Postnatal Care of a Sow

Chapter 8: It Tastes Sweet
Translator: Ruriko
“Ding-dong, ding-dong…”

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Ruan Bai let out a sigh of relief.

Ruan Bai knew that he was very safe because She Yuan was wearing a pheromone isolation necklace. But he couldn’t help but be attracted by She Yuan. The look in She Yuan’s eyes made his heart flutter. She Yuan’s melodious voice enchanted him. He even felt as if he had met She Yuan somewhere before.

Fortunately, the delivery boy arrived in time and saved him from the dilemma. At this moment, Ruan Bai wanted to thank the delivery boy from the bottom of his heart.

“Mr. She, here comes the takeout! I’ll go and answer the door.”

Ruan Bai stood up and rushed to the door like a gust of wind. He opened the door and felt completely relaxed.

“Here you are. Please leave me a favourable comment on the website. Thank you.”

“Okay, no problem! This is your tip. Thank you for your hard work!”

The delivery boy was deeply touched. He had never met such a good guest as Ruan Bai who was so kind as to tip him and give him a positive comment. What was more, he was strikingly good-looking.

Ruan Bai closed the door, put the takeout on the table in front of She Yuan, and said, “Mr. She, here’s the takeout.”

He rubbed his hands together awkwardly and didn’t know what course to take.

She Yuan couldn’t bear to force Ruan Bai to submit. After taking the food out of the bag, She Yuan waved at Ruan Bai, signalling for him to sit down.

“Come and eat with me.”

Ruan Bai looked at the table. Almost all of the dishes were to his taste. He had a sweet tooth. Every time before doing experiments in the laboratory, he went to a bakery and bought several pieces of cake.

However, when he went out to dinner with his friends, he seldom ordered his favorite dishes because few of his friends had a sweet tooth.

She Yuan had ordered the takeout without asking him, but almost all of the dishes were quite to his taste. The delicious food made Ruan Bai’s mouth watery and he swallowed secretly.

She Yuan had been busy all morning. After class, he had been pushed down the stairs by Ruan Bai’s pig. Now he was really hungry. After arranging the dishes on the table, he began to eat.

Ruan Bai and She Yuan sat opposite each other and ate quietly.

She Yuan kept an eye on Ruan Bai and put his favorite food in his bowl from time to time.

Ruan Bai was a little embarrassed at being taken care of by a patient.

He decided to do something to make things right. So he picked up a piece of sweet-and-sour pork with chopsticks and put it in She Yuan’s bowl.

Unexpectedly, She Yuan put down his chopsticks and said to Ruan Bai, “The juices are mixed up.”

Ruan Bai didn’t take this into account. He turned scarlet from embarrassment. He meant to make overtures of friendship to She Yuan, but seemed to have brought him trouble.

All of a sudden, Ruan Bai reached over to pick up that piece of the sweet-and-sour pork with his chopsticks again and wanted to take it away from She Yuan’s bowl.

But when he lifted his chopsticks and was about to withdraw his hand, She Yuan suddenly clutched Ruan Bai’s hand and put the sweet-and-sour pork into his own mouth.

She Yuan chewed it slowly and savour its flavour, while looking at Ruan Bai with a meaningful look. Then he clucked his tongue and said, “It tastes sweet.”

Ruan Bai stared at the chopsticks and dared not put them in his mouth again. ‘Mr. She licked the chopsticks just now. Does it mean an indirect kiss between us?’ The thought kept wheeling in his mind.

He put down his chopsticks and said quickly, “Mr. She, I’m full. I have to go back to the the laboratory and feed the pigs. If you need help, just call me. Bye!”

With that he opened the door and left quickly.

Before She Yuan could say something to stop Ruan Bai, he ran out of the house. She Yuan was not angry. He didn’t need to be hurried because he had ample time to win Ruan Bai’s heart.

He continued to eat the take-out food. When his stomach was full, he stood up and tidied up the table. Then he got down to business at hand.

In the afternoon, he called the dean and asked for a sick leave.

The dean was reluctant to grant She Yuan three months’ leave but had to approve his application because the whole school knew that Professor She had been pushed down the stairs and got hurt in the leg. The dean had a good relationship with She Yuan. So he complained in a teasing tone, “Do you really need a three-month leave? I think you are making a mountain out of a molehill.”

She Yuan replied solemnly, “It’s a matter of great importance. I’m going to pursue my future wife in the following three months.”