Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 245 Romantic Things

The lights in Tianxia KTV were still on, the neon tubes flashing, illuminating the corridor in patches of red and purple.

Sister Peach leaned against the counter, holding a makeup remover pad in her hand, wiping her eyeliner.

She looked at Lin Yue, who was preparing to leave work, and asked her a question with a puzzled expression.

"Yueyue, why have you switched to the early shift all the time?"

Sister Peach was very puzzled.

Lin Yue's base salary for working as a hostess is very low; it all depends on commission.

But there aren't many people at KTV in the morning, so they don't make much money at all.

Lin Yue tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Hmm... I guess I don't want to stay up late anymore, I want to go back and get some sleep."

She smiled, then waved to Sister Taozi, "I'm leaving now."

She turned and walked away, her high heels clicking lightly on the floor.

Sister Peach stared at her retreating figure, momentarily stunned.

Lin Yue had never had such a smile on her face before.

What's wrong with me today?

……

On her way home, Lin Yue walked faster than usual.

The streetlights were on, casting a dim yellow light on the road.

She walked for a while, then slowed down, then sped up again.

Even though I had already confirmed on QQ that Song Huan would be coming, I still couldn't help but look forward to it.

She rarely cooks at home; she usually just grabs a bite to eat outside.

I went to the supermarket today and bought soy sauce, vinegar, oyster sauce, and a bottle of sesame oil, which was quite expensive.

She walked down the street carrying a plastic bag, the bag leaving a red mark on her fingers, but she didn't switch hands.

As she turned into the alley, she saw Song Huan.

He stood under a streetlamp, carrying two plastic bags, one containing vegetables and the other meat.

Seeing her approach, he took half a step forward, then stopped, unsure of what to say for a long time.

Lin Yue glanced at him and found it somewhat amusing. "Let's go, I'll go back and teach you how to cook."

She took her keys out of her bag and walked ahead. Song Huan followed behind, her footsteps echoing hers.

The kitchen was small; it was difficult for two people to turn around inside.

Lin Yue placed the cutting board on the stove and handed him the knife.

"First, wash the ribs and cut them into small pieces."

Song Huan took it, turned on the tap, rinsed the ribs twice, placed them on the cutting board, and picked up a knife.

He cut very slowly, gesturing for a long time before each cut was made.

Lin Yue stood beside him, her hands on her waist, looking at him. "Cut it into smaller pieces. If it's too big, it won't absorb the flavor."

Song Huan made another cut, this time a little smaller.

"Okay, that's it. Wash the vegetables too."

Song Huan placed the greens under the tap and washed them one by one, very carefully.

Lin Yue leaned against the refrigerator, watching his back.

He was wearing a faded T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he was bent over, busy at the tap.

She suddenly felt that she had seen this scene somewhere before.

The stir-fried pork ribs and stir-fried vegetables were ready quickly.

The ribs were braised, but the color was a bit too dark; too much soy sauce was added.

The stir-fried greens were alright, bright green, and the minced garlic was fragrant.

Song Huan placed the dishes on the table, set out the chopsticks, and stood to the side, waiting for the guests' comments like a waiter.

Lin Yue sat down, picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of green vegetable, put it in her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and nodded.

He picked up another piece of pork rib, took a bite, and chewed it.

Song Huan looked at her nervously.

"It's alright," Lin Yue said. "The ribs were a bit too salty, though. I'll use less soy sauce next time."

Song Huan breathed a long sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping.

Lin Yue couldn't help but laugh when she saw him like this. "Keep it up, you do have a talent for cooking."

She gave him a thumbs up, "Once you become a master chef, Su Wanqing will definitely be so infatuated with you that she won't be able to walk away."

Song Huan smiled but didn't say anything.

He sat down, picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of pork rib, and took a bite.

It was a bit salty, but it was alright.

Song Huan thought for a moment, then wrote a note and stuck it on the refrigerator.

Lin Yue asked, "Why are you putting this on?"

"I'm afraid I'll forget how to cook the ribs tomorrow."

"What an idiot."

……

For the next month, Song Huan would come to Lin Yue's place every night to learn how to cook.

He arrives on time; at nine o'clock in the evening, you can always see him carrying a plastic bag under the streetlights at the alley entrance.

He studied very hard, making each dish two or three times until Lin Yue nodded in approval.

Lin Yue taught very seriously, teaching everything from chopping vegetables to tossing the wok, from seasoning to controlling the heat.

Song Huan's cooking skills are getting better and better.

The braised pork ribs were too salty in the first week.

The steamed fish became overcooked in the second week.

In the third week, the sweet and sour pork ribs were just the right amount of sweet and sour.

In the fourth week, the steamed sea bass was tender and delicious.

Lin Yue was shocked.

This kid's cooking skills have improved way too fast.

That evening, Song Huan cooked a steamed sea bass.

The fish was steamed perfectly, with tender and smooth flesh, and the aroma of scallions and ginger permeated the meat. The soy sauce was drizzled evenly.

Lin Yue picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, put it in her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and then squinted her eyes.

"Hmm, not bad. Your cooking skills are now up to par; you can definitely win a girl's heart through her stomach."

She put down her chopsticks and looked at Song Huan. "However, if you want this girl to truly fall in love with you, there's still one thing missing."

Song Huan asked nervously, "What is it?"

"romantic."

Lin Yue smiled, a hint of slyness in her smile. "Come find me at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll teach you what romance is."

Song Huan was taken aback. "Morning? Don't you have to go to work?"

After spending the past month together, he also learned that Lin Yue usually didn't go to school, but instead went to work outside.

He didn't ask what she was doing, and she didn't say either.

Lin Yue casually said, "I've taken the day off."

She waved her hand again, "Oh, why are you asking so many questions? Just come when I tell you to."

Song Huan responded with an "Oh".

The amusement park isn't far; it takes an hour by bus.

Lin Yue wore a white dress today, her hair was down and draped over her shoulders, and she wore light makeup, not as heavy as usual.

She walked ahead, her steps light and quick, like a bird released from its cage.

Song Huan followed behind, feeling a little nervous.

"Have you ever been to an amusement park?" Lin Yue asked, turning around.

Song Huan shook her head. "No."

Not even once?

"no."

Lin Yue looked at him as if he were some rare animal, "What did you do when you were little?"

"Going to school, doing homework, taking exams..." Song Huan counted on her fingers.

Lin Yue shook her head and sighed, "Then you'll come with me today, and I'll show you around."

"Have you been to an amusement park before?" Song Huan asked curiously.

Lin Yue chuckled, "Actually, I've never been here before either."

Song Huan: "..."

There were many people at the entrance of the amusement park, including adults holding children's hands and couples holding hands.

Colorful balloons floated in the air, the sweet smell of cotton candy mingled with the wind, and music blared from the loudspeakers.

Lin Yue bought the tickets and pulled Song Huan's sleeve to walk inside.

She wanted to play everything she saw—roller coasters, pirate ships, drop towers—she lined up for them one by one.

Song Huan followed behind, her face growing paler and paler.

"You're not afraid of heights, are you?" Lin Yue turned to look at him.

Song Huan didn't speak, her lips pursed.

Lin Yue smiled, "It's okay, stay with me, I'll protect you."

She pulled him onto the roller coaster.

The car slowly climbed uphill, and Song Huan gripped the handrail until her knuckles turned white.

Lin Yue sat next to him, her hands on the armrest, swinging her legs.

The car climbed to the highest point and stopped for a moment.

Song Huan glanced down and her face turned pale.

Then the car plunged down the slope.

The wind whistled past my ears.

Song Huan closed her eyes, gripped the armrest, and gritted her teeth.

Lin Yue shouted from the side, her voice high-pitched and bright, laughing loudly.

The car stopped.

Song Huan opened her eyes, her hands still trembling.

Lin Yue jumped out of the car, patted her skirt, and asked, "One more time?"

Song Huan shook her head.

"Coward." She laughed and pulled him toward the next activity.

Carousel.

Lin Yue chose a white horse, mounted it, and spread her skirt across the horse's back.

Song Huan stood to the side, unsure where to sit.

Lin Yue pointed to the horse in front, "Sit here."

Song Huan sat down and held onto the pole.

The music started playing, and the carousel began to slowly turn.

Lin Yue turned to look at him, "You never rode a carousel when you were little, now you've made up for it."

"You've never ridden it either..."

Song Huan muttered something under her breath, but Lin Yue didn't hear it.

The rocking horse spun around and around, and the sunlight shone down from above, casting the shadows of the two people on the ground, close together.

Haunted house.

Two skeletons stood at the door, their dark, hollow eye sockets staring at them.

Song Huan stood at the door, not moving.

Lin Yue pulled him inside, saying, "Come on, I heard it's really exciting in there, let's go check it out!"

It was very dark inside, with only a few green lights that flickered on and off.

Song Huan followed behind her, her feet sinking into the ground with muffled thuds.

Suddenly, a zombie rushed out from the side, its face covered in blood and its mouth agape.

Song Huan was startled and took a step back.

Lin Yue stood in front, motionless, staring at the zombie with an expressionless face.

"It's fake," she said.

The zombie paused for a moment, then opened its mouth again.

Lin Yue glared at it, "Get away from me!"

The zombie turned and left awkwardly.

Song Huan stood behind, her mouth agape.

Lin Yue turned to look at him, "Come on, you're such a coward. Who needs a girl to protect them when going to a haunted house?"

She reached out her hand.

Song Huan looked at the hand, hesitated for a moment, and then grasped it.

Her hands were cold, but she was holding them tightly.

The two walked through the dark haunted house, she in front and he behind.

Her hand never loosened its grip.

Emerging from the haunted house, the sunlight was so bright it made you squint.

Lin Yue let go of her hand, walked to the stall next to her, and bought two ice creams, one strawberry and one chocolate.

She handed the strawberry-flavored one to Song Huan, "Here you go."

Song Huan took it and took a bite.

Sweet.

The two walked side by side, eating ice cream.

Lin Yue had a little cream on the corner of her mouth, and she licked it off with her tongue.

Song Huan saw it and quickly looked away.

"Do you know what romance is?" Lin Yue suddenly asked.

Song Huan thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know."

"Romance is..." Lin Yue took a bite of ice cream, thought for a moment, "...it's about two people being together, doing silly things, but being very happy."

She pointed to the Ferris wheel in front of her, "For example, ride that one."

The Ferris wheel was very tall, turning slowly in the sunlight, round and round.

Lin Yue pulled Song Huan over, bought tickets, and entered the carriage.

The carriage was small, and the two people sat facing each other.

As the Ferris wheel slowly rises, the houses, cars, and people on the ground become smaller and smaller.

Song Huan looked out the window without saying a word.

Lin Yue also looked out the window without saying a word.

When it reached the highest point, the Ferris wheel stopped briefly.

Lin Yue closed her eyes and mumbled something.

Lin Yue then opened her eyes and looked at him. "Did you know that wishes made when the Ferris wheel reaches its highest point are very likely to come true?"

Song Huan looked at her. "So, what did you wish for?"

Lin Yue smiled but did not answer.

Song Huan suddenly felt that he wished he had the ability to hear her thoughts; he wanted to know what she was really thinking.

The Ferris wheel started to turn downwards.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling brightly on her face.

Looking at her profile, Song Huan suddenly felt that she seemed a little different from usual today.

She usually wears heavy makeup, a halter dress, and high heels, looking like a hedgehog.

Today she wore a white dress, her hair was down, and her face was clean and tidy, like a child.

He didn't know which one was the real her.

It's also possible that it's both.

It was getting dark when we left the amusement park.

Lin Yue walked ahead, slowing her pace.

Song Huan followed behind, her hands in her pockets.

Are you happy today?

Lin Yue asked, then suddenly noticed that Song Huan had his hands in his pockets.

"Your habit is very bad; it will easily lead to hunching."

As she spoke, Lin Yue took Song Huan's hand and led her away.

Feeling Lin Yue's soft, cool hand, Song Huan froze instantly.

Lin Yue didn't sense anything was wrong and continued, "You should bring Su Wanqing here in the future; girls love this place the most."

Song Huan didn't say anything.

Lin Yue turned around and looked at him. "Remember this feeling. Romance is being willing to do silly things with someone without feeling bored."

Song Huan looked at her and nodded.

The streetlights came on, casting a dim, yellowish light on the ground.

Lin Yue turned around, let go of him, and continued walking forward.

Song Huan followed and walked beside her.

A gust of wind blew, hitting her face with her hair, and she reached out to brush it away.

The two walked side by side, their shadows trailing on the ground, close together.

……

(Regarding Lin Yue, there is no cuckoldry plot. Please don't speculate. Enjoy!)