it was Xiao Hui.

“Grandma, it is me. We have come to see you,” Ye Hui said, approaching to support her with a smile.

The old woman beamed, her face wrinkling with joy. She invited them in, noting that there were not many customers at the moment. Song Yanxing followed the two into the shop. She led them to a curtained booth and kindly offered to treat them to whatever they wanted to eat.

Ye Hui did not stand on ceremony and promptly ordered the signature braised beef noodles, mentioning he had been thinking about them for a long time. The woman looked softly at Song Yanxing as he took off his mask. Song Yanxing offered a refined smile and said in a gentle voice that he would have the same, apologizing for the trouble.

The grandmother waved them off, saying she was just happy they came to see her, and went to the kitchen to prepare the food.

The atmosphere turned quiet again. Ye Hui looked at the man, whose casual attire could not hide his inherent grace. He took the initiative to speak, recalling that they met in that park while he was sketching. He remembered Song Yanxing wearing a mask and staring blankly, leading Ye Hui to believe he was the model booked online.

Recalling something funny, Ye Hui lowered his head and chuckled. He noted that Song Yanxing actually sat there like a fool, and it was not until the drawing was finished that Ye Hui received a message saying the actual model could not make it.

“Mhm. Thinking back, it was indeed foolish. A chance first encounter made me forget I even had work to do,” Song Yanxing replied, recalling the images in his mind.

The old woman approached with a tray carrying two bowls of noodles and asked what they were chatting about so happily. Song Yanxing quickly stood up and took the tray from her. She laughed helplessly and wondered how she could let a rare visitor help her.

“It is no trouble, Grandma.” Song Yanxing placed the noodles on the table and pulled out a stool for her to sit.

The old woman sat down and urged them to eat before the food got cold. Her gaze swept over the crew holding cameras nearby. She stood up, got several cups of water from the dispenser, and handed them to the photographers, who thanked her.

Once the two were nearly finished, she asked if the cameras were filming them. She knew Song Yanxing was an actor and wondered if they were filming a TV drama.

Ye Hui set his tissue aside and explained with a smile that it was a variety show rather than a drama. He told her she would be able to see it on TV later and encouraged her to be herself and talk to them about anything.

The old woman nodded, but her attention shifted to the two people sitting opposite each other. Since their first meeting today, she had sensed a strange atmosphere between them. She asked how they were doing, noting that they did not hold a banquet when they got married, so she had not been able to congratulate them in person or give them a red envelope.

Ye Hui’s heart skipped a beat. Not holding a wedding banquet had been his own decision. When he first met Song Yanxing, he had been attracted by his resemblance to Chi Ting. To put it bluntly, Song Yanxing was a substitute for his obsession with another person. In his heart, a wedding was neither worth it nor desired. When he had refused the ceremony under the pretext of not wanting to cause trouble, he had seen the disappointment in Song Yanxing’s eyes, yet he had remained cold and unyielding.

Song Yanxing glanced at the distracted Ye Hui and took over the conversation. He explained that their work was busy, so they did not hold a wedding, and thanked her for her kindness. He paused, looking at the concerned elderly woman, and continued softly by explaining that after spending time together, he and Ye Hui found they were not compatible and had separated.

The old woman’s eyes widened slightly and she sighed, noting it was a pity since they seemed so good together back then.

Ye Hui’s pupils constricted. He looked up at the man in surprise. Song Yanxing remained calm and reached out to gently pat the old woman’s shoulder to comfort her. Ye Hui realized that he, the one who had led the marriage to its end, received no blame.

“Well, some things depend on fate. I hope you both find someone you love in the future,” the grandmother said, perhaps comforting herself as much as them.

The corner of Song Yanxing’s mouth curled imperceptibly as he agreed. Ye Hui lowered his eyes and forced a smile without speaking. After chatting a bit longer, they said their goodbyes and headed to the supermarket.

Tan Qiuyi pushed open the door to the house, changed his shoes, and glanced toward the kitchen. Catching sight of a certain figure, he picked up his water glass from the coffee table and wandered over with a casual air.

Sensing footsteps, Song Yanxing looked up and raised an eyebrow. He asked if Tan Qiuyi was back already and looked past the indifferent youth to ask where Zuo Yi was.

“He had a sudden matter at the company and had to leave,” Tan Qiuyi answered, leaning against the marble countertop. Watching the man’s skillful knife work, his cold features softened with curiosity. He asked if there was anything Song Yanxing could not cook.

Song Yanxing placed the shredded potatoes onto a plate, his eyes full of mirth as he looked up. He noted he could manage most things and asked what Tan Qiuyi would like to eat.

Remembering a dish he saw earlier, Tan Qiuyi was about to answer when he was interrupted by another voice.

“I am here to help. How far along are you?” Ye Hui came down the stairs. He paused upon seeing Tan Qiuyi but then smiled, noting that he thought only he and Song Yanxing would return early.

Watching Ye Hui walk into the kitchen with practiced familiarity and take out the ingredients Song Yanxing needed, Tan Qiuyi offered a faint response. Inwardly, however, he felt a sudden sense of loss. This was the first time he had ever wanted to get close to someone. From the past few days, he had guessed that the two were each other’s X, yet he could feel Song Yanxing’s care for him.

However, Tan Qiuyi lacked confidence. He wondered if the man was only looking after him because of Grandma Song. He feared he might have misunderstood and was merely being sentimental. At this thought, his gaze dimmed. He took a step back, preparing to leave.

“Where are you going? Do you not want the Spicy Chicken? Come and help,” the man’s voice called out, warm and rich with a hint of a tease.

Tan Qiuyi looked at him in shock, feeling flustered. Song Yanxing laughed at the stunned youth and asked if he had ever chopped anything, inviting him to dice the chicken.

“I can do that,” Tan Qiuyi promised.

On the other side, Ye Hui, who was washing vegetables while silently observing them, paused and lowered his eyes. Tan Qiuyi took the chicken out to wash it but then stood with the knife, unsure of where to start.

Song Yanxing leaned in close to explain the technique. His hot breath brushed against the back of Tan Qiuyi’s neck, and his deep voice made the youth’s ears tingle. Tan Qiuyi trembled slightly. Snapping back to reality, he ignored his burning face and threw himself entirely into the task of dicing the chicken.

Once dinner was ready, the others who had been working returned to the house.

“Delicious! I finally got to eat a meal made by Brother Song!” Cheng Siyou gave a thumbs up after eating the steamed fish. Zhou Xiangyu added that it was very good and better than a restaurant, only to receive a small glare from his own X.

Cheng Siyou rolled his eyes and told Zhou Xiangyu to work on his own disastrous cooking skills. Zhou Xiangyu rubbed his nose and said he would learn from Song Yanxing later.

Song Yanxing smiled and said he was welcome anytime. He then used serving chopsticks to fill a small bowl and handed it to Tan Qiuyi, who could not reach it.

Tan Qiuyi was surprised and thanked him. The Spicy Chicken had been made with the perfect level of heat. Even he, a beginner, could handle it, showing that Song Yanxing had gone to extra effort just for him.

After dinner, the group tidied the table together. Song Yanxing was about to head back to his room to wash up when someone called out to him.

Ye Hui asked if they could talk in the small house while looking up at the man whose expression had turned cold. Song Yanxing was not surprised. He could tell Ye Hui had been holding back for days, and it was time to put a final period on their story. He agreed to the talk.

Standing not far away, Tan Qiuyi’s brow furrowed as he clearly heard their conversation. Hesitation and a desire to retreat washed over him once again.