Back to the 80s: Raising my Wolfy Boyfriend-Chapter 413: More Like Brother and Sister than Siblings
An Mingji walked up to her, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and stared intently at Gu Jin: "I’ve noticed you’ve been lost in thought lately. Has something happened?"
One had to admit, his intuition was spot on.
Gu Jin pretended as if nothing had happened. She smiled gently, her gaze open and voice calm, "What could happen? Just getting older and always reminiscing about the past."
"..."
Hearing this, the corner of An Mingji’s mouth twitched slightly.
He always heard Gu Jin say she was getting older, yet she was only three years older than him.
When they went out together, people often thought they were siblings.
Her face looked even younger than his, as if she was growing younger with each passing year.
This was why he didn’t call her sister anymore and just addressed her by her name.
Gu Jin couldn’t bear the boy’s direct gaze, so she diverted her eyes and got up to walk towards the kitchen: "Xiao An, it’s rare for you to have a day off, what would you like to eat? I’ll make it for you."
"I want some pork rib soup."
"Sure!"
Watching her walk into the kitchen, An Mingji felt a bit disheartened.
He sat down in front of the sofa and petted Duoduo, who was sprawled on the carpet.
He had an inexplicable feeling that Gu Jin was definitely hiding something from him, but she just wouldn’t say.
This feeling made him feel very powerless, thinking he was quite useless.
Gu Jin was unaware of the boy’s worries.
She went into the kitchen, took out the ribs she bought yesterday from the fridge, and put them to soak in cold water.
She gathered some corn and carrots and cut them into pieces for later use.
Since the ribs were in the fridge, they didn’t need to soak for long.
She placed a pot on the stove, turned on the heat, and poured in some water.
Once the water in the pot heated up, she put all the ribs in to remove the blood and scum.
Once the meat was half-cooked, she took it out, put it in a clay pot, added enough water, along with ginger, cooking wine, salt, and the chopped corn and carrots, and then covered the clay pot with its lid.
Next, it needed to simmer for an hour.
Recalling the salted shrimp Liu Quan delivered to Wanhai, Gu Jin walked to the bucket in the kitchen corner.
It was half-filled with salted shrimp.
She scooped about a pound of it with a slotted spoon, cleaned the salted shrimp, and set them aside.
She cut the ginger into fine shreds and the green onions into sections.
She turned on the stove, boiled the pot, added the salted shrimp and ginger shreds, and once the water boiled again, she added the green onion sections and an appropriate amount of salt.
Once the water came to a boil again, she scooped out the salted shrimp.
The salted shrimp was placed in a small basin on the table.
Gu Jin then steamed some rice and stir-fried a vegetable dish, spicy and sour shredded potatoes.
The aroma of the carrot corn and pork rib soup from the kitchen wafted through the air.
Gu Jin checked the time, exactly an hour had passed.
She served the soup into a bowl and placed it on the table, then cleaned the stove before taking off her apron and walking out of the kitchen.
"Xiao An, it’s time to eat!"
"Got it—"
An Mingji, who hadn’t moved from the living room, responded lazily.
Upon exiting the kitchen and seeing the scene on the sofa, Gu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly.
The young man was lazily leaning on the sofa, his feet without shoes, resting on Duoduo sprawled on the carpet.
Duoduo kept rolling over, occasionally biting the boy’s feet, gleefully playing by himself.
From the looks of the boy sitting on the couch, he didn’t seem to have any desire to play with it; he just wanted to rest his feet on its back for comfort.
Gu Jin walked over: "Xiao An, don’t keep bullying Duoduo."
"I’m not."
An Mingji lifted his feet, put on the nearby slippers, his voice tinged with grievance.
