Just as she scratched her hair at a loss, there was a sudden notice from the phone.
It was a notice from wechat.
She turned on the phone and found that she had joined a group named Night Cats.
Who was so boring to do this?
When Phoebe was about to turn off her phone, a message popped up in the group chat.
Florence: brother, why did you ask me to create a group in the middle of the night?
Looking at the familiar net name, Phoebe was a little surprised. It was a group created by Florence.
And what did she just say? Brother?
Was Stanford also in this group?
Phoebe’s heart pounded faster. She quickly opened the group and saw a list of five members.
They were all real names: Florence, Ernest, Collin and Stanford.
It was a group of five of them.
And it was Stanford who suggested creating it. What did Stanford want to say?
Phoebe looked at the screen nervously and concentrated.
After a while, Florence sent another message.
Florence：？
Florence: brother, are you still here? Are you asleep?
Stanford: No.
After a while, he sent another message.
Stanford: who wants to have midnight snack?
Seeing the two words “Midnight snack”, Phoebe’s heart beat faster.
Did Stanford ask Florence to create a group in the middle of the night to ask about the midnight snack?
Thinking of their appointment tonight, Phoebe held the keyboard tightly, hesitating if she should send a message saying that she was going to do it.
When she was thinking whether she should send it now or later, another message popped up on the screen.
Florence: I don’t want to eat.
Ernest: I don’t want to eat.
Collin：…
Collin: I’ll eat with you. What do you want to eat? I’ll ask the chef to cook for you.
Looking at the message from Collin, Phoebe’s heart stopped beating.
She had been looking forward to it for a long time, but now…
If Collin asked the chef to cook the midnight snack for Stanford, she wouldn’t have to cook the noodles. Besides, if Collin had the midnight snack with Stanford, she wouldn’t have to show up.
She had thought how to cook in this afternoon, but now all her efforts were in vain.
All of a sudden, her heart was empty and filled with an indescribable sense of loss.
Phoebe lowered her hand dejectedly. She was depressed. The feeling of being frustrated again was unbearable for her.
She began to reflect on herself. Did she think too much these days…
The phone rang again.
Stanford: you should lose weight. Don’t eat midnight snack.
Collin：？？？
Behind the screen, he was totally confused. He worked out every day, and his figure was perfect. Even his muscles were strong. When did he need to lose weight?
When Collin was about to explain his body carefully, he saw another message from Stanford.
Stanford: Phoebe, do you want to eat midnight snack?
Phoebe stared at the screen of her cellphone in a daze, as if she had taken an exciting roller coaster.
She didn’t expect that Stanford would ask her if she would like to eat midnight snack.
So, Collin didn’t go or he had other things?
Her mood turned gloomy to happy again.
Phoebe: I’m a little hungry. Let me cook noodles for you?
Stanford: okay.
So the two of them agreed.
Collin sat in the room with his phone in his hand. Her face was sullen.
He stared at the phone screen for a few seconds and suddenly threw it to the ground.
“Fuck!”
He couldn’t help cursing, so he created a group in the middle of the night to wake him up in order to ask Phoebe out for a midnight snack?
He was foolishly self-sentimental…
They bullied a single man!
He had always thought that Florence and Ernest went too far because they always publicly demonstrated their affection. Now Stanford and Phoebe weren’t together, but they had publicly demonstrated their affection.
All of a sudden, he didn’t want to help Stanford to get Phoebe.
After Phoebe and Stanford agreed in the group chat, there was no new message.
However, Phoebe still held her phone and stared at the screen for a few minutes. She couldn’t help but feel excited.
She couldn’t help but guess that the reason why Stanford created this group was to let her cook noodles.
Unexpectedly, this man could do a lot for her.
This feeling made her feel like stepping on the clouds, light and unreal.
It was so fantastic.
With this kind of uncertain feeling all the way, Phoebe went downstairs in the specially prepared pajamas and went to the kitchen.
As soon as she entered the kitchen, she met Stanford who was walking towards her.
Phoebe was a little stunned and felt a little uncomfortable. She nodded and said, “have a seat. I’m going to cook noodles.”
“Do you need any help?”
Stanford asked in a low and natural voice.
His attitude made people feel that they could be very close to each other.
Phoebe shook her head and said, “no, thanks. I can do it myself. I’ll be fine soon.”
Then she rushed into the kitchen.
There were servants at home, so she seldom cooked. But she would cook some midnight snack occasionally. She usually ate noodles, so she could cook noodles.
In the afternoon, after Stanford said that he wanted to eat noodles, Phoebe found a lot of dishes and studied them for several hours, trying to make the non-spicy noodles delicious.
Unfortunately the plan backfired.
Stanford took a bite and his expression was strange.
Phoebe got nervous and asked, “what’s wrong? Isn’t it delicious?”
Stanford pressed his lips and said nothing.
Phoebe’s heart skipped a beat. She was afraid that it wasn’t delicious, but he hesitated to tell her.
She was a little annoyed and reached out to take Stanford’s bowl.
“I’ll cook it again.”
“No, thanks.”
Stanford tried to stop her, “it tastes good.”
Although he said it euphemistically, he didn’t say it was good and delicious as that night.
It was really not delicious.
Phoebe held Stanford’s bowl tightly and said, “I’ll cook it again. The next bowl will be delicious.”
“No need. It tastes good.”
He still said it tasted good. It was really against his conscience.
Phoebe’s heart sank. “I don’t believe it. Let me have a taste.”
Then she picked up the chopsticks and picked up the noodles from Stanford’s bowl.
As he pressed the bowl so that it was fixed in front of him, Phoebe could only lean over and even neck to eat the noodles.
The distance between the two was instantly shortened.
Stanford looked at the woman who suddenly got close to him. Her action of opening her mouth and swallowing noodles was particularly attractive.
All of a sudden, his eyes darkened…