Heart Hunting novel Chapter 93

The soft wind blows in this quiet night. And the stars are shining in the sky.

Poppy is awakened up by the sense of hunger in the middle of the night. She goes downstairs, planing to make some food.

Kenny is still working. He hears the sound from outside. He goes out with curious and finds that the light in the kitchen is on. So he goes into the kitchen, then finds Poppy who is looking for something.

He leans against the door lazily, and puts one hand into the pocket. “I thought it is a mouse.”

Poppy is so concentrative that she is scared by Kenny. She gives him a stank eye. “Are you a ghost? Why didn’t you make a sound when you walk.”

“It’s because you are too obsessed with it.” He walks in and asks, “are you hungry?”

“What do you think I’m doing in the kitchen at this time?” Poppy stops and gives him a supercilious look.

She wanted to cook noodles, but she found that there is no suitable pot. So she was looking for it.

Seeing her being clumsy, Kenny takes over the pan from her hand and says, “let me do it. Go out and wait for it.”

Poppy looks at him with the obvious distrust in her eyes.

Kenny raises the pan and asks, “little mouse, are you sure you want to cook noodles with this pan?”

“I didn’t find any other suitable one.” Poppy answers.

“All right. Just go out to wait for me, I know where the pot is.” Kenny looks up and rummages through the cupboard above his head, and soon finds a pot.

“Don’t waste too much time. I’m so hungry!” Poppy isn’t polite to him.

“It’ll be done before you fall asleep anyway.” Kenny looks at her back and responds.

Poppy curls her mouth and walks out of the kitchen. She sits in the dining room and leans her chin on her hands, then looks at him busy in the kitchen. She is not interested in appreciating the charm of the man in the kitchen. She is just wondering when she can eat the noodles.

Fifteen minutes later, with the smell of meat and eggs floating in the air, she can’t help but urges, “haven’t you done it yet?”

“It’s done!” Kenny puts out the fire, and comes out with a bowl of noodles in his hands.

It looks so delicious that Poppy can’t wait any longer to picks up the chopsticks. “I’m eating.”

“Go ahead.” Kenny sits opposite her, and looks at her eating.

Although it’s not elegant to gobble, she is a beauty after all, and won’t be too ugly.

“You’re a lady, remember? Be elegant, OK?” Kenny makes fun of her.

“Elegant? Elegance has never been with me together. I eat when I’m hungry. Why should I be so stagy.” Poppy recalls the days when she was abroad before she says that.

She ignores him and continues to eat the noodles.

After she finished, Kenny helps her clear the table. “Are you full?”

“Yeah!” Poppy yawns lazily. “I’m sleepy. Good night.”

Kenny quickly puts away the dishes and catches up with her. “Wait.”

Poppy looks at him in surprise and shakes his arm off her shoulder. “What?”

“I didn’t charge you for making you the noodles, so...why not just sleep with me tonight?” Kenny says as if he is reasonable, and directly walks to the guest room.

“You bad egg. You have a big bed in your own bedroom. Don’t huddle with me.”

“But I just like to huddle with you.”

“You jerk...”

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The next day is a sunny day.

When Mrs. Murphy gets up, she happens to meet Kenny and Poppy coming out of the same room. A big smile shows on her face.

“Poppy, did you sleep well last night? Did Kenny bully you?”

Kenny glances at Poppy. He was kicked out of bed several times last night. “It is me who was bullied!”

Poppy is too lazy to explain. She says lazily to Mrs. Murphy, “I’m hungry, Mrs. Murphy.”

“OK, I’ll make breakfast right away. Both of you should supplement your body.” Mrs. Murphy turns to leave when saying. “I should look it up in some books to find out what kind of soup can tonify the kidney.

Kenny looks at the back of his mother, and says to Poppy, “my mom is lovely, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, silly and naive.” Poppy answers. But how could such a naive Mrs. Murphy have such a cunning son?

“Breakfast is ready!” After a while, Mrs. Murphy comes out of the kitchen with a plate of blintzes and yells at them.

Poppy enters into the kitchen after hearing. “Mrs. Murphy, is there anything I can help?” She was driven out of the kitchen under many reasons by Mrs. Murphy just now. Mrs. Murphy deliberately made some excuses, like she didn’t cut the onions thin enough, or she didn’t cut the ginger good enough.

“Take out the porridge for me. I’ll take out the pancake and you can have it.” Mrs. Murphy opens the oven and takes the pancake out.

It smells so great that Poppy thinks it is definitely delicious.

“I think the reason you didn’t let me stay in the kitchen is just for fear that I might learn how to cook like you, right?” Poppy walks to Mrs. Murphy and goes to the dining room with her.