My Umbrella Came to Life and Now Tells Me to Break Up Every Day - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

After Shen Tingyu became human, there were a lot of problems.

First, he didn’t have an ID card.

Second, he didn’t have any money.

Third, his understanding of modern society was stuck in the era when bus fare cost twenty cents and popsicles cost fifty.

Fourth, he firmly believed takeout was unhealthy.

Grandma, on the other hand, was very calm about it.

She said that during those years of flooding in the old city, quite a few household records had been lost. Since Shen Tingyu’s case had also been an old one involving an act of bravery, they could slowly handle it as a recovered missing person case and supplement his household registration.

“Slowly handle it” meant he couldn’t go anywhere for the time being.

And so, my home gained someone who could repair umbrellas, scold rice cookers, and temporarily did not have a legal takeout account.

I watched him study the rice cooker in the kitchen, my feelings complicated.

“Are you sure you know how to cook?”

Shen Tingyu had his sleeves rolled up, his expression steady.

“I used to.”

“Did you use a rice cooker back then?”

“A stove.”

“Then don’t touch it.”

Too late.

The rice cooker let out a beeping warning.

Shen Tingyu immediately took half a step back.

As if the thing across from him were some evil artifact.

I laughed so hard I couldn’t straighten up.

He looked at me expressionlessly.

“Is it that funny?”

“No.”

The rice cooker beeped again.

He frowned. “It’s cursing at me.”

Me: “…It’s reminding you the lid isn’t closed properly.”

Shen Tingyu’s process of adapting to modern life was extremely chaotic.

The first time he saw the robot vacuum, he faced off with it for ten minutes.

His reason was that it kept trying to ram his feet.

The first time he used a phone, he sent me seventeen periods.

His reason was that he didn’t know how to exit the keyboard.

The first time he rode the subway, he frowned and said humans were now being transported in batches inside iron boxes.

I said, “Weren’t you human before?”

He said it had been so long he’d forgotten, so he wasn’t very familiar with it anymore.

But he learned quickly.

A month later, he could already order takeout with ease.

Of course, he only ordered congee.

He said, “Your stomach isn’t good.”

I asked, “How do you know?”

He turned his phone face down, his tone mild. “Those times you argued with Chen Shu, you didn’t eat dinner.”

I froze.

So it turned out that over those ten years, although he hadn’t been able to speak, he had known everything.

I deliberately asked, “Then why didn’t you remind me?”

Shen Tingyu glanced at me.

“Back then, I was only an umbrella.”

“What about now?”

He paused.

The tips of his ears were a little red.

“Now I can cook congee.”

I lowered my head and smiled.

Then he added, “But the rice cooker isn’t very cooperative.”