Chapter 6: You gave it to me.

After the success of the dumpling feeding incident, a delicate balance is struck between Min Duan and Xu You.

Min Duan opens the door to his house every night at 7:00 p.m. sharp and offers to take the dishes delivered by Xu You, who opens the door the next day to see empty plates on a high stool in the hallway.

He's also a bigot who knows about CD-ROMs.

Xu You will still open the doors and windows to cook, the sense of smell can tickle the taste buds, as long as Min Duan slightly open the doors and windows can be smelled, which is a little thought she used.

One day at noon, Xu You brought a plate of fried rice from the kitchen and saw Min Duan lounging on her couch, his arms wrapped around a pillow, his head hanging low, his chin resting on the pillow.

Looking a little sleepy.

Xu You was a bit shocked to see him appear at this time, from the first time she saw him, she realized that he had red lips and white skin, and if she added two fangs, he would be more like a vampire in medieval Europe.

She subconsciously thought of Min Duan as a nocturnal species, but of course the big man really had no concept of nourishment and slept late, rising only at noon.

Min Duan heard the commotion and asked, "What's to eat?" His voice was muffled with the muffled sound of just waking up.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room were open, the warm and bright midday sunlight falling in, making his skin appear whiter and thinner, and he drooped his eyelids, his thin lashes covering down and leaving small shadows under his eyes.

Xu You placed the plate in his hand on the table, "Egg fried rice, do you want some?"

"Uh-huh." He answered, before removing the cushion and curling his legs, lazily standing up.

Xu You went to the kitchen and brought out another big bowl of winter melon soup and added a set of chopsticks for him.

She didn't expect Min Duan to come over for lunch today, so she made it rather simple and didn't have much.

Min Duan sat down and ate quietly.

Xu You took a few glances, saw his expression relax and look quite satisfied, and followed suit.

She was not in the habit of talking at meals, and Min Duan was directly not in the habit of talking, so the first time they ate together was quiet, but the atmosphere was unusually harmonious and cordial.

Min Duan finished eating first, put down his dishes, and instead of immediately going back to his own home, he rejoined Xu You's sofa and lay down directly on it, half squinting his eyes as if he intended to catch up on his sleep.

As the twenty-first century health hand, Xu You really want to speak, do not lie down immediately after eating enough to feed, the stomach is not good.

Xu You eat and drink enough will be sleepy, do not want to talk do not want to move, as if all the strength is used as a digestive, the brain is heavy, the body does not have the energy, just want to take a nap.

Usually when she was full she'd go sit on the couch for a while, brewing sleepiness, but now Hatchet had her couch nest occupied by Min Duan's long legs.

Xu You walked over and saw that the two-meter long lazy boy couch was finished by Min Duan, leaving not a single crack for her, so she decided to use body language and hit his calf with her knee, signaling him to get lost.

But the big man didn't move a muscle, didn't even lift his eyes to look at her, wasn't he afraid she'd sit her ass down and crush his kneecaps.

Xu You bumped her knee against his again and realized that it was as if he had fallen asleep, she gave him a disgruntled look and then intended to go to her chair, before she could turn around she heard a soft laugh, laced with a soft and shallow breath.

Min Duan opens his eyes, sits up with his arms propped on his body, his long legs bent, his whole back against the couch, his shoulders shaking slightly, his chest heaving, and he can't stop smiling.

Xu You looks at him uncertainly, thinking she's poked her knee in the on/off button of his laugh hole.

Laughing at her expressionless face.

Can't really get where his laughs are coming from.

But he did look good when he smiled, his eyebrows spread out, his narrow eyes curved up, and his grim aura softened by several degrees, like a warm sun shining on a glacier.

Min Duan stepped aside and Xu You ascended to the throne as she sat up cross-legged, snorting against the couch.

Min Duan glanced at her, then swept the table, before slowly and methodically getting up to clean up, then going to the kitchen to do the dishes.

Xu You raised an eyebrow in wonder and followed, peeking in through the kitchen door as Min Duan put the dishes in the sink, the side of his face clean and smooth, his eyelashes slightly lowered, his expression diffuse and focused.

His hair wasn't pure black, and the light falling on the top of his hair would lighten his hair color to a light brown.

Seemingly washing dishes for the first time, Min Duan's hands move awkwardly and slowly, pausing after squeezing the detergent before picking up the dishcloth, which is as slippery as a bar of soap in his hands, and several times the bowl comes out of his hand, which he is able to retrieve in a hurry before it is about to fall to the ground.

After a few moments of booming and banging, some of the dishes still had a corner that he accidentally knocked off.

He stared at the small gaping hole with dissatisfaction, frowning slightly, and Xu You wanted to laugh at the sight.

He was a living, breathing human being, and once again the image before her told her so.

The system noticed her mental activity and couldn't help but come out to remind her, "Host, thinking too much will only affect your ability to complete the mission, you just need to know that you have to complete the mission."

"What's the benefit of completing the mission?" Xu You asked.

The system said, "Of course it's resurrection, don't you want to go back to your original world?"

Of course she wanted to, the original world had her parents, her sister, friends and coworkers and familiar surroundings, but to use those as rewards for completing the quests in this world was it like passing a game?

Xu You lowered his eyes, didn't respond to the system's words, and walked towards the living room.

When Min Duan finished washing the dishes and picked them up to put them in the cupboard, his movement paused. If it was him in the past, he would have thought that washing the dishes was meaningless, but now he was a little bit confused as to what exactly was meaningful.

He lowered his eyes, the smooth, mirror-like bowl imprinting the broad expanse of his blurred face.

What's different and since when is it different?

Min Duan walked out of the kitchen, his eyes sweeping around without seeing Xu You, and walked around the table in the center of the living room before he saw her sprawled out on the couch in the back, asleep.

She was still wearing a white cotton nightgown, the hem of the skirt was rubbed upward a bit, even over the root of her thighs, her white, slender legs were folded, her toes were white and rounded.

Her hair was spread out on the beige couch, her lips slightly curved, her expression like that of a satiated, lazy cat.

A warm breeze blew in from the balcony, bringing with it the light scent of jasmine.

His vision was fixed.

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Xu You woke up in a daze, slowly sitting up and snorting, his eyes tinted with a thin layer of moisture, he lowered his eyes and noticed the blanket covering him, looked sideways and unexpectedly saw Min Duan's back.

He hadn't left yet and was leaning against the window, looking out over the ledge.

In the late afternoon, the sheer clouds in the sky were haloed in large swaths of orange and red, and the light fell on him, filtering him with a warm-toned halo.

Xu You walks over barefoot and finds him looking at the jasmine flowers on the windowsill.

When she first came here, she saw that the windowsill was very large, so she had the idea of raising flowers, and bought large and small colorful potted plants back to plant, but in the end, the only one that survived was the small and inconspicuous jasmine, in which case she simply planted all of them with this small white flower.

Min Duan saw that her hair was slightly disheveled after sleeping, and subconsciously raised his hand to help her smooth it out twice.

Xu You ignored his movements, looked down and swept around the jasmine flowers, picking out a pot and handing it to him, it was the first one she had raised.

Min Duan raised an eyebrow, "For me?"

Xu You nodded, she didn't expect a pot of flowers to give the big man a sense of humor, it was just that something alive always brought a little life to a person, and she remembered that when she first met Min Duan, his eyes were empty and dead.

"Why?" He asked.

Xu You ：Seeing you looking so seriously, I thought you liked it.

She pulled up a smile and said, "The flower word for jasmine is pure friendship, I thought you'd like it so I stopped by to express my friendship, if you don't like it forget it."

Min Duan reached out and took it, holding it carefully, the corners of his lips curving slightly as he said in a low, slow voice, "You gave it to me."

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That night, Min Duan realized what a big problem he had brought home.

He doesn't know how to raise flowers at all and has no experience.

He can dismember any body with precision and sew it back together without missing a beat, and he can manipulate all sorts of people, but he just can't raise a flower with a single concept in his head.

Holding the pot of flowers, he sat on his couch in deep contemplation and agitation.

It's too delicate, with soft petals that can't withstand the slightest bump, so why should something like this that grows all over the roadside and decays at will be carefully cultivated?

Gee, and it symbolizes friendship, what if you raise it to death.

Min Duan twenty-five years of life, the first time I had a tangled affliction, or because of a pot of small white flowers.

He was silent for a moment and summoned a downstairs golem, which knelt outside the door, waiting for the next command.

Min Duan walked to the door with the flowerpot in his arms, handed it over and said, "Keep it well, don't let it die."

The puppet obediently raised its hands, and just as its fingers were about to touch the flowerpot, Min Duan retracted them, and took a step back, "Go back."

The golem got up and left when instructed to do so.

Min Duan closed the door, helplessly carried the flowers back to the living room, sat back down on the couch, and said to himself, "I'm going to raise them myself."

He didn't believe that he couldn't keep a single pot of flowers.

Min Duan took out his phone and started to look up how to raise jasmine, watering it once in the morning and once in the evening in the summer, once a week in the winter, needing light and fertilizer and pruning and loosening the soil and so on.

What a pain in the ass.

Min Duan frowned, looking at it less than happily, and sighed hopelessly.

This one night, someone stayed up all night searching for and organizing the most detailed and prepared tips on how to raise flowers.

And next door, Xu You, who has killed many pots of flowers, is sleeping peacefully.