Chapter 82 Part 2

"Bliss," Chu Yi said.

"Then clap your hands," Yan Hang went into the kitchen.

"You're not eating?!" Chu Yi called out.

"Can't finish it, I smell these flavors everyday," Yan Hang said, "I actually want to eat braised pork!"

Chu Yi didn't say anything, he took out his phone.

Braised pork, braised pork, braised pork...

Let's just go with this one, braised pork rice in wooden bucket. Looks pretty good.

Although he doesn't know how to make it, he's going to work two jobs soon, ordering takeout shouldn't be a problem.

But after looking at other places, he changed his mind. Compared to set meals, ordering just the braised pork and a side of rice seems more proper, and it's also closer by.

When Yan Hang took out the chocolate ice cream toast, Chu Yi had finished the chicken chops.

"Didn't save you any," Chu Yi said.

"Mm," Yan Hang put the toast in front of him, "Eat up."

"Won't save you this either," Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang raised his eyebrows, "Mm."

Just as Chu Yi started eating the toast, he suddenly felt like crying a little.

Yan Hang worked hard making two dishes, he didn't even save a bite for him, yet Yan Hang didn't say another word.

"You're not, mad?" Chu Yi asked.

"Why would I be mad," Yan Hang curled his lips into a smile.

"You don't, have anything to eat," Chu Yi said.

"I'm not mad," Yan Hang said.

"Why not," Chu Yi took a small piece of toast with ice cream.

"Because you ordered food for me," Yan Hang said.

Chu Yi looked up sharply at him.

"Right?" Yan Hang smiled.

"...No," Chu Yi said.

Just as he said that, his phone rang. On the call someone said your order has arrived.

"It's here already?" Yan Hang asked, "Pretty quick."

"I'll go for, a walk," Chu Yi stood up and walked to the door.

"Walking around the door?" Yan Hang said.

Chu Yi ignored him, opened the door and went out, carefully closing it behind him.

He stood there for less than a minute before the delivery guy came up.

But even after taking the food, Chu Yi didn't go back in, just standing there holding it.

He felt like he lost face that Yan Hang guessed with one look, no, without even looking, that he had ordered food. He wouldn't go back in until he finished his walk.

He hadn't even walked two minutes before Yan Hang opened the door, "The ice cream will melt."

"Ah!" Chu Yi was startled and quickly squeezed back in, "My t-toast."

“How long are you planning to stand there?” Yan Hang asked.

“Haven’t decided yet,” Chu Yi placed the bag in his hand on the table, “Your braised pork.”

Yan Hang closed the door, walked up behind him, and grabbed his face, pulling him back.

“What are you doing?” Chu Yi had just licked his ice cream, still holding onto a piece of toast, and looked up at him.

“Give me a kiss.” Yan Hang lowered his head and kissed his lips.

His mouth was full of chocolate ice cream, and when Yan Hang’s tongue slipped in, Chu Yi could taste the cool chocolate flavor too.

Chu Yi tossed the toast, grabbed Yan Hang’s shirt and pulled it up, but just as he was about to slip his hand inside, Yan Hang smacked it away.

Chu Yi rubbed his hand on his pants and tried again. He could even hear Yan Hang sighing while they kissed.

As soon as the sigh was over, they lasted less than a second before both started laughing.

“Forget it,” Yan Hang let him go, wiping his waist with a napkin, “My bad, bad timing.”

“I wiped my hands,” Chu Yi said.

“After we eat, change your pants,” Yan Hang sat across from him, pointing at him, “You messy dog.”

“Okay.” Chu Yi nodded.

“The red-braised pork looks good,” Yan Hang opened the food container, “Smells amazing.”

“I’ll learn to cook it for you one day,” Chu Yi said.

“No need, just hearing you say that is enough.” Yan Hang smiled.

While many classmates were just waking up to enjoy their summer vacation, Chu Yi had already started his summer job.

Teacher Wang introduced him to an auto repair shop. It was a pretty big place, and judging from the name, it wasn’t your typical repair shop. Most regular repair shops would just be called something like XX Auto Repair, but the trendier ones would have names like “Car XX.”

The one Teacher Wang introduced him to was called “The Way of the Car.”

No one knows, you don’t know, I don’t know, only the car knows.

For some reason, this sentence kept running through Chu Yi’s mind as he walked into the shop.

After a guy called the manager over, the manager asked his name, and Chu Yi almost answered, “Only the car knows.”

“Chu Yi.” He managed to control his thoughts.

“We’re always happy to hire people recommended by Teacher Wang,” the manager said. “We have several graduates from your school working here, and they’re all quite skilled.”

Chu Yi didn’t say anything, not knowing what to say.

“You just got here, so start by helping wash cars and things like that. When we're short on people, go help with repairs and maintenance,” the shop owner said. “Do a good job and you’ll learn a lot of things - there aren’t as many hands-on opportunities like this in school.”

“Mm,” Chu Yi nodded.

After speaking, the shop owner took him to the car wash area and introduced him to several employees before leaving.

Chu Yi stood there for at least a minute, not knowing what to say or do.

Just then, luckily a car pulled up to be washed. An older employee nodded at him, “Go ahead and wash it.”

“Okay,” Chu Yi nodded.

He had never washed a car before, nor had he been taught at school, but having watched a few times he roughly understood what to do.

It takes more than one person to wash a car. He watched what the other person was doing and learned on the job. First he walked around the car checking for any damage, then opened the door to take out the floor mats.

Next was spraying on the foam. When there was a break he asked, “What is this stuff?”

“Pre-wash fluid,” the guy lazily replied.

Chu Yi was about to ask what it was for, but seeing the guy’s manner, he gave up and decided he could just look it up later.

The rinsing that followed was simple. Chu Yi held the spray gun, working in tandem with the other washer.

After spraying a couple times, Chu Yi got a face full of water.

He lifted his arm to wipe his face. He had just finished wiping when the other guy’s spray gun swept across the roof of the car, splashing more water onto his face.