NOVPUBChapter 1117: Chapter 1117: Plotting Bad Ideas _1 Chapter 1117 -1117: Plotting Bad Ideas _1 The beef, by wrapping the noodles and adding some round onion strips, perfectly mitigated the greasiness of the beef.
The slightly heavy taste of the beef was neutralized by the sweet and spicy round onions.
The little guy was also extremely food-loving, raised by Cindy Clarke.
He usually found the yolk of the egg too choking and couldn’t appreciate the aroma of the egg.
But now, he scooped up some soup with a spoon and poured it onto the yolk of a half-sliced egg.
The sweet and sour cold noodle soup soaked the egg yolk.
There was still a bit of cold noodle soup left in the hollow of the yolk.
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The little guy took a big bite, eating more than half of the egg.
The egg yolk, soaked in cold noodle soup, wasn’t so choking anymore.
It carried the sweet and sour flavor of the soup, making it exceptionally delicious.
Adrian Zhekova was even more adept, directly using a spoon to hold half of an egg, then layering a slice of beef on the egg, and picking up a few pickled cucumber strips to place on top of the beef.
His mouth was obviously much larger than the little guy’s.
He ate half an egg, beef slices, and cucumber strips in one bite.
The cucumber strips were tart and refreshing.
The beef paired with the egg was just perfect.
Coupled with the sour and spicy cucumber, it was incredibly satisfying.
Just one bowl of cold noodles could be eaten in so many different ways.
All three of them ate with relish.
After finishing, they each had a piece of mint candy to mask the onion aftertaste.
The little guy, rubbing his round belly, asked Cindy Clarke, “Cindy, if you cook something delicious at school, don’t forget to bring some back for me.”
“Ambitious.” Adrian Zhekova disdainfully said.
By the time Cindy brings it back, how long would that take?
Couldn’t he crave something fresh?
“By the time I bring it back, the food won’t be fresh anymore,” Cindy said.
“When I learn something new at school or have a new idea, I will cook it fresh for you after I get home.”
The little guy eagerly agreed, saying, “And snacks!
If you made snacks, they wouldn’t go bad for a long time, so don’t forget to bring some back for me.
Don’t share them all.”
Cindy laughed.
So that was what the little guy was thinking.
Then Adrian Zhekova said, “Cindy needs to make friends at school too.
How could she save everything for you?
She should share some with her friends.”
Otherwise, she would have no friends due to self-centeredness.
The little guy nodded and said, “That’s no problem at all, just make a bit more, as long as you save some for me.”
Adrian Zhekova raised an eyebrow, “What about me?”
Where was he, the father, in this equation?
“Cindy definitely wouldn’t forget about you!” The little guy replied.
Adrian Zhekova conceded the point, but added, “Then you must count me in as well.”
“Deal!” The little guy replied, “But dad, when we didn’t know you were my father, you frequently ate my snacks.”
Back then, the snacks Cindy made were all for him, with no one else in mind.
But ever since Adrian Zhekova arrived, he had swooped in and claimed a large share of the snacks.
“Consider it a tribute to your father.
Don’t be so calculating,” Adrian Zhekova said.
The little guy: “…”
“Okay, I’ll be sure to save some for both of you.
If they all get shared, it’s just as well.
When I return, I’ll adjust and make a superior version for you,” Cindy reassured.
“Cindy, you’re the best!” The little guy hugged Cindy’s waist.
Mentioning snacks, the little guy went to the kitchen and took out his snack box.
All the snacks Cindy made were kept in there.
This week, Cindy made Snowflake Crisp, cheese strips, and dried beef.
The little guy generously shared them with Adrian Zhekova.
As the little guy munched on a cheese strip, his small body suddenly stiffened and he shivered violently.
Cindy was extremely familiar with his every movement.
Although he usually behaved tough and seemed free-spirited, not being particularly delicate.
In fact, all of Cindy’s tenderness was accumulated in her heart.
She carefully observed the little guy without letting him realize it.
If there wasn’t anything major, Cindy wouldn’t show it.
To prevent the little guy from becoming spoiled.
But as soon as something was off about the little guy, Cindy was always the first to notice.
“What’s the matter?” The little guy shivered, and Cindy immediately noticed.
She also noticed that the little guy was completely frozen.
The little guy looked somewhat dazed at Cindy, then turned his head to look at Adrian Zhekova: “I don’t know, I just feel a bit uncomfortable.”
As soon as the little guy brought it up, Cindy was frightened.
She quickly touched the little guy’s shoulders, then his arms.
She touched everywhere on his body: “Where don’t you feel well?”
“Not physical discomfort.” The little guy shook his head.
He was young and couldn’t quite express himself accurately at times.
“It’s…just a bad feeling in my heart,” the little guy said.
“Heart discomfort?
Let’s go to the hospital!” Adrian Zhekova immediately advised.
Usually, he was disdainful of the little guy in different ways, but now he was more anxious than anyone else.
He quickly stood up, his face sinking.
One look and you could tell how anxious he was.
The little guy was deeply moved.
At critical times, it was clear that his father loved him very much.
“I’m not unwell in the way one is when sick.” The little guy hurriedly explained.
But his explanation wasn’t clear.
The little guy simply stretched out his arm for Cindy and Adrian Zhekova to examine.
He was wearing short sleeves, so it was very convenient for them to inspect.
At first, Cindy wasn’t clear what the little guy wanted her to see. n𝚘𝚟𝚙u𝚋.co𝚖
She saw that the little guy’s arm was fair and tender, with nothing unusual.
On the contrary, it was Adrian Zhekova who immediately grasped the little guy’s arm, his expression grave.
“My hair is standing on end.” The little guy stated.
Only then did Cindy understand what the little guy meant.
She hurriedly looked over.
Indeed, she saw that the little guy’s hair was standing upright.
The little guy’s skin was fair, and his hair was also light-colored.
The light brown was close to white.
The strands were exceptionally short, and without a close look, it would be hard to notice.
Upon a detailed inspection, she found that not only were the hairs standing straight up, but his skin was also covered in goose bumps.
“How did that happen?” Cindy hurriedly asked.
She looked at Adrian Zhekova with concern.
The little guy rubbed his chest, “It’s….I just feel strange inside, somewhat anxious, somewhat uncomfortable, like…like…like the feeling of about to take a roller coaster ride.
Extremely anxious, and also somewhat scared.”
Cindy looked at Adrian Zhekova, puzzled.
What was going on?
Did they really not need to go to the hospital?
Adrian Zhekova thought for a while, then said, “Do you feel like you’re about to encounter some kind of danger?”
The little guy thought for a moment, nodded, then shook his head.
“I don’t feel in danger, it’s just…” The little guy furrowed his brow, unable to articulate an accurate expression for his predicament, causing him much distress.
“It’s like someone is going to harm someone else, like me, or like Cindy, or, in other words, someone around me,” the little guy said with a distressed frown, “like they are plotting something.”
The little guy’s explanation was rather mysterious.
