Reborn to Make Games: My Girlfriend is a Game Streamer

A moment later, the sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen.

Chen Bainian looked down at the clothes he was wearing yesterday, which still smelled of alcohol, frowned, picked up the clothes, and went straight into the bathroom.

In the kitchen, I heard the "click" of the bathroom door closing, followed by the sound of the shower running.

Jiang Yiting chuckled and muttered under her breath, "Hmph, now they know to hide inside and change."

While she was busy with her work, her thoughts kept drifting back to what Chen Xu and Du Fan had said the night before.

My little brother has muscles...

Diwa'er's physique was already quite good, with a standard height of 1.85 meters.

Whether it's a casual long trench coat or a sporty hoodie, he always looks good in them.

Even when I was cooking wontons for her while wearing my pajamas with the buttons buttoned wrong, I didn't look bad at all...

She used to just glance at things casually, finding them pleasing to the eye.

But now that I've figured out what I'm thinking and made up my mind to be more proactive,

These details, which were usually just things to appreciate, were unexpectedly brought to mind and recalled.

Jiang Yiting shook her head, trying to banish those inappropriate images from her mind.

The chopped greens were added to the hot oil, producing a sizzling sound, mixed with the faint sound of water coming from the bathroom.

It gave Jiang Yiting a strange sense of harmony and warmth.

Stir-fried Chinese cabbage and simple scrambled eggs, without any spice, just simple seasoning, and it's ready to serve in no time.

I served two side dishes, then ladled out two bowls of steaming porridge and set out the bowls and chopsticks.

The sound of the shower running from the direction of the bathroom also stopped at that moment.

Jiang Yiting wiped her hands and walked to the bathroom door.

Although separated by a frosted glass door, one could still vaguely see Chen Bainian getting dressed.

The thoughts that had wandered off while I was cooking have secretly returned; I wonder if my little brother has abs...

Jiang Yiting quickly composed herself before knocking on the bathroom glass door: "Little brother, I've finished cooking. Are you done showering?"

The figure behind the frosted glass door seemed to pause for a moment when they heard the knock.

Then, he put on his clothes as if on fast-forward, accompanied by his reply: "Okay, almost there."

Jiang Yiting smiled slightly, as if she had successfully pulled off a prank.

"Oh, then hurry up, the porridge is getting cold."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the dining table, humming a new melody.

Listen carefully, it sounds like the song "The Restaurant" from last night.

Jiang Yiting didn't have to wait long at the dining table before the bathroom door opened.

A warm steam, accompanied by the refreshing scent of shower gel, wafted out first.

Chen Bainian came out.

His hair was only half-dry with a towel; he hadn't remembered to blow-dry it yet.

Water droplets slid down his jawline, across the defined lines of his neck, and disappeared into the collar of his cotton loungewear.

Jiang Yiting looked at him, blinked, and didn't avoid Chen Bainian's gaze, as if she wanted to see him clearly after he had just come out of the bath.

"Dinner's ready."

"Hmm." Chen Bainian half-closed his eyes, avoiding Jiang Yiting's gaze, and sat down opposite her.

The two sat facing each other at the small dining table.

Chen Bainian took a sip of warm, soft white porridge, and the warmth spread from his stomach, dispelling the last bit of discomfort from his hangover.

"Chen Xu and Siyu are just strolling around Lin'an today. Your boss, Du Fan, said he has a meeting today and won't be coming..."

Chen Bainian ate breakfast quietly, nodding in response as he listened to Jiang Yiting recount the arrangements the three of them had discussed before leaving the previous night.

Jiang Yiting picked up a piece of cabbage with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth. As she chewed, her gaze involuntarily drifted to Chen Bainian across from her.

Perhaps because he had just taken a shower and was still damp, Chen Bainian's features looked much softer than usual.

When Chen Bainian ate, his movements were not slow, but he didn't seem flustered. It was obvious that he had trained in the school cafeteria since he was a child.

As Jiang Yiting watched, that strange feeling in her heart resurfaced.

"We didn't have anything to eat for lunch." She pointed to the plate of cabbage on the table, forcibly changing the subject to distract herself. "There's only one carrot left in the fridge."

Upon hearing this, Chen Bainian looked up and realized that the refrigerator had indeed been empty for a few days because the two of them had gone out for a gathering yesterday.

He nodded: "Then I'll go buy something after I finish eating. What would you like to eat?"

"Let's go together," Jiang Yiting readily agreed. "My toothpaste is almost finished too."

Chen Bainian paused, his hand holding the food in his chopsticks.

How about we go grocery shopping together?

This seems like a very ordinary suggestion.

But at this moment, it seems somewhat unusual.

Jiang Yiting has made it a daily routine for her to eat at his place.

But he usually takes care of grocery shopping after get off work or when he has free time on weekends.

Jiang Yiting only occasionally lends a hand in the kitchen.

But now.

On this morning, after she had just taken care of him all night, offered to go on a trip together during the Qingming Festival, and had very likely already seen some secrets in his study.

She then offered to go grocery shopping with him.

This doesn't seem like a coincidence.

Just like when he first posted on his WeChat Moments and then asked about domestic indie games in her live stream, it felt very deliberate and planned.

Chen Bainian looked up at her.

At that moment, Jiang Yiting was also looking at him.

Her expression was very open and honest, as if it were just a suggestion made on the way.

But it was this very frankness that made Chen Bainian feel it clearly.

A certain boundary between the two of them was being subtly pushed, blurred, and even crossed by her with a gentle yet irresistible force.

From yesterday until now.

From the moment she called him "little brother" in the karaoke bar and the sliced ​​beef she placed in his bowl.

When he woke up in the morning, he saw the soft pillows and blankets left on the folding chair in the room, and the brown sugar water on the bedside table.

Then she took the initiative to suggest that he be her tour guide, and they would visit Lin'an, the city where he had lived for many years, together on the holiday.

And now, when the two of them are sitting at the dining table having breakfast together, they say things like, "Let's go grocery shopping together..."

Jiang Yiting seemed to have suddenly become more proactive.

Moreover, this initiative is not a random attempt.

Like the rainy season in Jiangnan, the raindrops fall naturally and densely, quietly seeping into the mental defenses he had previously erected, which he called "maintaining the status quo."

Chen Bainian's slight sluggishness caused by the hangover had completely dissipated at this moment.

What followed was a sudden increase in heart rate.

The body's sensory module allowed him to choose to follow his heartbeat.

"Okay." Chen Bainian looked into her eyes and agreed firmly.

Jiang Yiting broke into a bright smile.

She understood that his "okay" meant more than just that he had agreed to go grocery shopping together.

At the same time, it also grants permission for her to take further initiative to test the waters.

Chen Bainian realized that she had seen the contents of the whiteboard hidden in the small study.

There was no further explanation or inquiry.

After finishing their meal, the two of them cleaned up the dishes together.

The sounds of running water and the clinking of dishes mingled in the kitchen in the morning, creating a familiar and peaceful rhythm.

There were no many words exchanged, but their actions revealed their usual tacit understanding.