Transmigration to a Beautiful Man
Cooking Soup for Haris

In the dining room on the first floor.

The chocolate is still there. Haris opened the package, sniffed first, then frowned.

Besides, the chocolate is bitter. She doesn't like bitter chocolate, but she's still reluctant to throw it away because she's so hungry.

Before he could take a bite, there were two knocks on the dining room door.

Haris raised his head. Anita was leaning on the door frame and looking up with a smile. He held a cigarette in his mouth, which had not been lit.

“Now after I caught you hiding food, you should share with me.”

His words were slightly muffled as he spoke, probably because he was still biting the cigarette on his lips.

But his voice was much deeper than usual. When he starts talking, you can almost feel the vibration of his voice.

He might feel uncomfortable talking like this, so he took out a cigarette from his lips and held a cigarette in his hand, and spoke clearly with a smile.

“You eat half of it, leave half for me.”

Haris was still wearing a white shirt with black pants as usual. The shirt has not been cut yet. He started using these clothes as pajamas.

When she heard what Anita said, she looked up and said nothing. He just walked silently and handed the already exposed chocolate to Anita.

Anita stared at him for a few seconds.

'When Haris stood tall, he was 1.83 meters tall I guess?'

Haris was about half a head taller than her and had a shaved head. Along with his physique, he looked rather impressive when he stood upright.

Then, he lowered his head and spoke in a lickish tone, like a big dog that had just made a mistake, wagging its tail hesitantly.

“Are you angry? It's my fault, I just can't keep my mouth shut. I just have a bad habit of talking recklessly, you know? I know I have a lot of bad habits, I will definitely change them, can you eat all your chocolate?”

Haris' emotions are not very good, but not too bad either. He is usually quite sociable, and he is also fine with being alone.

Since his emotional state was usually somewhat numb and indifferent, he did not care much about anything.

That's why not many people realize Haris' emotional —management is actually a disaster.

Whether it was positive or negative, he did not regulate or restrain his emotions at all. He allowed himself to completely drown in it.

So, once something triggers it while in this kind of sensitive condition —He will start getting angry. If left alone with her emotions, she would continue to become increasingly upset, shutting her emotions inside her.

Often, the thing that made her angry might not even be worth mentioning in the eyes of others, but Haris would find it irresistible. His anger would far exceed normal limits.

It was like stepping on a cat's tail. Usually the cat will explode in anger, the fur stands upright, when meowing and attacking you.

Haris the cat man is a little different. He would just leave quietly, and the people who stepped on his tail were often not even aware of what bad things they had done.

Haris doesn't talk much, doesn't show much emotion, and is often angry without anyone noticing.

Haris will usually hide alone until he can eliminate that emotional state. This is the first time that someone is so aware that something is wrong with him.

He asked himself, 'why am I angry?'

Probably because of the stomach ache, because it was very late and he was tired, because he was still hungry and his stomach was sore.

But in any case, Anita walked over and stepped on the cat's tail.

She notices Haris' unhappiness and patiently gives him comfort.

"Don't go first. I'll make food."

*****

Raining down. It was a little cold at night.

The lights are warm yellow in the kitchen.

Haris sat on a short bench in front of the stove. As he sat down like this, he was even shorter than the stove. He even had a small blanket on his shoulder. As he wrapped himself up, he could hide his entire body behind the stove.

Even the top of his head was not visible from outside the kitchen.

There are several bowls on the table in the kitchen. There was a fire on the stove, and a pot was placed on it. Steam billows towards the lid of the pot, whistling as it rises.

The top half of the kitchen was filled with blurred white steam. Only the bottom of the kitchen is free and free of it.

Haris was right in front of the burning stove, flames reflected on his face. Her porcelain-white face was covered with a red layer, like a blush.

Anita stood beside Haris slightly bowed. Half of his body was hidden in the steam. He wrapped the lid of the pot with a towel. As he opened the lid, a gurgling sound and the smell of soup came out from the pot.

Even the sound of rain outside was drowning.

Ginseng root and chicken leg soup. Chicken feet are cooked until cooked, and ginseng roots and various other ingredients are melted together in a pot. The bubbling soup was light and non-greasy. It could be seen that the cook was experienced. Food is handled well.

Anita took a spoon and tasted the gravy.

The steam lingered around him. Anita faces to the side. The cut side of his crew had a shaved pattern. It was a line that began to widen before narrowing to the tip, like a blade piercing through his hair. It makes it look a little intimidating.

But now, he was wearing a pikachu apron, holding the lid in one hand and the soup spoon in the other, concentrating on the taste of his soup.

If a photo of himself like this spreads, it will definitely become trending. Even the most unreliable tabloids would not dare to write something as unbelievable as this.

You think you're kidding, who is Anita? Why do you have to cook it yourself?

From the day Anita entered the entertainment industry, she was domineering and arrogant. Now, his name also connotes cool and haughty.

Anita who was cold and arrogant smacked her lips and said with satisfaction.

Haris was sitting on a small bench near Anita's feet, covered in a small blanket.

The kitchen was warmed by fire.

This kind of atmosphere made Haris slowly calm down. And he was gradually able to get out of the chaotic emotional state he was in. The unrelenting abdominal pain did not upset him anymore.

He covered up those negative feelings, separating himself from those negative emotions.

The fire on the stove was burning strongly. Sometimes, burning firewood will make a crackling sound. Haris watched the fire and started to want to fall asleep.

The soup has just been cooked. Anita put the soup spoon into a small bowl on the table. Then, he took another spoon, filled another bowl with soup, and handed the warm porcelain bowl to Haris.

“Hold for now, warm your hands. Wait until it cools before drinking.”

"Ehm, okay." Haris received a warm bowl with his hands.