Chapter 1718: Youyou’s Cooking Genes (2)
“You’re up waiting for again; aren’t you sleepy?” He lowered his head and gently caressed her smooth, silky hair with a doting smile on his face. “Go turn in for the night first if you’re feeling sleepy.”
“No, I’ll wait for you to go to bed together.”
She lifted her head and, standing on pointed toes, gave him a peck on the lips before she smilingly said, “It’s my day off tomorrow, anyway.”
“Are you trying to make jealous now?” His good-looking brow arched slightly in jest. His voice, though, was filled with an indescribable indulgence.
Yun Shishi chuckled at that, and when a thought suddenly struck her, she asked, “Have you had your dinner?”
“No.”
The man removed his coat and hung it on the rack by the doorway as he mildly replied, “The eting ended very late today, so I didn’t have ti for dinner.”
“I’ll cook so noodles for you, then!” announced the thoughtful woman before turning to dash to the kitchen.
Mu Yazhe stopped her imdiately. “No.”
“Huh?”
She turned around quizzically and looked up at him in confusion. “What’s the matter? Aren’t you hungry?”
“I’m sick of eating noodles...” he replied in a resigned voice.
His answer dealt her a huge blow. “...”
She seed to have a penchant for cooking noodles. It was simple, easy, and just needed to be added into a pot of soup. Furthermore, her best cooking skills could only be unveiled in this aspect. After all, the noodles she cooked were indeed worthy of praise.
The thing was that, no matter how good the food tasted, one would inevitably get sick of it eventually from eating it repeatedly.
Moreover, the man was particularly fussy about his food.
“What do we do then?” she asked dejectedly, suggesting thereafter, “How about we go out for supper?”
“It’s freezing outside. Let’s just stay at ho.”
With that, he got up and, with his head bowed, unbuttoned his shirt sleeves and elegantly rolled them up to his arms.
His actions baffled her. “What... are you doing?”
The man simply succinctly replied, “Settling my al.”
“...So you’re intending to cook?” The woman remained in disbelief. “Are you sure your cooking is okay?”
His lips hooked up in a smirk as he headed to the kitchen and took out so ingredients from the fridge and a chopping board.
Feeling skeptical and incredulous, she trailed after him and entered the kitchen.
It was not that she had never seen a man who could cook; rather, Mu Yazhe and ‘cooking’ did not seem to go together in her mind.
Did he actually know how to cook?!
Why did he not reveal his skills before?
“Do you often cook your als in the past?”
“No, just occasionally.”
After slicing the onions, he then rinsed the ingredients clean.
The man, who was usually reluctant to do his cooking, was in such a good mood today that he decided to do so. A proposal, which had been on a deadlock for several days, finally reached a consensus with the board of directors in the eting earlier today. Now that things were progressing smoothly, he was obviously placed in a good mood despite his late return.
The woman curiously watched him from the sidelines. Even though she remained skeptical of his cooking skills, she must admit that his cutting skills seed very professional...
Did he practice before or was it just a show?
As she silently watched him do his work from the side, she sohow had this nagging feeling that the well-dressed man in his clean white shirt and fitted pants, who had a chopping knife in his hand, was out of place in the kitchen!
She mumbled, “Can you really cook?”
He answered, “A little.”
They had culinary classes when he was studying overseas. During their classes, they were taught how to make western-style dishes.
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