Chapter 372: Chapter 372: "Harmonious" Cohabitation Life

Being stared at so intently by Si Jin made Yun Sheng inexplicably nervous. Bracing herself, she managed a stiff smile and offered a soft greeting, "Morning."

Perhaps her discomfort was too obvious, for the dark emotions surging in Si Jin’s eyes slowly faded. The cold, withdrawn aura surrounding him softened, and his tone became calm and gentle.

"Morning," he replied smoothly. "What do you want for breakfast? The kitchen downstairs is fully stocked. I can cook."

Now that he mentioned it, Yun Sheng realized she actually was quite hungry. Blinking her clear eyes, she subconsciously counted on her fingers as she earnestly listed her cravings. "I’d like some soft and creamy millet porridge, and a fried egg—the kind with a runny yolk—and some steamed dim sum..."

The more she spoke, the emptier her stomach felt. As waves of hunger washed over her, she began to speak a little faster. Her features softened with eager anticipation. Completely forgetting the subtle tension she had just shared with Xing Che, she stepped closer to Si Jin and looked up at him. "Just that. Is that okay?"

"It is." Si Jin gave a slight nod, a faint warmth coloring the depths of his eyes.

With that, the two turned side by side and headed down the corridor toward the stairs. They walked at a leisurely pace, quietly discussing the details of breakfast. The atmosphere between them was natural and intimate, leaving Xing Che completely forgotten behind them.

Xing Che stood rooted to the spot, watching their retreating backs. The gentle smile in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a fleeting flash of loneliness and bitterness. He had long expected things to be this way, but all he could do was offer a wry smile. Quickly concealing his emotions, he pasted a faint smile back onto his face and hurried to catch up with them.

The three of them slowly descended the stairs one after another. The moment they reached the first-floor foyer, they glanced up and immediately spotted Mo Chen in the dining room.

He sat alone at the dining table, his posture impeccably straight. In his hand, he held a tube of plain nutrient solution, which he was sipping with lowered eyes.

Yun Sheng immediately noticed the bland nutrient solution. Stopping in her tracks, she asked softly, "Professor Mo, is that all you’re having for breakfast?"

Mo Chen paused at the sound of her voice and looked up at the approaching group. A hint of confusion flashed behind his glasses; clearly, he didn’t see anything wrong with his breakfast.

He had always been a man who pursued extreme efficiency. In his mind, eating was solely for the purpose of supplying the body with energy, and satisfying one’s appetite was a completely unnecessary waste of time. He was long accustomed to hastily resolving his three daily meals with nutrient solutions. It was quick, convenient, and saved him countless hours that he could instead spend immersed in his experiments and data.

"Yes, this is enough." Mo Chen’s tone was flat. He didn’t feel the slightest bit wronged by the lack of culinary variety; in fact, he found it to be the most hassle-free option.

Hearing this, Yun Sheng was momentarily at a loss for words. If she were cooking breakfast herself, she could have casually asked if he wanted some. But since Si Jin was the one cooking—and she couldn’t even lend a hand—it wasn’t her place to extend an invitation. She could only let the matter drop in silence.

Just then, Si Jin spoke up calmly from beside her. "Sit down and wait for me a moment."

"Okay." Yun Sheng nodded obediently. She walked over to the dining table and took a seat opposite Mo Chen.

Seeing this, Si Jin turned and headed straight into the kitchen.

Xing Che stood near the entrance and took in the scene. He looked at the well-behaved Yun Sheng, then glanced at the bland nutrient solution in Mo Chen’s hand, before finally following Si Jin into the kitchen. He would occasionally make do with nutrient solutions when he was in a rush, but whenever possible, he preferred a hot, proper meal. He had no desire to neglect his own stomach.

With the two men busy in the kitchen, Yun Sheng and Mo Chen were left alone in the spacious dining room.

Resting her chin on one hand, Yun Sheng casually surveyed the neat and tidy living room before asking, "By the way, where is Bai Ye? Is he not up yet, or has he already gone to the Tower?"

Mo Chen shook his head. "I’m not sure. I haven’t seen him since I got up. But given his routine, he should have been awake long ago."

Yun Sheng nodded in understanding. Her gaze involuntarily fell back onto the nutrient solution in his hand, and her thoughts briefly drifted back to when she had first transmigrated into this world. She had drunk nutrient solutions back then, too. The taste was dry, bland, and so bizarrely unpleasant that it was hard to swallow. The awful flavor was still etched deep in her memory.

Fortunately, she had later met Bai Ye and followed him back to the Capital Star, to the Lin family. Whatever else could be said about the Lin family, they had never mistreated her when it came to her living conditions. Since returning to their home, she had practically never touched those dreadful nutrient solutions again.

Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she looked at Mo Chen again and gently pressed, "Professor Mo, don’t you find it disgusting to drink this every single day?"

A faint trace of confusion surfaced in Mo Chen’s eyes once more, as if no one had ever asked him such a question. He thought for a moment before shaking his head candidly. "I don’t really feel anything about it. It’s fine. Taste aside, it’s convenient and doesn’t delay my work, and that is enough."

In his world, efficiency and results took precedence above all else. The taste of food and the variety of meals were simply never part of his considerations.

Hearing this, Yun Sheng didn’t know what to say for a moment. She merely looked at him in silence, thinking that this was exactly what she should have expected. A research fanatic like Mo Chen could probably drink the exact same nutrient solution for three years straight without so much as furrowing a brow. As long as it didn’t waste his time, anything went!

At this moment, Mo Chen looked at Yun Sheng and suddenly asked, "Miss Yun, will you be heading to the Tower right after breakfast? What time are you planning to leave? If there’s time, I’d like to run a basic spiritual power test on you before you go. It’ll be quick and won’t delay your business."

As if afraid she might refuse, he quickly added, "It’s just a superficial scan. It will take about ten minutes and won’t drain too much of your energy."

Hearing her agree, Mo Chen immediately said, "Good," and stood up. "Then please come with me, Miss Yun. There’s a temporary testing room on the first floor. I set it up yesterday, and everything is ready."

Yun Sheng stood up and followed him across the living room, turning into a room at the end of the corridor.

As the door swung open, she paused in surprise. This temporary laboratory wasn’t large, but it was packed to the brim with equipment. Various instruments were neatly arranged, their screens glowing with the blue light of standby mode.

Mo Chen walked over and patted the back of the examination chair. "You can just sit here, Miss Yun. Relax, there’s no need to be nervous."

Yun Sheng sat down. The chair automatically adjusted its angle slightly, making it surprisingly comfortable to lean against.

As he calibrated the instruments, Mo Chen chatted with her casually. "I’ll just be scanning the fluctuation frequency of your spiritual power and recording the baseline values. You won’t feel a thing. Just treat it as closing your eyes and resting for a bit."

As he spoke, he gently applied two thin patches to her temples and wrapped a sensor band around her wrist. His movements were swift and practiced. He maintained a perfectly respectful distance, ensuring she wouldn’t feel the slightest bit uncomfortable.

Yun Sheng closed her eyes. She could hear the equipment emit a faint HUM. It felt as though something was lightly sweeping across the surface of her skin—warm and soothing. Just as he promised, it wasn’t unpleasant at all.

Less than ten minutes later, Mo Chen stared at the fluctuating data on the screen, his gaze growing increasingly intense. His fingers flew across the keyboard for a few keystrokes, but then his brows suddenly knitted together.

Sensing the shift in the room, Yun Sheng opened her eyes just in time to see him frown. "Professor Mo, what is it?" she asked instinctively. "Is there a problem with the data?"

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