Pampered By All In Different Planes

"Ah..." After listening to her, the young man lifted his beautiful eyes to inquire, his voice carrying a hint of apology and hesitation, "I'm really sorry... I must have troubled you... I, I should leave now!"

After speaking, the young man seemed somewhat panicked. His gaze shifted towards the door, then he bowed respectfully to Su Zhiruan, "Thank you, if I find my family and regain my memories, I will definitely come back to thank you."

Su Zhiruan felt a stir in her heart.

This Child of the Plane... is different from the others!

With a face resembling that of a Succubus and eyes and tone filled with the naivety of a young man, yet his sturdy body exudes strong sexual allure. These mixed feelings are enough to tempt women across the world.

Su Zhiruan displayed an auntie's smile, "Stay here and recuperate for a while."

The young man looked at her with confusion in his eyes.

Su Zhiruan also thought of a reasonable explanation. Her expression full of kindness, actually very excited inside, she earnestly offered an explanation, "You're covered in wounds, and the surroundings are all wilderness. If you go out now, you won't be able to find your family. What if your wounds get worse?"

"Also, you're currently amnesiac, can you remember your family? Do you remember who they all are, do you know what your name is?" Su Zhiruan gently coaxed.

As she spoke the last sentence, the young man promptly said, "I remember my name. I am Wen Qingyu."

"Alright, Wen Qingyu," Su Zhiruan obligingly repeated, then looked into his eyes again, "So, will you stay?"

"Okay..." He looked at the entire first-floor hall and the stairs leading to the second floor, which were filled with all sorts of things, his eyes flashing with confusion about what she was doing. Then he turned his gaze back to Su Zhiruan, "Wouldn't I be disturbing you?"

"Not at all," Su Zhiruan waved her hand dismissively. The food she had stored was enough for one person to eat for more than ten years, and that was even if one ate without restraint. According to the original plot, the apocalypse would last five years, and she also had the System Space, "I'm all alone here anyway. You staying here to recuperate, maybe you'll regain your memory someday."

"Okay," Wen Qingyu still seemed a bit embarrassed, "Then I'll help you tidy up."

"Sure," Su Zhiruan didn't refuse, with plenty of time on her hands, although tidying up with two people was definitely much faster than one person alone. In addition to preparing vegetables, she also needed to organize items categorically.

The young man had an injured arm, so she didn't let him do any heavy lifting, simply asking him to hang clothes in the closet.

Su Zhiruan added water to the pot, and once it boiled, she poured a suitable amount of millet to simmer for a while into a millet porridge, then took the freshly steamed pork buns and placed them on a plate.

Every layer of the bun boasted beautiful pleats, with a mung bean-sized opening at the top. The steam, mingled with the fragrance of fresh meat and savory juices, rose from within, filling the air with an inviting aroma.

Since she hadn't let the dough rise for long, the bottom of the bun skins were stained with the color of the meat juices, while the millet porridge was cooked just right. She carried the tray upstairs to Wen Qingyu, "Hungry for some food?"

The young man was engrossed in tidying up, and when Su Zhiruan suddenly called out to him, he didn't react at first. But when he abruptly turned around, he saw the tray in her hands.

The clean white porcelain plate contained five appetizing buns, and on the other side was a bowl of millet porridge, its aroma too tempting. His eyes widened, "This is—"

"You haven't eaten much since you woke up. These are the buns I just made. Would you like to try?" Su Zhiruan raised her eyebrows, thrusting the tray into his hands, "I'll go downstairs now."

After saying this, she walked down the stairs with a flick of her hand.

Wen Qingyu hadn't felt very hungry before, but when the plate of buns and millet porridge was brought in front of him, he realized just how empty his stomach was, wishing he could gobble everything down in one go.

Then, he took a bite, savoring the dough's fragrance, the rich taste of fresh meat, and the savory and slightly burning-hot juices flowing in his mouth. The large chunks of meat were tender and flavorful. Unlike cooked stuffing, the raw meat filling once cooked and out of the pot formed large and firm meatballs, each bun skin infused with this delightful flavor. The millet porridge was soft and glutinous, neither too thick nor too watery, and drinking it felt like being wrapped in a soothing hot spring.

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After being busy in the kitchen, Su Zhiruan took out a giant chocolate-covered torch from the fridge, biting into the outer shell, and with her other hand holding her phone, she prepared to head back to her bedroom for a rest.