Chapter 565: Fissure
Su Yinhe’s originally flawless face cracked, “Lin Murong, you big idiot, get out.”
Lin Murong glanced at Su Yinhe, then at the taro bubble milk tea in his hand, momentarily unable to advance or retreat.
“But…,” it was a bit too sweet.
It seemed… maybe… he couldn’t finish it.
Would he be killed?
Lin Murong silently picked up a helmet from the side and put it on.
Su Yinhe: “???”
Su Yinhe was dumbfounded.
Wait, where did this helmet come from?
“Your helmet…”
“It’s nice, isn’t it? Good for taking a beating.” Lin Murong tapped the helmet he was wearing.
Su Yinhe: “…”
Su Yinhe didn’t want to pursue that; what she cared about was…
“Drink up. Finish it in front of me, OK?”
“No, no, no, I can’t. Galaxy, spare me.” Lin Murong hugged his head, looking pitiful.
“You made it, you must finish it.” Su Yinhe pulled out a toy kitchen knife.
Though a toy, it was about the size of a normal kitchen knife, with red stains on it.
Lin Murong: “…”
Galaxy really could produce anything.
“But…” he didn’t want to, wailing…
Just when Lin Murong was trying to soften Su Yinhe’s heart, Chi Yan came back.
Upon returning, he immediately spotted the milk tea on the table.
With just one glance, he almost figured out what had happened.
“Haven’t you promised me?” Chi Yan was still gentle toward Su Yinhe.
“Oh dear, Lin Murong kept blabbering, I couldn’t resist,” Su Yinhe grabbed his hand and flicked it.
Just a flick, and Chi Yan softened.
Then, the firepower turned towards Lin Murong, who was ready to run away.
“Where are you going? You just got here and now you’re leaving?” Chi Yan pressed down Lin Murong, who was attempting to escape with a helmet on.
“I… have something else to do.” After being caught by Chi Yan, Lin Murong shut his eyes, thinking it was all over.
“Did you make this milk tea?” Chi Yan looked at the twelve extra cups of milk tea on the table.
“Yes.” Lin Murong sneaked a little to the side.
“Chi Yan, try it,” Su Yinhe picked up the cup she had drunk from and handed it to him.
Chi Yan hesitated for a moment, then took a sip.
Hmm…
“How is it?” This sweetness seemed like something Chi Yan would enjoy.
“It’s pretty good,” Chi Yan nodded.
Hearing this, Su Yinhe breathed a sigh of relief.
Good, good, this cup of milk tea won’t go to waste.
The remaining ten cups of milk tea also won’t go to waste.
“Then finish it. I… can’t drink any more.” The sugar content in this cup of milk tea could directly send her away.
Su Yinhe even suspected that Lin Murong made the milk tea not for her but for Chi Yan.
Thinking of this, Su Yinhe’s expression turned strange.
“Okay.” Chi Yan obediently nodded.
Having found a solution, Su Yinhe was relieved, and so was Lin Murong, who even smiled.
But the next second, Su Yinhe’s words wiped the smile off his face.
“What are you laughing at? Eleven cups for Chi Yan to handle. You still have to deal with your own cup; you still have to drink it.”
Lin Murong: “…”
Right.
Chi Yan would drink the milk tea Su Yinhe had drunk, but not the one he had drunk.
He still had to handle it himself.
“Remember, you must finish it,” Su Yinhe kindly reminded.
Murong’s smiling face collapsed immediately.
“Keep it up!” Su Yinhe even gave him a thumbs up for encouragement.
“Then I’ll take it downstairs to drink.” Murong picked up the milk tea. He planned to take it downstairs, add some pure milk, and dilute its sweetness.
“No way. Drink it here, I want to watch you drink.” Su Yinhe’s voice was gentle, but her words were a bit heart-rending.
“Really?” Murong was almost crying.
He wasn’t Chi Yan— he couldn’t handle something so sweet.
Murong now wanted to go back in time and slap himself.
Why had he made such sweet milk tea?
Darn it.
Now, he had to drink it himself.
“Yeah, yeah. Come on, drink up.”
Under the watchful eyes of Su Yinhe and Chi Yan, Murong struggled to finish an entire cup of cloyingly sweet milk tea.
At first, he sipped it bit by bit, but then, perhaps thinking of something, he pinched his nose and gulped it down in one go.
Afterward, he drank water like a madman.
“I think I’ve lost my sense of taste now.” Murong drank a whole teapot of water before he managed to suppress the overwhelmingly sweet taste in his throat.
“It’s okay, your sense of taste will come back soon.” Su Yinhe patted his shoulder to comfort him.
“I don’t believe it.” Murong looked at her and shook his head.
Su Yinhe immediately withdrew her hand, thinking, believe it or not.
“Galaxy, why are you like this? You have no patience with me.” Murong gave her a reproachful look.
But he only looked reproachful for a moment. The next second, he started burping.
And then, it was nonstop.
Su Yinhe: “…”
It looked like Murong was about to “explode” any second.
No worries, he should still be able to live.
Disasters last for a thousand years, after all.
Murong made twelve cups of milk tea for Su Yinhe, but in the end, neither he nor Su Yinhe benefited—Chi Yan did.
No one saw that coming.
Chi Yan quite liked those taro bubble milk teas; each cup suited his taste perfectly.
He enjoyed them a lot.
Because of these milk teas, Chi Yan had beat up Murong far less frequently recently.
It was hard to say whether this was a twist of fate.
But what Murong really wanted wasn’t this; he wanted Su Yinhe’s approval. Chi Yan’s opinion of him didn’t matter.
In his efforts to please Su Yinhe, Murong’s taro bubble milk tea hadn’t succeeded, so he pondered making other types of milk tea, continually asking her what kind she wanted to drink.
Su Yinhe: “I’m just an ordinary supermarket owner, not worth your paparazzi-like perseverance.”
“Ordinary? Galaxy, you’re saying you’re ordinary? I won’t allow it!”
Su Yinhe helplessly held her forehead.
“What ‘won’t allow’ nonsense are you talking about? Do I need your permission?”
“Huh? Galaxy, don’t try to make me say tongue twisters. You’re not ordinary at all. You’re clearly…not an ordinary person.”
Su Yinhe: “…”
Very well, she fully experienced Murong’s limited vocabulary.
“So, Galaxy, what kind of milk tea do you want? I’ll make it for you.”
“No need, I’m afraid you’ll poison me,” Su Yinhe said with a smile.
Murong looked at her with a disappointed face.
“Galaxy, how can you be like this? I’m so good to you, and you still question my skills. I’m very disappointed.” Murong shook his head and sighed.
Galaxy was being too much. Even Chi Yan, who at least would drink the milk tea he made, wasn’t this harsh.
She despised it before he even made it.
Murong expressed great disappointment.
Su Yinhe got a bit irritated.
“You can be disappointed all you want. I don’t care. Hurry up and leave,” Su Yinhe started ushering him out.
“Don’t be like that. I want to make milk tea for you.” He would eventually make a milk tea that tasted even better than Chi Yan’s.