Chapter 2 — Cooking for you for the rest of your life

I understand myself very well. Monthly salary is twelve thousand yuan, no house or car, normal family. His appearance is dignified, not ugly but not handsome either, the type that can't be found if thrown into a crowd. Although she dressed simply, her facial features were too prominent. Her skin was so white that it seemed to glow, her long eyelashes seemed to add sunshades to her eyes, and when she smiled, her two small fangs showed out. Not on the same level. I just— Can't stand the sight of other people starving. That's all. 【Chapter 3】 Summer has come in the blink of an eye. Feeding Kieu Mong lasted more than three months. The routine is completely fixed—wake up at six in the morning, wash your face, brush your teeth, and then go to the kitchen. Chop vegetables, heat the pan, stir food. Prepared two portions of rice, one in my stainless steel thermos, the other in her light blue lunch box. Arrive at the company at eight thirty, put the lunch box on the table. At eight forty she came, saw the lunch box and smiled at me. After that, everyone does their own work, and at noon they eat together. Very compatible, but it's limited to that. Outside of work, we hardly have any communication. Don't text privately on WeChat, don't meet up for dinner after work, and don't contact on weekends. It seems that she has never actively broken this boundary.
—Until a Friday in mid-June.
At four o'clock that afternoon, the group leader suddenly sent a message to the group: "Tonight the party celebrates the project's successful launch. At seven o'clock at the old place, the whole group is required to be present." The old place was a Sichuan restaurant next to the company, with an average of eighty yuan per person. They went there every time a project ended. When we arrived at the dinner table, everyone who needed to come was already present. Kieu Mong sits to my right. Luong Vien sat on my left, looking forward to watching a funny show. I stomped on him. Halfway through the meal, the team leader stood up with a glass of wine: "Come on, newbie Kieu Mong has been on the job for three months and still hasn't officially had a drink with everyone." Kieu Mong stood up, somewhat awkwardly holding the cup.
“I… I can't drink much…”
“It's okay, it's okay, you can use tea instead of wine.” The group leader waved his hand.
She breathed a sigh of relief, holding the tea cup with each person in turn. When it was my turn, she deliberately stopped for a second longer.
“Thank you, Mr. Ky.” She said in a low voice.
The two cups touched each other, emitting a very light sound. The colleague next to him immediately teased: "Oh, also thank you personally?"
"Mr. Ky cooks for people every day, of course I have to thank him personally."
“When will you invite us to eat wedding candy?”
I started to not be able to keep my face.
“Just conveniently made an extra part.”
“Convenient for three months.” Luong Vien sat next to him and spoke in a strange yin and yang voice.
I stomped on him again. This time I used very strong force. Kieu Mong said nothing, bowed his head and sat down. The tips of the ears are slightly red. The party ended at nine o'clock. Everyone goes home. As I walked to the subway station entrance, I heard someone running slowly behind me.
“Mr. Ky.”
I turned my head. Kieu Mong stood two steps away from me, the streetlight shining on her. The summer night wind blows a lock of hair.
"What's up?"
“That…” She grabbed the backpack strap, her fingers tightening and then relaxing. “I want to ask you something.”
“Ask.” “You… why do you bring me food every day?”
I was stunned. Actually, I predicted that one day she would ask this question, but when it was actually asked, I still asked it."
“You… why hold back for a second.
“Aren't you unable to eat?” I said.
Silent. Kieu Mong stared at me. His eyes, which were already big, looked even bigger under the street lights.
“…Can't eat?” She repeated the three words, her tone a bit strange.
"YES." I nodded of course. "You just graduated, you don't have a salary for the first month, and your salary won't be high in the future. You don't order milk tea, don't order snacks together, don't buy new clothes, and don't fix your cracked phone screen. I don't think it's a problem to work an extra part, so—"
“Wait.” She interrupted me.
“You think I'm poor?”
Her voice had clearly changed. Not anger, but a kind of… disbelief.
“Not poor… just, the economy is a bit tight?” I try to find a way to say it easier to hear.
Kieu Mong closed his mouth. Silence for about five seconds. Then she let out a laugh. Not a secret smile. It was laughing so much that he bent over, his shoulders shaking, one hand covering his mouth, the other resting on his knee.
“What are you laughing at?”
“No, nothing.” She stood up straight, the corners of her eyes were slightly wet. “Mr. Ky, you are truly a good person.”
"…Thank?"
“Then I'll go first.” She turned around, ran towards the bus stop in the opposite direction, ran two steps and turned around. “Tomorrow is Saturday, don't do my part.”
“I don't go to work on Saturday, what can I do?”
“Ah, that's right.” She patted her forehead. “Then see you Monday.”
Then she ran away. I stood in front of the subway station, somewhat confused. What is she laughing at? Did I say something wrong? Subway arrives. I entered the compartment and grabbed the ring hanging above my head.