FCY Chapter 162

Cen Xi’s Formal Apology

Cen Xi’s Formal Apology

“Wow! The food smells so good today!” Wu Xinming had just stepped into the dining hall and smelled an aroma different from usual.

“What is this dish?”

Wu Xinming approached the dining table for a closer look. In the center was a whole chicken, with a tree branch stuck on its back, and its head seemed to have been deliberately pressed down.

Around it were scattered a few plates of side dishes, and a bowl of food arranged in a very strange way – a dozen chicken feet were crowded on a white plate, arranged in the shape of a heart.

There were 7 bowls on the table, each filled with a bowl of light yellow soup, with a few pieces of orange carrot.

“Finished training?” Cen Xi came out of the kitchen with the last dish, carefully placed it on the dining table, and looked a little uncomfortable.

Wu Xinming nodded, hesitated for a moment, and finally sat down, pointing to the dishes, “You made them?”

Cen Xi also nodded and sat down.

At this moment, there were only the two of them in the dining hall, one sitting at the head, one sitting at the tail, the air filled with awkwardness.

“Brothers, Xinming, what are you two doing? You’re looking at me, I’m looking at you, not playing on your phones, not talking, the awkward atmosphere is about to engulf the entire SY Base.”

Luo Yan and Zhu Zi walked into the dining hall together, Luo Yan empty-handed, Zhu Zi carrying two large bags of things.

“You’re back.” Cen Xi looked at Luo Yan, sending a signal for help.

Luo Yan received the signal, winked adorably at Cen Xi, and sat down next to Wu Xinming, “Xinming, where are Xinshen and Qing Lu?”

“Still in the training room, duo-queueing.”

“Brother Zhu Zi, why don’t you go call Xinshen and Qing Lu for dinner?” Luo Yan looked at Zhu Zi with a grin.

“Okay, Yan Yan, just order me around.” Zhu Zi said this, but his eyes looked at Cen Xi, and he left a sentence as he left, “I’m not helping you for nothing.”

With Luo Yan in the dining hall, the awkward atmosphere between Cen Xi and Wu Xinming finally lessened a bit.

But it was exhausting Luo Yan, squeezed between the two, chatting a few words to the left, a few words to the right, if you two don’t make up today, you’ll be sorry for my efforts today!

Especially you, brother…

Before long, Zhu Zi, Qing Lu, and Wu Xinshen arrived. Luo Yan got up, waved to Wu Xinshen, indicating that he should take his seat, and he went over to sit on Cen Xi’s right, with Zhu Zi sitting on Cen Xi’s left.

No one spoke, and no one moved their chopsticks, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.

Luo Yan pushed Cen Xi hard, Cen Xi looked at him, pursed his lips.

“Speak!” Luo Yan mouthed silently, a little fierce.

After about a second or two, “Cough!”

Cen Xi pretended to cough to cover up his nervousness, “I’m sorry.”

Cen Xi stood up and bowed to everyone, “I shouldn’t have kept it from everyone, I was really irresponsible.”

Cen Xi pointed to the chicken in the middle of the table, “In ancient times, Lian Po carried thorns to apologize for his mistakes, today this chicken is carrying thorns to apologize for me, I’m sorry.”

Then he pointed to the plate of chicken feet, and said with some embarrassment, “Chicken feet are the hands and feet of the chicken, this dish represents that I regard you as my hands and feet, we are as close as brothers.”

After saying this, the tips of Cen Xi’s ears turned red. He rarely, or almost never, expressed his emotions so sincerely to his brothers, not even to his sister.

This was the first time.

Having said the most difficult words, Cen Xi spoke the last sentence more fluently, “If you can forgive me, please drink the soup in front of you, this is my sincerity and earnestness.”