Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Although it's still early, there's no need to rush.

But Jiang Nianxi had an even more perfect plan.

If this plan is to be carried out, then this is necessary.

Moreover, isn't now the best time?

She looked at the kitchen doorway again, and after confirming that Yang An wouldn't come over, she opened the small black box.

There were several pills inside.

The tablet is entirely white.

However, the texture is rather rough, and you can tell that the workmanship is not very good.

But... that's enough.

Jiang Nianxi lowered her head and chuckled softly, then picked up the plastic water cup beside her.

Fill the pot with hot water.

It's still very hot, so it's not suitable to put it in.

So she chose to put the small box back in her pocket first and started fiddling with the ingredients on the cutting board.

It's said that people are always a little nervous when they're doing something they don't want to tell anyone.

But from inside the tightly closed kitchen sliding door, a pleasant melody could be faintly heard.

Inside the restroom.

Yang An washed his hands while sighing.

For the past few days, I've been hoping for the best and have been eating at restaurants that have high prices.

Unexpectedly, retribution came so quickly.

I had just finished talking to Jiang Nianxi when I suddenly got an upset stomach.

She didn't even have time to tidy up the room before rushing into the bathroom.

However, when he pushed open the bathroom door, the aroma of food wafted out.

"Are you out?"

Steaming hot rice had already been placed on the table.

Jiang Nianxi was carrying two plates of pretty-looking dishes when she saw him come out and said with a smile.

"Well……"

Yang An gave an awkward laugh.

"I've already got the chopsticks. Let's sit down and eat. There's still one dish I haven't gotten." Jiang Nianxi put the chopsticks down and tidied her slightly messy hair.

She was wearing that little apron that had been lying idle for a long time, without anyone noticing.

If Yang An remembered correctly, it was about half a year ago that his mother used it once, and then it hung by the door to collect dust.

He didn't know what to say, so he simply followed the other person's suggestion and sat down at the table.

Looking at the sumptuous meal in front of him, his empty stomach rumbled at just the right moment.

But he didn't touch his chopsticks.

Since the food was cooked by others, we certainly can't eat it before them.

Soon after, Jiang Nianxi carried the remaining plate of stir-fried meat out of the kitchen.

He was also holding a glass of water in his left hand.

After placing the dishes down, she pushed the glass of water to Yang An's side.

"I'm so sorry, little classmate, I think I accidentally put in too much salt. I can only give you a glass of warm water, is that alright?"

Her face showed just the right amount of embarrassment.

Every little movement, even the micro-expressions, are very natural.

It makes it impossible for anyone to spot any flaws.

"No, no."

Yang An, unaware of anything amiss, waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "To be honest, putting everything else aside, I already feel extremely ashamed just for you helping me carry my things and cooking for me..."

"Before... I might have been a bit harsh, and I didn't really consider your feelings. You don't need to be so nice to me..."

As he said this, his eyes dimmed slightly.

"Um……"

Jiang Nianxi picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of pork from the plate, and gently placed it in his bowl.

The pork was still steaming, contrasting beautifully with the tender white rice, making it very appetizing.

She laughed and said, "You don't need to do that. I was just being too radical before, and I did some things that... well, might make you uncomfortable."

"I've thought about it too. Those actions seemed intimate to me, but they also hurt you."

"I'm the one who should apologize. What's a meal in return? Consider it my way of making it up to you."

Her tone was exceptionally serious, and she put down the chopsticks in her right hand, instead gently grasping Yang An's wrist.

Yang An paused for a moment, and that faint sense of resistance resurfaced in his heart.

He instinctively tried to pull his hand away from that warm palm.

Strangely, Jiang Nianxi did not stop her this time.

The two people separated their hands with unusual ease.

A barely concealed hint of disappointment flashed in Jiang Nianxi's eyes, but she quickly put on a smile again.

"...If you don't like me touching you, then I won't touch you."

"Let's eat first."

She pointed to the food on the table.

Yang An nodded silently and picked up his chopsticks as well.

He really wanted to try the food Jiang Nianxi made.

After all, if I have children in the future, I can brag about it to them.

They said he was so amazing back then that even the school beauty cooked for him.

Once you get to college, you can brag about it to your roommates.

Of course, it's all just boasting. If he were to actually develop a romantic relationship with Jiang Nianxi, that would be a different story.

Putting aside the previous estrangement, his controlling nature alone, wanting to micromanage everything, was enough to crush him.

Having a girlfriend like that is not a blessing, but a way to shorten your lifespan.

He swallowed the meat slices he had just put in his bowl, mixed with rice.

"……tasty."

After savoring it carefully, Yang An couldn't help but praise it.

This is definitely several times better than what he could make at home by himself.

Full color and flavor.

Even the rice was steamed until each grain was plump, neither dry nor overly sticky.

It must have taken many years of honing one's skills to forge such an ingrained habit.

"Hehe, I'm glad you like it."

Jiang Nianxi smiled gently, but her hands remained calmly placed under her body, showing no intention of picking up her chopsticks again.

She spoke softly.

"My mother went out to work, and there was almost no one to take care of me, so I started trying to learn when I was in elementary school."

"I have to thank that auntie, but unfortunately I don't know where she moved to now... She taught me when I was in junior high school."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Yang An paused.

But he remained silent.

He could tell before that Jiang Nianxi's childhood life might have been very difficult.

Add to that the frankness in the alley, the use of words like "relatives"...

However, Yang An himself was no better off, so he had no time to pity others.

At most, he was just a little more comfortable than Jiang Nianxi when he was a child.

Aren't you going to drink water?

Halfway through the meal, Jiang Nianxi looked at the nearly empty food on the table and then at the untouched water glass, feeling a slight unease.

She didn't want to get distracted by talking and ruin the good thing.

Yang An scratched his head: "Actually, I don't think it's very salty..."

"You seemed to have an upset stomach just now?"

"Oh, how did you know?"

"You stayed in the bathroom for a long time."

Jiang Nianxi gently supported her chin with her right hand, her gaze soft.

"It's not an upset stomach, could it be...?"

"What are you thinking, huh!" After a slight pause, Yang An immediately understood the other person's implication and almost spat out the food in his mouth.

Even if he's morally depraved, he wouldn't do something like rushing to make wontons while his female classmate is still at home.

"Okay, just kidding. In my heart, you're not that kind of person."

Jiang Nianxi covered her mouth and chuckled softly.