DIGAOT Chapter 7

Under the pitiful gaze of a certain president, who looked just like a sad puppy, Su Yun found himself walking into the kitchen and, somewhat dazed, ended up cooking a bowl of noodles.

Originally, Su Yun had already stood by the oven, habitually reaching for the sieve and whisk. Halfway through his actions, he realized there were no such tools at home. Finally, under the hopeful eyes of President Lu, Su Yun managed to find a handful of noodles and a few leafy greens in the pantry.

Su Yun: “…How about this?”

The Omega’s voice was dry, and he was a bit embarrassed. The housekeeper had just done a thorough cleaning today, and since neither of them usually cooked at home, the kitchen and fridge were primarily managed by her.

Considering the saying “Even a skilled housewife cannot cook without rice,” Lu Yuan nodded.

Though it was Su Yun who was cooking, it was actually a joint effort. Su Yun unlocked the iPad, carefully following each step of the recipe, while the president dutifully washed the two vegetables on the side.

By the time Su Yun had finished studying the recipe, the water in the pot was already bubbling.

The steam was a bit hot, so after watching for a while, the president gently pushed Su Yun aside and took over, tying on an apron. He dropped the noodles into the boiling water, stirring them as they rolled in the water. The president held a spoon in one hand and some salt in the other, tasting the soup and adding more salt.

Taste, add more salt.

Taste again, add more salt.

…

It was Su Yun’s first time cooking with someone else, and he was lost in thought when he heard the president mutter in confusion, “Wife, is this salt expired?”

Su Yun let out a “huh?” and walked over to check the salt, carefully examining the production and expiration dates.

Su Yun: “No, it says here the shelf life is three years.”

He pointed to the numbers in the lower right corner of the package for the president to see.

Lu Yuan looked puzzled: “Then why doesn’t it taste like anything?”

Su Yun watched as the president smacked his lips, continuing to add another half-spoon of salt to the pot.

Then the president tasted the soup in the spoon he was holding, which, judging by his actions, had probably never gone back into the pot after the first taste.

Lu Yuan: “It really has no flavor.”

Su Yun glanced at the president, unsure if he should say anything.

Lu Yuan: “Wife, what’s wrong?”

Su Yun: “Have you been tasting the soup… from that same spoon the whole time?”

Su Yun emphasized “that spoon.”

Lu Yuan: “Isn’t that the only spoon?”

Su Yun: “Is it possible…”

Su Yun paused, looking at the still confused president, “That after adding the salt, you should stir it and then take a new spoonful of soup to taste?”

Su Yun: “What do you think?”

Lu Yuan: …

In the end, the noodles didn’t get eaten.

The president was frustrated, so he ended up boiling the few remaining greens.

Of course, Su Yun ultimately ordered takeout.

He ordered dumplings—zucchini filling.

Once the takeout arrived, Su Yun went upstairs.

It was already late, and after filling his stomach, Lu Yuan also returned to his bedroom.

The two of them had always lived separately, except for that one time when the unexpected heat cycle happened. After the temporary mark, Su Yun returned to his own room. However, the Omega still carried the alpha’s pheromones, and alphas are territorial creatures, so the pheromones on Su Yun carried a sense of possessiveness.

Lu Yuan’s pheromones were affecting him, making his mind wander.

But it wasn’t just the pheromones—there was something more to it.

Su Yun sat by his bed for a while, sighed, and pulled out a pheromone freshener from the drawer.

He still didn’t know what the president’s intentions were. After all, they were just in an arranged marriage. Before the marriage, they hadn’t even known each other. Was the president only interested because of the pheromones? Su Yun wondered.

But just thinking about it made him feel a little sad, even though it seemed like this was how things were supposed to be. Perhaps it was the earlier scene of them cooking together that made Su Yun mistakenly feel like they were a real family.

Su Yun’s bedroom was usually off-limits to others, including Lu Yuan, who had never been inside.

During the temporary marking, Su Yun had initially been on the couch in the living room before the president carried him into his own room.

But if Lu Yuan ever saw Su Yun’s bedroom, he would definitely be surprised.

Because calling it a bedroom was more like calling it a hotel room.

The toiletries were all travel-sized, neatly arranged in the bathroom as if they could be thrown away at any moment, as if they could be left behind at any time, ready for departure.

The closet was the same. Most of the compartments were empty, except for a few hangers holding Su Yun’s recent laundry. A suitcase sat beside the closet, always ready for its owner.

There were no personal touches in the room, nothing that hinted at Su Yun’s presence, except for Su Yun himself.

As he looked around, Su Yun suddenly thought of a certain “big dog” who had been nuzzling his neck.

For no reason, Su Yun felt a bit guilty.

Just as he was closing his eyes to rest, there was a knock at the door.

Lu Yuan’s voice came through the door, muffled: “Wife, can I come in?”

Lu Yuan: “Wife, I think my susceptible period is coming.”

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President Lu (wagging tail) (hugging pillow) (looking pitiful) (red eyes): “Wife, can I come in? QAQ～”

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