Chapter 33 Actually, the Wonton Was Not That Good
Translator: Storm in a Teacup
Ke Ruan had read the book and recalled the plot. Even though Si Yuhan was born considerate and thoughtful, he was still a very little boy then. He really wanted to have a bowl of wonton, so he asked his maid for it repeatedly. But at that time, they were hiding all over the place, begging for food. Of course the maid had no money.
Finally, in order to get Si Yuhan his wonton, the girl chose to steal. The wonton was not expensive. But that was just not how the society worked. In this world, the rich got everything while the poor got nothing, not even the chance to explain.
The maid was almost beaten to death.
Ke Ruan looked at Si Yuhan and said, "Go ahead. It's very tasty."
Si Yuhan was being silent for a while, which made Ke Ruan a bit scared. Obviously, even though he tried hard for so long, Si Yuhan still didn't like him. He didn't want to talk to Ke Ruan and even tried to ignore him. Ke Ruan began to doubt the day when Si Yuhan insisted to come to Yuliang County with him was just his illusion.
"Well."
Ke Ruan trembled in a panic, which gave him away. Si Yuhan was staring at him with his dark eyes, and Ke Ruan couldn't help shiver with freezing coldness, like he was bitten by a poisonous snake.
This time, Si Yuhan really saw fear in Ke Ruan's eyes. So, he was actually afraid of me?
Ke Ruan quickly calmed himself and smiled at Si Yuhan, as if he was trying to convince Si Yuhan that what he just saw was not real.
"Alright." Si Yuhan replied. There was a vague smile on his face. He picked up his chopsticks and dipped it into the bowl. With one pinch, the wonton was cut into clean halves by the chopsticks.
Ke Ruan felt cold around his neck.
"Oh God. You really should see a doctor." The stallholder said when he saw Ke Ruan's hand. He was serving other customers. Although Ke Ruan's hand stopped bleeding then, the black scar looked pretty scary. The stallholder could see the flesh which made his blood frozen.
Once being reminded, Ke Ruan felt an extremely sharp pain. He couldn't help but gasp.
He was a doctor so he knew clearly that he must deal with his wound, but...
He looked at Si Yuhan who was focusing on his food.
"Sir, can you do me a favor? I need some alcohol and bandages." Ke Ruan asked the stallholder while handing him an ingot of silver.
People came around trying to see the shinning silver. The man's eyes were filled with joy. He kept nodding and took the silver, "You can count on me. I'll be right back. "
"Thank you!"
In a minute, the stallholder brought back what Ke Ruan asked for. Seeing that Si Yuhan had ate up all his wontons, Ke Ruan offered him his too.
Yin Chanhan raised his head to look at him. It was not as delicious as he expected.
Ke Ruan smiled and said, "Go ahead. You can have mine. "
He took the alcohol on the table and poured it onto his hand.
Holy Shit! It hurt!
"Ke Ruan." Si Yuhan said, his voice as cold as ice.
"What?" Ke Ruan didn't look at him. He was busy binding up his wound, but his voice was as gentle as possible.
"Nothing." Si Yuhan curled his lips. There was a vague smile in his eyes.
Ke Ruan paused. Still, he didn't look at Si Yuhan. He got a feeling that if he looked at him now, he would see something he couldn't handle, for example the fierce and harsh look in his eyes.
"Okay."
Ke Ruan was trying to look positive but deep down he knew he was exactly the opposite.