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MY MISTER OSTRICH
Chapter 52 Indissoluble Interest
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Chapter 52 Indissoluble Interest
Translated by Twelve_Months_of_May

I’ve known her for quite awhile. I really like her a lot.

The delightful summer trip ended with a group photo.

Teacher Dai brought the students of Class 2 up a small mountain. A group of students huddled up all together, squeezing the three teachers in the middle of them. As they all laughed, they took their group photo.

Regardless of what they were doing, Pang Qian was always together with Gu Mingxi. Including when they took the photo. She was pressed right up to him, holding up a V sign, smiling as brightly as the sun shone in the sky.

Because they’d be in different classes the next semester, Pang Qian was a bit melancholic over the summer break. She had been classmates with Gu Mingxi for ten years, and deskmates for seven and a half of those years. Thinking about how they would have to walk into different classrooms at the start of the next school year, it would be a lie if Pang Qian said she said she was willing.

In the latter half of the summer break, while her parents had to work, Pang Qian went over to Gu Mingxi’s house to play. Gu Mingxi stayed home by himself, so lunch time was a bit of a headache to think about. He told Pang Qian that when Li Han left for work, she would cook rice in the ricecooker and make one or two dishes to leave for Gu Mingxi to eat later.

Pang Qian said, “Then wouldn’t everything be cold?”

Gu Mingxi smiled and responded, “It’s summer. It’s okay if they’re cold, as long as the rice is warm. I can’t cook meals, and having to heat things back up is rather troublesome.”

Pang Qian looked at the microwave in his house and was speechless. She wondered what Gu Guoxiang had thought when he put it there. If he put the microwave that high up, how could Gu Mingxi use it?

And so, Pang Qian volunteered to cook for Gu Mingxi. She pulled out a winter melon from the vegetable basket and picked up a knife to cut it up. As she was cutting, she kept her left hand far away from the knife, so one piece would be thick and then another thin. She seemed rather unfamiliar with the motions. Gu Mingxi watched from the side and then shook his head. He asked, “Pang Pang, can you cook?”

“I’ve watched my dad do it before,” Pang Qian said. “It seems to be pretty easy.”

Gu Mingxi, “…”

He lifted his foot and helped Pang Qian light the stove. After the oil heated up, Pang Qian dropped the cut up vegetables into the wok. There was a hissing, crackling sound, and then oil droplets burst out. Pang Qian was so scared that she jumped to hide behind Gu Mingxi.

The poor winter melon lied inside the wok, as Pang Qian poked at it with the spatula from afar. Gu Mingxi was afraid the melon would burn, so he said, “Forget it, let me do it. Help me add the seasoning.”

He stood in front of the stove, left foot on the floor, right leg raised up to the counter. He held the spatula with his toes and carefully started to stir-fry the winter melon. Because he didn’t have any hands to hold the wok handle, the wok was pushed to a slant. As he was stir-frying, a few pieces of winter melon fell out.

Pang Qian quipped up, “Hey, the winter melon’s falling out!”

“I know. It’s just a few pieces. It’s okay.” Gu Mingxi spoke calmly and he was standing very stably. His two empty shirtsleeves hung at his sides, as he used his foot to stir-fry the winter melon until it was glistening.