Chapter 11 Getting What You Wished For
Zhou Chaoqing never appeared again.
I heard he eventually went abroad. Before leaving, he asked a classmate to give me that Notebook full of future plans.
There was a note tucked inside.
[Wish you get everything you wished for.]
The project the Advisor gave me progressed very smoothly. In the end it was rated an outstanding topic.
On the day my PhD admission was confirmed, Wen Ci was even more excited than I was.
He disappeared for half the day.
When he came back, he was holding a thermal lunch box, looking all mysterious.
“Open it and see.”
I lifted the lid. A warm fragrance rose up.
Tomato scrambled eggs.
The eggs were fluffy and golden. The tomato chunks were cut evenly, bright red.
I was surprised.
“You made this?”
This dish might look ordinary outside, but in the College of Agriculture—
It made me wonder if this guy had secretly copied someone’s graduation thesis.
Wen Ci’s ears turned a little red. He scratched his head and explained.
“I knew the results were coming out today. This morning I specially asked a Senior Sister from the neighboring biology department for two eggs. Fresh from the hen— she picked them straight out of the nest for me.”
“The tomatoes are from the batch I planted for my graduation project. Just picked them. Perfectly ripe.”
I couldn’t help picturing Wen Ci squatting next to the chicken coop, staring eagerly, waiting for eggs to drop.
I burst out laughing.
He looked at me, full of hope.
“I went to a classmate’s off-campus rental and cooked it myself. How’s the taste?”
I gave him a thumbs-up. “Really good.”
Wen Ci grinned proudly.
“Of course. It’s me after all.”
I ate it clean with rice.
When I handed him the empty box, our fingertips brushed by accident as he took it.
We both jerked back like we’d been burned, then couldn’t help laughing again.
Wen Ci’s eyes sparkled as he looked at me.
“What else do you want to eat? I’ll plant it. If I don’t know how, I’ll ask other Senior Brothers for seedling techniques. I can even set up a small greenhouse in the experimental field…”
Suddenly I remembered a long-running joke in the College of Agriculture:
“Eat my graduation thesis, and you have to take responsibility for me.”
I sighed.
“I want to eat a lot of things. You sure about this?”
Wen Ci waved the paper and pen in his hand, lips curving up.
“List them all!”
“The experimental field is big enough. I’ll learn whatever technique I need. Anything you want to eat—I’ll grow it for you!”
(The End)