I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 121

In the silent darkness, Yan Huirou’s sleeping face was serene, showing no trace of gloom.
Jiang Xidai stared at her for a long while, her lashes drooping, and pressed her forehead against hers.
She said softly, “To be honest, I’m quite happy.”
Yan Huirou, deep in sleep, only moved slightly and did not wake. Subconsciously, she reached out and embraced her, holding her tightly, as if tucking in a ball of cotton.
Jiang Xidai leaned against Yan Huirou’s cheek, slowly closed her eyes, and her voice softened. “If it happens again, I won’t save you, nor will I look for you. I will personally send you on the road with me.”
“You won’t leave me again in the future, right?”
She felt exceptionally at ease, although she pitied Yan Huirou a little. But it was because of her tumultuous experiences that she had been created. Yan Huirou had no family left; her only attachment was herself.
It was unclear who needed whom more. Everything seemed to have been fated, all a cycle of cause and effect. The two were entangled in their respective twisted lives, like two vines that clung to and strangled each other, broken and yet warmly side by side… let’s just live on.
The next morning, Jiang Xidai still woke up earlier than Yan Huirou. She faced the simulated daylight lamp, stepped onto the floor with bare feet, and couldn’t help but frown from the cold of the tiles.
Wooden floors were more comfortable; at least they didn’t make her feet cold every day.
It was another ordinary day at the research center.
After Jiang Xidai finished washing up, she walked to that chicken—to be precise, the washing machine.
Her flowing, elegant red dress had been washed clean and ironed flat.
The scanning part of the washing machine detected a person’s approach and very intelligently and actively handed out the clean clothes, a box popping out with a loud thud.
No matter how many times it happened, Jiang Xidai was always startled by this sound.
Many things here were so startling.
She picked up her clothes and hastily put them on. She heard from behind her, “This cleaning task has been completed. If you are satisfied, please give me a five-star rating!”
Jiang Xidai tutted lightly. “It’s just your duty. You do the same thing every day, with no improvement. What face do you have to ask for a reward from your master?”
“Thank you for your patronage! We look forward to seeing you again…”
It couldn’t understand human speech, as always.
Jiang Xidai wasn’t interested in the washing machine. In fact, there were many other talking things in the room, such as the housekeeping robot, which was now wandering around the room, mopping the floor, its two small antennae-like things sticking up, tidying up items along the way.
Her favorite was the one that could cook, the one that always occupied the kitchen.
But lately, she didn’t like it as much. That thing always made things with the same flavor, which made eating very uninteresting.
“Dear, you have been eating dessert for a week, an average of three times a day. For a balanced diet, please reduce your dessert intake and increase your intake of fruits, vegetables, and high-quality lean meat.”
Unexpectedly, today it wasn’t working.
Jiang Xidai almost poked a hole in the screen with a spark. Her face turned cold. “Who’s your dear? Lava chocolate cake, make it now.”
An avocado and chicken breast salad appeared on the screen, along with a sunny-side-up egg and some nut bread. A thumbs-up was displayed below, as if it were a heartfelt recommendation for Jiang Xidai. It even thoughtfully calculated the calories and nutrient distribution.
The robot had originally only made Western desserts, but yesterday, Yan Huirou had sent a message to Chen Cha’an, and Chen Cha’an had come over and entered a new recipe.
And so it had become this wicked thing.
“No,” Jiang Xidai looked at the bowl of green grass with disgust. That was definitely not something for people to eat. It must be a diet from some barbaric land.
The screen immediately switched, providing a second option. Perhaps considering other things, it presented a more familiar recipe to Jiang Xidai. Green bean soup, mutton buns, marinated eggs…
“No. Who eats such greasy things?”
A series of versions were switched, spanning north and south, east and west, and even offering the concept of a Mediterranean diet, but Jiang Xidai rejected them all.
Later, Jiang Xidai found that if she didn’t order a main dish, this thing was like it had been bewitched, resolutely refusing to make dessert.
“…”
It must be Yan Yan’s trick.
She deliberately went back to the bedroom to observe for a while. Yan Huirou turned over, as if she were about to wake up.
Jiang Xidai glared at her slightly, but she didn’t wake her up.
She went back and randomly chose from the fifty-sixth discarded option.
Coffee, peanut butter toast, ham slices, yogurt and fruit, fried eggs… forget it, I haven’t eaten it before and I don’t want to. After the machine started working, she quickly seized the opportunity and clicked “Lava Chocolate Cake.”
This time, it worked.
The woman lazily propped her chin on her hand, her toes tapping the ground. She gave up on the Western-style knife and fork on the side and still chose to use chopsticks to pick up a piece of lava chocolate.
The table was filled with a dazzling array of food, but the only thing that had been touched was still the high-sugar dessert.
Hearing a sound from the bedroom, Jiang Xidai casually smeared the contents of the plate, then stood up and dumped it in the trash, creating the illusion that it had all been eaten.
“Jiao Jiao?”
Yan Huirou was calling her.
Jiang Xidai held the only remaining cup of coffee and sat beside Yan Huirou. “Awake? It’s still early.”
Yan Huirou had already washed up with the help of the robot. She leaned against the bed, sized her up, and smiled. “Didn’t you eat too many sweets today?”
“Didn’t you have someone change the cook? What else can I eat?” Jiang Xidai’s face didn’t change, but her tone was a little resentful.
“It might be a little uncomfortable at first,” Yan Huirou nodded. “But without cultivation, you can’t be as willful with your food as before. You need to have a balanced diet. You’ve really been eating too much dessert.”
“I’m quite used to it,” the woman said calmly.
Yan Huirou’s gaze moved slightly, her brows and eyes curving. “Is that so? Is the chocolate delicious?”
Jiang Xidai was stunned and looked up, meeting the meaningful look in her eyes. She instantly realized something. Yan Huirou’s gaze fell and landed on the corner of her mouth.
She had missed a step, forgotten to wipe her mouth clean. Who knew that the delicious thing called chocolate would stain so easily.
Jiang Xidai took a sip of coffee to cover it up.
“It’s not that, I was drinking this…”
She was thinking of the thing Chen Cha’an held in her hand every day, almost drinking it like water. It should be within Yan Huirou’s “healthy living” standard.
Black coffee was of good quality, and it smelled rich and mellow, much like the coffee candy Jiang Xidai had tasted a few days ago.
But she had never expected that the sweet thing was not the coffee, but the sugar.
When the black coffee passed over her taste buds, an extremely heavy bitterness swept over her whole person, so bitter that Jiang Xidai’s heart pounded. She was even extremely annoyed at this moment, wishing she could drag someone over and chop them up.
Her brow twitched and furrowed. Her calm expression was a little hard to maintain, but seeing Yan Huirou’s somewhat suspicious gaze, she was unwilling to show weakness and could only painfully mobilize the muscles in her neck to swallow this mouthful of the essence of heaven and earth.
Yan Huirou asked curiously, “So, is it good?”
“…It’s… alright.”
Jiang Xidai was about to break. Her face was a little paler, and her eyes were even choked with a few tears. A pair of peach blossom eyes, with a hint of tears, drooped, reminiscent of the scenery after a spring rain in April.
But a light laugh came from in front of her.
“You ate it, you ate it. What’s so shameful about eating chocolate? Do you have to force yourself to drink a mouthful of coffee?”
Jiang Xidai pressed her knuckles to her upper lip and trembled. She silently put down the coffee in her hand, stood up, and went to pour a cup of hot water to rinse her mouth, as if she had touched something dirty.
“So disgusting,” she tried to shift the blame. “That little System drinks this like water every day. I thought… is she sick?”
“Some people like it,” Yan Huirou comforted her. “Tastes are different. But sometimes it’s for a energy boost.”
“…”
Incomprehensible.
Jiang Xidai would probably rather stab herself to get a energy boost than face this thing every day. The bitter taste lingered on her tongue, and no matter how she scraped it, it was no use. It faintly developed into a feeling of nausea.
She began to feel a little uncomfortable.
And the next moment, a particularly fresh scent came from her mouth, like a layer of peach flavor, and with a careful taste, there was a sweet aftertaste.
Jiang Xidai was pulled over slightly. She felt the other person’s soft tongue trace her oral cavity, and a hint of peach-flavored toothpaste covered the rich and bitter black coffee.
This was a very deep kiss. The places her tongue licked, almost all the bitter taste was removed.
Yan Huirou had not yet recovered. They rarely had such deep intimate actions. Jiang Xidai felt a tingling sensation travel up from the tip of her tongue, making her upper palate a little itchy. She could only squint her eyes and also clutched a bit of the fabric in her hand.
The hair by her cheek was brushed away. Yan Huirou kissed her again, then relaxed and leaned against her. “A good morning kiss can’t be bitter. Every time you taste something bad and are unhappy, I hope you can think of me every time, and don’t frown.”
Jiang Xidai’s breathing had not yet calmed down. After a while, she pressed her fingertip to her lips, then gently let go. “This taste, it’s very much like you.”
“Speaking of which… did you really eat breakfast?”
Jiang Xidai came back to her senses, still resentful. “Why can’t a chocolate cake be considered?”
Yan Huirou was particularly worried about this. “Because the human body is a complex container. It will have problems if it only runs on desserts… I don’t want you to suffer from some chronic illnesses in the future.”
Just as she said this, the door to the room was knocked a few times. Chen Cha’an walked in, holding a thick stack of report forms. “Yan Huirou? The test results are out. As a parent, please have a look at your dear daughter’s.”
“There’s good news and bad news. The bad news is, your dear daughter’s results are far from a healthy ordinary person’s. The test values are all in the red, and very few are passing.”