The Cannon Fodder Doesn't Want to Die

Chapter 42

He knew very well that Ayr's favorite position was the balcony.

"What a sweet little guy," Ayr smiled lightly, "you go to sleep, I'll go to the balcony later."

Yu Ze nodded, stepped back, and closed the door to his room.

Yu Ze woke up the next morning at 5 a.m., before it was fully light, and washed up before leaving his room. He was going to go back to his study and use his computer to see if there were any new replies to his previous post, but when the door opened, he froze.

The rich aroma came from the kitchen and he instantly craved it. He walked to the kitchen door, Ayr was frying fish sideways to the door, a row of small porcelain bowls on the cooking table to his right, a recipe spread out in front of the bowls, and a food scale to his right.

Ayr looked at the recipe, picked up a porcelain bowl, poured the ingredients into the pot. He put the bowl back, turned his head and looked at him, "Did you have a good rest?"

Yu Ze nodded, Ayr responded, "Breakfast is in the rice cooker, can you serve yourself?"

Yu Ze said, "Yes."

He walked in and saw the small bowl with various condiments, he looked at the recipe again, then looked into the pot and immediately understood.

Ayr had followed the recipe steps and portions exactly!

Ayr stared at the pot with a serious expression, noticed that Yu Ze didn't move and looked over again, "What's wrong?"

Yu Ze responded, "I don't see the bowl."

At that moment, a sound of 'beep beep' sounded from the timer, then Ayr's voice came, "It's ready to add water to cook."

Yu Ze looked at Ayr in surprise, his heart was touched. It was the first time he saw someone who was so serious about cooking.

Ayr quickly pressed the timer, took the measured amount of water and poured it into the pot, while replying, "It's in the cabinet above."

Yu Ze looked up, the cabinet was not high, a little above his head, but to get something, he had to lift his hand. He pursed his lips, estimated the distance and slowly raised his hand, he didn't dare to move too much for fear of pulling the injury on his abdomen.

He was worried that Ayr was overly worried and had not let Ayr look at his wound and avoided doing anything that would involve the injury to avoid revealing it. If he had offered to let Ayr take the bowl, Ayr would have been suspicious.

He glanced at Ayr, whose good-looking side face was slightly tense, his expression serious as he poured water into the pot, not noticing that he was not moving properly. He breathed a small sigh of relief and opened the cupboard door with a little force, but it was easy to open the door a crack, but it was a little harder for him to pull it back, as it would have pulled on his hand.

He took a step back while pulling it open, and then opened the door successfully.

The bowl he used last night was on the edge of the cabinet, and he saw it right away.

Ayr finished adding the water, added the ingredients according to the recipe, put the lid on the pot, and pressed the timer, his expression relaxed.

When the time was up, the soup was ready. He turned around and wanted to talk to Yu Ze, but he saw that Yu Ze's hand was just touching the bowl and his expression was tense and focused, as if he was facing an enemy.

He frowned quickly, "Little one, are you lying to me again?"

Yu Ze's hand shook, the bowl was hooked by his fingers and fell off the edge, he exclaimed and subconsciously reached for it. The movement was too big and agitated the wound. He grunted, his body arched slightly and his hand covered his abdomen.