Chapter 243: 242. Can you cook? Chapter 243: 242. Can you cook? East Lake Community.
As evening approached, Tang Shu watched the Xu Family’s driver take her mother away. When she turned around, she saw a dark figure standing not too far away.
Jing Yu, seeing her look over, walked briskly towards her and soon reached her.
“You… what are you doing here?”
Tang Shu was a bit stunned, inexplicably recalling the six missed calls from the early morning.
Could it be, he had also co because of the incident at the train station?
Jing Yu’s deep-set eyes, inscrutable, gazed at her for a long ti before he finally spoke.
“Ca to bring you sothing, Aunt Lin made it.”
Tang Shu glanced at the black food container in his right hand, realizing that he was actually carrying sothing.
The last ti she visited the Jing Residence, Aunt Lin, the helper of the Jing Family, cooked lunch, and she had praised them for the delicious chicken soup.
“Is it chicken soup this ti too?”
“Yes, are you okay?”
Jing Yu scrutinized her for a mont and, upon confirming she was unhard, his expression seed to relax a little.
“I’m fine, have you had dinner yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Then… why don’t we, together?”
Tang Shu looked up and saw that the sun, fiery red, was slowly sinking; it must be past five o’clock.
The cold wind of winter was still raging, and she had hastily put on only a white down jacket before coming out.
With the food container in hand, Jing Yu’s gaze swept over her red flushed face. Without much thought, his long legs had already stepped through the entrance of the community.
And the community guard, who was supposed to be on duty, watched the two of them leave with a look of shock on his face.
“My God, this is huge news, huge news!”
Tang Shu heard this comnt loud and clear and sighed to herself; it seems moving might really be sothing to consider.
Fortunately, she now had so savings. Whether it was from Cloudscape Pharma or from the earnings from her live-streaming sales, she had a substantial inco, enough to pay for a moderate-sized house.
“Do we have any food at ho?”
A questioning voice ca from the side.
“…No.”
Jing Yu’s stride paused just for a mont, “Then do we have oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar?”
“Yes.”
These seasonings were assorted and plentiful, a result of Tiantian’s visit so ti ago.
“On my way here, I saw a supermarket not too far away. Since it’s not convenient for you to go out, you can try ordering online.”
Tang Shu nodded, but her mind was still not quite keeping up.
“You can cook?”
If she had to prepare a al, they might as well get ready to eat digestives for the holiday.
“Yes.”
One word dispelled Tang Shu’s inner turmoil.
***
An hour later, the dining table in the living room was set with three dishes and a soup.
When Jing Yu ca out with two bowls of rice, wearing a super ultra ga adorable apron, Tang Shu was still in a daze.
“You really can cook?”
Thirty minutes before, the delivery guy had brought the ingredients to their ho, and this chef, whom she had little faith in, demonstrated impressive knife skills and a culinary finesse that matched his appearance.
It stunned the host.
Jing Yu placed a bowl of rice in front of her and opened the chicken soup that Aunt Lin had simred for two hours.
“I learned a few dishes while studying abroad.”
“You studied abroad? Is it fun overseas?”
For Tang Shu, who had never been out of the country, the different ethnicities she saw on TV and from Damo piqued her intense curiosity.
“If you want to know, I can take my ti and tell you about it.”
Jing Yu calmly took off the SpongeBob apron he was wearing and hung it back on the rack nearby.
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