CHAPTER 459: CHAPTER 104: XIA XIYAO: IS XIYAN PRETTIER, OR AM I?_2

After finishing the reply, more than two hours had passed.

By then, it was already past three in the afternoon.

Xu Lin looked out the window; it was a rainy day, and it hadn’t stopped since morning, with many dark clouds. Days like this seem to make one feel most grounded.

Because in primitive society, on rainy days, humans didn’t need to go out to hunt or battle fierce animals, so there was no danger, and naturally, the heart felt at ease.

However, rainy days also easily unsettle the mind.

Outside the room, Rong Xiyi had already started making a cake, but he didn’t know how far along she was or if she’s able to succeed.

Xu Lin didn’t know what to do, nor did he want to do anything, he simply closed his eyes to rest, but suddenly thought of Yu Xinyan.

Lately, Yu Xinyan had sent quite a few messages, and Xu Lin hadn’t seen her for a while. Yu Xinyan was on vacation now, and her mother had driven to Jiangdu earlier to take her home.

So Xu Lin opened Yu Xinyan’s chat interface.

"What are you doing at home?"

"Thinking about you!"

Yu Xinyan replied instantly; her responses were always so straightforward.

Xu Lin suddenly felt a bit stifled, feeling somewhat guilty toward Yu Xinyan, as if he were a wanderer flirting around.

"How’s the weather over there?"

"The weather is great!"

Yu Xinyan sent a photo to Xu Lin; the hometown was sunny and the sky was clear.

While over at Xu Lin’s side? The sky was overcast and it was raining endlessly.

The contrasting weather of the two cities—one sunny, one rainy—at this moment seemed to echo their moods.

Xu Lin suddenly felt that having many women might not be a good thing; he realized he was affectionate, but to these girls, it was unfair.

"Xu Lin, are you still in Eastern Guangdong?"

Yu Xinyan knew Xu Lin sent Ning Yuhuan home.

"I returned to Jiangdu last night."

"Oh!"

Yu Xinyan: "When are you coming home?"

"Not sure yet, I still have to go to the provincial capital."

"Alright then."

Then Xu Lin shared with her that his novel’s comic would go online in April and the physical book would be published in May.

Yu Xinyan: "Amazing! Our Xu Lin is becoming a great writer, already has his merchandise!"

Yu Xinyan was genuinely happy for Xu Lin; such happiness couldn’t be conveyed through a few words on WeChat, even standing in front of Xu Lin in real life, it couldn’t be fully expressed because true emotions often fail in words.

And Xu Lin couldn’t understand it any better.

Xu Lin: "Calm down, it’s just a small thing!"

Xu Lin chatted with Yu Xinyan for over ten minutes, then Yu Xinyan became busy, assisting at her mother’s workplace, which counted as an internship training, now in the afternoon at three o’clock, was working time.

After finishing the conversation with Yu Xinyan, Xu Lin stared blankly at the computer for over ten minutes.

Youth knows not the taste of sorrow.

But it’s not to say that youth knows nothing about "sorrow."

Humans are emotional creatures, prone to stirring seven emotions and six desires because of various things.

Night fell.

Rong Xiyi rushed in and said: "Xu Lin, I finished the cake, a strawberry cake, come out and try the results of this magnificent beauty!"

"Let me see what a bird-like thing you made?"

"Xu Lin, you’re the bird-like thing!"

Rong Xiyi stomped her foot in place.

"I’m just joking, Classmate Rong’s strawberry cake, I definitely have to treat it seriously!"

"Haha!"

Not long after, Xu Lin saw Rong Xiyi’s creation.

Strawberry cake, twenty centimeters in diameter and eight centimeters in height, neither large nor small.

The taste was unknown, but just the appearance could barely pass as a cake.

"Ta-da! Look at my masterpiece!"

Rong Xiyi was very excited, no matter what, this was her first time making a cake, that look as if wanting the praise of her parents like a child.

"Let me try the taste first."

In movies and TV dramas, there’s often episodes about a young lady cooking some terrible dish, half a bag of salt kind of terrible, Xu Lin wondered, why don’t you taste a spoon yourself when cooking, only to present it directly on the table?

Just like saying type O blood is universal in dramas, it’s quite absurd.

Yet considering Rong Xiyi’s DIY capabilities, Xu Lin merely took a tiny scoop with a spoon and stuck his tongue out to lick that tiny piece of cake.

"Xu Lin, how is it?"

Rong Xiyi’s face was full of hope, looking for Xu Lin’s praise.

"Though the appearance is lacking, the taste is okay."

Cake is a very sweet dessert, and Xu Lin truly didn’t like it; the cake made by Rong Xiyi was overly sweet, just like those in cake shops, which Xu Lin didn’t fancy, but concerning taste, Rong Xiyi’s cake was passable.

"Hmph! Then it’s delicious, right?"

"I think it’s pretty good."

"Then eat more."

"So sweet, how could you ask me to eat more, which guy likes cake?"

"Then why did you say it’s pretty good?" Rong Xiyi felt wronged.

"A good taste doesn’t mean I like it, there’s no necessary correlation, I rarely eat overly sweet stuff."

"You don’t eat, then I will!"

"Just a little will do, it’s too sweet, eating too much isn’t good for your health."

Xu Lin reminded.

"Got it!"

Actually, Rong Xiyi didn’t want to eat after having two small pieces, finding it dull, remembering that she’s alone eating at home, and Xu Lin just ate a bit. Rong Xiyi thought, if only Xia Xiyao was here.

On the other side, Xu Lin also started cooking.

The dinner dishes were fairly abundant.

Besides beef and bacon, there were pickled beans and sauerkraut.

Xu Lin found his cooking skills becoming more skillful, cooking with ease.