Shi Aoju bent down, cold-faced, snatching the hard object from her hand and giving the fish head a knock. After a few bubbles, the fish stopped moving.
"Impressive!" Su Jiuyi praised from the side, "Killing fish without blinking."
Shi Aoju tossed the hard object aside, leisurely saying, "I usually don’t blink when I kill people either."
Seeing Su Jiuyi’s surprised expression, he chuckled lightly, turned around, and left with large strides.
Enduring the fishy sll to clean the whole fish, Su Jiuyi felt overly guilty. But later she thought, after all, the fish was killed by soone else and eaten by them too. She was just a hired cook, and this made her feel much better.
She washed her hands in the bathroom over ten tis with hand soap, making sure there was no fishy sll. Then Su Jiuyi went upstairs, running to the study outside where Shi Aoju worked.
The door was open, but she still raised her hand to knock lightly, only pushing the door open after getting his permission, and poked her head through the door: "Do you like spicy food?"
Rembering last ti at the noodle place, he added a lot of chili, Su Jiuyi still felt it was necessary to ask again.
"It’s okay," Shi Aoju said, flipping through the docunts on the table, not even lifting his head.
"What about cilantro?"
"Doesn’t matter."
"And about that..."
Su Jiuyi wanted to ask more but saw Shi Aoju suddenly lift his head and say coldly, "You decide."
So Su Jiuyi ran back to the kitchen downstairs disheartened.
After a while, Shi Aoju put down the docunts, thinking about when she just closed the door quietly and walked out, her mouth turned down as if very unhappy. He frowned slightly; indeed, his tone was sowhat unfriendly just now.
Actually, he just didn’t like being interrupted while working.
Sighing lightly, he picked up the water cup placed next to him, stood up, and walked out of the study.
Leisurely, he walked downstairs with the water cup, leaning against the kitchen doorfra, seeing Su Jiuyi holding a spoon to taste the soup, then showing a face of complete indulgence.
He chuckled lightly, standing at the door quietly watching her, as if ti froze at this mont.
Su Jiuyi’s face was flushed, dotted with sweat from the cooking steam.
Tasting the truly good soup, Su Jiuyi happily humd a tune. She suddenly rembered a passage from a book she once read:
A philanderer might have many won, but one day he would forget their faces. Yet he would never forget a dish made by a certain woman. The taste of that dish was so good that years later, thinking of it still left him longing.
Sotis, so won are less significant to n than a delicious dish.
She wonders if she can make a dish that would make Shi Aoju succumb.
She imagined Shi Aoju’s cold face showing a pitiful expression, kneeling before her, pleading for her to make fish for him...
The scene couldn’t be more beautiful.
She couldn’t help but laugh out loud, making Shi Aoju outside feel a bit puzzled.
"What are you laughing at?" He raised an eyebrow at her, with a cold gaze like saying "Did you forget your ds?"
Shi Aoju’s sudden appearance startled Su Jiuyi, causing her to instinctively step back, nearly knocking over the pot on the stove.
"You you you you..." She held onto the edge of the stove, letting out a deep breath, "Why scare people like that all of a sudden!"
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