Transmigrated as the Short-Lived White Moonlight, I Ended Up Happily Ever After With the Female Lead - Chapter 18

Song Yi carried the steaming hot pastries and turned back into the side room. Ji Yan’an’s nose was sharp, and ever since Song Yi carried the pastries into the room, she had smelled the sweet aroma. Her listless expression changed, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at Song Yi.

“Are those! Date cakes?” The room was filled with the sweet fragrance of date cakes. Ji Yan’an quickly got up to look at the pastries in Song Yi’s hand.

Sure enough, the plate of pastries in Song Yi’s hand were the date cakes she had been longing for. They were still steaming hot and utterly tempting.

“Go ahead and eat. They’re for you.” Song Yi saw that Ji Yan’an was incredibly eager. Although she was a little puzzled as to why she was so happy over date cakes when she probably ate things a hundred times more exquisite usually, she ultimately didn’t ask, simply assuming she was starving.

After Ji Yan’an received the plate of pastries, she didn’t rush to put them into her own mouth. Instead, she first fed a few pieces to Song Yi.

When Song Yi saw the pastry offered to her mouth, she instinctively frowned, especially disliking the cloyingly sweet taste. However, she could never refuse Ji Yan’an’s bright, shining eyes, so she still opened her mouth and ate a few pieces of the date cake.

Seeing that Ji Yan’an was about to feed her more, Song Yi quickly used the excuse of serving the porridge to escape.

Song Yi opened the lid to ladle the porridge. Through the rising steam, she saw Ji Yan’an seriously savoring the date cake. With a piece of the pastry in her mouth, her eyes curved into crescents—cute and innocent.

Did she like date cakes? Then why didn’t she eat a piece herself just now? Song Yi appeared cold and aloof, but she also liked to consider the small details. For the past three years, she had spent every freezing night thinking about how to turn the tables and find her enemies, yet she never wasted effort on trivial matters like this.

For some reason, looking at Ji Yan’an through the shimmering steam made her heart feel warm. Those difficult days seemed to dissipate. As long as Ji Yan’an stood there, she wasn’t in the dark.

She paused for a long while and watched for quite some time. It wasn’t until the steam slowly cleared and Song Yi met Ji Yan’an’s gaze—the other girl smiled at her—that she quickly lowered her head to serve the porridge.

Seeing the pot of white porridge, Song Yi realized, why did I avoid her gaze?

Ji Yan’an was completely focused on her food once she had it. She didn’t notice Song Yi’s unusual behavior, only hugging the plate and eating intently.

Date cakes held a very special significance for Ji Yan’an. When she was little in the orphanage and was bullied, she never got any fruit or good food. When Grandma Director saw this, she criticized the other children and gave Ji Yan’an a sweet, soft date cake. That taste was enough for Ji Yan’an to remember for many years.

This was the first time Song Yi had been so slow doing something. In the time it took to ladle a bowl of porridge, Ji Yan’an had already finished the pieces of pastry on the plate. Just as she put the plate down, she saw Song Yi holding the white porridge.

“Hiccup—Let me help you!” Ji Yan’an let out a burp. To hide her embarrassment, she quickly moved to take the bowl of porridge from Song Yi.

However, Song Yi raised the bowl, showing no intention of handing it to Ji Yan’an. The bowls taken from the kitchen were the thin kind. Ji Yan’an had been waited on hand and foot since childhood; when had she ever carried a bowl herself? Her delicate hands certainly shouldn’t get burned even slightly.

Having considered all this, Song Yi finally came back to her senses. When did I start thinking so much for others…?

Ji Yan’an looked at Song Yi’s distracted expression in confusion and asked, “What’s wrong?”

That soft, sweet voice pulled Song Yi back from her thoughts. She didn’t reply but first placed the bowl on a serving tray before handing it to Ji Yan’an: “Hold it like this, and it won’t be hot.”

Ji Yan’an nodded with a smile, happily holding her tray and standing by the door, waiting for Song Yi to serve her own bowl.

After Song Yi had served her porridge, she looked at Ji Yan’an leaning against the doorway. She was staring at the obviously plain porridge, already looking eager to eat it.

“Can you still eat that?” Song Yi wanted to tease her. On the way back to the courtyard with her, she casually asked this question.

Ji Yan’an immediately stamped her little foot upon hearing this: “Hmph! Just you watch! Not only can I still eat it, but I can also eat a few big steamed buns!”

“What if you get fat and can’t get married?”

“Ah… If I can’t get married, I’ll just rely on you for the rest of my life!!”

This was the first time the two got along so naturally. Ji Yan’an forgot her identity as a time-traveler, and Song Yi abandoned her aloofness and guarded heart.

Back in the sleeping chamber, the two bowls of hot porridge slowly cooled in the cold wind. Both girls had red noses from the cold wind. As soon as they stepped into the room, the warmth that rushed to meet them settled their hearts, as if they had a home.

“Warm up first before drinking the porridge.” Song Yi looked at Ji Yan’an’s impatient expression and couldn’t help but remind her.

Ji Yan’an reluctantly gave up on drinking the porridge, looking aggrievedly at Song Yi: “But… if I don’t drink it soon, it will get cold.”

“You still have to wait a moment before drinking it. If you drink it now, your stomach will feel uncomfortable.” Song Yi refused to budge. She picked up both serving trays and placed them near the brazier. “This way, it will cool down slower.”

Ji Yan’an nodded. She was about to casually pick up a book to flip through when Le Yan joyfully rushed in from outside, holding something like a treasure to show Ji Yan’an.

“Miss! These are a few steamed buns Le Yan specially got for you! They just came out of the pot and are piping hot!” Little Le Yan had run all the way in from outside, so her little face was naturally red. When she presented the buns, Ji Yan’an was surprised and delighted.

“There really are steamed buns?” Ji Yan’an hadn’t expected the boast she just made to Song Yi to actually come true, but looking at these buns, which were bigger than her fist, Ji Yan’an suddenly felt a headache coming on.

“Song Yi…” Ji Yan’an turned her pleading gaze toward Song Yi, but the girl, who had been standing there watching Ji Yan’an, instantly turned her head away, preferring to study which calligrapher wrote the characters in the book rather than help Ji Yan’an eat the big buns.

Le Yan’s eyes were also shining brightly, making it impossible to refuse her.

“Just put the buns aside,” Ji Yan’an finally said after a long hesitation.

Le Yan nodded, completely unaware of her mistress’s predicament, and happily ran back out.

Ji Yan’an’s smile had been well-maintained, but it instantly collapsed after the maid left. She pulled Song Yi over and pointed at the three large buns on the table: “What are we going to do?! It’s your fault for not speaking up for me! You have to eat the buns too!”

Song Yi still didn’t say anything, suppressing a laugh. She brought over the porridge, clumsily trying to coax her: “Alright, alright, don’t be angry. The porridge is ready to drink…”

Ji Yan’an looked at the light but fragrant porridge on the tray and picked up her spoon to start drinking. Perhaps because of the added positive feelings for Song Yi, Ji Yan’an now felt the porridge was better than chicken soup, especially when paired with the big steamed buns.

And so, our young lady, who had started with a bitter expression, later forgot about maintaining any image, alternating between a bite of the bun and a spoonful of porridge, thoroughly enjoying herself.