The water kept boiling.
Stanford stopped sweeping the floor and looked up at Phoebe, “the water is boiling.”
“What?”
Phoebe was stunned for a while and then realized what Stanford had said.
Her face turned red. She felt so humiliated to stare at Stanford for so long.
Her eyes twinkled. She hurried to the fridge, took another handful of noodles and cooked them in the pot.
She should have asked Stanford how much he would like to eat, but she was so embarrassed and annoyed that she decided to cook at will.
She was too ashamed to talk to Stanford.
Although Stanford had never swept the floor before, he did it quickly.
After cleaning the floor quickly, he walked out of the kitchen and sat down at the table outside.
He waited for the noodles elegantly.
After the man left the kitchen, Phoebe felt relieved and the kitchen became spacious again.
What happened just now was still like a dream for her.
But the man sitting in the restaurant not far away told her clearly that this was the reality.
She didn’t expect that she would cook noodles for Stanford one day.
This kind of thing was already very intimate for her. For Phoebe, it might only happen between couples.
This was the first time she had such an intimate contact with Stanford.
After a while, the noodles were ready.
Phoebe carefully mixed the sauce and taste that she thought was the best. After putting the beef on the noodles, she carried two bowls of noodles, one big and one small, on a tray and walked out.
“I don’t cook it often. Maybe it doesn’t taste good. Make do with it?”
Phoebe gently put a large bowl of noodles in front of Stanford.
Stanford looked at them and frowned slightly.
Phoebe looked at him nervously. She noticed his expression and asked carefully, “What’s wrong? Does it look bad?”
The food he ate was always made by a high-level cook. In comparison, her noodles were really not very attractive.
Stanford said in a low voice, “I don’t eat spicy food.”
Phoebe was embarrassed. She made spicy noodles according to her taste.
Damn it! She should have asked him in advance.
Embarrassed, she reached out to the end of the bowl and said, “I’ll cook another bowl for you.”
“No need.”
Stanford reached out to block Phoebe’s hand and said, “I am hungry.”
When he blocked her hand, Phoebe involuntarily touched the back of Stanford’s hand and felt the heat of his skin.
She immediately put her hand back as if she got an electric shock.
However, Stanford didn’t respond. He picked up his chopsticks and ate the noodles gracefully.
Even if he had a bowl of ordinary noodles, his noble posture made this bowl of noodles look high-end.
Phoebe wanted to say something more, but she couldn’t.
She stared blankly at Stanford eating the noodles she cooked.
Her heart kept beating as if there was an electric motor installed on it.
She asked cautiously, “Does it taste good? Is it spicy? Don’t force yourself.”
She liked spicy food, so she thought this bowl of noodles was not too spicy. People who usually ate spicy food would also feel a little spicy.
Besides, if Stanford didn’t eat spicy food, he would definitely feel quite spicy.
Stanford stopped eating noodles, looked at her and answered, “spicy.”
Phoebe was upset. Actually…
“But it tastes good,” said Stanford.
The dark clouds that had just enveloped her head disappeared in an instant because of this sentence.
Phoebe looked at Stanford in a daze. She felt so happy.
Then, Phoebe sat opposite Stanford and had noodles with him.
She didn’t have much noodles, less than half of his, but she ate very slowly, one by one.
Her whole heart was totally on the man opposite her.
She couldn’t help peeping at him again and again.
She had never dreamed of having noodles with Stanford in the middle of the night.
She didn’t expect that it would happen in reality again.
At this moment, the man in pajamas, who was eating ordinary noodles, seemed to have removed the sharp and alienated edge, and became a little more ordinary and approachable.
She even had a daydream, hoping that this time could stay forever.
She could just sit opposite him, see him and feel him.
Phoebe couldn’t control her feelings anymore.
Stanford didn’t raise his head and continued to eat the noodles gracefully.
But he ate the noodles much slower than before.
It usually took him only a few minutes to finish the noodles, but it took him more than three times the time.
Until the noodles were a little cold, Stanford put down his chopsticks and said to Phoebe, “thank you for your noodles.”
Phoebe still had half a bowl of noodles left. She put down her chopsticks and said shyly, “It’s my pleasure.”
Stanford glanced at the noodles in her bowl and stood up.
“Take your time. I’m going upstairs.”
Then he turned around and walked outside.
Phoebe stared blankly at his back. As he went farther and farther, her heart seemed to be empty.
She didn’t realize it until she couldn’t see him at all.
She felt a little disappointed.
No matter how slowly she ate the noodles, he would finish the noodles and leave.
In the end, she was the only one left.
With a sigh, Phoebe lowered her head and began to eat the noodles again.
Since Stanford was not here, she ate up the noodles several times faster.
Although she was full, she felt empty in her heart.
Because the dream just now was so wonderful that her deathly quiet heart began to have inappropriate thoughts again.
Crack!
Phoebe patted herself on the face and murmured, “Phoebe, wake up. He was just hungry and wanted to eat noodles. What are you thinking about? You’re just being sentimental. Haven’t you learned enough from the past?”
She warned herself. It seemed that only in this way could she suppress the restlessness in her heart.
Stanford stopped at the stairway, turned around and looked at the restaurant with deep eyes.
In fact, he was not hungry.
But he was inexplicably irritable the whole night. Before he fell asleep, he heard the elevator start and someone went downstairs.
He had sharp ears and could tell that it was Phoebe from the walking frequency.
Why did she go downstairs in the middle of the night?
Out of inexplicable worry, he followed her downstairs and saw her cooking in the kitchen.