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âDo⦠do you know what bibimbap is?â Purple Summers asked him after a moment of hesitation.
Alexander Summers didnât answer, he just stared at her with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
â Purple was going to cook for him.
That was the only thing he cared about right now, and he was quite pleased about it.
Purple Summers braced herself to cook.
Although her cooking skills were not great, she thought, shouldnât she be at least a little better than Alexander Summers?
The bibimbap was the only dish she was confident in preparing. The method was simple and crude, just cutting various vegetables into strips, blanching them in boiling water, then mixing them into the white rice, and adding soy sauce and Korean chili sauce. After stirring, it was ready to eat.
It was tasty and filling, but it might not look⦠appetizing.
Purple Summers had finished mixing the rice and was somewhat embarrassed to show it.
Alexander Summers was surely used to all kinds of gourmet dishes outside, even at home, Atra Blancâs cooking was top notch. Now asking him to eat thisâ¦
Purple Summers herself felt a bit inhumane.
Bright red rice, mixed with all kinds of mashed vegetablesâ¦
It could only be described as pig food.
âI havenât made it for a long time, so Iâm a little rustyâ¦â Spraining her cheeks with embarrassment, Purple Summers stammered, âItâs a little salty, so⦠why donât you⦠call Zack Wallace.â
Alexander Summers quietly looked at the bibimbap in the gilded rose porcelain plate.
His ink-black eyes shimmered with tiny lights, silent and focused, as if he was looking at something extraordinary.
Purple Summersâ face turned even redder.
âCall Zack Wallace.â She reached out to take the plate in front of Alexander Summers, regretting her presumption.
Alexander Summers held her hand, picked up the silver spoon beside him, and took a bite of the bibimbap.
Purple Summers was a bit nervous, watching Alexander Summers.
⦠It wouldnât taste incredibly bad, would it?
But then she thought: even if it did taste bad, it was Alexander Summersâ own fault! It was he who forced her to stay in this desolate mountain. He deserved to taste whatever he had brewed!
Regardless though, Purple Summers still felt a little embarrassed.
âNot bad,â Alexander Summers generously praised. He took a second bite, then a thirdâ¦
Purple Summers looked at him suspiciously.
Alexander Summersâ thin lips curved slightly, and he looked like he was enjoying his meal.
But how could she not know the taste of her food? She had just had a bite and it was clearly salty.
Could it be that she didnât stir it evenly, so the bite she tasted had more chili sauce?
Purple Summers was extremely hungry. Although the food in front of her was unsightly, she always had more tolerance for things she made herself.
She picked up her spoon and took two bites. Before she could appreciate the taste, she immediately covered her mouth!
âItâs so spicy!â
Spicy! Spicy! Spicy! Spicy! Spicy! Spicy! Spicy!
Alexander Summers, as though already prepared, handed her a cup of orange juice.
Purple Summers drank a cup heavily, and then coughed!
Alexander Summers put down his cutlery, pulled her into his arms, and patted her back gently. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âDonât you find it spicy?â Purple Summersâ face turned red from coughing, even her eyes misted up.
She hadnât measured properly, and had added too much chili sauce!
âHmm, it is a bit spicy,â Alexander Summers answered casually, continuing to pat her back.
Purple Summers didnât believe him, because Alexander Summers hadnât even changed his facial expression.
Could it be that the bibimbap in his bowl was different from hers?
As if seeing through Purple Summersâ thoughts, Alexander Summers laughed and asked her, âWhy donât you try it yourself?â
His smile was gentle, and his tone casual, but Purple Summers could not help detecting a deeper meaning.
She got suspicious, sensing that the mischievous Alexander Summers was back.
âNo⦠no need.â Purple Summers lowered her eyes, her heart pounding.
Just as she expected.
Alexander Summers kissed her hard, pushing her down onto the dining table