Chapter 4 Eating Korean Bibimbap Today

Due to the special circumstances, the speed of delivery services is much slower than usual. Song Luo puts on a mask, throws on a coat, and goes out to pick up his delivery.

The icy winter wind cuts to the bone, and given the current situation, there are very few pedestrians on the streets, making it seem even more desolate. However, Song Luo finds this type of environment incredibly comfortable.

The package sent by the generous Sugar Daddy Xiao Guo is bigger than expected, It's a sizable box, stretching the limits of his two arms and weighing heavily upon him.

Ah... Song Luo truly felt the weighty love from Sugar Daddy Xiao Guo.

Carrying the box, Song Luo walked a little and rested. After great difficulty, he finally arrives at the bottom of his apartment building, where he runs into Jiang Suihe, who's just come down from upstairs.

"Morning," Jiang Suihe casually greets him.

"Ah... morning!" Song Luo awkwardly hugs the box tighter.

"Is the box heavy?" Jiang Suihe glances at the "Xiao Guo" brand printed on the box and offers, "Let me help you."

"No... No need!"

Before Song Luo can refuse, Jiang Suihe has already taken the box and headed towards the elevator.

Song Luo quickly catches up and softly thanks him.

"You're welcome." Jiang Suihe smiles. "You like this sauce? You bought so much of it all at once."

"Uh... I like it a lot." Song Luo didn’t intend to delve into the topic.

The elevator stops at the 23rd floor, where Jiang Suihe places the box at the door of apartment 2301. Song Luo opens the door with his key, looking at Jiang Suihe with some hesitation.

Under normal circumstances, this would be the time to politely ask him if he wants to come in and sit for a while. But... if he does come in, how should he handle that? If he doesn't invite him in after he helped, wouldn't that be impolite?

"Um... Mr. Jiang, would you like to come in and sit for a bit?"

Looking at the myriad of expressions on Song Luo's face, Jiang Suihe couldn't help but chuckle. "No need. I still have some errands to run."

Song Luo visibly exhaled in relief. "Ah, I see. Well, then I won't keep you. Thank you for your help."

"You're welcome." Jiang Suihe waved goodbye with a smile. "I'll be going then?"

"Take care on the road."

Song Luo sits amidst an array of different flavored sauces that Sugar Daddy Xiao Guo had sent him, one of each product in the whole line, feeling genuinely happy.

With so many sauces, he's really saved a lot on expenses! Song Luo could almost hear the metaphorical cash register ringing in his mind.

So... which one should he use for today's live stream?

Song Luo looked around, feeling like an emperor deciding which consort to favor. His gaze lands on the Korean Bibimbap sauce and he lights up with an idea.

The ASMR live stream room of impoverished Mr. Song.

Mr. Song: [Today we're eating Korean Bibimbap.]

He takes out the Xiao Guo Korean Bibimbap sauce and places it label-up towards the camera.

Mr. Song: [This broadcast is sponsored by Xiao Guo.]

[Oh my god! Our boy finally has food to eat!]

[Hooray! Thanks, Sugar Daddy!]

[Our boy finally made it, I'm so moved!]

[I've placed an order.]

The rice is freshly cooked, the grains are white and shiny, still steaming. The plate next to him had ingredients like bean sprouts, blanched spinach, and shredded potatoes and ham.

The ingredients Song Luo chose weren't exactly traditional, usually there would be a soft boiled egg. However, due to his financial constraints, Mr. Song gave up on the supermarket's ready-to-eat eggs.

Song Luo doesn't fuss about the details and dumps the ingredients and sauce into the rice, stirring it until it's well mixed.

Done!

Song Luo looks left and right, satisfied with his work.

Eating Bibimbap with chopsticks isn't very convenient, so Song Luo switched to a spoon.

The rice is just right, each grain firm; the bean sprouts are crunchy, the blanched spinach leaves are soft, and the stems retain their fibrous texture. The shredded potatoes are cooked until soft, quickly mashed into a paste in the bowl, their grainy texture were naturally enhancing the layers of the Bibimbap; the shredded ham is full of meaty flavor, adding a richness that makes the primarily vegetable Bibimbap not so bland.

Nothing can beat the soulful bibimbap sauce from Xiao Guo! The sweet and spicy flavors were perfectly balanced, not too dry or too thin, and it made it mix well easily. The sauce evenly coated the rice and side dishes, giving them an appealing orange-red color. It perfectly harmonized the blandness of rice and potatoes, the mixture of spinach and bean sprouts, complemented the ham. Their interactions create a balance that not only makes it non-greasy but also makes the overall flavor richer.

[It looks really delicious...]

[I know Xiao Guo! We have it at home too!]

[Which flavor is the best?]

In front of the camera, Song Luo was enjoying his food, while off-camera, Jiang Suihe was enjoying watching him.

He remembered a few days ago, his assistant Fang Ping had reported to him that they found a eat-cast for promotion. He didn't take it seriously at the time, but it turned out to be Song Luo...

He touches the small mole on his Adam's apple and smiled silently.

Xiao Guo, currently Song Luo's benefactor, actually belongs to Jiang Suihe.

What a coincidence, such a wonderful fate, it must be properly grasped...

He remembered the first time they met, Song Luo was listening to a radio drama on his phone. Could someone listening to a Boys' Love radio drama be straight?

Mr. Song: [Finished eating.]

Mr. Song: [Thanks to my sponsor, Xiao Guo! The sauce from my sponsor is the best in the world!]
[Thank you, sponsor, for saving our son's life!]

Song Luo put his hands together, thanked the audience and the sponsor, and then ended the live broadcast.

After editing the live broadcast video, he uploaded it to site X and tagged the official account of the sponsor. Once the video was approved, Song Luo stretched lazily, looking at the overflowing trash bin, he decided to go downstairs to take out the garbage.

Just as he opened the door with the trash bag in his grasp, a pale hand suddenly blocked the door, startling Song Luo into a scream.

The door was pried open by the hand, revealing a gloomy face.

"You... you... you..." Song Luo was so scared that he couldn't speak properly, and he instinctively threw the trash bag at the man.

The man dodged the flying trash bag which scattered rubbish behind him on the floor.

After a moment of silent confrontation, the man spoke first: "My name is Sun Fu, Jiang Suihe should have mentioned me to you, right?"

Jiang Suihe?

Song Luo sighed in relief, "Are you looking for Jiang Suihe? He..."

"You're his new love interest, aren't you?" Sun Fu interrupted him.

This Sun Fu seemed like he hadn't rested for a long time, his eyes were filled with red bloodshot lines, making him look terrifying. He sneered, "No wonder... no wonder he suddenly wanted to break up with me..."

Break up? Could it be that Mr. Jiang is also...

Song Luo caught on and hurriedly explained, "I think you have a misunderstanding, he and I..."

"Misunderstanding? I've seen it! This morning, he even had to say goodbye to you before leaving, and you told him to be careful on the road. You've been living together for a while, haven't you?" Sun Fu became more and more frantic, his eyes bloodshot, "You have no shame in destroying other people's relationships? People like you should just go die!" As he said this, he swung his fist at Song Luo.

"Ah!"

Song Luo, who usually kept to himself, was no match for the enraged Sun Fu and was immediately knocked to the ground. The fiery pain at the corner of his mouth paled in comparison to the pain in his waist from hitting the door frame.

...

When Jiang Suihe stepped out of the elevator, the first things he saw were scattered garbage, a furiously familiar face, and Sun Fu alongside Song Luo, who was on the ground with a bruise on his face.

"Sun Fu!" Jiang Suihe immediately understood the situation and shouted sharply.

"Suihe?" Sun Fu turned around, surprised and happy to see Jiang Suihe. He stepped forward, grabbing Jiang Suihe's clothes, "You finally stopped calling me 'Mr. Sun'! Suihe, I'm so happy."

Jiang Suihe brushed off his hand, quickly took two steps forward, helped Song Luo up, carefully examined the wound on his face, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Song Luo shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

"Suihe! Why do you care about him!" Sun Fu ran over, pulling Jiang Suihe away.

"Enough!" Jiang Suihe's expression darkened, a thin layer of anger appeared in his beautiful eyes, "Mr. Sun, I think I've made myself clear."

"…Suihe?" Sun Fu shrank a little at his expression, both surprised and scared, "You…are you angry?"

He had never seen Jiang Suihe angry before. Even when he made big mistakes, his Suihe would only sigh helplessly and gently tell him not to do it again. But the Jiang Suihe before him, who looked angry and was watching him with cold eyes, was very unfamiliar.

Jiang Suihe lightly rubbed his throbbing temples and sighed, "Mr. Song is just my neighbor, come and apologize to him."

Upon hearing that the two were not in that kind of relationship, Sun Fu's eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly bowed deeply to Song Luo, "I apologize for the misunderstanding!"

"Ah…it's okay…" Seeing his movement, Song Luo instinctively stepped back, almost tripping over the door sill, but was fortunately pulled back by Jiang Suihe next to him.

"Go home first, I'll contact you later."

Jiang Suihe left these words to Sun Fu, who took them like a treasure.

"Okay! I…I'll wait for you!"

...

After watching Sun Fu leave, Jiang Suihe bowed to Song Luo, "I'm sorry for involving you in my issue."

"It's okay, it's okay." Song Luo waved his hand.

Jiang Suihe looked at the injury on Song Luo with guilt, "Given the current situation, it's not convenient to go to the hospital. Why don't you come to my place, I have some medicine there."

"Ah? It's not necessary..." After what happened, facing him was a bit awkward, not to mention it wasn't a big deal, a small injury would be fine in a couple of days.

Jiang Suihe hung his head low, "We must disgust you, right? I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Disgust? How could it be! After all, he was the same…

"Then…then I'll bother you!"

"No bother." Jiang Suihe's smile returned, he opened the door to 2302 across the hall and invited Song Luo in.

2301 and 2302 had roughly the same layout. Jiang Suihe's room was decorated mainly in white and grey, simple and cold.

It felt…different from the gentle and easygoing Mr. Jiang, yet strangely fitting.

Jiang Suihe asked him to sit down and fetched cotton swabs and antiseptic.

"It might hurt a bit, just bear with it."

"Mm."

The cotton swab soaked in antiseptic touched the wound, and it was indeed both painful and itchy.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Jiang Suihe looked over worriedly.

"It's fine."

Jiang Suihe smiled, easing his actions even more.

After applying the medicine, Jiang Suihe brought some fruit and put it in front of Song Luo, "You sit for a while, I'll go handle the trash outside."

When he heard 'trash', Song Luo suddenly remembered the trash he was supposed to throw away, was lying unabashedly in the corridor!

"The trash is mine, I'll go!" He tried to stand up, but he felt a pain in his waist and let out a cry.

"What's wrong? Did you get hurt somewhere else?" Jiang Suihe was immediately concerned.

"My waist…I think it got knocked."

…

Song Luo was lying on the sofa, his shirt hitched up to reveal a strip of his pale, slim waist. Unfortunately, a large, conspicuous bruise on the side marred the scene.

The room was silent, with Jiang Suihe quietly treating his wound, yet his gaze playfully and greedily wandered over that section of his waist.

"I'm really sorry that you got hurt," Jiang Suihe broke the silence, "Tomorrow, let me treat you to a meal, here at my place. What would you like to eat? I'll cook it for you."

Song Luo stiffened, "That's not necessary, it's not a big deal..."

"Can I call you Little Luo? It feels distant to keep calling you Mr. Song."

"Ah..." Song Luo shifted uncomfortably, failing to find a reasonable excuse to decline, "Um, you can."

"Do I really upset you, Little Luo?"

"Eh?" Song Luo turned in surprise to look at Jiang Suihe behind him.

How could he? Mr. Jiang was so nice; nobody would dislike him.

"Because no matter the time, when you see me, you always look like you want me to leave immediately," Jiang Suihe sighed, putting away the medicine.

Sitting up, Song Luo pulled down his shirt and stammered out an explanation, "That's not true! I'm just... Anyway, it's my problem, it has nothing to do with you!" Seeing Jiang Suihe still looking downcast, he reluctantly added, "Then, I'll bother you tomorrow!"

"It's my honor," Jiang Suihe said, flashing a satisfied smile when his aim was accomplished, "So, see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow..." Song Luo sighed secretly, troubled.

As for the garbage by the door, Song Luo didn't manage to overrule Jiang Suihe. After cleaning it up, Jiang Suihe also took out the trash from his apartment (2302) and threw it all downstairs.