With no strangers nearby, Fu Shihan didn’t bother to restrain himself at all.
He deliberately twisted Su Wanxin’s words, making her blush and flustered, before finally answering her question with satisfaction: "I thought it over this afternoon, and I still think the first ti is quite important."
"Just talk properly!"
Annoyed, Su Wanxin saw Fu Shihan let out a light chuckle and reached out to pinch her slightly cold fingertips.
"I’ll cook for you when we get ho."
Fu Shihan had been seriously contemplating this issue in the afternoon. He originally planned to pick a bustling place, the more people to see them the better, and even hoped it would spread online.
But after so thought, he decided against it.
The first proper date should not be reduced to a tool for him to get back at that guy nad Keith. There were plenty of opportunities to gain favor and attract attention, but not this ti.
"You... can cook?" Su Wanxin was even more astonished upon hearing his response, unable to imagine him in the kitchen.
"It’s passable," he humbly replied, but his modesty still silenced Su Wanxin, who couldn’t even fry an egg properly.
In the matter of cooking, she couldn’t believe she was even outdone by a man... Tsk, what a failure.
The car drove into the neighborhood and slowly stopped in front of the ho. Seeing that the Su Family hadn’t returned yet, Fu Shihan pulled Su Wanxin into the house.
Lin Rui had bought and left the things he needed in the fridge in advance. Fu Shihan checked the kitchen and then went upstairs.
Su Wanxin sat on the living room sofa. After a while, she heard footsteps, turned her head reflexively, and her gaze slightly trembled.
Fu Shihan rarely cared about what clothes he wore or how he wore them. After all, he was handso, and looked good no matter what.
Moreover, he usually got ho quite late and would just take a shower and go to bed. Even if he ca back early, he’d go straight to the study to work overti.
But just now, he went upstairs to the wardrobe and pondered for a bit. He wanted to change into sothing else, but after thinking it over, he gave up.
No, it would be too contrived.
He couldn’t appear too deliberate, so he just took off his jacket, removed his tie, unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt collar, rolled up his sleeves slightly exposing smoothly muscled forearms. Then, after fussing with his hair in the mirror, he went back downstairs.
He entered the kitchen without looking around. Su Wanxin blinked and slowly withdrew her gaze, then stood up and peeked into the kitchen from the doorway.
"Do you want any help?"
"The best help is for you not to co in."
Fu Shihan replied casually without thinking, and after he spoke, he was slightly taken aback and frowned.
He looked up at Su Wanxin for a mont, and asked in silence, "You can’t cook?"
"...No."
"No wonder," Fu Shihan said with a thoughtful smile.
Su Wanxin was sent back to the living room to watch TV. From a distance, faint noises from the kitchen carried over. In a trance, she felt this scene was very familiar, as if she had experienced it many tis before.
Had soone also chased her out of the kitchen before, telling her to just wait nicely?
Su Wanxin lowered her head, her mind drifting aimlessly, not absorbing anything from the TV. It wasn’t until Fu Shihan called her for dinner that she snapped back to reality, taking a deep breath to adjust her mood.
Fu Shihan said his cooking was diocre, but to Su Wanxin, it seed like an understatent. Because the first bite she took made her eyes light up instantly.
"Mmm... delicious..."
She looked at Fu Shihan with a complex expression, utterly amazed that he managed to max out his cooking skills as well.
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