#but also instant noodles with an egg just h I T S sometimes man

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Hot Soup and Soft Bread 7

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Chapter 7: Instant Noodles with an Egg I

This was the last day Zhong Qiuyan had to work the night shift. It was 6pm, not yet time for his shift, and Qiuyan had been sitting in the hair salon where Da Yu worked. After Da Yu finished washing someone's hair, he came to sit by his side and asked, “What’s your problem? You’re not here to help out the shop, but instead to just sit here?”

Qiuyan propped up his arms on his knees and said, “My thoughts keep running wild when I’m by myself.” 

Da Yu replied: “What kind of thoughts is your brain capable of having?”

Qiuyan gave him the same old reply: “You won’t understand.” Da Yu almost kicked him out of the salon.

When it was almost dinner time, Liu Xiaoying called Qiuyan to tell him that Zhou Cunqu hadn’t eaten anything the whole day. Xiaoying interrogated Qiuyan: “I saw you coming out of his room this morning.”

Qiuyan yelled with guilt: “I didn’t do anything!”

Xiaoying, anxious, yelled back: “Then what’s wrong with Cunqu? How come he’s all listless and refusing to eat again?”

Qiuyan got into his car and rushed to Qin Qin Homeland. When he opened Cunqu’s door, he was sitting against the bed and reading a book like usual. Qiuyan scratched his head and asked, “Ge, are you hungry? Liu Xiaoying said you haven’t eaten anything today.”

Cunqu looked up at him and shook his head, replying, “I don’t have much appetite.”

Qiuyan sat down at the foot of the bed and nervously wrung his hands. He stuttered: “I, last night, I, I don’t know what came over me. Maybe, I just saw you and…how do I say this.” 

Cunqu shut his book and said, “You are thinking too much. It’s just that when I thought about Jiang Liangyu, thought about that time of my life, it's as if the dread has returned. And I can’t eat because of it.”

Immediately after telling Qiuyan, he didn’t feel like it was a big deal. But when the memories gained detail and clarity, a wave of powerlessness overwhelmed him again. He felt like he couldn’t stand up. He felt like he couldn’t do anything. 

Qiuyan wanted to persuade Cunqu to eat something, but his own stomach rumbled in hunger. He said: “I want to eat instant noodles, you want some?”

Cunqu replied, “I don’t.”

After fifteen minutes, Qiuyan forcibly dragged Cunqu out to the dining table. Two bowls of fragrant, steaming noodles were placed on the table. Xiaoying, wearing presbyopic glasses, sat at the writing desk in the living room practicing her calligraphy. She grumbled, “What nutritional value do instant noodles have.”

Qiuyan retorted, “Who cares about nutrition when eating instant noodles?” He turned his head and smiled at Cunqu, saying: “There is only one egg left in Liu Xiaoying's stock. I reluctantly yield this one fried egg to you. All you have to do is say ‘thank you.’”

Cunqu’s hands were lowered; he still felt like he had no appetite. But Qiuyan sat next to him and unhesitantly started to slurp his noodles. After he ate two mouthfuls he suddenly stood up and took out a plate of soy sauce braised beef from the fridge. “Now there’s nutrition,” he said.

Cunqu watched him eat for a while, then he moved his chopsticks to eat at last.

Xiaoying sat by the writing desk and looked at her small dining table. Qiuyan ate for a bit, then he placed two pieces of braised beef on top of Cunqu’s noodles. He instructed, “You have to immerse the fried egg into the soup, that way it can soak up all the flavor.”  

Cunqu felt a bit exasperated, but he did as he said. The two of them ate their noodles with lowered heads. Xiaoying turned her gaze away towards the window. After a while, she covered her eyes. 

--

Nowadays, Qiuyan would wait in front of the residential community’s main entrance, and Cunqu would slowly be able to make his way over by himself. Qiuyan asked him if he wanted to walk down Breadfruit Tree Street. Cunqu nodded in agreement.

The Qin Qin Homeland residential community was located in the older part of the city. The newer areas have already been filled with multi-functional complexes, but the old city still looked as it always did. Recently, because of some international competition hosted nearby, the parts facing the streets have been undergoing renovations. The 24-hour convenience store at the crosswalk was still open. Every day past midnight, the employee would see two men aimlessly meandering down the street. They would reach the crosswalk and turn back around. He just thought them bizarre. Qiuyan quite enjoyed this part of his day. It was like there were only the two of them and this singular convenience store in the whole world. Cunqu would intermittently say something. Sometimes he would tell Qiuyan about the book he was reading. He told him that in the language of the Aché people, the words for “to be born” and “to descend” were both ‘waa.’ Therefore a child’s birth was thought of as a landing. As though the child had arduously flown and descended here from a distant place. 

Cunqu always talked about things like this with his eyes lowered and his tone indifferent. After walking back and forth twice, he would pant and say he was tired. And their walk would end there for the day. Qiuyan accompanied Cunqu to the front door of the fifth floor of Building No.3. When Cunqu took out his keys, Qiuyan discovered that for some reason, he started to experience a feeling akin to disappointment. This type of feeling that was like, oh, our walk today ended already. 

Qiuyan leaned against the corner wall of the staircase, his hands stuffed into his pants pockets, and called out: “Ge.”

Cunqu turned around. But Qiuyan didn’t have anything to say. So he shifted this way and that going “mmh” and  “uhhh” until he finally said, “Goodnight.” 

Cunqu smiled at him.

That night, Qiuyan drove home and sat in his car downstairs for who knows how long. Cunqu sent him a text: Did you arrive home yet? Qiuyan was so excited that he ran up to his apartment taking 3 stairs at a time. He then replied: I’ve arrived.

After he sent the message, he flopped on the couch and waited for Cunqu’s reply. But after a long time, he still hadn’t sent anything. Qiuyan flipped himself around and lay on his back turning his phone screen off and then back on again. His messages still showed only that one Did you arrive home yet? Qiuyan sat upright and shouted: “I’ve arrived, damn, I’ve arrived. Then what?” 

The next day as he drove the first bus for his shift, Qiuyan was still mulling over this. How come Cunqu didn’t reply to his text? He must ask him today.

But when night came all Cunqu said in response was: “Didn’t you reply I’ve arrived? That’s all I wanted to ask.”

Qiuyan felt like he just punched a wad of cotton. He leaned against Cunqu and said: “Can’t you send me a few more messages? Or call me of your own accord just once?”

Cunqu was practically pressed against the fence surrounding the residential community by him. He thought this whole ordeal was funny. “You’re acting like a fussy little lover.”

Qiuyan went silent. Cunqu slapped a few times at the mosquitos landing on his arm. When he lifted his head, he saw Qiuyan was still deeply pondering something. He didn’t say much as they walked up the stairs. Cunqu fished out his keys and opened the door.

That day right when Qiuyan drove out of Breadfruit Street, he received a call from Cunqu. He picked up and asked: “What’s wrong? Do you feel unwell?”

Cunqu laughed and said: “I was worried you would feel unwell, so I called you. Do you feel better now?”

Qiuyan heard Cunqu’s voice and his face flushed in excitement. He rolled down his car window and stubbornly said, “I feel alright.”

Cunqu said “Oh” in response, then asked, “Then what should we do?”

Qiuyan didn’t reply. But he refused to hang up, and he also refused to let Cunqu hang up. He just held his phone like that as he walked upstairs to his place. He lay down on his bed and chattered about trivial things with Cunqu. At some point, both of them stopped talking. There was only the sound of Cunqu flipping pages coming through the phone.

Cunqu asked: “Are you asleep?”

“Not yet.”

So they both stayed on the call. Until Cunqu finally said: “My phone’s heating up. I’ll hang up first. Is that ok?”

Qiuyan buried his head into his pillow and shamelessly replied in a muffled voice: “Not ok.”

From the other end of the call, Cunqu started laughing.

-> Chapter 8

[honey-milk-depresso]

Stuck with Heartslabyul

I also procrastinated on this for so frickin’ long. I made two other series of being home dorm quarantined with other TWST characters like Octavinelle and Savanaclaw which you can go read if you want! I hope you enjoy this one! ^^

Riddle Rosehearts

He still somehow carry out his dorm leader duties-

Let us shed a tear for this young boy-

also there is from head to toe neatly

V e r y  neatly 

placed in order

organized files, books, documents-

What tf is this an office or a dorm room?????

well whatever-

He thinks that this is the perfect opportunity to bake things.

With you!

Well, truthfully he can’t really bake as well as Trey but he tries,

and if you are by his side baking,

he feels a little bit more confident, and a lot more happier!

Unbirthday parties can’t be carried out since

ya know,

no social contact :’)))

so, he’ll just have daily unbirthday parties with you!

And lemme just tell you,

after so many hours of baking,

he’s getting the hang of it-

And you realized he’s actually really good in setting a tea party atmosphere.

Like he knows how to arrange the teacups,

he prepared frickin’ napkins my lord this Ciel Phantomhive kid is extra-

But not going to lie, 

It’s really pretty the set up.

AND HE GOT THEM ROSE PETALS ON THE TABLE-

EVERYTHING IS ARRANGED SUPER PRETTY-

Buuuut, his baking still needs some work going-

D A N G THO-

“RIDDLE, THAT’S A LOT OF SUGAR-”

“Oh? R-really? Didn’t it say 5 tablespoons?”

“You poured 5 whole cups-”

“Ah-”

Trey Clover

Listen,

being stuck with Trey is the best option-

He bakes

A SHIT TON OF PASTRIES-

And I’m not saying he baked a lot of pastries equivalent to how much he bakes for unbirthday parties-

Oh no non no-

It’s frickin’ thrice the amount-

THE ENTIRE ROOM SMELLS LIKE EVERY SWEET PASTRIES OUT THERE-

He experimented a lot-

From baking macrons, chiffon cakes, frickin’ candy art-

You are blessed when you’re stuck with him, s/o-

seriously-

“Holy shit Trey, what is that??”

“Oh, I’m just carving the chocolate.”

“Honey, that looks like you just created Van Gogh shit, that looks fancy and really hard to do-”

“Sugar, I’ll make your food look and taste like ‘Van Gogh shit’ for you anytime.”

“OH MY SHIT YOUR SO SWEET, I CAN’T-”

Cough cheesy Trey cOuGH

And he’s like a housewife not gonna lie-

he wakes up earlier during quarantine surprisingly, 

maybe cuz he always finish schoolwork MUCH earlier now-

and he doesn’t have much to carry out as Vice dorm-

so he wakes up early,

and cooks frickin pancakes whatever delicious shit that comes to mind for you to eat for breakfast

cbdhidcchnff hnf

W H A T-

Also brush your teeth after you finish eating-

Cater Diamond

Man-

Cup noodle game is strong-

Unhealthy, yes-

but you do all sorts of things with it,

to which he’ll always post on Magicam.

Like you guys make curry instant noodles,

salad with the dry instant noodle bits for salad toppings--

list goes on my dude-

bruh-

and not only that, 

he posts all those like daily life at home (or in this case his dorm room-)

and he’s gonna be posting about E V E R Y T H I N G

From what you both had for breakfast, what you guys did at 3 pm,

Every. Second. Of. Being. Stuck. With. You.

B R U H

“CATER, I LIKE SOME PRIVACY-”

“I know, that’s why I’ll post it in my private account which is my diary btw~”

“First off, your private account has like at least 1000 people in it, secondly, buy yourself an actual book diary, and thirdly, I’m liTERALLY IN THE TOILET WITH UGLY ASS BAGGY PANTS TRYING TO FIX THE LIGHTS-”

“BUT BABE-”

Because of this incident, you bought him a plain writing book online.

You know he wouldn’t like writing with a lot of words,

soooo

Scrapbooking! *Cue the glitter filter*

he has so much fun!

Decorating, pasting all the photos he took with you and printed them out.

He loves it so much! Being stuck with Cater is productive and maybe a little tiring, but hey! Works for the both of you!

Deuce Spade

This boy-

Oh my god-

He’s absolutely so sweet and adorable-

I can’t-

He’s not the best, he knows,

sometimes he wonders why you would ever want to be stuck with him-

but this man puts in more effort than he can to make sure you are comfortable during the pandemic time-

like his cooking went from a C to S class dear-

Although they are egg based dishes, there is

A  w i d e variety in each dish-

And it really tastes good-

But you can tell he’s really tired trying to perfect his dish,

he wished he was Trey my lord-

DONT EVER THINK THAT BBY

YOU ARE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE VSJVSWEADFGFHFTYKV-

Cuddle him please,

every day at every hour at every second just pleaseeeee

he needs it-

and he wants it-

but is just shy about it-

GIVE HIM THE CUDDLES-

ahem sorry-

continuing,

he surprisingly took up knitting and wanted you to join in after browsing online for more recipes to which randomly stumbled upon knitting basics videos

So arts and crafts time!!! ahh children-

He knits a very simple cloth at first-

which escalated to become scarves, blankets , mittens, sweaters like-

w o a h

Grandma Deuce-

and he also found these charity organizations who sold homemade products online to collect money to raise funds to give to people in need.

Let us put it as it’s not a scam website.

Soooo he published some of his hand made scarves, blankets and sweaters online-

And I swear this man is so sweet I can’t-

“Well, we have to do something to help these people! And they’re giving us a chance to give them our support!”

YES DEAR U ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT

YOU ARE GONNA BE MODEL STUDENT EACH YEAR-

He also used the first handmade blanket he knitted with you as your official sleeping blanket.

With shit tons of cuddles.

Being stuck with Deuce is honestly just so sweet and wholesome.

Ace Trappola

This idiot-

This absolute h e a t h e n-

I just wish you good luck man-

He just absolutely LOVES to prank you.

“ACE WHAT THE FUC-”

“What the fck what?”

“YOU PUT THIS WATER BALLOON ABOVE MY DOOR DIDN’T YOU?!”

“Huh? What makes you think that?”

“WE’RE LITERALLY THE ONLY ONES IN THIS ROOM WHAT YOU MEAN HOW WOULD I FCKING KNOW-”

You just gotta survive by pranking him too.

Also this man-

LOVES

G A M E S

And not just video games,

Oh non no no-

Hide and seek, chase-

ya name it.

At every hour-

You also play virtual UNO with the whole Heartslaybyul gang sometimes-

“WTF GIVE ME A GREEN-”

“AHAHAHAHHAHA-”

“Riddle, lower your microphone level-”

“TREY SHUSH, I’M NOT LETTING THAT ACE BASTARD WIN, SO I WNT THIS STUPID CARD DECK TO GIVE ME GREEN-”

*Pulls a green card*

“FINALLY!”

*You put in the green reverse card*

*Switch back to poor Riddle lmao*

“NOOOOOOOOO, WTF GIVE ME A GREENNNNN-”

“AHAHAHA NICE ONE S/O-”

Cuddles

every night-

moving on,

He’s also the type who will make memes of the two of you when being stuck together lmao-

As for food-

either take out or you cook-

He cannot be trusted with the kitchen-

he can’t take one step in it no joke-

All in all, being stuck with Ace is really just crack level head energy soraing through the sky with his love dovey antics.