Phi-Fic Chapter 91 It feels so good to be with him.
Chapter 91 It feels so good to be with him.
"Want to try this?"
Ye Fan caught her gaze and asked with a smile.
He had seen too many outsiders' reactions when they first saw the sea worm jelly, especially the clearly visible sandworms inside, which always made people hesitate to try it.
Even among locals, not everyone dares to try it.
He himself had only eaten it once in his previous life, but he could never forget its unique taste and freshness.
At this point, Pei Yi'an had never eaten it before, but she wasn't afraid; she seemed only curious.
"it is good."
Pei Yi'an nodded, her voice filled with anticipation.
The two of them bought one serving.
Ye Fan used a bamboo skewer to pick up a small, translucent piece of jelly and held it to Pei Yi'an's lips:
"Be careful, there are sandworms inside, but they are cleaned very well and taste very fresh."
Pei Yi'an looked at the thing that looked like jelly but had clearly visible little bugs inside, hesitated for half a second, and then mustered up her courage and took a small bite from Ye Fan's hand.
The cool, chewy texture melts instantly in your mouth, blending with the tangy flavor of garlic and vinegar sauce and the unique freshness of sandworms, creating an unexpectedly refreshing and delicious taste.
"How is it?"
Ye Fan looked at her with a mischievous smile.
Pei Yi'an savored it carefully, her eyes curving slightly – this was her way of expressing immense pleasure.
"Mmm! Delicious! Very unique! I've never dared to eat this before, this is my first time trying it."
Ye Fan also forked a piece and ate it, nodding contentedly.
"Right? This is the authentic Minnan flavor."
then.
They followed the even stronger aroma and found the stall selling oyster omelets.
The chef skillfully poured sweet potato starch batter into a sizzling pan, cracked an egg on top, then added a generous layer of plump, fresh oysters, and sprinkled on chopped green garlic shoots. With a sizzling sound, the aroma burst forth!
Golden egg liquid coats plump oysters, which bounce on the hot plate, their edges fried until crispy and fragrant.
"I absolutely have to try this!"
Ye Fan immediately bought one.
The freshly made oyster omelet is steaming hot and has a wonderful aroma.
Ye Fan carefully wrapped a corner in oiled paper and handed it to Pei Yi'an:
"Be careful, it's hot."
"Um."
Pei Yi'an carefully accepted it.
In the instant of the exchange, their fingers inevitably touched once again.
This time, Pei Yi'an didn't retract as quickly as before; his fingertips merely curled slightly.
Ye Fan could clearly feel the cool fingertips brushing against his skin.
The two exchanged a glance, then quickly looked away, a tacit, sweet understanding filling the air.
Pei Yi'an blew on it gently, then bit off a small piece of the crispy edge. The sweetness of the oyster mixed with the aroma of egg and the soft, chewy texture of sweet potato starch was so delicious that she squinted her eyes.
Ye Fan smiled as he looked at her satisfied little expression and took a bite of his own.
"Feeling a bit greasy? They sell four-fruit soup over there; it's icy cold and refreshing."
Ye Fan pointed to a stall with a queue not far away.
"Um!"
Pei Yi'an nodded immediately.
I bought two bowls of chilled four-fruit soup, which contained soft and glutinous mung beans, barley, lotus seeds, chewy tapioca balls, and white fungus, all soaked in sweet syrup with a few pieces of crushed ice floating on top.
The two found a relatively quiet spot with stone steps by the ancient city wall and sat down.
A gentle evening breeze, carrying the coolness of the ancient walls and the distant sounds of cooking, dispelled the daytime heat and the greasiness of the food.
The two sat side by side on the stone steps, sipping the sweet and refreshing four-fruit soup.
The ancient city wall's profound historical significance blends harmoniously with the hustle and bustle of the modern streets.
Pei Yi quietly sipped her soup, appreciating Ye Fan's presence beside her.
The evening breeze lifted a few strands of hair from her cheek, but she didn't brush them away.
Ye Fan would occasionally point to a shop with a peculiar sign or a stall selling interesting handicrafts and whisper a few words to her.
His voice was not loud, but carried the clear and bright quality unique to young people and a hint of relaxation that was not easily detected.
This leisurely time, just the two of them, away from the pressure of studies and the hustle and bustle of the college entrance examination, gave her a long-lost sense of pure tranquility and satisfaction.
She rarely makes invitations to others, and even less often does she have such a completely relaxed and immersive moment.
Looking at his profile, so close yet so clear in the dim light, and listening to his slightly upturned, magnetic voice, a warm and secret feeling quietly grew and spread in her heart, like vines entwining her.
Being with him... feels so good.
Pei Yi'an thought silently, her fingertips unconsciously stirring the cool, sweet soup in the bowl.
Just now at the movie theater... his hands... were so warm... This thought made her heartbeat, which had just calmed down, become a little disordered again.
She quietly turned her head to look at Ye Fan's smooth jawline, and an unprecedented courage seemed to be quietly growing within her.
If... if I were to hold his hand again now...?
The thought startled her; her heart pounded like a drum. She quickly lowered her head, pretending to focus on scooping up a pea with a small spoon, but her cheeks flushed uncontrollably. Fortunately, the darkness provided cover for her.
Ye Fan also enjoyed this tranquil beauty.
Pei Yi'an's quietness didn't make him feel awkward or bored; on the contrary, it gave him an indescribable sense of comfort and peace.
She wasn't like Tang Yanning, who was like a cheerful little bird, nor was she as charming and powerful as Liu Ruyan.
She is like the gentle moonlight falling beneath the ancient city wall—calm, gentle, and reserved, carrying a reassuring power.
Being with her, I don't need to deliberately find topics to talk about; even in silence, I feel very comfortable.
He took a sip of the cold soup, looked at the dimly lit streets in the distance, and felt a sense of peace.
Time slipped away quietly in the evening breeze and sweet soup.
"Are you full?"
Ye Fan asked, his voice gentle.
"Mmm, I'm full."
Pei Yi'an put down the empty bowl and let out a satisfied sigh.
"Then... shall I take you home?"
"it is good."
Pei Yi'an stood up.
The two slowly walked back along the bluestone path they had come from.
The clamor of voices gradually faded into the distance, and the streetlights cast long shadows of them, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, and sometimes overlapping.
No one spoke; only the soft sound of shoes on the stone pavement and the rustling of leaves in the evening breeze could be heard.
A silent understanding and a gentle warmth flowed between the two.
When we arrived at Pei Yi'an's apartment building, the dim streetlights illuminated the quiet alleyway.
Ye Fan stopped in his tracks.
"Thank you for taking me to the movies."
Ye Fan smiled and looked at her gently.
"Thank you for having a meal with me."
Pei Yi'an looked up. In the darkness, her eyes were like obsidian immersed in water, clear and bright, reflecting his image clearly.
"I'm very happy today."
Her voice was soft, yet carried a heavy weight.
"Me too."
Ye Fan responded earnestly, his smile genuine.
The two stood under the streetlight and gazed at each other silently for a few seconds.
The alley was quiet, with the faint sounds of a television and insects chirping in the distance.
There was a subtle, sweet-smelling substance floating in the air.
Pei Yi'an's fingers curled and loosened quietly at his side, his fingertips slightly hot, as if the courage that had just arisen on the stone steps had resurfaced.
"Well... I'm going up now."
She finally spoke softly, her voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of lingering affection.
"Okay, get some rest."
Ye Fan nodded, his gaze still fixed on her face.
Pei Yi'an turned and walked towards the stairwell entrance. The moment the motion sensor light turned on with a "snap," she couldn't help but stop and turn back.
The warm yellow light outlined her elegant profile.
Ye Fan remained standing there, smiling, and waved to her.
"Good night."
Ye Fan's voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.
"Good night."
Pei Yi'an responded softly, her voice as light as a feather.
She turned and hurried upstairs. Only when she reached the steps in front of her own door, closed the heavy security door, and leaned against the cold door panel did she feel her wildly beating heart finally calm down a little.
The heat on her cheeks hadn't completely dissipated when she walked to the window, didn't turn on the light, and quietly lifted a corner of the curtain to look down.
The alleyway downstairs was deserted; Ye Fan's figure had vanished.